#i dont have time to develop bad driving habits????

[ahaura]

i need.to get ready 4 bed n shower but if i go to bed then wednesday is that much closer.and im a lil scared im going to fail for the 4th time.

#ahvañe #i KNOW like no matter what happens it's fine. if i fuck up i just. try again. but im SOOOOOOOOOO sick #of trying and practicing and cocentrating and worrying about letting my parents DOWN!!!!!!! #i WANT to pass. dear lord. but also. last time i was SO sure and i didnt... #so where is the balance where is the middle here idk. maybe the key is not to???? #i had weeks to prepare last time and now i have 1.5 days. so maybe this will be better bec #i dont have time to develop bad driving habits???? #i will be fine im just. procrastinating sleep aha. #also im a lil nervous about being in the car w a man ive never met but like. thats tertieary to everything else lmao.

[freddief4gb34r]

How would the Sawyers comfort someone who’s been in a really bad depressive episode?

ooooh fun one (good to read over when it hits me)

« how the sawyers would comfort someone in a depressive episode (platonic) »

all platonic, no pairings, hurt/comfort, lowercase intended

bubba

more likely to sort of understand? i mean, they don’t get it, but she’s definitely the most empathetic.

would offer to do your makeup or show you fun clothes and masks

however, if he’s working, you’re kinda shit out of luck for any comfort.

you’d have to wait until they were less busy for any sort of sympathy.

because she can’t really speak and also has a bit of a hard time understanding social cues (down syndrome hc goin crazyyy) it might be a while before she picks up on it

i mean eventually he will, and he’ll try to help in the best way they can

but they’d likely be more of a pillow kinda guy for comfort

definitely takes more consideration into how she communicates (if thats the issue)

if its a living person, depending on how close you are, he might kill them, but i doubt it since he lacks bloodlust

however, like i mentioned, they’re a very pillow-person, just there if you need to sit down, hug someone, get it off your chest, see how you feel

if you’re at a point where you’re not showering or taking care of yourself, they’d start leaving your stuff closer (toothbrush, hair brush, expired ibuprofen, etc.)

but otherwise a bit clueless

but would definitely take you to collect flowers and pet the chickens if you’re in need of extra seratonin

nubbins

he’d be the SLOWEST to notice

like im so serious about that

it takes this man a WEEK to realize

“OHHHHHHHHH” when he does

very upfront and straightforward about figuring out and what he thinks

starts out like an annoying little brother about it

“don’t kill yourself lol” type shit

he’d try to be sympathetic for a bit but honestly doesn’t know what to do

he’d just take funny or pretty photos and come offer them to you

“yo do you want these”

he thinks that if it makes him happy it’ll make you happy so expect at least one dead animal, an oddly stalker-esc photo of you, and a single bone

he shows care through gifts that he enjoys and assumes other people will enjoy

but he’d offer to let you walk down roads with him for the sunlight or collect roadkill with him (sucks if ur squeamish)

if you stopped taking care of yourself, he wouldn’t be able to tell

he would just think that you’re like him

which only upsets him a little, because even if his head is in the clouds mostly, he can tell that it’s not very good to have his hygiene/coping habits???

he couldn’t tell you why it’s bad but he knows it’s not good

chop top/bobby

notices a bit quicker than nubbins

not by much, but by enough

also an annoying little shit about it, but sort of knows when to stop

he himself struggles with issues like this

but for the love of all you hold dear do NOT LET HIM ADVISE YOU ON COPING MECHANISMS

this man copes with alcohol, cocaine, weed, and drunk driving

and only one of those are okay

he’d offer to go out drinking with you or drop some acid, please do not do that

it’d be fine to go drinking ONCE but try not to develop his habits

otherwise he’d play a bunch of music in your room and info-dump about bands until you inevitably tell him you need to sleep

but he’d take his music with him so unless you’re okay with that he’d sleep on the floor

starfish position and all

he’s not sure what else to do honestly

but he’s there if you need to talk

he will not respond though (this also applies to nubbins)

if you stopped taking care of yourself, he’d start leaving old (stolen) bleach by your bed because he thinks it smells good

in his brain, item smells good -> person will start smelling good

please don’t allow this, but thank him for the sentiment

drayton

fastest to notice

he himself has them, but powers through them (not healthy dont do this)

because he was suppressed throughout his entire life and his heart was squashed

however, it still beats

he’d try to ease up on the insults and how he tells you to get to work, tries to be less loud and aggressive

but he will not take chores away, sorry, shits gotta get done in this house

he’d feel a bit of pity, but he’d never voice it openly

he’d just look at you very sadly (sad cat moment)

if you stopped caring for yourself, the most he’d do is offer you some food and a hose

why a hose? shower

he kind of knows that it’s important to stay clean when someone’s like this (he does this)

also when he’s using the hose on you, the twins join to run around like it’s a sprinkler, sometimes bubba if they have time

but that’s also a kind of forceful “get in the fucking water” (sorry if u got rabies L)

he’d tell bobby to get you something

too chickenshit to do it himself

also definitely lets you rant about whatever’s bothering you or just how you’re feeling, but if you get redundant and/or repetitive he will go on his old man shit

“back in my day—“

try to leave when that starts

but he’s definitely the most understanding

and he can only offer one thing that might help quickly

a blanket and a hot meal

might say something about it being a hassle when he’s hosing you down though (it’s not he just likes to complain)

also might mumble that you’re slacking but thats on impulse, he knows you’re not trying to

can u tell who my favorite is yet/hj

my apologies if i didn’t cover something, feel free to let me know and i’ll try to adjust accordingly

#the texas chainsaw massacre #texas chainsaw #texas chainsaw 2 #the texas chainsaw massacre 2 #tcm #tcm 2 #tcm drayton #tcm nubbins #tcm choptop #tcm bubba #leatherface #the hitchhiker #chop top sawyer #choptop sawyer #nubbins sawyer #nubbins #drayton sawyer #bubba sawyer

[1moreoffkeyanthem]

I want to quit a03 and just delete all my current fanfictions, i haven’t updated any of them in months. I’m tired lol. The main reason why is I haven’t been getting a lot of interactions on my recent stuff and Ik that’s not the point of writing fanfics but idk it’s a nice from motivation. I’m an attention whore, sue me.

What i’m asking i guess is how do u stay motivated??? I have a lot of ideas for things but no drive to make them a reality.

(You probably can tell who i am from this lol but its kinda embarrassing so i wanted to keep it anon)

Oh dude I absolutely get it, for real. While we ultimately write for ourselves, a lack of engagement is REALLY discouraging! I’ve said before that I went through a REAL mental struggle writing The Webs In The Rafters specifically, and that still stands. I had a lot of super nice commenters, and that helped a lot, but it was so, so, sucky to see no engagement other than the same six people. As grateful as I was for them, I really wanted more interaction. I’d