#hello kitty is god of peace and life on the good side

[hiltalaine]

#u #dora the explorer #hello Kitty is god of peace and life on the good side #nostalgia

[cymk8]

I can't stop looking at your Shadowlach art. Any of it. All of it.

- One cos of your artistry: beautiful and soft and the negative space?? Hello??

- Two cos HELLO?? you draw them so soft and sweet and it is just so peaceful to look at your art. (The kitties in the hair brushing one are *so* cute, and non-ship friends are also enamoured with them :3)

Tell us more about your headcanons, please!

Some prompts if needed: How did things progress from platonic? Was it romantic from early on or primarily physical attraction? Were they on similar pages throughout their relationship or did one fall harder?

General invitation to word dump: what thoughts have you most crazed? Why don't you let them out ;)

(thank u so much...for your compliment and also the fact you sent this ask in the first place has made my day)

God I have so fucking many thoughts I'm going little insane about it and I'm literally so happy you asked because. I have been w a i t i n g HAHA

Your prompts:

We have all heard That Line™; I'd imagine that having both been so pent up, they would immediately jump each other's bones given the opportunity — Shadowheart is absolutely unsubtle and Karlach is Karlach

I actually think it would be one sided for a while!! But not in the piney way. I think Shadowheart attempts to rizz the shit out of Karlach only to fail because Karlach's situation with her engine essentially made her exceptionally good at Resisting Temptation (I find it absolutely hilarious that most of Karlach's in-game responses are so purposefully obtuse when it comes to her)

That in particular pisses Shadowheart off since she would be so used to being able to finesse her way through things like this (because of her background as a professional 'spy' — because otherwise...she's an absolute dork); it makes her try extra hard and eventually come to the conclusion that her attraction is greater when in fact Karlach has had more experience living like a Nun™ than she does

(cont.)

As for the development...I think they would be on similar levels of attraction, but tackle it differently — Karlach would immediately embrace the feeling and Shadowheart will try her fucking hardest to rationalize it away/deny it (queen of repression)

They would probably be fast friends (Shadowheart rizzing Karlach), then actual friends (because Karlach is so earnest Shadowheart feels like she can be earnest too), physically involved, then romantically involved — it only outwardly seems fast, but they definitely have things to work through before they can actually really be honest and feel that they can rely on each other completely

Random headcanon/general thoughts that have going FERAL IN THE CLUB:

I think they work really well together — they balance each other out in the sense that they have very different ways of handling their own stresses and trauma; they have a lot of opportunities to grow even just by being around one another (for example, Shadowheart is so Repressed™ even other characters feel the same way — and Karlach is the opposite); restraint and freedom go hand in hand 😌

They both have a love for adorable things...once the all of the shit with Karlach's heart gets sorted and they FINALLY get to live that cottagecore life, I think their farm would have so many more animals. Like. So many...Karlach would honestly just be so excited to be able to care for things again — and Shadowheart would be excited because she's finally allowed to be just as loud about showing that she DOES care

The idea that Shadowheart's hair could be a signifier for how closed off she is — so throughout the acts, she slowly lets it down/get messier figuratively and literally in front of everyone...AND KARLACH gets permission to touch and braid it as a sign of true trust and vulnerability; it becomes something of a ritual (Karlach is obsessed simply for the fact that she isn't seen as dangerous and is trusted to be able to be gentle about things) (thanks @kanobies for giving me that sweet, sweet psychic damage)

To add to that: they like physically pampering each other — Karlach finally internalizing that she can be 'pretty' and deserving of gentle care and Shadowheart internalizing that she is allowed to want/ask for things that aren't strictly necessary or used towards a greater cause (I don't think she's ever had a strong sense of bodily autonomy in the sense that she was gaslit into thinking every aspect of her life was for Lady Shar)

I'M OBSESSED WITH THE FACT THAT THEY RADIATE DOG ENERGY IN VASTLY DIFFERENT WAYS: thank you Isobel for immediately clocking Shadowheart on sight by calling her a feisty little terrier and for Karlach being literally Clifford the Big Red Dog and

The difference in lifespans...FUCK. KARLACH WOULD TRY SO HARD TO MAKE THEIR TIME TOGETHER WORTH IT/MEMORABLE since she knows her life is comparatively short; Shadowheart would never take it for granted; they make each other keepsakes...🫠🥹🥹

And I still have so much more but I gotta seem like I'm at least somewhat classy (pls...if anyone wants to talk about any of them or both of them I am so mcfucking ready)

#i am not in fact classy #im....SO NORMAL ABOUT THEM #bg3 #shadowheart #karlach #shadowlach

[angst-fairygodmother]

Girl Talk (The Song of Sway Lake Fic)

A/N: The moment has finally arrived! The first official collab/crossover between myself and @miss-kittys-magical-library​! I’m really excited for how this came out, and how much fun we had writing it together. 😊 Word Count: 3127 Rating: T - mild language, brief mention of blood, discussion of violence

~The Papermill bookstore, Sway Lake~

Selina burst through the door of the bookstore.  She almost doesn't wait for Jess to say hello or ask questions.  Selina is overcome with adrenaline, the exhilaration of what she did. A giant smile spread across her lips.  There's almost a dreamy look in her eyes.  

She's covered in blood: her hands, her jeans, the bottom of her shirt.  Selina held her hands like a surgeon so she didn't touch anything.  

Jess’s mouth hung open while she pointed nervously towards the upstairs.  Her friend knew where to find what she needed.

Selina comes out of the hot shower knowing Jess will be in the room waiting.  She found clean clothes but stopped to study herself in the mirror.  Somehow she felt like her body had changed somehow.  

Selina caught a picture of her and Jess and held it up.  How far they've come from the girls in the photo on her best friend’s dresser.

She glimpsed Jess in the mirror, a strange smirk on her face.  Selina knew something was up.  She handed the picture to her friend and spoke,

“Can you believe this was us?”

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There had been a time in life where Selina and Jess had told each other everything, no matter what. And yet somehow this summer, one of the most eventful in recent history, Jess hadn’t told her best friend anything. Anyone who had spent any time on the lake knew about tensions between the Sways and...basically everyone, but especially Selina’s mother and her relatives. And more than that, it had been kind of nice to have a good secret all to herself for a little while. But she missed her friend, and would have loved her advice on what to do about the boy who was quickly becoming someone important, and a problem for her heart. 

She was just thinking about the other girl, wondering if she should call her after work, maybe suggest a bonfire or late night rowboat race like they used to have, when Selina burst through the door. Jess’s eyes fell to the blood first, and then rose quickly to Selina’s face and the expression that didn’t match the apparent situation at all. 

A thousand questions raced through her mind as she pointed her best friend toward her bathroom (not that Selina didn’t know where it was by now) and made quick work of closing the shop. She didn’t seem hurt, so everything else could wait. While Selina washed herself clean, Jess dug for any clothes left behind the last time she had come for a visit, and failing that, any old shorts and t-shirt. She left them on top of the dresser and poked her head into the bathroom to gather the discarded bloody garments and throw them into the wash. 

Selina was standing in the bedroom, studying herself in the mirror when Jess returned, and for a moment she wondered, again, if her friend was injured. 

“Can you believe this was us, what?”

Selina laughed, “These girls.  We’re just girls here trying to be grown women.  I sort of treated you like I did Sunny.” 

She waited for Jess to maybe bristle or tense up at his name. “I marched on to the beach, saw the first girl my age who had SOMETHING in common with me, and declared you mine.  We aren't little girls anymore.”  

There was a bittersweetness in her voice.  Selina didn't even care that she was naked. 

Jess laughed. She remembered that day, meeting Selina after escaping her siblings in search of a moment of peace and quiet, far from what actually found her instead. But they had got on so quickly she'd forgotten to be angry about it.  

"No, we really aren't," she agreed with a tinge of nostalgic sadness in her own voice.

She leaned back on her hands on the bed, watching her friend study the picture. "I never minded, you know. It was kind of nice to be claimed by somebody. You'll always be my first for that," she bit her lip, hoping the joke didn't come off as uncomfortable given the situation. 

Selina finally dressed and sat beside her friend on the bed.  Her knuckles caressed the other woman’s cheek before she swept the hair from her face. Without a thought, she leaned in and gently pressed her lips to Jess’s, tongue lingered a bit before she broke away.  

“That's from Sunny too.”  Selina laid on her side tucked under Jess’s arm.  “How is it that I was here for a few weeks, and youuuu have been tramping around Sway Lake with some chick?!  Have you gone FULL lesbian?” she dropped her voice low. 

Jess turned onto her side, propping a head on her arm to face Selina. 

"You two are so weird," she rolled her eyes. "I don't think I'll ever get used to that." 

Her stomach flipped at the thought of Sunny, eyes cast to the ceiling as her thoughts wandered. She loved Ollie, but there was something raw about the idea of losing the other boy, even though he wasn't really hers anymore and hadn't been in quite some time. 

She quirked a teasing eyebrow as she returned to the present moment and the woman beside her.

"If I was going to do that, do you think it would be with anyone else than you? Whoever gave you your gossip needs glasses."

Selina’s mouth dropped open, “There's a guy around here with hair that long?!”  

She linked her arm through Jess’s and pulled her in for a hug.  The other woman now wrapped up in her embrace.  Selina let her chin rest on her friend’s head as she stroked her hair.  “You feel happier.  Content.  Like you're just drifting along.  I know you loved Sunny in your own way, but this is different.  It's the,” she ran a hand up and down Jess’s body without touching it, “this.  Papa would call it your aura.” 

Jess grinned. "I am. I'm really, really happy," she answered dreamily. "Ollie's a really sweet guy. But only here for the summer…"

She swallowed down the lingering bitter taste her argument with Ollie the previous morning had left in her mouth, not wanting to burden the conversation with her fears. Especially not when she still had so many questions of her own. 

"But don't think asking about my love life is going to get you out of explaining yourself, missy." She teased.

Selina sat up, “Oliver Sway?!  Jessica!  Come on.  Any other Tom, Dick or asshole at this stupid lake.  Sunny.  Sunny’s RIGHT THERE.  Just grab him by the ankle and bring him back to Earth.  He needs you.”

She took a breath, “That.. harpie will tear you apart because you aren't good breeding.  It's Sway Lake because that's what those upper crust cunts hold over this entire town.  Sway.  Lakes dont belong to one family, they should belong to EVERY person.  Are Sunny and I the only ones NOT under this family’s curse?  First Tom, then Nikolai and now you.”  

Selina’s voice was full of disappointment more than anger.  She looked at her hands.  Her palms, white and clean, were just caked brownish red not even an hour ago.  “It can't be the both of us.”

"Nikolai?!" Jess asked, staring for a moment before doubling over in laughter. "Oh god it all makes sense now."

She struggled to contain her laughter, gasping for air and wiping away the tears in her eyes from it. 

"Fuck Charlotte Sway, I couldn't care less what she thinks," she said, sobering and then sighing. "It's not like I planned on falling in love with Ollie. But I did, and it kinda scares me. I really really don't want to lose him. And he hates her and the whole legacy bullshit as much as anyone. Let it all rot or burn or whatever."

Jess was silent for a moment. It was hard to say Selina was her only or even oldest friend. But they were best friends, for certain, and they knew everything about each other. There were even times when they were younger that Selina and Sunny had talked about soulmates and Jess had wondered if she were hers. Which is why her stomach twisted with guilt as she realized just how unsettled Selina was, and pretending not to be. 

"But enough about me, it doesn't matter. Are you okay?"

Selina took Jess’s hand in hers.  She laced their fingers together and laid down again.  This time she and her friend were side by side.  She was certain no one in any spoken language had invented a word for what the two of them were.  

Selina knew it was why Leon and Johnny always ended phone calls and visits with long hugs and I love yous.  Why Honey and Klaus showered each other with intimacy and affection Honey showed Leon.  Friendships that made people question your sexual intentions.  It was probably something in the Kostas skin, like a pheromone. 

The 23 year old pushed the thought out of her mind that everyone around them was their friend because they didn't have a choice.  Instead she squeezed Jess’s hand.  

“You know Honey, she holds grudges with a tight grip.  There's only two people she hates: Charlotte Sway and Reginald Hargreeves, and he's the one she really wants dead.  Charlie is lonely and miserable. That's punishment enough for Mama.  Papa always says she would make a great Mafia don. She DID like Tim Sway; 

cried when he killed himself.  He wasn't even Charlot-”  Selina cut herself off.  “Either way Ollie must take after him then.  I hope he does.  I think we played together when we were little?”   

She realized she was avoiding the question and wanted to deflect solely on Jess.  Sunny wasn't the only one who slept around up here, or had a weird effect.  Selina again panicked if maybe, somehow, what was in him was in her.  That the Russian on a canoe in the middle of the night would show up in the Village, screaming at her in the dead of night.  Some of the guys she fucked flopped around on top of Selina for a few minutes, got off while she stared at the ceiling.  Then they laid claim to her like any White guy who thought he owned someone else’s land.

“And don't laugh like that either!  I was doing my duty as a future nurse and helping someone who got hurt.”   

She watched Jess cross her arms, even on her back.  She was giving Selina THAT stare.  Selina threw her hands up. “Ohhh,” she whined, ”I was swimming, floating really.  Probably out further than I should be in the middle of the night, but that fucking moon.  And there he was on his way to get rid of those horrendous jet skis of Jimmy’s.  And he was flirtatious and made me groan, but also laugh?” 

Selina had pulled her knees up to her chest so she could hug them.  A far off look on her face.  “And he's very.. I didn't really pay attention to what he looked like.  WHO, right?  It was just this fire that went through me.  Like I knew him?  

“Mama always talks about the day I was born and speaking into existence this notion. That every version of her will be loved by and love Papa.  She thought it was blood loss creating insanity, but Sunny and I had designs on a love like theirs.”

“And the way Nikolai made me feel, and the way he knew my body?  We didn't even fuck; not like that.  I haven't cum that hard or much ever.  Even by myself.”

“Then he got hurt, and I made Sunny take me to him.  Ollie had saved him, right?  As we're stitching him back together, I see his face.  That face I grew up with three times over.  He's fashioned for me, Jess.  Maybe like Ollie is for you.  But Nikolai is Leon and Nicklaus and Klaus and he's made to be mine.” 

"No, no  I'm not laughing at that, or you," Jess promised. "Just...the first decent conversation Nikolai and I had, he mentioned meeting someone. Matching his description to you is what's funny. And the fact that you two are such opposites." Jess paused, smiling in fondness for both parties in question. "But it's safe to say he likes you, a lot." 

She felt silly now, not putting it together sooner. After all, there was no one else in the world she could think more aptly described as a siren made of the moon. And as funny as it was on paper, something about Selina and Nikolai made sense. 

 And, it made her heart beat giddily. Her faith in fate was complicated, but when it came to the Kostases, the concept was shockingly simple. And it seemed impossible that this was just coincidence, the four of them tied together like this. 

'Or maybe,' she silently scolded, 'it's wishful thinking so you can tell yourself you're not being completely crazy.' 

The rest of what Selina said registered belatedly and she blanched. "Wait. That was a lot of blood. Are you saying that it was all Nikolai's?"

“It was,” Selina replied softly.

"Jesus. What did he do, get in a knife fight?" Her voice was a mixture of concern and annoyance. 

She could see Nikolai doing something like that, to defend his own pride which he deflected onto Ollie, or for some other stubborn, idiotic thing. And now that there were two people she loved who would get hurt if something happened to him, she made a note to have a little chat with him about being so reckless. And to find Ollie later to check on both boys. 

"I know if he had you helping take care of him, I don't have to ask if he'll be alright." She nudged Selina teasingly with a shoulder, hoping to break up some of the heavy, contemplative air settling over them both.

“Knives don't cause QUITE as much damage as you think.  Unless you hit a vein.  Diego showed me how to do it effectively once.  Plus if he's like the others, Nikolai probably prefers fists to weapons.  Or the spider monkey sleeper-hold thing Klaus and Sunny do.  Although Papa stabbed Uncle Jonny once, it was just an artificial wound.” 

Selina suddenly scooped Jess up in her arms so they could go back to a cuddle.  She tangled her legs and arms around Jess to sort of dominate her personal space.  Her forehead pressed into her friend’s neck.

“He and Jimmy got into it, and they were on the boat dock.  Nik slipped and hit his head.  Ollie swam for like, the first time ever to get him up into a boat.  Had pressure on it.  I just stitched him with fishing wire.  They'll do better at the ER.”

Selina sighed, “If he's like them he wouldn't die anyways.  Klaus died like twice in a few days, also head injuries?  Either way, Nikolai would’ve been fine without me.”  

Then almost like an afterthought, “Did you say he talked to you about me?  Probably something about conquests and the Russian army.  But you!  YOU FELL IN LOVE this summer!  I got my pussy licked and think he's this mythical soulmate.  You're in actual, real love.”

Selina propped up on her elbow, “Have you slept together?  No I'm sorry,  YOU get to call it MAKING LOVE!!”  she burst into a fit of giggles around cheeks fired by jealousy.  “I am happy for you.  I promise.  I'm glad Sunny..  I'm just happy.”

"No, actually," Jess said, shifting around Selina so they tucked together more cleanly, like two matched puzzle pieces. This kind of closeness wasn't Jess's favorite thing, but Selina knew that, and Jess trusted that if she didn't need it, she wouldn't be initiating it. "It was surprisingly non-militant. And only one nautical reference."

Jess hesitated, remembering some of the incidents Selina had to deal with and one or two more from the summers that  Sunny, or Jess herself, had headed off before they got far enough to be a concern (or for Selina to even know). She wanted her friend to know just what Nikolai had said, and that he very much did not just see her as just some conquest. But the line between sweet and creepy was a hazy one at best. She brought one hand away from the tangle to fret the corner of her thumb between her teeth while she thought it over. 

"I'm not saying I'm jealous...but I thought it was romantic. And dramatic of course, look who we're talking about. But dramatic isn't always bad. I wish you'd stop dismissing yourself like that. Soulmate or no, you have some sort of feelings for him which seem serious; one might call it a crush at least. And he made you feel good. He made you happy. You're allowed that. You deserve it. And now, for the moment if not more, you have it, savor it." 

"As for Ollie and me..." 

She froze, frowning as she struggled to figure out just what to say. There was a part of her that feared a reputation of some kind (even though it was just Ollie that she'd been a first time for, and Sunny, but he didn't count). And another part that wanted to keep it to herself, even though most of her wanted to share. She bit again at her thumb, searching for words. 

"It's not that big of a deal?" 

Selina bit her lip before a yawn escaped her.  “One: a crush is a crush because you can get hurt.  Otherwise, it would be called a cushion.  I think that's what Papa said once.  Or was it Klaus?”  

Selina closed her eyes now. “Either way, it's a very big deal!  I can feel the difference in you.  I want you to be in love.  To maybe leave Sway Lake.  Come back to the city with me?  Close up this place for a few months.  You can live with me.  Or Oliver for a little while. Oh lovely little Oliver making my sweet Jessica come ‘round again.  All your sadness and little pieces everywhere.  I couldn't stitch you back together with fishing wire, could I?  I shouldn't have let Sunny break your heart.  I just didn't want being around me to remind you of him.  I'm sorry.  But Ollie.. he’ll..  Sorry, I think I'm a bit delirious from adrenaline?  Mind if I nap a bit?” 

But Selina was fast asleep before Jess could give permission.

Jess shook her head with a smile, carefully extricating herself and tucking her friend into the bed. Selina had given her a lot to think about.

#hopefully this formatting worked #it was not at first #author collaboration #Jess O'Neill and Selina Kostas #Moonbrella Lake Crossover #The Song of Sway Lake fic

[sixislegit]

hello !

here is a story I just posted on Wattpad. ! my user is @ sixthefanfic . I will be posting fanfics there lots.

nicknames :

catalina / katherine of aragon - Lina

Anne Boleyn - Annie ( only really by jane & kitty )

Jane seymour - Janey ( sometimes mama by kitty )

Anna of cleves - Cleves or A

Katherine howard - Kitty / kat

Catherine parr - Cathy / cath

words :

Madrina : Godmother

mi hija : my daughter

mi corazón. : my heart

française : french

The day would start as you'd expect, just like any other normal, family household.

Catalina, was the first to pad down the stairs, her thick curly waves of ombre hair bouncing with each step she took. The small silver crucifix that hung around her neck swayed also with the soft steps she took. There was nothing important she had to do, rather she enjoyed being the first to wake up, get a slice of pure silence to look out at the fresh day, before the chaos would awake. As Catalina stood, or 'Lina' as the other five most liked to call her, staring out to the street they lived on, though not much of the street itself was seen, as the queen's home had a rather large, and long drive. Neatly decorated with red roses, and white daisies, the grass was neat, well watered, and it flourished. Thanks to Jane, who had become a devoted gardener. Though the front yard was a sight to see, the backyard was even sweeter. Set that displayed sweet hidden picnic spots, a pool, and a beautiful flower & vegetable garden. Becoming lost in her train of thought, a new voice slowly swept into her thoughts, causing her to turn, facing a woman of similar height.

"Good morning Madrina." it was Cathy, it was easy to know who it was, not only did her puffy lion mane of curls give it away, she was the only one to call Catalina Madrina, as it meant "God parent" and Catalina was appointed Cathy's godmother way back when she was born, 1512, her mother personally appointed the queen at the time as the godmother, Cathy's maternal mother who was a close loyal lady to Catalina during her reign. As well, Cathy was named Catherine , as namesake of Catherine ( Catalina ) of Aragon, as a show of loyalty and compassion to England's Spanish queen.

"mi corazón." Catalina sighed contentedly , as her god daughter stood in front of her. "I hope you slept well, mi hija" though as much as Catalina could hope, her god daughter had awful sleeping patterns, due to her never ending passion to write, or read. Tending to make her stay up late into the night, and early into the morning.

"I suppose I did, a new book comes out a week from now, it looks amazing, so I figured I must get it." Cathy responded, as she looked down at the book currently in hand, one of her fingers slipped in a page, keeping its place. Like she had lost her book mark, and her finger was the next best option. "I hope you slept well too."

" I did, very well indeed." Catalina responded, taking a sip from the mug that had been warming her hands, Cathy had turned away, most likely heading for the kitchen to make coffee, or even tea. Cathy was hooked on tea, just as Jane was. So it was no surprise to see Jane poke her head around the corner with an exhausted smile on her face.

"Morning Lina!" Jane said, her tone was warm, and kind. Yet the sleep and desire for rest was there, lingering in the back, as Jane let out a soft yawn, continuing to smile at the eldest queen.

'Rough night? Jane darling you look exhausted." Catalina sighed, as she walked into the kitchen, placing her mug down on the counter, to cup Jane's face.

"I suppose you could call it rough, poor kitty had another nightmare, third time this week. And it took even longer to get her back to sleep, let alone remember where she was and that she was safe." Jane replied, allowing Lina to cup her face gently, though she was unsure whether to stare directly at the older women, or look away.

Catalina would only sigh in response, tilting her head as a sweet, soft smile crept onto her tanned face. Jane was the motherly friend. She always helped others, comforted them, and made sure they were ok, but Jane also needed someone to look out for her. Catalina had taken on that role for her. Seeing as she already does the same for Cathy, plus it was stressful on Janes behalf, who had taken the heart to look out for Anne & Kitty. Gently Catalina stroked Jane's cheek, earning a kind smile from Jane, who stared sweetly into Catalinas eyes, before moving away as her tea was ready.

Anna of Cleves was next to come downstairs.already dressed for the day, wearing a pair of red cargo pants, and a black t-shirt. It was rare to ever see anna in the mornings still in her sleepwear, she was always ready mainly because most mornings she would get up very early, and go to the gym or go for a run, which gave her the excuse to shower and already be changed by the time the clock striked 7. Anna wore a small smile, nothing to cheery though, as she made her way to the kitchen to begin breakfast. Cooking had become Anna's job, not by force. But by choice. The tall dark women had come to enjoy the task of food, though she only ever made breakfast and dinner. It was normally Jane's thing to make lunch & bake, as Anna could not bake to save her life.

"Morning Anna." Jane was the first to break the silence in the kitchen, as she grabbed her mug containing her warm tea, she sipped it quietly, awaiting a response.

'Morning." Anna replied quickly, as she cracked eggs into the frying pan, and grabbed her cooking tools.

"Has anyone seen the other two?" Jane carried on, looking into the lounge not seeing the cousins tucked up together like normal, which only made Jane worry further.

"Nope. Last time I heard Anne was snoring, that was when I walked past her room." Cathy added, not even looking up from her book, her eyes were too glued to her page, desperately needing to know what lies in the next chapter that she was so close to.

"Its nice, I must be honest. The house is still quiet, apart from natural sounds." Catalonia spoke, mentioning sounds like the birds chirping outside, the wind blowing calmly, and the fry pan, that was cooking the food. "I don't mind this, why can't we always have this.." she smiled, as she sipped her tea.

Next thing they knew, their peace was broken, as Anne came sprinting down the stairs, jumping the last three steps to land on the floor, dragging her poor tired cousin along with her.

"GOOD MORNING BESTIES!" Anne yelled, as she made it to the bottom of the steps, pulling a much smaller girl beside her.

"And there she is." Catalina sighed, as she took her mug, and went over to her special arm chair, which had a good view of the backyard.

Jane smiled, then peeking around Jane's side, her heart even sighed, but picked up as the sight of a tired, looking kitty made her burst. All queens had agreed, kitty was very cute, and sweet in most things she does.

" Kitty, little love good morning." Jane spoke softly, looking down at the brunette girl who had strips of her hair hanging loose from her ponytail, like she had been pulling at them, making them fall from the secured band in her hair. She earned no response, but a small smile, as kitty broke lose of Anne's grip, and toted over to her mother, and quickly latched on, clinging to her with a hug. Jane kissed the girls head, and smoothed her hair, before putting her cup down, and lifting the girl into her arms. All thanks to Kitty's extremely small figure, she was easy to lift, and carry. As Jane & Kitty's bond was deep, each saw the other as mother or daughter, and had formed such a bond you would be amazed to find they weren't what they seemed. Kitty never minded being picked up, it was just another way of safety, and love. So she lay her head down on Jane's shoulder, listening as Jane whispered a few words into her ear, continuing to kiss the girls head, and sway side to side. Not only was she extremely light, she was well small for a seventeen year old girl.

"What's on the agenda today huh? Roller blading? Archery? SWORD FIGHTING?" Anne grinned, as she walked away from Jane and kitty, over to the kitchen island where she would dramatically lay her top half body over, earning a glare from Anna who was busy finishing the food.

"Causingabsolutechaosinthehousetohavefunbecausenoneofthesepeopleknowwhatfunis?" Anne muttered under her breath, her grin turned suspicious, as it always did.

Cathy looked up finally from her book, and shrugged. "No one actually got any plans actually. At least, I don't think. I was going to wander down to the bookshop later, that's what i'll be doing..?" she said, keeping her finger pressed on the page where she was reading earning nothing but a sour sigh from the green girl.

"More books??" Anne huffed

"More books." Cathy responded.

"You have a whole freaking library up in your room! How do you need more freaking books?!" Anne's response earned a small giggle from Anna, who was now plating up food, and taking it to the dining room, Cathy frowned, and shrugged again.

"One can never run out of books." Cathy smiled, as she looked down at her page to begin writing, when Anna called out.

"Breakfast queens!"

Each woman made their way to the table, sitting in their spots, Catalina, Anna, Anne, Jane, Kitty, Cathy. Three on one side, three on another. Each of their eyes set on the food in front of them.

"Thank you Anna, it looks amazing." Peeped Jane, as she picked up her fork, her thanking was followed by everyone else's, as Anna sighed with relief, she looked at everyone.

"You may begin eatin-" she said, but stopped midway as she had already seen Anne finish half of the food she had, Anne looked up and grinned, small bits of egg hung on her face, as she looked back down to continue eating.

"Lovely manners Anne." Catalina said, as she picked up her fork and began eating. Earning a head wiggle from Anne who pulled a face.

"LovElY maNnErs AnnE." Anne mocked. "Shut up Lina, no one asked." Anne spat right back, as she finished her mouthful, and gulped down the glass of orange juice in front of her. While everyone else ate, kitty only picked at her food. Not that she didn't like it, she just never really ate. Because she never found herself dyingly hungry, she ate small pieces, but this whole.. 2000s food made her anxious, they had been in this century for a year already, and had gotten used to most things, but Kat never really seemed to understand the wide variety of food nowadays. Often some foods & their textures set her off, which is why she remained in her comfort zone, with the food she enjoyed eating, and the amounts she could take.

The table was filled with chatter, talking about recent events, or upcoming ideas. Jane and Cathy had stood as they cleared the table, Cathy checking in with Kat last, desperately trying to encourage her to have a bit more, with defeat in her eyes, she looked over to see Jane walking back into the dining room, who only shook her head at Cathy's attempts, which sent the curly haired girl off, packing more things up, and cleaning them away.

"How about we all go down to town, to the bookshop with Cathy?" Jane smiled, as she entered the dining room again, to see Anne talking across the table to Kitty, and Lina & Anna chatting away, though the noise dropped when Jane spoke.

Cathy moved in, and smiled at the idea. "Yes! That sounds amazing, there are lots of shops nearby too, so you wont get as bored."

"But I bet there's no laser tag near it."

"No, there's no laser tag near it Anne." Cathy replied.

"What a load of shit."

"Language."

"English and française"

"Not what I meant."

"I didn't ask."

#six the musical #katherine of aragon #anne boleyn #jane seymour #anna of cleves #katherine howard #catherine parr #sixthemusicalfanfic #sixislegitwrites

[chxmpionofjustice]

STUDY  :  TSUKINO USAGI  ♡

♡   BASICS.

♡  IS YOUR MUSE TALL  /  SHORT  /  AVERAGE? Usagi is the shortest of all of her friends. She’s 4′11″ or 150 cm and yes, she’s fun-sized.

♡  ARE THEY OKAY WITH THEIR HEIGHT? Yes and no. Her lack of height can come in handy sometimes, but it really is a pain in the butt to buy pants. She compensates with shorts and skirts and she can’t really complain because she’s looks amazing in them. And her boyfriend’s face is too far away from hers for her own liking, but standing on tip toe for a kiss feels like something out of a romance, so she can deal.

♡  WHAT’S THEIR HAIR LIKE? Long, blonde, and shiny. She tries to keep it cut to around knee/calf length but ever since she awoke as the Moon Princess, her hair seems to want to grow much farther than than of its own accord and... well it seems to get a little lighter over time. She keeps her hair up in her signature odango-and-pig-tail style on either side of her head. The hair style is held to together painstakingly with hair bands and bobby pins, all of which come out when she goes to sleep. Sometimes she’ll wear her hair in two low pigtails when she sleeps but more often than not, she lets her hair loose.

♡  DO THEY SPEND A LOT OF TIME ON THEIR HAIR  /  GROOMING? Hahahahahahahhahaha. What do you think? YES. Usagi’s hair is one of the few things she puts real effort into. Her hairstyle itself takes a lot of time to do (She’s got the thing down to a science but it still takes her around 10 minutes and would take anyone else a LOT longer), not to mention what she does to keep her hair healthy. Usagi has a whole basket of hair products in her room, ranging from shampoos, conditioners, hair masks, and oils. Maintaining all that hair is hard, okay?

♡  DOES YOUR MUSE CARE ABOUT THEIR APPEARANCE  /  WHAT OTHERS THINK?  Yes and no. She definitely cares what she looks like. She loves fashion and putting together outfits so she looks kawaii wherever she’s going (this also counts work as an adult, she will be the girl in the office wearing the cutest blouse and skirt combo with a pair of adorable kitten heels and this will clearly fool everyone into thinking she can adult). But she doesn’t really do that because she cares what others think. She does that for herself, to make herself happy. And if people happen to think she looks good, well that’s a plus. She can be a little vain like that, but who isn’t?

♡   PREFERENCES.

INDOORS OR OUTDOORS? outdoors

RAIN OR SUNSHINE? sunshine

FOREST OR BEACH? beach

PRECIOUS METALS OR GEMS? gems

FLOWERS OR PERFUMES? flowers

PERSONALITY OR APPEARANCE? personality

BEING ALONE OR BEING IN A CROWD? being in a crowd

ORDER OR ANARCHY?  order

PAINFUL TRUTHS OR WHITE LIES? painful truths

SCIENCE OR MAGIC?  magic

PEACE OR CONFLICT? peace

NIGHT OR DAY? day

DUSK OR DAWN? dusk

WARMTH OR COLD? warmth

MANY ACQUAINTANCES OR A FEW CLOSE FRIENDS?  a few close friends

READING OR PLAYING A GAME? GIVE ME GAMES OR GIVE ME DEATH

♡   QUESTIONNAIRE.  

♡ WHAT ARE SOME OF YOUR MUSE’S BAD HABITS? HAHAHAHA. Okay do y’all even have TIME to read this? Seriously, there are a lot. To name the biggest bad habit of hers, it’s over-indulgence. Usagi shamelessly indulges in EVERYTHING she loves to the point of excess sometimes. She’s banned from a couple buffets because of her eating habits, the girl is a black hole for food, and will eat whatever she wants to eat. She wastes money on food, mostly junk food because she doesn’t cook. 

Despite the fact that she can’t cook, she will buy ANY cute appliance available for the kitchen that she can. Hello Kitty Toaster? Got it. Sailor Senshi chopsticks? GOT THE WHOLE SET (of course for when everyone comes over, they can eat with their designated chopsticks, duh). Mickey Mouse Waffle Maker? BOUGHT (Girl doesn’t know how to make waffle batter). Every single cup she owns has a character on if from some anime, movie, or manga. She even has commemorative Sailor Senshi cups too. Oh you thought it ended with the chopsticks? NOPE. She spends money on plushies, pillows, pens, bags, etc, of her and her friends and does it QUITE HAPPILY. Of course, the thing she buys the most of (besides herself)? Tuxedo Mask. Tuxedo Mask plushies. A Tuxedo Mask pillow case for a body pillow (listen don’t judge her), the rare Tuxedo Mask action figure and the Tuxedo Mask vibr-.... Well let’s just say that she doesn’t only buy every day items with his brand.

A lot of her indulgence has to do with money because she has no impulse control. If she sees a cute thing, she wants it, she buys it. Be it items or clothes. And whatever she buys usually ends up... Well, not put away. Usagi can be pretty messy (it’s a system that works for her, okay), to put it simply. And she’s messy because, to put it quite frankly, she’s kind of lazy. She’s a queen procrastinator who prefers to play games, read manga, doodle, and SLEEP rather than do homework or chores. Usagi would rather do anything under the sun except her responsibilities and everyone who knows her knows this. Boy, do they know this.

That being said, when she is facing her responsibilities as Sailor Moon, she does almost a complete 180. The Earth is her responsibility to protect and she will do anything she has to to keep it safe. Even if it means sacrificing herself. Despite how selfish she can act with certain things (food mostly, she’s like Joey, JOEY DOESN’T SHARE FOOD), Usagi will give herself to save a life in an instant. No hesitation. Because to her every life is precious. The world is precious. So if she has to use her crystal to the point where she has no life energy left to defeat someone evil or divert an asteroid, she will. If she has to throw herself into an abyss to defeat an enemy and save everyone else, she will. 

You may be asking yourself why I wrote that all out. “Altruism is a good thing!” I did it because the level of altruism she displays is destructive. To herself. She is so willing to save everyone that if she sees her own demise as the only way to keep everyone else from dying, she will let herself die. And that’s not giving up. Giving up would be going without a fight. Usagi is gonna fight until her very last breath and that’s gonna be what takes her. Unless someone can come up with a way to save everyone where she won’t have to do that, there’s no stopping her, either. 

♡ HAS YOUR MUSE LOST ANYONE CLOSE TO THEM? HOW HAS IT AFFECTED THEM? Yes and no. Usagi and her friends have all died more than once. Losing them and Mamoru the first time it happened was absolutely devastating to her. She still has nightmares of seeing their bodies lifelessly laying in the snow. Of watching Mamoru, her prince, die in her arms and then be taken away from her only to become a pawn for the enemy. 

The first deaths are the hardest to get over.

And then watching one by one as her friends were taken by the Black Moon (she only BARELY saved Venus, if she didn’t have Mina-P with her, she doesn’t know if she would have been able to go on like she did), her future daughter was corrupted so heinously that she took her own father hostage for her own amusement, and then Sailor Pluto’s death.

I won’t even get into how Galaxia practically vaporized Mamoru in front of her and she was so traumatized that she wiped it from her own memory and was convinced he got on the plane to America. Or how Galaxia also did the same to her friends. There are nights Usagi wakes up in tears with the awful inability to breathe and the only thing that can calm her down is hearing their voices. 

She clings tight to Mamoru when anyone gives him an all too appreciative lingering look (seriously, the man is too pretty for his own good, he attracts so many bad guys) because god forbid they end up turning out to be something evil and try to take him away from her. 

The long and the short of it is that Usagi definitely has some form of PTSD. Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.

♡ WHAT ARE SOME FOND MEMORIES YOUR MUSE HAS? Usagi had a sunny life and continues to live wearing rose-tinted glasses even when she has to stop and save the world now and then. She has so many fond memories of growing up like playing dress up with her mom,  meeting Naru in primary school, playing in parks and going to the beach with her family. She has even fonder memories of meeting her best friends, her sisters in arms, in middle school.

And, despite how it ended, sometimes Usagi likes to think on some of the memories from her past life in the Silver Millennium. How she and the senshi would spend day after day with each other. Memories of her mother doting on her and of extravagant balls held in opulent ballrooms. Memories of meeting the beautiful prince of Earth and of the first time she felt his lips on hers.

She has an awful lot to sort through.

♡ IS IT EASY FOR YOUR MUSE TO KILL?  Hell no. She struggles with that idea. The only time she kills is when the enemy has shown their truest form and she has no choice. Otherwise, Usagi will do her damnedest to save everyone. The bad guy included. Because everyone deserves a second chance to do the right thing.

♡ WHAT’S IT LIKE WHEN YOUR MUSE BREAKS DOWN?  Usagi is known for being a crybaby. We establish this early on when we meet her. So one would think her break downs are loud and dramatic because that’s how she is when she cries. That’s... Not strictly true though. When Usagi breaks down, really breaks down, its because she’s holding onto her pain quietly. Usagi breaks down with silent tears and full body sobs. She breaks down with trembling hands and their white knuckle grip on her pillow that she’s holding against her face to muffle when she can’t be quiet anymore.

She breaks down alone.

When someone finds her and tries to comfort her, it can go one of two ways, either she’ll just keep letting it out and allow herself to be comforted, or she’ll suck it all back in, put a stopper in it and assure whomever it is that she’s fine, really, she was just crying because Lawsons didn’t have any more red velvet cake, honestly. 

When Usagi breaks down, she’s at her lowest emotionally, usually feeling horrible about herself. That’s a point that you’d think would be particularly difficult for her to get to right? Right?

♡ IS YOUR MUSE CAPABLE OF TRUSTING SOMEONE WITH THEIR LIFE? She literally does this all the time. Usagi is an amazing judge of character. Not counting her senshi, Usagi has put her life in the hands of people that her allies considered untrustworthy multiple times. And she was right to trust every single one of them. The first one being Tuxedo Mask, then the Outer Senshi. After that, Hotaru. Helios. The Starlights. Usagi knows when she can trust someone with her life and yes, yes, YES, she is very capable of doing it. 

♡ WHAT’S YOUR MUSE LIKE WHEN THEY’RE IN LOVE? Haaaaaaaaaaaa, gosh. Usagi in love is... She loves with her whole self. Usagi is not good at hiding her emotions, even when she’s trying to hold them in. She’s the definition of ‘heart on your sleeve’ because she’s so very open with her emotions and she doesn’t know any other way to be. 

When Usagi is in love, you can take one look at her with the person she loves and it’s obvious. We’re talkin’ heart eyes muthafucka. She’s clingy, likes to touch and be affectionate a lot. And, this goes back to her indulgence thing, she has no problem letting her person know she wants them when she wants them and indulging in that. She’s not subtle in anything with her love. 

She is very physical in her love, but that’s because that’s how she is. But being in love is also tender. Kisses pressed into sleep warm skin, banter and giggles over breakfast (that the other person made because once again, ya girl cannot COOK), cuddling on the couch or in bed while having soft conversations or talking about their day, going out to spend the day at the park or where ever for a day date, romantic dinners in her favorite restaurants or, even better, at home. It’s secret smiles and softened eyes and soft brushes of skin. It’s being completely open and endlessly patient when the other person can’t be just yet. Usagi in love is both in-your-face and achingly tender.

And yes, I know that Usagi had heart eyes when she saw Rei. Listen. Usagi has a big heart. Like a humongous heart. She falls in love easily. She could say she’s in love with her ice cream and totally mean it, okay? Usagi loves with all of herself and that’s not just romantically. But the type of “in love” Usagi can be in, because of her heart, can seem fickle, even when it’s not to her. Just because she started loving one thing doesn’t mean she doesn’t love something else just as fiercely.

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#about usagi;; #dash games;; #GABBY THIS TOOK ME 3 HOURS #AND I DO NOT EVEN CARE ABOUT THE READ MORE AT THIS POINT #DEAL WITH THE LONG POST Y'ALL.

[jane-fucking-seymour]

Legend of the Six Chapter 15: She Rests in the Woods

Word Count: 4,258 AO3 here

Katherine Howard was not doing well.

Anne had come to the conclusion after the tenth time where Cathy denied her access to the room in which Katherine was. Cathy would stay in there for hours at a time - days, even - and come out of it in even less spirits than before.

It wasn’t looking good.

The third day in, Anne finally got off of the couch, moving towards the open window, sitting on the windowsill as she looks out at the forest. The hideout was beautiful… at least, Katherine had thought so.

“Do you think we can just… hang out down there, when it’s all said and done?” Katherine had asked one morning, towards the start of the journey.

“Probably,” Anne replied with a smile. “Just gonna abandon us and go live in the wilds, eh? You’re definitely a Druid.”

“Hey!” Katherine said, pouting and narrowing her eyes, but when Anne laughed, Katherine’s features softened considerably. 

“Do you think the others would want to hang out after all this, too?” Katherine asked, tilting her head curiously. “Maybe Elizabeth and Mary and Edward could come with us, you know?”

Anne had watched Katherine carefully in that moment: the girl seemed so hopeful, so positive… so full of life.

Anne chuckled, pulling the girl in close.

“I hope so, Kit.”

The smile on Katherine’s face was infectious.

That was months ago, Anne remembers.

So much had changed since then.

She looks back at Cathy as she once again leaves the room.

“Anything?” Anne asks, but the look on the woman’s face makes her know the answer already.

“I’m sorry, Anne, I’m trying as hard as I can, but-” Cathy starts, but Anne shakes her head.

“I know you are,” she says with a nod. Anne looks over at Anna, who simply nods at them all before headed back to her room.

“Has Anna talked to any of you?” Anne asks. “She’s barely left her room.”

“She’s been… quiet,” Catherine admits. “It’s going to be a rough night.”

“Rough?” Anne asks, tilting her head. “Why rough?”

Catherine and Cathy look at eachother.

“Because… it’s the third day.”

Anne blinks.

“And?”

“The final day.”

Anne tenses. “What?”

Cathy steps forward. “When it came to these sort of things - based off what I saw in the Blessed War, in the War of Shadows… no one survived longer than three days. Most died or otherwise by the second night. Katherine surviving this long is incredible, but-”

“She is incredible, Cathy,” Anne replies. “She’ll get better, then we’ll take on Seymour.”

A pause.

“Anne… it’s not that simple,” Cathy says. “It’s good that she’s survived this long, but she’s also been under sleep magicks and I’ve done what I can to make her comfortable while this has been happening. She hasn’t shown any improvement.”

Catherine steps in then. “We might need to make the decision tonight.”

Anne freezes. “No.”

“Anne-”

“No, I’m not doing it, neither is Anna. You need our permission, don’t you? She’s going to be fine, Cathy’s going to heal her, that’s it.”

Before they can even debate it, Anne walks off and into Anna’s room.

“Can you believe those two?” she asks the woman whose room she’s let herself in. “Saying that Kit isn’t going to make it-”

“Catherine suggested we perform the Final Mercy.”

Anne stops dead in her tracks.

“... no.”

“Anne-”

“How are you on their side?!? This is Kit we’re talking about here! This is her life! She needs to choose, not us.”

“She isn’t going to be Katherine again, Anne.”

Anna stands up, facing Anne square. 

“I saw the magicks that Jane did back then - what Jane did to her… there’s no getting out of it. There’s no cure.”

Anne takes a step back. “You’re in shock-”

“I fought in the Blessed War and in yours, Anne.”

Anne watches the girl with a steady gaze as Anna continues.

“I saw what mind magicks like the one Jane threw at her did. I saw friends and soldiers alike fall to it. I saw what happened when they were ‘released’, if you can even call it that. I saw the aftermath, the aftershocks. I saw it all.”

“Katherine’s done well with aftershocks before, remember? She can still-”

“Do you know what the Madness is, Anne?”

Anne shifts uncomfortably for a moment too long; Anna continues.

“The Madness is what happens when those released from mind magicks finally lose their damned minds. When they turn insane, turn traitor, or worse - much worse.” Anna shakes her head. “I saw entire squads fall to it, become mindless, ravenous beasts because of it.” She shakes her head, a pained, angry expression on her face. “I refuse to allow Katherine to fall to it.”

“We still have time before it happens usually-” Anne starts, but Anna shakes her head.

“It’s the third day. You know we don’t.”

Anna sighs. “We should ask Catherine to perform the Final Mercy. To send her off in light, not let her mind dive into the Dark.”

Anne is shaking with fear, with anger, with every emotion she has in her body. It’s a terrifying thought one way or the other - have Katherine fall to the Madness, or watch Katherine succumb to the Final Mercy.

Both are painful, but only one of them is painful for Kat.

“You know what we need to do,” Anna finishes.

Anne, after a moment, nods.

“I know.”

The rest of the day is a blur for Anne - they approach Catherine, they ask her to perform it, and then the rest of the day is spent preparing: Cathy meditates to build up the energy needed for her part of the job, Catherine prays over Katherine for hours, Anna gathers as much of Katherine’s things as possible, and Anne prays in Katherine’s room as well - part of the custom of a Final Mercy requires not only the Blessed to pray and meditate, but for a loved one to as well. 

Katherine, during this, looks oddly peaceful, like she’s taking a nap. Occasionally, however, her face will twist in pain, and the magick that Cathy is using to keep the girl asleep falters, but it’s usually cleared up within a minute. It’s only a small indication of the immeasurable pain that Katherine must be feeling, Anne realizes, and a darkness starts to well within her - one of hatred, of want for revenge, for Seymour’s head-

“Hey.”

Anne is broken from her thoughts by Catherine, who frowns.

“We can’t afford those type of thoughts here, Anne,” Catherine says quietly, not unkindly. “Please. Focus. On Kat. Not on that… we’ll deal with it later.”

Anne, begrudgingly, agrees, and goes back to focusing on the woman in front of her - of her cousin, her Kit, her favorite, brave Druid, who stood up to bullies and the Dark and became a hero of the Realm without the Realm knowing it.

Katherine didn’t deserve this.

None of them did.

It’s just about dusk when Catherine finally stands up.

“Anne, it’s time.”

Anne looks over at Catherine and just breaks down: that look, that tone… Anne knows what it means. She’s seen it time and time again, when a Blessed has had to make a very, very serious decision.

The killing of another is not something that the Blesseds take lightly.

“Catherine. Please.” Anne tries, rushing over to her, taking her arm, eyes wide and scared. “She can get better. I know she can. She’s strong, you said it yourself, remember? She’s going to be fine, she’s going to come back-”

“She won’t, Anne.”

Anne freezes at the blatant truth being thrown at her face. She can’t handle it right now, not when… when-

Anne falls to her knees, curling in on herself. She screams in pain. This hurts; oh gods, does this hurt. Her Kitty, the one that she hadn’t protected, the one that she should have connected with more, the one that probably thought she had abandoned her as soon as she went to court. She remembers what it felt like to see Katherine again in Weston, when they first said hello after years apart:

“Look at how big you’ve gotten!” Anne says, smiling brightly. “It’s been ages, hasn’t it? I’m sorry I had to leave you, babes, but I didn’t have a choice.” She gently puts her forehead to Katherine’s. “You won’t be alone again, alright? We’ve got you.”

They hadn’t “got” Katherine after all, Anne realizes. She’s failed her cousin again.

She wants to think about it more, but Anne feels the Blessed magick flowing through her - Aragon must be holding onto her now - and Anne can’t help but lean into it. She wants to not believe what’s about to happen, that it’s going to be okay, but… how can she? Even with the Blessed Magick’s calming ability, she can’t help but know that this is it. That her Katherine, her Kitty… she’ll be gone.

Still, Anne manages to steady her breathing out. She manages, with help, to rise again.

“Anne-” Catherine starts, but Anne cuts her off.

“I… let me have one last goodbye.”

Catherine nods.

“Of course.”

They go in one by one.

First up is Catherine Parr.

Katherine is pale, deathly so, but she’s at least not in pain; she’s asleep, a spell put onto her by Cathy that doesn’t hurt her mind, but rather forces her body to shut down; a workaround to ensure the least amount of pain possible for the girl before…

Catherine speaks.

“I just… wanted to talk to you. Before I do this. Before we…” 

She holds her breath for a moment before continuing.

“I wish I got to know  you more,” Cathy says quietly. “I wish we could have talked more. You were - are - a brilliant Druid, even if you hadn’t grown into your potential yet.” Cathy takes a deep breath. “I promise, I’ll make sure to be as quick and painless as I can be.”

When she leaves, Catherine steps in. She gently smoothes out Katherine’s hair, noting with a soft smile when Katherine somewhat leans into it.

“You’re brilliant, Katherine Howard,” Catherine says softly. “I just… I hope this is the right decision.” 

She leaves without another word.

Anna is next.

She stares at the body resting before her with wide, scared eyes; the first time she’s shown any emotion about this since talking in private with Catherine. She slowly but surely walks over to the girl - her Katherine, her Kit - and kneels down next to her body. 

She can see the breathing.

For now.

A hand gently takes Katherine’s and her forehead leans gently against Katherine’s shoulder. She doesn’t say anything - not yet. She just… memorizes it all. She memorizes Katherine’s steady breathing, the way her hand felt in Anna’s, how the girl looked, asleep, free of pain.

She wishes she could have seen that smile one more time.

She wishes she could have heard her laugh one more time.

She wishes for a lot of things.

“I’m so sorry, Kit…”

Tears start to fall.

She realizes, with a gentle chuckle, how Katherine probably wouldn’t want her to cry; the girl, always so expressive and empathetic, wouldn’t want her to cry over Katherine herself. She’d want her to go on, to smile, to move on.

They had chatted about it, some time ago.

“Do you think he’ll take me on, then?” Katherine asks, standing at the balcony for what felt like the last time. Of course, it wouldn’t be, but the roles would be somewhat reversed - Anna would no longer be queen, and Katherine would be. Anna was being sent back to Holbein today, and by the night was done, Katherine would take her place.

It sickened Anna, but she had no choice in the matter.

“I have no doubt,” Anna replies, looking down at the courtyard. She’s so lost in thought for a moment that she doesn’t notice Katherine approaching until it’s too late.

Katherine is gently wiping a tear from her face, making Anna look over at her in slight surprise.

“Hey, no crying, okay?” Katherine asks, a brilliant smile on her face. “If it happens… it happens.” She looks out at the sky then. “It’s a compliment to be picked by the King to be his queen. I’d be honored - like you were.”

Anna bites her tongue on that remark, which Kat doesn’t notice as she continues.

“No crying for me anyways,” Kat says. “Nothing like that. Even if this ends badly, even if things go south… I don’t want you to be crying over me, okay?” she looks over at Anna with the biggest grin Anna has ever seen. “We’ll never be too far apart. Even if things go bad. You told me that, remember?” She shrugs, turning to lean against the railing with her back, looking back towards where two guards were waiting. “We’ll meet again soon. We always will. Okay?” Katherine gently bumps into her. “No crying over me. Ever. It’ll be okay.”

Anna can’t help but have the words play over and over in her mind now: 

It will be okay.

It will be okay.

How can it ever be okay again?

“Anna.”

Anna stands up, wiping her eyes, not facing Catherine just yet.

“I…”

“I know,” Catherine replies. “But Anne… Anne needs to see her.”

With a deep breath, Anna turns. Any trace of tears are gone.

“Okay.”

As they waited outside for Anne to say goodbye, Catherine looked over at Cathy. “Is everything prepared?”

“We put her into a deeper sleep than right now first,” Cathy explains. “Then we allow the Final Mercy to be performed by Catherine.”

“It won’t hurt her,” Catherine assures Anna.

“How do you know that?” Anna asks, her tone a bit colder than normal. “How do you even remotely know that, if everyone it’s been tried on has died? It’s the Final Mercy, after all. No one’s lived through that.”

“Based off of vital signs and the like, it’s scientifically proven, Anna,” Cathy assures her. 

Anna sighs.

“I guess it’s better than the alternative.”

A door being shut cuts the attention of the group. There, Anne looks at them.

“She’s ready. I’m ready.”

Catherine nods, looking at Cathy, who nods as well. Anna follows them in.

“Is everyone prepared?” Cathy asks one final time.

Everyone’s silent… until Anne perks up.

“Wait!”

Catherine looks over. “What is it?”

Anne leaves for a moment before coming back - Katherine’s grey and white wolf plus.

“She called him Pax,” Anne says. “She says it’s named after her favorite dog in the Realm.” She gently puts it under Katherine’s arm. “I think… she might have wanted it, you know?”

Catherine smiles gently. “That’s lovely, Anne. Thank you. I’m sure she’ll appreciate it.”

With an awkward nod, Anne steps back, to where Anna is. Anne reaches for Anna’s arm, which Anna pulls close once Anne’s hooked around it.

Anne puts her head on Anna’s shoulder as the ritual begins.

Cathy, with a gentle prayer and a smoothing of the girl’s hair, puts her hand on Katherine’s forehead. She mumbles something and, suddenly, Katherine’s barely breathing at all.

“I-is that good?” Anne asks, scared for her cousin.

“It’s the magick working,” Cathy explains. “She’s just going deeper into sleep, cataonic in a way.”

“It will lessen her suffering to an amount that she won’t notice,” Catherine explains with a gentle nod. 

It’s with a sickening feeling that Anna realizes how practiced Catherine and Cathy are in this. How many others had fallen to Mind Magicks, only to have to have the Final Mercy performed on them?

Cathy checks Katherine over before she nods. “Go ahead.”

Catherine steps forward, a hand on her sword for a moment before she lets it go, hands starting to glow.

Anne can’t help but say it:

“We love you, Katherine.” 

Everyone looks over at her. She continues.

“So… s-so much.”

Catherine with a gentle nod, turns back to Katherine and, ever so gently, puts a hand over the girl’s heart and mind. 

A brilliant light surrounds the Druid, making her glow softly. Her body glows more and more, until it’s brighter than any star that Anne’s ever seen. Wings appear above the girl and on Catherine’s back. They intertwine for a moment, orbs of light surrounding the duo…

… until, suddenly, there’s a piercing sound of what seems to be glass breaking.

And suddenly, Katherine Howard is no more.

The girl’s body cracks into glowing fragments, into energy that seems to just… fade off. The light emitted from the girl is so bright and so strong, but from where Anne is, she can swear she sees Katherine smile one last time before she completely fades.

Two minutes after the ritual began, it was ended.

“Goddess protect her,” Catherine says, hands to her chest as she catches her breath.

Anne is the first to move, bringing Anna along as Catherine backs away to give the two space.

Cathy, tears in her eyes, welcomes the comforting touch of her godmother’s embrace as the two hold onto each other tightly, Catherine now allowing herself to mourn the girl she just helped bring to peace.

Anne and Anna stand there for a moment.

It’s silent.

They all stay there for hours - thinking, mourning, coming together as the family they’ve suddenly become. They don’t talk - the only sounds are sniffling and sobbing and crying - and Anne and Anna don’t move at all.

On hour four, Anna finally speaks:

“I’d like to sleep here tonight.”

“I as well,” Anne says.

“Of course,” Catherine replies. She looks over at Cathy. “Come on, let’s get their things.”

Just as they’re about to go, Anne stops them:

“Catherine?”

Aragon looks over and, for the first time, she sees genuine appreciation coming from Boleyn.

“Thank you.”

Catherine nods solemnly, looking at Anna for a moment before the two Catherine’s disappear.

They gather the other two’s things together as quietly as possible.

“I can’t believe she’s gone,” Cathy says quietly. “She was… she was taken far too soon.”

“Katherine deserves better,” Catherine replies with a nod. “And we owe it to her that justice be done.”

Cathy seems to tense then. “What in the world are we going to do if - when - we see Jane again?”

“We tell her what she did,” Catherine explains calmly. “And we make her pay for it. Those Magicks were banned for a reason. She knew that Katherine had had her fair share of manipulation. She charmed her anyways.” Catherine shakes her head. “It’s not right. It’s not just.”

“Jane apparently was never the just type, did you hear what she did in Temple of Healing at the Heart? It’s all true. She admitted as such.”

Catherine looks shocked. “When?”

“She admitted it when we were in the library. She said she was trying to be better… but I don’t think she was being sincere. She couldn’t have been, right? When she killed Katherine?”

Catherine watches Cathy for a moment before she nods to herself, seemingly coming to a realization about something, and stands up.

Cathy tilts her head. “What?”

“Nothing, not yet, anyways.” Catherine replies. “Just something I’ll need to chat with Jane about when we see her next.”

“We’re still doing this?” Cathy asks, eyes wide. 

“Of course,” Catherine replies. “We’re finishing what we started. We’re going to take down Henry and everything he’s done.” Catherine sighs. “We’re going to purge this world of his darkness - and cleanse everything he’s touched.”

Cathy frowns at that, but stands and goes to her godmother. She hugs the girl tightly. Catherine, having not expected that, takes a moment to hug back.

“I love you, you know,” Cathy says quietly. “I love you so much.”

“I know, love,” Catherine replies. “We’re going to be okay. I love you, too.”

That night, Anna and Anne are in Katherine’s bed, Pax the stuffed dog between them.

It’s silent for most of the night, until-

“She talked a lot about you.”

Anne looked over at Anna, a bit surprised that Anna was even talking.

“She mentioned that she used to love the antics you got into as a kid. You two hung out a bit, right?”

Anne thinks about it for a moment before she smiles at the memory:

“Yeah. I’d help sneak her out of her lessons and we’d go play in the forests around there and have some real fun,” Anne chuckles at the memory.

“She kept it up when she was my Lady in Waiting,” Anna replies. “We’d sneak out at night, when Henry went to bed. Stargazing, learning new magicks… we did so much. She was brilliant.”

Silence.

“I miss her.”

Anna looks over at Anne, who is clearly starting to tear up. She’s not sure what’s possessed her to do so, but Anna gently pulls Anne close.

They break down together, mourning their closest friend. 

The morning is slow to arrive for all the queens, but when it does, it feels… peaceful. Almost too much so, considering the events of the previous night.

Cathy hasn’t left Catherine’s side; Catherine isn’t complaining. 

Anna and Anne have, similarly, have stuck together as they get through the first morning. By noon, the four come together, down in the woods, where Katherine used to practice.

Her cloak and staff is there, along with Pax the stuffed dog. A few trinkets from the others: a dagger, a pebble, a book, a photo. 

A gentle wind blows across the memorial.

“What now?” Anne asks, looking up at Catherine for guidance.

“We continue on,” Catherine says. “We do what we promised Katherine we’d do. We’ll take back the Realm.”

“It’s suicide,” Anna says.

“It’s what she would have wanted,” Cathy replies. “Both of you know that.”

Anna nods. “I’m all in, I’m just saying… it’s suicide.”

Catherine stands up then. “We’re going to be starting a revolution now. This won’t stop once we start it - it’ll continue, with or without us, but we will either win or die. There’s no way Henry will let us live after this - regardless of reputation.” She keeps a steady gaze on all of them. “We need to end this. The sooner, the better.”

“If anyone wants to get off this ride,” Anne says seriously. “Now’s the time to do it.”

They all look at each other.

None of them move.

Anne nods.

“Then we’re in it for the long haul.”

Catherine nods. “For the Realm.”

Cathy stands. “For the lost.”

Anna nods. “For the world.”

Anne is last. “For Katherine.”

With that settled, Catherine takes control of the conversation.

“First thing, we help the Holbein operatives.” She looks to Anna for that. “How is Avril doing?” 

“Better than expected, last I heard,” Anna says. “But my best scout suggest a far stronger push coming up soon.”

“Bessie was rarely ever wrong in her reports… you should be there with her to ensure they’ll be okay,” Catherine says. She looks over at Anne. “Elizabeth should appear soon, right?”

“She’s bound to, yeah,” Anne says. “I’ll work with her on a way to get into the castle… and make sure she’s really who she says she is.”

Catherine frowns. “You doubt her?”

“I don’t trust anyone that’s not here, right now, before me,” Anne says. “As much as it pains me to say it, that includes my daughter.” she looks Catherine in the eye. “Until the final moonlight. For all of you.”

Catherine cuts in. “Keeping people not in this room at arm’s length is smart. Go see what she knows.”

Cathy stands then. “I’m going back to the library, taking as much as I can, and getting the forbidden texts to Weston. I still have friends there - despite the ashes it is. I can start the distribution of official reports, of anything that could be used against the crown. If the people start to see the truth, we can at least rile people up, cause some chaos. Make an opening for the final assault.”

Catherine nods. “I’ll be headed to the Blessed Sanctuary in Holbein, then.”

Anne raises an eyebrow. “Why?”

“If I can appeal to other Blesseds to take up arms, we’ll be in far better shape. The Sanctuary in the Realm is in ruin, but I doubt he’s taken Holbein’s Sanctuary just yet.”

“I’m sure Avril can get you in,” Anna replies. “Or Bessie. Someone.”

Catherine nods. “Then we all know what we’re going to do to help set up the final assault.”

They all nod at each other.

“Take as much time as you need to head out,” Cathy says. “I can set it up so that we’re always connected. We’ll all have a way into this place, from wherever we go, just by activating this stone.” 

Cathy holds out four stones for each of them to take.

“Keep it close, keep it safe,” Cathy says.

Anne, after a moment, stands up.

“I’m grabbing some rations, then I’m headed out.”

Catherine is first to approach. “Be safe. If you need any of us, all you need to do is summon.”

Anne nods. “I know.”

With a final look at the others, she leaves, portaling out to head towards where she last saw her daughter.

Catherine looks at Cathy.

“I’ll be alright, just gotta clean up some things,” Cathy replies. “Go on. I’ll be fine.”

Catherine turns to Anna. “Ready?”

Anna, with a final look back towards Katherine’s room, nods.

Cathy’s the only one left.

She looks back at the memorial.

“... we’ll make you proud, Kit. Promise.”

The winds pick up as Cathy leaves to fulfill her mission and promise.

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[purewhitepages]

La Retour de Foi Chapter 6

A/N: Thank you so much for being patient for this chapter. In a way, it is both the end of this story and the beginning. I hope it holds up. 

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“Hello. My name is Faith. I’m your daughter.”

The words hung over the group for a moment before Bree stepped forward.

“How long did you know?” she asked, much more accusatory than she meant it.

“Since the clinic.” Faith’s answer was simple, factual, and her face betrayed no emotion.

“And when exactly were you planning on telling us?” Bree’s hands were in fists at her sides, and her face was red.

Faith smiled a small smile. “That would imply that any of this was planned.” She shook her head. “Tomorrow. Aunt Jenny and Uncle Ian said they would arrange an introduction.”

“Already on the ‘aunt’ and ‘uncle’ are you?”

“They insisted.” Faith folded her arms over her chest and took a step forward. “Bree-...I’m sorry I didn’t tell you myself. I wanted to. I was going to. You have to believe me.” She took another step forward and put out her hand to shake. “It just didn’t seem like a good thing to blurt out in the clinic’s lobby, or while we were getting really drunk.” Her smile was genuine and Bree looked at her hand skeptically.

“If it makes you feel any better, I didn’t know about you either. Or about Kitty or Ian or anything. All of this has happened so fast.”

Bree took her hand to shake finally. But when Faith went to pull away, Bree pulled back and into a small hug. Faith patted her back and moved to Roger, who was now beside Bree. He opened up his arm for a side-hug.

“Gave us a proper fright, ye did,” he said. “Claire and Jamie didna believe us at first that we had seen ye in the village. I was beginning to think myself daft, but it was too much of a coincidence.”

“Sorry about that.”

He waved his hand. “Dinna fash.”

Bree motioned to her other siblings. “This is Fergus and Marsali. Fergus is our brother, he’s originally from France..”

Faith gave Marsali a hug. (“I’ve a question to ask ye about a certain sweater ye own, but it can wait.”) and shook Fergus’s hand.

“Bonsoir, comment ça va?”

Fergus smiled at the sound of his mother tongue “Bonsoir, ça va très bien. Je suis très contente que tu es ici.”

“And this is William, our other brother.” Faith nodded and stuck out her hand to shake. He looked at her skeptically before shaking her hand.

“I dinna ken what to say to ye,” he admitted.

She let out a laugh. “You don’t have to say anything. It’s good to meet you.”

She looked past them all to the other two adults in the room. They had respectfully kept their distance while the young people made their introductions, but now the entire mood in the room was different. Faith took a few tentative steps towards them. She searched their faces. Jamie’s was a stone wall as always--with maybe a hint of tears in the corner of his eye--but Claire’s eyes were swimming with turmoil. The only thing seemingly keeping her together was her husband’s hand on her shoulder.

“I was in your clinic yesterday,” Faith finally said to Claire.

“Yes, I heard. Whatever for?” Her voice was strained but clear.

Faith’s amber eyes flicked behind her for a moment. She could almost hear Ian sweating from across the room. “Just a little accident was all. Barely a bruise, I’ve thick skin though.” She patted her stomach.

Claire reached out a shaking hand to touch her face, lip quivering. Faith leaned into the touch as her hand came up to envelope Claire’s.

“That’s exactly something your father would say.” Her movements were very sudden as she pulled Faith into a bone-crushing hug, her sobs muffled by Faith’s shoulder.

“It’s alright, Mom, don’t worry about it.”

“Wha- what did you say?” Claire pulled back slightly.

“It’s alright, you don’t have to cry.”

“No, you- you called me ‘Mom.’” Her lip quivered.

“Of course, is that alright?”

Her only answer was to pull Faith back for another hug with even louder sobs. Faith hoped that was a yes and let a few tears fall from her own eyes.

It felt an eternity before the two women pulled away. Claire wiped her eyes as she straightened Faith’s shirt and fussed with her hair, seemingly unable to stop touching her. Faith smiled and turned her attention to the large man standing there.

“Hello,” she said quietly.

He smiled then. “Hello, mo nighean.”

“You’re a lot bigger than I had imagined.”

He let out a laugh as a tear slipped from his eye and he reached out to cup her cheek with one hand.

“I could say the same for ye. For years I’d never thought of you more than as my babe, ye ken?”

“How big was I when you last saw me?”

Jamie’s smile was so very sad. “I never saw ye. I was in prison when ye were born and ye were taken from us before I was released. I never held ye, nor saw yer bonny face.” His other hand came to her other cheek and he wiped the tears that spilled away with his thumbs.

“You can hold me now,” Faith said as she launched herself into his arms. Jamie gripped her tightly and lifted her up off the ground so her feet dangled.

He whispered to her through his tears as she wept into his shoulder. Claire came up behind Faith and held her, pulling back only slightly so Jamie could set her down and they could both hug her. Everyone who had been standing, watching, and wiping their own tears came forward to embrace each other and their long-lost cousin.

Tarts were had by all and stories were swapped, and the night ended by finishing the game of football. The sun was just about set, but the newly arrived Frasers joined the teams. The parents held back along with Marsali and Joan, the former being pregnant and the latter to stay with her child. Jamie held Claire close to him as they watched their children chase each other and laugh.

“She’s real, Jamie,” Claire whispered to him, as if she spoke too loud, Faith would disappear with the setting sun.

“Aye, Sassenach. Just as beautiful and brilliant as her mother.”

Claire nodded, smiling but not taking her eyes off the young woman. Faith ran with the ball with Kitty piggy-backing on her, scoring a goal with a laugh at Fergus, who had tried to take the ball from her at the last minute. “And just as braw as her father.”

Jamie grimaced. “God help the puir lass.”

Claire laughed. Jenny and Ian came over to join them. She gave Claire a hug and rubbed her back.

“I’m so happy for ye, my dear. I canna even imagine what this has been like for ye. And here ye are, a family united.”

Claire nodded as she looked back. “I suppose. Though, nothing has been decided yet. She still lives in America and has to leave eventually-”

“Not right now, Sassenach,” Jamie soothed as he held her close once again. “Just let this moment be.”

xXx

At the end of the night, Faith decided to go to Lallybroch with her family for the night since there were more rooms available. The drive home was quiet. Faith was squeezed between Willie and Roger in the backseat but claimed she didn’t mind it. At the house, Willie showed her to a room down the hall from his.

“I changed the sheets myself,” he told her, lingering at the door as she settled herself into the room.

She nodded and thanked him.

“I’ll leave ye to it then.” He turned to go.

“Willie,” she called out to stop him. He turned back. “Did you- I mean, did you know about me?”

He looked down and back up. “I knew I had an older sister whom I had never met. I knew about Ma and Da’s past. But, until this afternoon, I had never once really thought about ye.”

She nodded, sitting back on the bed.

“Did ye know about me?”

She shook her head. “Like you said, I never once really thought about where I’d come from. And here I am.”

“Here ye are.” Willie nodded. “Are ye gonna stay?”

She chewed her lip. “I don’t know.”

“So ye’ll just show up out of the blue and leave again?”

“That’s hardly fair!” Faith furrowed her brow. “I found out about all of this three days ago, Willie. I can’t make big decisions like that so soon.”

“But ye’ll burden Ma and Da with yer presence in that time.”

“They’re the one’s that reached out to me!”

“Ye didna have to come!” They both stood, red-faced. Willie’s breathing was heavy as he turned around and stalked out. Faith crossed her arms over her chest and sat back on the bed.

She changed and slid into the bed, checking the time. It was around 4:30 in the afternoon in Portland.

The ringing in her ears was heavy and her hand shook on the phone in her ear.

“Hello?”

“Tha gaol agam ort air mam mam.”

“Ah, a nighean, have ye been taking pictures like I asked?”

“Yes mom, of course. Mom, I- you know about the email you got?”

“From yer mam? Aye.”

“Well, I kind of, sort of, may have gone up to see them.”

“Ye didna!”

“Aye mam, I did.”

“A nighean, what were ye thinking? What would yer father say?”

“I know, I know, and I should’ve talked with you about it, but I- I had to go, you wouldn’t understand.”

She heard a sigh over the phone and bit her lip. “Did ye meet with them then? How did it go?”

“Ok. I met my cousins, they’re really nice. I’ll send you pictures. My parents seem really nice, they were happy to see me. I just-” Faith paused.

“What is it?”

“I shouldn’t have come, mam. This was a mistake.”

“Ye said things went well, did ye no’?”

“Yes, but-” Faith sighed in frustration. “They’re asking me if I’m staying and all these questions about what I’ll do from here. And I didn’t even know what I was going to do before all of this. And now-...now I just don’t know.”

Her mom sighed again over the phone. “We shoulda stayed in Scotland, I told yer father it would be better to keep ye near yer roots but he insisted and-”

“It isn’t that, Mam. I feel more or less at peace with that. I just-...”

“What is it, Faith?”

“I feel at home here, and I wanna stay forever. You’ve never seen such a bonny place in your life, Mam. And my family loves me, my Aunt threatened to kill me and then she made these amazing tarts and I’ve gotten to really know my cousin, Kitty. But I know I shouldn’t stay.”

“Ye dinna have to tell me how gorgeous the Highlands are, young lady. Ye ken I ken very well-”

“Sorry, mam.”

“-That’s alright. And second, who says ye canna stay there?”

“I can’t just be picking up and settling down in the first place that strikes my fancy?”

“Why no’?”

Faith spluttered.

“Ye dinna have to make the decision today. Sleep on it, come back home if ye’re so set on not falling in love with the place, and ye can always go back can ye no’?”

“I guess you’re right.”

“Ye dinna want to make any decision quickly, not even the one to leave. Goodnight, tha gaol agam ort, a nighean.”

Faith smiled and traced the tattoo on her bicep. “Tha gaol agam ort mam.”

#Outlander #outlander fanfiction #outlander fic #outlander fanfic #outlander au #outlander modern au #jamie x claire #jamie/claire #claire x jamie #faith fraser #jamie fraser #claire beauchamp #claire fraser #jamie/claire au #jamie/claire fanfiction

[365daysoftododeku]

8th January 2019

Author: Kenyoda

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Sanrio Scenario

Shouto stood frozen in front of the store. Its bright lights and pastel colors looked quite innocent next to the edgy void called Hot Topic. He looked back at his classmates who were grinning maniacally. He looked back at the store. A dare was a dare. Izuku had already completed his twice over.

A hand stroked his elbow. He looked over to see green eyes. His friend gave a reassuring smile, his Hot Topic bag swaying at his side. Shouto gave a shaky grin in return. Why was this so hard? It was just clothes. But…

The whole thing started with a game of truth or dare. He and Izuku were forced to do something that terrified them. Izuku had completed his that very night. He had called him to his room. There Shouto learned that his crush was Quirkless. One of the 20%. He had gotten his Quirk from All Might himself. He was being groomed to be the next Symbol of Peace.

At first, Shouto had been incensed. Poor Izuku was being forced into carrying a burden that wasn't his to bear. When he said as much Izuku was quick to reassure him that it was a burden he gladly chose. He just asked Shouto to keep what he knew to himself. He promised. It had been amazing to him that Izuku's fear was sharing that heavy secret with him. But he understood, after all, he was terrified at the idea of telling anyone else about his home life.

The rest of that night had been spent planning. They could not tell anyone else about Izuku's Quirk. So, the next best thing was chosen for the public dare. Izuku had always been curious about piercings and the like. They had discussed it one time while they were studying for a test on costume regulations. With the advent of Quirks, people had lost interest in policing appearance. When people had scales, feathers, and tails it was hard for people to be concerned about piercings.

But there were still age limits, of course. Izuku said the only reason hadn’t tried it was that he was terrified of his mom’s reaction. Izuku eventually opted to buy some clip-ons and wander around for a bit to appease the class. Shouto knew from experience that they were easy to amuse. After all, they got a kick out of him having to play the damsel in distress at that fairytale amusement park they went to. At that thought, he had gotten an idea.

His father had control of every aspect of Shouto’s life since his Quirk came in. How he spent his time. Where he was educated (home). What he ate. What he did with his own body… What he wore. He was often shoved in the most traditional and non-offensive clothing his father could find that would not raise eyebrows. His closet was full of grays, whites, browns, and blacks. It had not changed much since he started UA. He couldn’t bring himself to change it.

The lingering weight of his father’s controlling hand was still weighing down on his neck. It choked off the words he wanted to say if they weren’t what his father would want. It hauled him away from anything that would catch his interest outside of Heroics. It was just a fight for Shouto to keep the few things he had managed to get for himself in the last two years. It was a fight to squeeze out the words of encouragement and care to his friends past the grip on his throat. It was a struggle to trudge to the hospital to see his mother. To send a text to Fuyumi. To simply spend time with friends… himself. He was always fighting.

So, his clothing choices or even lack thereof was not on his mental rota. So, why not mix up his wardrobe a bit? When he pitched the idea to Izuku, he seemed delighted by it. But he cautioned that it would still be seen as too easy by their classmates. After all, Izuku was still the only one that knew of his father’s true nature and Shouto’s history. Izuku would know how big of a deal buying even a simple All Might t-shirt would be. His classmates would not.

So, they decided in the end to have Shouto go the extra mile and dress outrageously. They brought the idea to the class and as expected, they loved it. A class outing was quickly arranged for the weekend. Now that they were third years and all of them had licenses, they were allowed to come and go as they pleased on the weekends, internships notwithstanding. The only stipulation being that one of the teachers knew.

Thus Shouto ended up standing frozen in front of a Sanrio store. He had spent a few hours yesterday researching the place after group discussion lead to Shouto being assigned to shop at that particular store. Izuku had been given the Hot Topic next door. The group decided that they both should dress up. Shouto had followed Izuku through the dimly lit store as he rummaged through T-shirts with weird logos on them.

Some were vaguely familiar. A face from a show someone showed him in the dorm… even a Hello Kitty giving a middle finger. When Shouto had playfully asked if he bought the shirt for his dare would it count, Izuku had burst into a fit of giggles that lit up his insides like fireworks. God, he would do anything to hear Izuku laugh again. The two bantered back and forth as Izuku slowly picked out an outfit and a nose ring. He said it was for the shock value, if nothing else. Shouto had been struck dumb when Izuku finally emerged from the cramped dressing stall. He looked good, like lethally good.

“So, how do I look?” he said easily as he turned around.

“Hazardous.” Shouto mumbled. A blush promptly suffused his face immediately after the last syllable left his lips. Izuku’s face probably matched his own easily. Shouto’s heart fluttered weakly at the sight. He was always a sucker for his blushing cheeks and bashful eyes.

“O-oh. M-maybe I should—” Izuku stuttered as he heads back to the stall. Shouto’s heart sank and he wanted to kick himself. Once again his lack of a filter and terrible social skills have come back to bite him.

“No wait!” Shouto said. He had a hold of Izuku’s arm before he had a chance to decide what he wanted to say. Those wide green eyes drove all his screaming thoughts to a halt. Finally, he gathered his thoughts, “You look… great, really. I was… lost in my own head. I didn’t realize I had spoken out loud,” He whispers apologetically. Izuku studied him for a moment, before one of his usual blinding smiles took Shouto’s breath away. Yep, He thought forlornly, you are completely hazardous to my health, Izuku. As Izuku scurried back into the stall, a violent shock hit Shouto. Since when had Midoriya become Izuku?!

Was it after their harrowing ordeal in Hosu? Was it after training camp and Kamino? Was it after they worked on a case together as interns earlier in the year? His heart and mind trembled at what that could mean. Shouto would consider Izu-Midoriya his best friend without hesitation. But, first names were too personal. That meant they were close. Shouto was not ready to have that kind of relationship with a person. Oh really? Taunted his heart. Not ready to share a bed when one of you has a nightmare? Hug at any opportunity? Press your noses together when no one is looking? Wanting to—

No. No! He was not thinking about this right now. He was… a bit touch-starved, true. But Izuku- Midoriya! Never seemed to mind so there was nothing necessarily intimate about it. And sharing a bed was… practical. Usually, they would bump into each other in the kitchen as they both walked off the nervous aftershocks by fetching a drink. They would talk about what troubled them. Izu-Midoriya’s room was on the second floor. He often offered to let him sleep there rather than dragging himself up three more flights. It was practical. Since that often ended up being the case on stressful days, it became a time saving routine… so practical.

A few moments later, the other boy returned to his side. The purchase was made and Izuku changed again. They walked into a wall of noise as the two exited the shop. Their friends chattered and whooped over Izuku’s new look. The outfit looked even better in brighter lighting. He wore a simple blue shirt that read All M. The sky blue made Izuku’s eyes seem greener than they were normally. He wore a red plaid red vest with black adornments over it. Then a pair of black Tripp jeans with his favorite red sneakers completed his outfit. The black highlighted the dark tones of his eyes and hair. His eyes looked like uncut gems instead of lush leaves. They were sharp and piercing leaving Shouto reeling every time their eyes met. The clip on nose ring was a hit, too. Uraraka and Mina took several photos.

“Alright, you’re up, Half and Half!” taunted Bakugou from his spot on a nearby bench, with Kirishima in his lap. He rolled his eyes. He wasn’t up for sparing with Bakugou today. Shouto had made for the other store anyway, when voices of the other mall goers drifted into his ears. They were furtively whispering about their class. Unfortunately, since most of them were regular interns now, members class 2-A were starting to be recognized in public more. Shouto froze.

Some of them had cameras out. Oh no. This would go on the Internet in a heartbeat and if his father saw… he might just come down to UA and drag him home by his hair. He might still do that for his hair alone. It was currently in a French braid that hung between his shoulder blades curtesy of Momo.

The fear that was still paralyzing him wouldn’t let up even as he was staring into those viridian orbs that usually brought him comfort. Iz-Midoriya ran his hand up and down his arm,

“You don’t have to do this, Shouto.” he whispered softly after a moment. “We can find something else.” Shouto was now frozen for a different reason. Izuku called him Shouto. His name had never sounded as wonderful as it did then. Izu- Midoriya seemed to realize what he said as a blush made its home on his face once more. “I-I mean it. If you think it’s not safe… then we won’t do it.”  Shouto felt a warm feeling trickle through his chest at Midoriya’s concern. But he looked back at the door. Once again he was faced with a choice.

Does he bow to his father’s demands again? Or does he risk the chance of an even worse punishment if his father somehow finds out about this? Is a few pastel shirts worth a guaranteed weekend of hell? He hated that he couldn’t decide. One pain would hurt a whole hell of a lot initially, but those wounds would eventually heal. Shouto knew they would. The other pain would be like acid dripping into his skin. Initially annoyingly painful, but not devastatingly so like his father’s training. But over time it would eat away at him exposing bone and nerves. It would slowly strip him raw. Then the wound would become infected and poison him. He had so many of those wounds already. His mom. His loneliness. So many. So scars or infection?

“I—” he tried to speak but once again that hand tightened, sealing his throat. Frustration built up behind his eyes turning into a dull ache. It isn’t fair! He wanted to shriek. It isn’t fair that he is weighing goofing off with his friends like he was debating on taking a bullet. It isn’t fair that part of him would rather face the fucking bullet. But here he was frozen outside of some damn store with freaking badly drawn cats in the window like he’s about to enter Hell! He was so pathetic. So very, very—

“Todoroki-kun?” Izuku-Midoriya’s voice snapped him back to the present. He was watching Shouto carefully. “I talked to the others, they are willing to let you shop and put everything on at the dorm.” Shouto felt his shoulders relax even as his blood ran cold.

“What did you say?!” he hissed, panicked. Izuku gave him a placating smile.

“I just mentioned that people were watching and that it would be a distraction to your father if people started harassing him about you doing a dumb dare. You know sensational journalism and all that…” he replied. Shouto blinked, stunned. Warmth began to seep back into his limbs as the panic melted away. Shame curled in his gut. Of course, Izuku would not tell them anything. He hadn’t said anything in the past two years, why would he now? Especially for something that was so trivial on the surface.

“Thank you…” he said softly as he allowed Iz-Midoriya to guide him into the store. He flashed another sunny smile at Shouto. Izuku’s soft ‘Anytime!’ turned his heart to putty. Well, his name is Izuku too, after all… He really was so, so pathetic. As they ventured further into the store, Izuku coughed uncertainly. When Shouto glanced at him, he spoke,

“So… there are some conditions attached…” Shouto did not like his tone.

“And they are…?” he prompted calmly, even though he is mildly concerned. Izuku’s cheeks lit up pink once more. Shouto’s heart uncharacteristically sunk at that.

“Well…” He looked around cautiously for a moment. He then leaned over and whispered, “They have to be… um… female.” Shouto balked momentarily in confusion.

“What has to be female?” he asked. Izuku snorted. His heart returned from his stomach to flutter excitedly in his chest. This thing was becoming annoying… why was it useful?!

“The clothes, silly!” he chuckled, eyes bright. Oh? Is that all. I would do far more riskier things for you, Izuku. He thought. He was hopeless when it came to Izuku. He would wear a fuzzy bunny onesie if he asked. Alright! That is enough out of you, you lovesick fool! He thinks offhandedly. A shiver went down his back at the thought. Oh no. No. No. He was not in love. Nope. Nada. Not one bit. He was just appreciating what a wonderful friend he had in Izuku. He looked over to see said friend grinning delightedly over some plush he had found. A soft smile spread over Shouto’s face before he could stop it and a sigh slipped from his lips.

 Fuuuccck!!! Who was he kidding?! He was doomed. Shouto sighed as he shook off his thoughts and decided he would worry about them later. He began seriously looking at the wears available. May as well get this over with. As he burrowed through the skirts and dresses on display, he realized that his classmates could have done much worse. After all, this wasn’t the first time he had been forced into a dress…       

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[candyclan]

Coming out letter to my mom. (FTM) At the start of my transition, I wanted to go by a name that started with an “A”because my birthname did. All the rest of it is basically the same.

THE TRUTH:

I didn’t scream “I am a boy” at my parents. Honestly, my mother (specifically) controlled a lot of what I did, who I hung out with, and what I wore as a child. I believe she has/had an idea about what she wanted out of a daughter since I was born, and really just lived through me. I think she eventually had to give me room to make my own decisions, later in life. I didn’t come out until I was 16, although I had spent 6 months prior to even coming out thinking about my gender identity. I was extremely sheltered. I want you guys to know that I didn’t know what being transgender was until I was a freshman in high school and met my best friend (who is STILL MY BEST FRIEND TODAY) who identified as Non-binary gender fluid. I had never really met someone AFAB that lived to be anything other than female. With that came the knowledge that sometimes, men don’t necessarily have to have penises and I can wear whatever I’m comfortable with. I used to be religious in middle school (raised Christian) but I never found god. It never made sense to me how so many people can put their faith in other people’s ideas of what god is (the Bible) but not listen when their real CHILD comes to them and tells them that they feel uncomfortable in their gender identity. I also came out as bisexual in middle school, after meeting a girl I had a fancy for. To which my mother sobbed and cried and asked how she had failed as a parent. I remember loving pink, it was my favorite color. Pink, purple, blue. My top 3. Now it’s blue, pink, purple but basically the same. I had a pink room, loved hello kitty, let my mom curl my hair with little curlers at night so I could wake up and be somebody different the next day. My brother played with carebears and my Barbie dolls more than I did as a child. I remember a toy gun and handcuffs. I was fairly experimental as a child, I did: Girl Scouts, swimming, piano, soccer, ballet, cheerleading, and more honestly. I always got “boy” toys at McDonald’s (I mean cmon they’re cooler) I just was kinda everywhere. I feel like that’s easier for someone AFAB to be. My brother was harassed by my family for liking girly things but I was never shown that I couldn’t like stereotypical “boy things” by extended family. My mother however in the line at McDonalds I could never forget, turned and looked at me (baseball cap backwards tank top and shorts)and said “So, what?” “Are you batting for the other team” implying that because of the clothes I liked to wear I would be a lesbian. My mother (like I said, kinda controlling and extremely narcissistic) when I was allowed to cut my hair super short for the first time I was 16. Afterwards she has said things like: “but you’re so pretty how could you have cut your hair” “you looked so nice with long hair” I never felt akin to femininity. I was actually VERY uncomfortable with it. I hated being the “weaker” gender. I never wanted my nails painted. It was torture. I acted like makeup and and nail polish was torture, the hairbrush was my enemy. I used to just put my hair up in a low ponytail every day as I got older. I knew she’d never let me cut it all off. Basically, other than wanting to grow up strong and tough and not liking to be treated like a female, I was female. There were parts of being female I didn’t really have a problem with, and honestly that’s why I didn’t come out for so long. I wasn’t in a house or raised by people I knew would accept anything other than me being their “little girl” I was a daddies girl. So between my lack of understanding of where my feelings towards my gender roles were coming from, being encouraged by my family to be girly, not being exposed to gender diversity (or anything queer), and my controlling mother, I remained in the dark about who I was.

TRIGGER WARNING:::(abuse)::::: I was never close with my mother, and actually hated her growing up. To this day she is the most judge mental, self-centered woman I know. My father was funny, charismatic, and lost his shit sometimes. I like to say, 90% of the time he was amazing. We made jokes and could literally finish each other’s sentences. But honestly my father, 10% of the time was abusive. Most of my abuse in my life was covert (narcissistic abuse from my mother) and verbal/emotional/barely physical abuse from my father. He’s 6”3’ 350 lbs and very loud and scary, especially to a young child. He punched a hole in my wall, he threw a remote at a wall and shattered it to pieces, he threatened to kill my dog with a baseball bat in front of me. Which I swear to god he would have done if I wasn’t holding my dog, protecting him. These moments were few and far between, but they were riddled with insults and almost always left me with less than I started with. My father did spank my brother and I, and one time he clapped my brother so well that he left a purple hand mark on his butt. My mother told my father she’d take us away if that happened again. My father never left marks. He never had to, he was so big and would just get up in my face and scream at me. He made me feel helpless. Because he was invading my space I felt physically threatened, and he never actually had to touch me and leave bruises because that threat was already implied by invading my space. I was so young, but I always knew my family wasn’t right. Finally at 16, I stood up to my father for the first time. I didn’t care if he was bigger than me, I didn’t care if I would lose, I was willing to fight for me. Anyway, long story short the police were called because we were screaming at each other in front of his apartment building. I’m not going to say I didn’t fuck up as a teenager, but I never deserved the pressure and the abuse he was dishing out and had dished out my whole life. I knew that. I cut him out of my life just after turning 16, by then I had been questioning my identity. It became easier after leaving my father to fall into who I was. My father is FAIRLY religious and my mother claims to be but she never talks about god, she never prays, and now that my father and her are divorced I don’t think she’s been inside a church since. Losing my father was a lot, despite his abuse he and I were really close and had really similar personalities. The reality of abuse isn’t “well, now I see them as an abuser so now none of that good stuff is left it’s all tainted” I had to struggle with losing someone very important in my life at a young age, for myself.

Arguments against me being trans:

My family has been a bit divided in responding to me coming out. By now, it’s been about 4 years.

My mother and her side of the family are in denial. They don’t understand how I can’t be a “lesbian that just likes boy things”. They don’t use my name or pronouns.

My father, what little communication I have with him now, is bewildered. He and I had a discussion this past Christmas where I brought up what his abuse did to me mentally and he apologized but then tried to say “well what about your part in all of this” and said that I was hanging out with crazy depressed people, cutting myself, doing drugs, (I was smoking weed and I’ve tried acid like once piss off) and was sneaking out. Yeah. I did do all of that BUT GUESS WHAT. IM 20. I go where I wanna go. I fuck who I wanna fuck. I smoke what I want and guess what? It’s not any different from when I was 16 except now I don’t have parents up my ass telling me what to do. His argument basically was that I need to own up to what I did too and that fucking angered me. You don’t apologize and then go “well what about you” that’s not an apology. That’s deflection and honestly I don’t think I need to apologize because my parents were super controlling. I was just trying to do what I wanted and they didn’t like it. He and I have talked about me being trans and he pretty much thinks I’m certifiable. Doesn’t use my name or pronouns.

My brother: Ethan, my brother and I have always been close. He’s 17 now, and he had a different reaction to me being trans. Of all of my family he was the most receptive to my pleas of gender dysphoria and he suffers with anxiety so he gets stuff. But alas, after asking him if he’d call me by my name and pronouns (after 4 years of being out) he thinks that I am the one that has an issue with society. I told him I was starting T soon and he said: “Hrt won’t lessen all the things that come with being transgender. If you feel like doing hormones is the best for you then do it, but from a logical standpoint I think there just needs to be more thickening of skin” he claimes that if I try hard enough I could be fine living as female. Doesn’t use my name or pronouns.

None of my family supports me. None of my family understands. And none of them ever will. I have been out for four fucking years. I can’t tell you how frustrating family rejection can be. I have cried so much at the idea of not having a supportive family. I feel like I was ripped away from a beautiful life somewhere and thrust into this mess.

Honestly though, it doesn’t matter, the world keeps spinning and I keep finding people who love and accept me for who I truly am. I have made peace with my family’s lack of acceptance. It’s made me stronger and more compassionate towards others. Made me want to be better than them. I am actually going to start hormones soon, and on top of other fears I have, will be cutting my family out of my life. I can’t be 25 with a full beard and getting misgendered by my family. I can’t do it. They may feel like I’m going too far, that I don’t have to do this, but I do. I’m not doing this because I didn’t get too much attention as a kid or my mom favored my brother over me, I’m not doing this because it’s cool, I’m not doing this because I’m bored, I’m not doing this because I hate myself or anyone else. This is AFFIRMATION. Sometimes, cutting people who can’t see you for who your really are out of your life is affirming too.

Guys, girls, people, keep your head up. Things get better, I know. I thought life was never going to get better so I know that’s what it can feel like. But it does. Never ever let someone control your life or who you are. You’re beautiful/handsome/amazing! You deserve to be comfortable in your own skin and to love who you are. I am getting there, we all are.

Love,

Tanner M.

[rgr-pop]

I need an ENTIRE afternoon wall of noise. 4/3 music library on shuffle until I hit a killdozer song.

the thermals - “god and country” reset - "double cross" nirvana - "polly" (1986-88 home recording) nirvana - "radio friendly unit shifter" (2013 mix) peterbuilt - "sateliteyes" the dickies - "got it at the store" apocalypse hoboken - "box of pills" fiona apple - "slow like honey" tex & the horseheads - "big boss man" everclear - "the drama king" anti-flag - "america got it right" neil young - "tonight's the night, pt. ii" everclear - "brown-eyed girl" noooooooooo oh my god no please millencolin - “israelites" listen you know that i'm p tolerant when it comes to this subject but why specifically did you boys do this. specifically you useless id - "note" never accuse me of pop punk nationalism again! that's three of global pop punk the selecter - "selling out your future" built to spill - "some things last a long time" holidays - "proof" let's wrestle - "bad mammaries" radhos - "one breath" ween - "boing" bracket - "g-vibe" local h - "'cha!' said the kitty" sublime - "40oz to freedom" failure - "saturday saviour" blink-182 - "don't leave me" (tmtts live take) why did they make this live album, they were so bad live shrimp boat - "melon song" interpol - "not even jail" the ataris - "angry nerd rock" 50 million - "superhero" skankin pickle - "violent love" the breeders - "put on a side" all - "honey peeps" the commandos (suicide commandos) - "weekend warrior" suicide machines - "friends are hard to find" the eclectics - "laura" good ska block! love this band pansy division - "jack u off" rocket from the tombs - "ain't it fun" dynamite boy - "devoted" young pioneers - "downtown tragedy" the breeders - "so sad about us" fenix tx - "jean claude trans am" fuck i love this song nofx - "bob" hickey - "happily ever after" bob dylan - "tangled up in blue" (bootlegs vol. 2) gas huffer - "king of hubcaps" tullycraft - "crush this town" atom and his package - "goalie" faith no more - "the real thing" carly rae jepsen - "tell me" bis - "listen up" one direction - "still the one" mtx - "she's no rocket scientist" eugene chadbourne - "roger miller medley" grouvie ghoulies - "carly simon" white town - "thursday at the blue note" gas huffer - "moon mission" rx bandits - "sleepy tyme" everclear - "rocket for the girl" failure - "kindred" blood on the saddle - "johnny's at the fair" the distillers - "red carpet and rebellion" cruiserweight - "dearest drew" stp - "plush" everclear - "wonderful" (live, from the closure ep) (don't hate it) new found glory - "sonny" everclear - "otis redding" (impure white evil demo) (BEST song) stp - "adhesive" incubus - "have you ever" cub - "tell me now" everclear - "short blonde hair" i simply do not hate it letters to cleo - "happy ever after" amazing transparent man - “the ocean is a fuck of a long way to swim” nerf herder - “(stand by your) manatee” kitty kitty - “ab tokeless” osker - “the mistakes you made” perfume genius - “hood” radhos - “shut up & deal” (welcome to the jungle take) osker - “the body”  gas huffer - “the sin of sloth” the fall - “bombast” excuse 17 - “code red” mad season - “lifeless dead” unwritten law - “differences” hanson - “two tears” the eyeliners - “anywhere but here” moby grape - “lazy me” brian wilson - “wonderful” 88 fingers louie - “something i don’t know” sicko - “wisdom tooth weekend” the replacements - “love you till friday” suicide machines - “green world” midtown - “another boy” hickey - “cool kids attacked by flying monkeys” the roman invasion suite - “carnations” the beat - “tears of a clown” local h - “24 hour break up session” okay i’m awake i want to end this now toots & the maytals - “funky kingston” local h - “strict-9″ his name is alive - “her eyes were huge things” nirvana - “frances farmer will have her revenge on seattle” slapstick - “almost punk enough” urge overkill - “bionic revolution” janet jackson - “you want this” piebald - “long nights” small brown bike - “now i’m a shadow” the story so far - “left unsaid” crj - “more than a memory” tracy + the plastics - “my friends end parties” liz phair - “6′1″“ fastbacks - “555, pt. 1″ this mix is feminist now swindle - “one track” shockabilly - “burma shave” temple of the dog - “say hello to heaven” amazing transparent man - “shove” cool soul asylum cover from dekalb illinois :)) the vindictives “eating me alive” midwests only!! the judys - “radiation squirm” gulfs only!! frogpond - “sleep” flipp - “rock-n-roll star” throwing muses - “red shoes” everclear - “santa monica” throwing muses on summerland??? mekons - “atone & forsaken” holidays - “take me home country roads” this is a good tone to lead up to killdozer... true believers - “all mixed up again” prince - “adore” beulah - “queen of the populists” eveclear - “rocky mountain high” (99x live acoustic--I don’t have a date for this actually) of montreal - “dustin hoffman thinks about eating the soap” heatmiser - “stray” rickie lee jones - “woody and dutch on the slow train to peking” tar - “viaduct removal” common rider - “carry on” the frogs - “u bastards” mudhoney - “this gift” hammerbox - “outside” fuck my mom would have loved this song if it had gotten the airplay it deserved in 1993... hammerbox on summerland!!!! letters to cleo - “little rosa” kay hanley on summerland!! nine pound hammer “wrongside of the road” hanson - “with you in your dreams” (3cg demo) hamson on summerland!!! fastbacks - “555, pt. 1″ again... fastbacks on summerland!!! face to face - “sensible” soul asylum - “happy” soul asylum on summerland!!!! television - “see no evil” pinq - “careful not to mention the obvious” the dickies - “nights in white satin” tar - “mel’s” truly - “chlorine” babes in toyland - “deep song” hole - “berry” hellbender - “half driven” hammerhead  - “new york? ...alone?” everclear - “malevolent” guzzard - “last”  archers of loaf - “tatyana” hum - “stars” hum on summerland die kreuzen - “don’t say please” this is not fair joanna newsom - “sadie” down by law - “peace, love and understanding” nirvana - “aneurysm” (1990 demo) hovercraft - “endoradiosonde” modest mouse - “cowboy dan” rage against the machine - “born of a broken man” skatalites - “scandal ska” pylon - “driving school” the vindictives - “babysitter” jimmy eat world - “ten” the get up kids - “lowercase west thomas” oh we’re doing this now? hot rod circuit - “knees” fine triple fast action - “the rescue” FINE  full disclosure i do skip emo diaries tracks at my discretion the amps - “bragging party” everclear - “am radio” this is not fair mxpx - “middlename” MXPX ON SUMMERLAND chokebore - “your let down” bob dylan - “you’re a big girl now” helmet - “primitive” pond - “filterless” blink-182 - “all the small things” local h - “ralph” tar - “over and out” pearl jam - “black” the gits - “sniveling little rat faced git” local h - “eddie vedder” >:) tar - “flow plow” i always misremember this as a subpop single so i’m like “i’m not amphetamine reptile biased?” but it was an a/r release, lol. brad wood produced it. lake michigan as hell  unicorns - “jellybones” this song makes me sad ever since i didn’t get to adopt the jellybones cat oblivion - “clark” desmond dekker - “jeserene” veruca salt - “one last time” veruca salt on summerland!!!! dead moon - “dead moon night” extremely dead moon on summerland fishbone - “i like to hide behind my glasses” dead moon - “on my own” paw - “sleeping bag” tar - “goethe” doc dart - “casket with flowers” smashing pumpkins - “zero” i don’t want billy corgan on summerland and i am sorry for that kicking giant - “&” kicking giant on summerland lmao shockabilly - “pile up all architecture” ween - “sorry charlie” sublime - “april 29, 1992 (miami)” heatmiser - “blackout” the clash - “pressure drop” hellbender - “pissant’s retrospective” the queers - “i won’t be” the vindictives - “circles” the beat farmers - “selfish heart” screaming trees - “end of the universe” 7 year bitch - “second hand” bourgeois filth - “above” nirvana - “scoff” the breeders - “cannonball” saturday looks good to me - “save my life” cara beth satalino - “good ones” communique - “dagger version” soul asylum - “sometime to return” sublime - “jailhouse” tullycraft - “twee” nuns - “wild” beyonce - “countdown” the replacements - “sixteen blue” living colour - “what’s your favorite color” britney - “why should i be sad” mdc - “church and state” alice in chains - “junkhead” rage against the machine - “mic check” everclear - “nervous and weird” soundgarden - “fresh tendrils” helmet - “army of me” the gits - “it all dies anyway” pansy division - “smells like queer spirit” mtx - “i’d do anything for you” 5 year sentence - “just a punk” pennywise - “nothing” mudhoney - “thirteenth floor opening” yesterday’s kids - “eighteen” mxpx - “punk rawk show” small brown bike - “zerosum” incubus - “trouble in 421″ hanson - “speechless” incubus - “circles” dead moon - “my time has come” (!!!!) first of all is this killdozer blink-182 - “here’s your letter” everclear - “electra made me blind” (nervous & weird take) saves the day - “through being cool” groovie ghoulies - “don’t go out into the rain (you’re gonna melt)” babes in toyland - “never” husker du - “target” guzzard - “biro” fairweather - “next day flight” mcr - “house of wolves” broadcast - “until then” liz phair - “never said” the dicks - “rich daddy” quasi - “the iron worm” mustard plug - “not again” janitor joe - “boyfriend” snapcase - “new academy” neil young - “someday” blindsided - “spaceman” placebo - “without you i’m nothing” the creeps - “lakeside cabin” solomon grundy - “time is not your own” the clash - “the card cheat” silversun pickups - “common reactor” lagwagon - “leave the light on” denali - “where i landed” system of a down - “highway song” sprinkler - “personality doll” the vindictives - “structure and function” unplugged” the queers - “ursula finally has tits” we’re entering no repeats territory  buffalo springfield - “expecting to fly” hit squad - “pictures of matchstick men” cows - “almost a god” hop along - “young and happy” pixies - “i’ve been tired” the fall - “spoilt victorian child” camper van chadbourne - “knock on the door” queens of the stone age - “tension head” choking victim - “war story” cool that we have gotten to drop by the greatest song ever recorded :) guttermount - “happy loving couples” audio karate - “nintendo 89″ tad - “pork chop” the kelley deal 6000 - “where did the home team go” colorfinger - “hateful” :} man or astroman - “evil plans of planet spectra” pere ubu - “arabian nights” accepting repeats for  new found glory - “my friends over you” cool moving on american steel - “optimist” tom petty & the heartbreakers - “even the losers” meat puppets - “another moon” black cat music - “wine in a box” wallside - “ready” crucifucks - “pig in a blanket” the bananas - “my charmed life”

KILLDOZER - “EARL SCHEIB,” UNCOMPROMISING WAR ON ART UNDER THE DICTATORSHIP OF THE PROLETARIAT, 1994. KILLDOZER ON SUMMERLAND

#music

[hiltalaine]

And communicated correctly.

Subliminal chains

#scp foundation #retro #pink #upside down #stranger things #strangerville #lore #collective #creepypasta #creep paste #u #4a4a4 #m30 #book 1985 #a brave new world #hello kitty is god of peace and life on the good side

[galaxy-parker]

Build Me Up, Buttercup

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Where Spider-Man crash lands on your fire escape and ruins your garden, so you force him to help you build a new one. 

Request: The reader is someone who isn’t too crazy about spider man. (It’s not like she hates him!! She just knows that he’s a little bit destructive) one day spider man accidentally swings into her porch destroying her prized flowers. She makes him promise that he’ll help her rebuild the garden!!

Warnings: There might be cussing but I don’t remember

Word Count: 1969

A/N: This was so much fun to write! Thank you to @minnie-marvel for the prompt (love youuu) 

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It was on a rainy night four years ago that you’d realized your fire escape was just really boring.

There wasn’t anything distinctly wrong about it, there just wasn’t anything distinctly right about it either and that bothered you, even if it was only just a little bit.

So, that day you’d decided that you would decorate the little balcony with various sorts of plants and flowers in various different colors and various different shapes and sizes, and it was magical.

Really, it was your favorite part of the tiny apartment you and your parents occupied. It filled the drab home with life and washed it with pigmentation- even if it was from behind a glass pane.

It was your happy place- that is, until the Queens renowned Spider-Man messed it all up.

~o0o~

‘So what do you think?’ Liz’s voice snaps you from your reverie and you look at her quizzically for a moment, before realizing she was trying to hold a conversation, one that you’d rudely zoned out of.

‘What?’

Liz rolls her eyes playfully and crosses her long arms across the lunch table. ‘Spider-Man?

‘Right,’ The words come out harsher than you intend and you quickly offer your friends a sheepish smile before shrugging somewhat nonchalantly. ‘I don’t know.’

‘You don’t know?’ Betty raises a perfectly tailored brow and all you can do is shrug again as your friends stare you down in interest.

‘I’m just not,’ You hesitate. ‘I’m not crazy about him.’

Betty hums and Liz- to her credit- tries not to look appalled ‘So, you hate Spider-Man?’

‘I don’t hate him,’ You hiss, shushing your friend before she draws unwanted attention before sighing deeply. ‘I’m just not very fond.’

‘He’s a hero,’ Liz challenges with a small shake of the head- more in disbelief than anything else. You can’t blame her, the girl is practically in love with the webslinger.

‘He’s a vigilante,’ You simply retort before the warning bell rings, signalling the nearing end of lunch. ‘See you in seventh.’ You’re answered with a few bye’s and see you later’s and one mumbled response from a still shocked Liz as you swing your way-too-old and way-too-crusty bag over your shoulder.

But you can’t bring yourself to feel even remotely bad as you push through the cafeteria doors and step into the hall. Your statement holds a true point. Spider-Man is a vigilante and he is working outside of the law. He’s reckless and careless and if you’re the only person who sees it, then so be it.

You reach your classroom just as the last bell rings and take your place towards the back of the class, immediately resting your head on your hand.

It’s safe to say you zone out the second your history teacher walks in the room.

~o0o~

You’re halfway home from school when the sound of sirens reach your ears. They’re faint at first, barely there, and you think nothing of it. Police sirens aren’t news in New York, but it’s only when you’re crossing the street five minutes later that your heart finally begins to pick up pace- when the sound of horns honking and tires screeching grows louder and louder until it’s unmistakable and undeniable and right in front of you.

What you can only assume to be a crazed to driver is barreling towards you, followed by at least five police cars and you barely have time to scream- barely have time to brace yourself before it’s too late and-

You’d imagined dying to be like falling or a white light or a painstaking nothingness- you didn’t imagine it to be like flying. Wind whipping in your hair, arms braced around the body of someone or something unknown.

A quiet gasps leaves your lips as the wind ripples through your clothes and- do dead people gasp? Do dead people wear clothes?

You wrench your eyes open and immediately regret it.

From the feeling of your stomach turning loops you can say with full conviction that you are indeed alive. Alive and flying high above Queens. A scream lodges in your throat and you choke on it, arms gripping whatever the hell they’re gripping tighter and tighter until you’re sure they’ll fall off.

‘I’ve got you,’ A voice yells, the words getting muffled in the wind for barely a moment before you’re landing with a thud.

You unwind your arms and stumble backwards but you’re caught again before you can hit the ground. You look up at Spider-Man (who might be a little too close for comfort) and laugh dryly.

‘What the hell,’

He releases you quickly, taking a step back to distance himself from you before whipping his head around to glance over his shoulder, the eyes of his mask whirring strangely as they grow and shrink.

‘I’ve got to go,’ He starts to jog backwards and you watch him, still gaping. ‘You good?’

Not waiting for your answer, he shoots a web from his wrist and lets it pull him away and, suddenly, he’s gone. He’s gone and he’s left you on the roof of a random building.

Spider-Man sucks.

~o0o~

By the time you’d made it home you were ready to gut Spider-Man and whoever else tried to tell you how amazing he is.

You had called Liz after you finally made it off the building and she’d rambled on and on about how lucky you were and how much she wished she could have been there and blah blah blah- and to make matters worse, on the long trek home you heard civilian after civilian do the same.

Thankfully, after half a week of torture Liz mercifully dropped the subject of your near death experience and you moved on. Or so you thought.

~o0o~

An orange-pink hue casts over the city- courtesy of the sunset- and causes the flowers on your fire escape to give off a luminescent glow.

You breathe deeply, relishing in the sweet evening air, the somehow peaceful sound of bustling New York streets and the feel of the breeze against your skin. It’s a perfect night.

And then it’s ruined.

Your first tell of something being horribly off is the sound of grunting. Not sexual grunting, rather a sound of pain. The second is the sound of something you can only describe as a thwack. It sounds wet and sticky and again not sexual, but it’s there and it’s alarming to say the least. The third is the sight of a blue and red blur crashing into your fire escape.

A scream leaves your mouth as the figure makes contact with the metal, sending your beloved plants flying and crashing down to the streets below and for a second, for half a second, you’re worried for them- that is, until you see the face (or rather mask) of the intruder.

‘You?’

‘Hey,’ Spider-Man grunts from his position below you, raising his head slightly and and wiggling his fingers at you in greeting before letting them both fall down again.

‘What the hell?’ You take in the damage, the ruined flowers, the broken bits of pottery and felt a renewed anger fill you. Honestly, it was like he was trying to get on your bad side.

‘You say that a lot,’ He scoots back, pulling himself upright and leaning against the back railing. The eyes in his mask narrow to what almost looks like a wince and you can’t help but note how he’s holding his side. He sees the incredulous look on his face and shakes his head, gripping the railing with the hand that’s not gripping his side and slowly- difficulty- pulling himself up. ‘Please don’t call the cops, I’m just looking for a first aid kit and I’ll be gone,’

That’s when you see the blood slowly seeping through his gloved fingers, nearly invisible against the red of his suit.

‘Oh my god,’ You whisper and suddenly all grudges are out the door as you scramble over the remains of your shrubs and race into your small apartment, praying for silence while you open up drawers and cabinets, hands grappling for the first aid kit your mother keeps somewhere.

After what feels like hours but what can only be minutes, your fingers wrap around the little tin box and you wrench it to your chest, practically vaulting over your couch and through your window to get to the wounded webslinger on your fire escape.

‘I thought you were bailing on me,’ He jokes as you kneel next to him, already clicking open the box.

‘Shut up,’ You mumble, rifling through the half empty contents until you find some antiseptic and a few Hello Kitty band aids.

You grab Spider-Man’s wrist, maybe a bit too harshly and he hisses, but lets you move it out of the way as you inspect the torn suit.

In reality you have no idea what you’re doing, but you’ve seen a few episodes of Grey’s Anatomy and that should be enough knowledge to care for an enhanced individual, right?

‘I need to see the wound,’ You push, glancing up at him and he nods solemnly before pressing the Spider- emblem in the middle of his suit. You try not to let your eyes widen too much as the once skin-tight suit slackens until it’s loose and ill fitting. He lets it slide down his shoulders and off of his chest until the cuts are visible.

‘God,’ You shake your head, wetting a few cotton balls with the antiseptic and pressing them against the wounds gently. Spider-Man hisses from underneath you and you wince, dabbing a few times for good measure before taking the little band aids you’d found and sticking them on his side.

‘Hello Kitty?’ His voice is gravelly, but filled with humor and you roll your eyes.

‘Deal with it.’ You pull his suit up over his shoulders and avert your eyes as he tightens it again.

Darkness has fallen over the city now, and you stare out over your broken paradise in silent heartbreak. Spider-Man must pick up on it because he takes your wrist gently. ‘Thank you,’

You nod, not yet looking at him.

‘And,’ He hesitates, squeezing your wrist. ‘I’m sorry for leaving you on that roof, and ruining your plants.’

‘Well you saved my life,’ You glance up at him now, feeling your face grow hot. He quickly releases you and clears his throat, looking over the fire escape. ‘But you have to do something for me,’

He whips his head back towards you, and you’re surprised at your own words, furrowing your brows and worrying your lip. ‘What is it?’

You fiddle with the hem of your shirt for a moment before bowing down and picking up the first-aid-kit. ‘Help me rebuild it,’

‘What?’

‘You destroyed my garden,’ You shrug, trying to find out yourself why you’re trying to make plans with Spider-Man when you don’t even like him. ‘Might as well help me fix it.’

A quiet chuckle. ‘I guess I owe you that much,’ He motions to his side, where the Hello Kitty band aids stick out between the rips in his suit.

‘You bet your ass you do,’

He laughs now, loud and joyful, throwing his head back. ‘I’ll see you around, Y/N.’

‘Mhm,’ Your grip tightens on the kit in your hands and rock back on your heels as he climbs over the fire escape and shoots out a web- much like he did that first time you met him. He glances over his shoulder at you one last time.

It’s only hours later when you’re curled up in bed, tired and overwhelmed that you realize you didn’t tell him your name.

And it’s only days later, on Monday, when you notice Peter Parker staring at you from across the hall.

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Hello dear Sheep! Since you want it so bad, here's your BATIM ask: Norman, Shawn and Susie and Reader taking care of a bunch of orphan puppies and/or kittens. This is super cute, you can't deny!

(Pls someone do the same, I need more BATIM asksthank you :’) )

Shawn Flynn: 

Shawn is a very nice man, he gets excited with little kids and animals of all kind, there is no kid that he can’t befriend. He can even befriend little demons, so 2 to 5-year-old kids are no problem to him. ;)

And count the fact he’s a toymaker, little kids and animals love some good old plushie! Boris can say it himself. Everyone can be old in age but be a child in heart! So, it’s very normal that he loves baby animals.

When you said to him that you didn’t want kids he was…kinda devastated. We wanted kids since he has known himself. He would have been an excellent father and he’s pretty sure you have been an excellent parent as well! But hey, he just has to wait right? Everyone wants kids someday. 

It’s the 20′s, give him a break.

When you saw him down for a whole week, (even if he said various times that he was okay) you decided to make his parenthood dream reality. But not kinda exactly the way he was thinking about…

When he came home one day and saw a kitten and a puppy on your lap sleeping…his hearted stopped from the happiness. 

If he was a cartoon, his eyes would have stars on them.

You had never seen him so happy before, he was like a little kid with a new Christmas gift right in front of him, the one they have been talking about since July when people don’t even think about Christmas. 

He’s not a dad of a little human, but of two beautiful little animals. He’s so happy that he has you as his lover. Just you to have that kind of idea when everything around you seems hopeless. 

You swear with all your heart, he would have been the perfect father. He takes them for walks, he builds them toys to play with, he pets and plays with them for hours when he can. Heck, you even think that he cares more about the babies being near him sleeping than you being near him sleeping. He spoils them more than he spoils you!

Alright, that is a lie, sometimes the truth, but he can’t help it! They are like little balls of fur.

The only thing he really lacks is punishments. They are so cute that he evens forgets that they can be really naughty sometimes. You lost count of how many times your pets had nibbled the furniture and he said absolute nothing instead of scolding them. You’ll have to talk to him about that and scold him yourself. 

He’s very happy about this new life. You had, maybe, sacrificed your own peace to make him happy and he doesn’t believe that anyone besides you would have ever done the same thing. He’s very glad about having you in his life.

Norman Polk:

Alright, I’m pretty sure some of you have those relatives or parents in your life that “hated” animals and “I swear to God that if you bring any disgusting creature to our home, you and it will have to find a new place to live!” but then when you brought a pet, after 2 months or less they treated it better than they treat you.

So, that’s Norman.

He already has lots of work, you know! It’s not just Mister out-of-his-mind Drew that makes him want to pull out his own hair out of his head. Mister Sammy Lawrence is super annoying as well and the projectionist’s life would be way easier if everyone started to use their own common sense and worked together as a family instead of talking about each other behind closed doors (and even you cause him some headaches sometimes). 

One day, while he was drinking his tea at home, you got inside with a little black puppy in your arms. You claimed that you found him in a box outside the supermarket and decided to adopt him to bring a little more of joy into your household! Your love seems always so tired, maybe you and your new little son can help!

…Oh man, why.

It’s not that Norman doesn’t like animals, it’s just that he’s not the young guy he was 20 years ago and his patience is below hell now that Joey decided that would be a good idea to have an angel diva living in the studio. Besides, pets are just another annoyance in everyone’s life. They make messes everywhere, they poop on the floor, they fight with other pets, they destroy your furniture, they need too much attention and time and the list goes on for our Mr.Polk. But it seems that he will have to accept his fate, is not like he can kick you out because of the dog. 

(Because he even tried to convince you to not adopt the puppy but you threaten to leave as well if the dog left and he doesn’t want to lose his precious yet stubborn light of his life. Sooo here we go Norman, you can’t run from this one.)

At least you could have chosen other color. Black remembers him of that stinky ink, ugh.

At first, Norman didn’t really care about the new being living in your house. He didn’t pay attention to them and rarely petted or played with them. The newspaper seemed more interesting anyway. The only thing that he didn’t miss was his food. He can not like the pet at all but he’s not letting anyone starve under his own roof. About the walks he just gave the excuse of his legs being tired from work but that’s bullshit.

After a while, things got better. He started to play more with him, take him for walks, even taught him some cool tricks! He even asks you every day if your pet needs something so he can go to the supermarket and take care of it. Seems that your grumpy boy has now changed his view about animals and sees life with more happy colors instead of black and white. 

You are relieved that you change your man at least a bit. Your relationship/life has never been so good and you both love that dog like he is your own children! The only thing that would improve this whole new fantasy is Norman getting a job on a better studio. Things are starting to get suspicious there…

Susie Campbell:

Oh Susie, Susie…Susie. This dreaming big diva is very possessive of you, completely unintentionally! It’s not like she wants to be jealous of everything! It’s just…gosh, if you had her life, you would understand her side. 

So, as she knows she’s wrong in that matter, (even if she hates to admit when she’s wrong) she decided to change this way of being and decided to adopt a kitten! Y’know, you both live together and that kitty will always be with you two no matter what! It’s not like she can be jealous of a kitten for being with you! It’s a kitten! A pet! It’s impossible that she gets jealous of such cute thing!

Oh man, how wrong she was. 

It all started well. She bought the things behind your back so it would be a surprise and you never knew something was going on until the day you saw a tiny white ball sleeping in your couch. 

Heh, at least the money Susie was gaining from her job in that “cursed studio” like you called it has proven to be useful. After all, that smile in your lips and your shining eyes seemed to support her decision.~

You didn’t even think Susie was being serious when she asked you your opinion of having a little pet! You thought that it was to, like, know you even better or something! You were not suspecting at all two big eyes looking at you with curiosity! 

Yes! You were happy, Susie was happy, she hoped your new little girl was happy and everything just had to be the way Susie wanted so soon enough she could prove to herself that she can be a better person!

But not everything in life is perfect and, soon enough, Susie got caught in her own web.

You tried to do your best to give equal affection to both of them and you kind did well your job. But Susie is your girlfriend, so she should be getting all the attention! SHE’S THE LITTLE AND ADORABLE ANGEL HERE GODAMMIT!

Susie knows she’s wrong, it’s a kitten. Kittens and animals, in general, need attention like anyone of us. And she’s adorable! Who wouldn’t be in love with those little paws? But it feels like you love more that ball of fur than her! She knows that is not true, even if it feels like it for our angel. Why is she getting jealous of a pet????

You notice that Susie is quite down and thinking all the time when you are around her with your little daughter. It confuses you, Susie normally isn’t like that. Is something wrong? And if it is, why hasn’t she told you? You are there for her and she knows, at least you mentioned it to her. 

One day, you kinda “trapped” her in your bed, you on one side and the white kitty on the other, and order her to tell you what’s going on. Not completely at ease about the matter, she ended up telling you everything, very nervous and afraid of what you might think of her after this. Gosh, only a psycho would be jealous of a fluffy little creature. You hate her now, don’t you?

No, you don’t. You are used with Campbell’s possessiveness so it doesn’t surprise you at all that she’s jealous of your kitten. With your help, she will overcome this negative feeling and you will be the perfect family that anyone could ask for to your little kitty cat.

One of your favorite activities is too lay down together while cuddling and playing with your daughter on top of your bed. Lazy afternoons with cats are the best!

- mod sheep

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[ifyougetkilled-walk-it-off]

Quiet Life Chapter 2

Pairing: Steve/Reader (Platonic, eventual Romantic) 

Word Count: 1,786 

Warnings: Hurt!Steve, mentions of blood and wounds

AN: Thanks to @until-theend-oftheline and @blacktithe7 for betaing for me

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Chinese takeout in hand, you walked down the street to Steve’s apartment. You knew how much food the restaurant gave you, and you knew you couldn’t eat it all by yourself. Naturally that didn’t stop you from making the same order every week.

“Steve, you home?” You knocked on his door and heard movement inside. There was roughly a 50/50 chance you actually knocked. Sometimes you used your key and let yourself in. There wasn’t a rhyme or reason to it. “Okay now I know you’re home.” You weren’t always sure if he was home or off on a mission, but 9 times out of 10 if he wasn’t on a mission, he was normally with you. Eventually, the deadbolt clicked, and the door cracked open. You could barely see him in the dark entrance, and just the side of his face peeked out of the door. It wasn’t like Steve at all to hide. It wasn’t even like him to properly answer the door. He normally yelled or texted you to let yourself in. Curiously, you tried to peek around the cracked door. He was being weird, and you didn’t like it.

“I’ve got food,” you said simply, holding up the take out bag. When he didn’t come out or open the door, anxiety started building. This wasn’t the Steve you knew well enough to barge in on. This Steve was guarded. Guarded was the last thing you wanted him to be with you. Then you really started looking at him. You couldn’t figure out why he was hiding from you other than some superhero thing that he didn’t want you to see. Your imagination ran wild. Maybe he was hiding an assassin or he could be bleeding out with all of his bones shattered. Slowly, you saw the bruises on his face along with the cuts.

“Oh my god, Steve!” You pulled at the door. He didn’t fight you as you opened the door and slipped in.

“I’m fine, it looks a lot worse than it is,” he tried to explain before you could get a good look at him. You reached to the wall and flipped on the light. He was still in his uniform, which you had never seen him in. Of course you had seen pictures, but he was always careful to change before you saw him. He always wanted to keep his lives separate. You had never met Captain America, only Steve. His shield was propped up against the wall with his helmet next to it. His hair stuck up in a million different ways with dried blood flecked through the blond. His lip was split and his forehead scraped up in at least three different places along with different bruises.

“I promise I’ll be fine,” he tried to brush off your concerns but you weren’t having it. You grabbed him by the elbow and dragged him to the bathroom, dropping the food on the kitchen counter on the way.

“Where’s your first aid kit?” you demanded as you set him down on the closed toilet. You gently held his chin still,trying to see what had happened to him. He was more amused than anything else. He indulged your need to protect him or at least try.

“I don’t have one. I’ll be back to normal in the morning. Super soldier remember?” He pulled away from your grasp, amusement dancing in his eyes despite his tire look. You started walking out of the bathroom.

“Fine, I’ll go get mine. Either way you’re getting patched up,” you called loudly as you marched out of the apartment with determination. Your apartment was just across the street and down a few houses. Close enough to be a nuisance, but far enough for running to be effective if you (or Steve) needed to escape from water balloons (that was mostly Steve doing the running). You came back five minutes later with your first aid kit in hand. He had changed from his uniform into a t-shirt and sweatpants.

“Couch,” you ordered, pulling him by the elbow. As he sat down, you pulled the coffee table close and situated yourself between his legs.

“Did you get into a fight with a chainsaw?” you asked, opening the little box on your lap. He smiled a bit as you sat down with a cloth and a bowl of warm water.

“If you sit still and be good I’ll find you a lollipop,” you told him, gently pressing the damp cloth to his forehead. Logically you knew you didn’t need to do this. You didn’t need to carefully clean or put medicine on his wounds or put bandaids on him. But you couldn’t ignore it. About halfway through your nursing job, you ran out of normal bandaids. He looked at you like you were crazy.

“Why do you even have those?” he asked in equal parts awe and confusion as you pulled out the Hello Kitty bandages. He leaned back just a bit trying to subtly avoid the onslaught of pink. You shrugged, not really thinking about the type of band aids.

“Remember when my niece was in town? She fell and scraped her knee so Caleb - you remember my brother-in-law Caleb? You made fun of his hair. Anyway, he went to the store and picked up band aids, which happen to be Hello Kitty. Band aids are expensive, and I’m not going to throw away perfectly good band aids,” you rambled as you plastered his face with the bandaids. With an eye roll, he let you continue sticking kittens on his cuts. Your hand lingered on his cheek, and he leaned into your touch.

“Hey, you’re okay,” you comforted quietly. You weren’t always 100% positive how to comfort him. You didn’t know how to help other than just being present for him. He’s eyes slowly closed as you sat with him. “Come here,” you muttered pulling him into a hug. He stiffened a bit as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders but slowly sunk into your hold. You could practically feel the weight you knew he was holding. You couldn’t carry it for him, but you could hold him up. Keep him steady.

You weren’t sure how long you sat together like that. Long enough for your legs to fall asleep and your shoulders to be sore from reaching up. You wouldn’t pull away. You’d let him fall asleep like this if he wanted, you’d stay like this forever if he needed it. Finally, Steve pulled away, the bruising on his face already clearing up along with some of the smaller cuts. You had never seen his healing powers in action. Curiously, you ran your thumb over where one of the bruises was fading right before your eyes. They called him a miracle of modern medicine. You called him your best friend with a tolerance for pain.

“Would you stop healing so fast? You’re wasting my bandaids,” you asked, and he broke into a smile. It was like the sun breaking out of the clouds after a storm.

“I tried to tell you. There’s a reason I don’t keep a kit,” he joked, and you rolled your eyes. He could go from beat half to hell to joking in the blink of an eye. You knew it was a coping mechanism and that he was still hurting. Not just the pains that come with bumps and bruises, but the hurt that cut to his heart.

Steve dozed off on the couch after you practically force fed him some food. He claimed he wasn’t hungry, but the three empty Chinese food containers said otherwise. The TV had turned from the movie Steve had picked to reruns of Law and Order. You weren’t interested, but Steve had fallen asleep on the remote. The sun had gone down hours ago, and you were ready to crawl into your own bed. It wasn’t easy, but you got out from under Steve’s legs. You draped the blanket across him. You almost woke him. But then again, he wouldn’t be sore for long if he fell asleep at weird angles where you could be sore from sleeping too hard.

The next morning you were over at Steve’s banging on his door again. You could’ve used the key you had, but you had done that once. Steve wasn’t prepared for you to come through the door. You nearly got your head punched off by a super soldier in a towel which was not an experience you were looking to repeat.

He answered the door still in the sweatpants and shirt he had on the night before. He still looked tired, but his face had healed up. He hadn’t taken a shower or anything yet. You could tell because his hair still had dried blood, and the band aids still dotted his face.

“Don’t you have work?” he asked letting you in.

“Don’t you have to shower?” you retorted playfully, and you resisted the urge to poke your tongue out at him. “But seriously, I’m on my way now. I just needed to check on you.” You knew your worry for him wasn’t entirely useful, but logic didn’t stop you from worrying. With a soft smile, Steve leaned against the hallway wall, his eyes dropping from yours. The way he looked at you made you wonder how long it had been since anyone had taken the time to care about Steve and not Cap. You loved his smiles, even the small ones. You wished he’d do it more often, but his life didn’t give him many reasons. You wanted to be the cause of his smiles, even if it was just over kitten bandaids and bad takeout.

“I’m fine, and you have websites to fix,” he assured you, and you responded with a groan, your head falling back against the door.

“Don’t even remind me. Do you know how long it took me to get the bugs out of the search function? Do you know how long it took Myles to break it again?” you ranted as you reached for the doorknob. “Sometimes I think I’d rather have your job and just get punched in the face,” you continued as you opened the door and started outside.

“Rest and feel better!” you finished still walking and talking, the door closing behind you.  

You were the embodiment of chaos, but a peace within chaos. When you were there, you were loud, but you brought calm. When you were there it was intense, and when you left there was a void. You shouldn’t make sense, but you did. The hows, the whys, they didn’t matter. All that mattered was what you did with it.

@until-theend-oftheline @blacktithe7 @kill-the-stereo @lavieenlex @justballoonfishthings

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[lexi-the-twilight-dragon]

Sup peeps! Been kinda absent for a while, so I'm just gonna go ahead and post a little drabble I wrote on my lunch break the other day

PLEASE LEAVE A MESSAGE

Of course. The first time since joining Freelancer he's had the time, the nerve, or even the means to call his family, and he gets the goddamn answering machine.

FANDOM: Red vs Blue. Some spoilers for S15 but not S16 bc I haven't watched it yet. RATING: Fluff. WORDS: 971 CHARACTERS: Washington, Tucker, Caboose (mention only), Simmons (mention only), Junior (mention only), OCs

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The phone receiver is still sitting in his hand. It has been for the last thirty minutes, but he still hasn't dialled.

After the Grif siblings had been reunited after half a decade apart, and Earth was confirmed to still be intact, the other Reds and Blues had gotten the idea of calling their own families. Some calls were heartwarming ("MICHAEL!!" The phone wasn't on speaker, but the woman's voice could be heard loud and clear by all in the room. "Hello Rebecca," said soldier replied, completely undaunted by her volume, "And helloes to Mary, Ruth, Magdalene, Esther, Rachel..."), some were a little awkward ("Dad, your grandson is a goddamn ambassador of peace, AND a kickass basketballer! What's not to love about that?") and some, well... (the cyborg didn't look up from his book, but his jaw hardened. "They don't want to talk to me, and I don't want to talk to them. But thank you for the offer.")

But now the phone sits in his hand, and somehow dialling seems more terrifying than anything he'd faced in the last few years.

Just do it. Get a spine and do it.

He's not sure about the spine part, but he does it anyway.

The dial-tone is nearly torture, as well as listening to his own breath on the line, alone like the breath in his helmet after everyone was gon-

"Hey, you've reached Kitty O'Leary. I'm a little busy right now-"

Of course. The first time since joining Freelancer he's had the time, the nerve, or even the means to call his family, and he gets the goddamn answering machine.

"But leave a message, and I'll get back to you when I can. Bye!"

The machine beeps, and he freezes. He's meant to say something here, but...

"H-Hey, Kitty. I-It's David here. You know, your brother. I know it's been a while since we last spoke... if you can call eight years 'a while'." He can't help but cough slightly, talking becoming a lot harder by the second, and not just from the throat injury.

"Just letting you know: yeah, I am alive, against all odds. Life has been... pretty hectic over the last few years." Well, that was a fucking understatement.

It takes him a second to realize: "Of course, you wouldn't know what I've been up to, since I haven't been called by my name in a while, even after Freelancer fell apart. Chorus? Reds and Blues? D'you get that news? Yeah, I was involved there. With the Reds and Blues. An odd selection of soldiers, but they're not so bad once you get to know them.

"So... this being the answering machine, I'm not going to get any immediate answers, but...how're things? You, Mom, Sharon, Daisy? I mean," he has to pause for a second before he continues, "I haven't seen any of you since high school, so... I dunno, am I an uncle yet? Or some other big family event I've completely missed?"

He pauses again. God this hurts. "Listen, Kitty... I'm sorry. I am so sorry I haven't been there, or called you, or written, or anything for so, so long. It has been a long, long fifteen years and I can't even begin to pretend I'm the same David O'Leary that enlisted at 18." Is he gonna cry? He feels like he's gonna cry. "But I'm here, I'm alive and, fuck, I miss you."

Yup, he's gonna cry. Fuck.

"Anyway, I think that's all I can say for the time being. Say hi to Mom and the others for me, 'kay? Bye Kit, love you."

He hits the button, but his cheeks are already wet.

~

"So how'd it go?"

Tucker, surprisingly, is in the kitchen waiting for him. He'd thought everyone had left for bed already.

He smiles lightly, and hopes it hides the tear marks. "Got the answering machine. Just my luck, huh?

Tucker gives him a sympathetic wince. "Ouch. Who'd you call?"

"My sister. First one I could find a number for."

"She single?"

"Tucker, no."

"At least tell me if she's hot."

"You are not flirting with my sister."

"Oh, c'mon! Why are all the sisters off limits?"

"First of all, she's way out of your league."

"Hey, my league's the sword wielders, if you get me. Bow chicka-"

"Tucker, stop."

~

It takes a mammoth amount of strength and all her sense of tidiness to not drop her bag the second she walks in the door, and at least make it as far as the kitchen counter. God it had been a long day.

Coffee is on in seconds, heels are off in only a few more, and almost as a side thought, the answering machine is deployed.

"YOU HAVE, 3, NEW MESSAGES. FIRST MESSAGE:

"Hi Kitty, it's Miranda. Just letting you know the boss has order a new report to be done by next Thursday. I know. I'll do my best to get my share done ASAP, you just focus on your weekend, hon. See you Monday. Bye." "

She groans loudly. Good god, more paperwork? Her head hurts just thinking about it. Is the coffee ready yet?

"SECOND MESSAGE:

"Hey Kitty Kat! It's Sharon! Just wanting to confirm you're still up for bridal shopping tomorrow. I mean, I am super excited and would love for you to come, but like, I won't drag you out of bed if you really need a sleep in. You know my number, just gimme a ring, yeah? 'Kay, bye." "

She doesn't really have the energy to snort, but as if she'd miss shopping with her bride-to-be sister. She's maid of honor, after all.

Coffee's done, so she gets up from the couch to pour it.

"THIRD MESSAGE:

".........H-Hey, Kitty. I-It's David here. You know, your brother." "

Coffee crashes to the floor.

~

A/N: IM SORRY I CANNOT WRITE INNUENDO BUT BOW CHICKA BOW WOW HAD TO BE IN THERE SOMEWHERE.

Of course 'Kitty' is a cat-guy Wash reference. Obviously.

HEADCANONS:

Wash is confirmed to have "several" sisters, which my brain translates to "three". I contemplated there being twins simply to reference that one line in S4 ("So I hear you got sisters. Bow chicka - who are twins! - bow wow!") but I couldn't make it work for me.

Kitty is the straight-laced eldest, followed by bubbly Sharon, David is only a little younger than Sharon, and Daisy is the wild child youngest. Kitty has a stressful office job she hates, and Sharon is about to get married (and Wash is totally gonna show up and surprise her).

As for O'Leary... a roundabout reference to Shannon McCormick. I don't know if he has any Irish in him, but I myself have McCormicks in my family tree, who were VERY Irish, so I went with the next Irish-y sounding name I thought of.

Because I'm self-indulgent like that.

OH! Almost forgot, Caboose has two biblical names (Michael Jesus) so so do all his sisters.

#Red vs Blue #RvB #drabble #Agent Washington #Wash's family #and other self-indulgent family headcanons #Lavernius Tucker #gonna tag him even though he wasn't in it much

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583.

5000 Question Survey Pt. 36

3401. How well can you read between the lines when others are talking? it depends how well i know the people talking. 3402. Would you ever speak in front of your peers about peace and social injustice? i’d have to learn a lot more than i already know about it to be confident enough to discuss it. 3403. Where does peace begin? in the masses. 3404. Does America practice the ideals it preaches? If yes when and where? If not, why not? let’s be real, not at all. 3405. In conversations do you assume that you know what will be said? If yes, isn't this a form of closing yourself off to new ideas? no.

3406. In what ways are you closed minded? i do tend to stereotype people in the way they look/dress when i see them for the first time but i’ll always treat everyone equally. 3407. do you prefer beans or rice? rice. 3408. who's a better tv dad?--dr. huxtable (bill cosby) or danny tanner? danny tanner. 3409. detroit or new york? new york, i’ve never been to detroit. 3410. What's your favourite Star Wars movie? none haha. 3411. What's your favourite Star Trek movie? none. 3412. How about Batman? idk. Indiana Jones? idk. Lord of the rings? never watched it. harry potter? i liked the second one. star wars? already asked. 3413. If you could ask one question and one question only to the following people, what would that question be: Saddam Hussain? George W Bush? John Lennon? an alien? how did you come to be and what is the history of your kind? God? Someone you knew who has died? Steven Speilberg? JD Salinger? 3414. Have you seen AI (artificial intelligence)? i have but i hardly remember the plot. If yes, what were the beings at the end of the movie? Do you see this as a possible future for humanity? What'd you think in general? 3415. If a-l-k-a-s-e-l-t-z-e-r spells 'relief' how do you spell: love? happiness? evil? sexyness? yummy? what? 3416. Have you ever been to a Braodway show? yes. What one? the lion king. 3417. Nighttime shows or matines (sp?)? night time. 3418. How are your family get-togethers, loud and rambunctios or quiet and formal? loud, very loud. 3419. Would you be able to survive shippwrecked alone on a desert island? i have no idea. i think i’d last a couple days. 3420. Speaking of islands, does Gilligan EVER get off his? no idea. 3421. What movie has the BEST soundtrack? aladdin. 3422. Do you ever go into chat rooms? If yes, what ones? years and years ago. do they even still exist? 3423. Is english your first language? yes. If not...How you say hello in your language: another word in your language + english translation: boob in your language: 3424. Make up a religion (make it up): no. what would it believe: 3425. Create your own country- Name of country: no. Ethnic background: Language (make it up): Other details: 3426. How would you celebrate these holidays? Dogs in Politics day: Magic circles day: Be bald and free day: National mole day: Syliva plath day: Increase your psychic powers day: Waiting for the barbarians day: Air day: omg no. 3427. -Why do you think Steve got kicked off Blue's Clues: maybe he just got over it? 3428. Hooked on heroin or hooked on phonics? lol wtf. 3429. -Have you ever taken an insanity quiz and said, "Hay, thats a good idea!" nope. 3430. - Have you ever covered yourself in blood and layed down on the side of the road to make it look like you were in an accident? You don't know what you're missing. nope. 3431. Can you flare your nostrils? yes. 3432. -do you want to swim in a vast lake of gatorade? or, any other beverage for that matter? hell no, i’d get sticky af after. 3433. -have you ever sneezed at the same time everyday, consecutively, for over 3 months? nope. 3434. -how did the first person discover that pigs feet would be so good that we call them a delicacy? no idea. i feel like in those days people would try everything they could to see if it were edible. 3435. -why did the first person to ever eat pigs feet eat them? to see if it was edible. 3436. -do you like the idea of 'like father, like son'? it’s not always true. 3437. Put the following musical acts in order from best to worst by numbering them..(1 for best, 2 for 2nd best, etc... 20 for worst). Avril: Ashanti: Joan Jett: David Bowie: the Bee Gees: The Doors: Tool: DMX: Iggy Pop: Creed: Weezer: Ministry: Thursday: Kittie: Adam Ant: Rancid: the Clash: Led Zeppelin: Moby: Tom Waites: not doing this, i haven’t listened to all these artists so it would be hard to judge. 3438. Would you rather be an evil dictator or a sitcom family member? sitcom family member. 3439. What is the wave of the future? technology. 3440. What's your favorite old movie (before 1990)? grease or sound of music. 3441. When someone tells you that their signifigant other lives REally Far Away..do you ever suspect that they are single and making someone up? no. 3442. Alaska or Hawaaii? hawaii. 3443. Why did Kentucky Fried Chicken change their name to KFC? easier to say. 3444. What is there no place to hide from? the truth. 3445. Which makes you happier, giving presents or getting them? giving. 3446. What can you never have just one of? undies. 3447. What comes to mind when you think of Hulk Hogan?/ the wrestler. 3448. What would you be the patron saint of? bath and body works hahaha. 3449. Do you still look at the world with wonder like you did when you were a kid? yes. 3450. For 5 seconds clear your mind. Good. Now write the first thing that you can think of!: the world lol. 3451. When was the last time you ate too much? on friday. omg. 3452. Describe the sexiest person you can imagine: no. 3453. What have you seen that's...bizzare? this drunk girl at a house party on the weekend, just casually chomping on a whole tomato. 3454. Are there any stores or brands or products that yoou boycott? What and why? no. 3455. Do you want things to REALLY get out of control? no. 3456. Are you too tense? sometimes. 3457. Where would you be without love and bubblegum? still here. 3458. Why aren't comic books popular anymore? i feel like they still are. 3459. Think of one friend (who?): my boyfriend. When is the last time you saw each other? yesterday. Do they smoke? yes. Do they believe in God? yes. When you first saw this friend what was your impression? ew. Their age? 26. The top five things you think they think about? me, family, friends, sports, work. 3460. Do you say what you mean? Do you mean what you say? yes. 3461. Could you eat meat if you had to hunt it yourself? if that was the only way i could survive, then yes. 3462. Order from greatest to least importance: spirituality, creativity, intellect, great body, open-mindedness, magicalness, great dancer, interesting dresser, wit and cleverness, niceness, stability no. 3463. Complete the sentence. When a problem comes along You must: try and solve it. 3464. Pick the two most important attributes for food-- fast, cheap, tastey, healthy cheap and tasty. 3465. What do you think is the best metaphor for romantic relationships? (e.g. a car wreck, a cruise): a rollercoaster. 3466. Kittens or no kittens, that is the question. no kittens. 3467. Is gaining 15 lbs in a night possible? i don’t think so? unless it was an operation of some sort. 3468. Do you get emotional watching movies? sometimes. 3469. What amkes you feel nostalgic? looking at old photos. 3470. Do you feel like you've been misplaced? no. 3471. Have you ever fought someone, just for fun? no. 3472. What gives you an adrenaline rush? traveling. 3473. What would you do if you loved someone more than anything else, and you could never have them? try my best to move on. 3474. Rank these events in order of best/most exciting to boring: drinking and dancing to your favorite music at a club: 6 taking a walk in the woods and a bath in a stream: 4 having great sex: 3 winning the lottery (one mil): 1 getting followed home by a stray animal: 9 meeting someone interesting to talk to: 7 seeing your favorite band in concert: 2 seeeing aa broadway show: 5 halloween: 8 3475. Can you keep a secret? yes. 3476. Where is the tenderness? in the heart. 3477. What's one song you REALLY like from the: 30's? 40's? 50's? 60's? 70's? 80's? 90's? 00's? lol idk. 3478. Would you rather have a video phone, an electric scooter, or a digital camera? digital camera. 3479. If a ban on all violent video games was put into effect, would you be outraged by this decision? somewhat. that’s probably more than half the video games out in the market. 3480. In your opinion, is violence in society inescapable? Why or why not? to a degree, yes. there will always be people who can’t control their anger. 3481. Have you ever mimicked a violent “action” from a video game you’ve played towards another person, whether it was to harm or just for play? no. 3482. Do you believe the violent content in video games influences aggressive and/or violent behavior in younger children? to some extent but it really depends on the individual. if they’ve been taught that violence is wrong at a young age they should be fine. there are millions of people, including children, that play violent video games. not everyone turns out violent because of it. 3483. What makes life a bitter sweet symphony? idk. 3484. Name four things that aare AWESOME: sleep, food, money, vacations. 3485. What's the most creative/funny answer you can come up with for this question: What are you doing? nothing lol. 3486. Can you imagine this world going on without you? yes. 3487. Are you the only person who really exists? no. 3488. Is everyone else a figment of your imagination? i hope not. that’d be lonely. 3489. Or are YOU a figment of my imagination? maybe. 3490. Can you prove you exist? How? my birth certificate. 3491. What do you HAve to get off your chest? nothing. 3492. If you cheated on someone would you confess to them? yes. 3493. Is it true that at least 5 people in this world love you so much they would die for you? Who? my immediate family and my boyfriend. 3494. Are you in therapy? nope. 3495. Do you go shopping on black friday? yes.  3496. What is the bane of your existance? rude people. 3497. Better movie: Weird Science or Caddy Shack? none. 3498. Who's the big winner? me. 3499. What are the 3 funniest: music videos? Movies? songs? idk. 3500. Guess what? no.

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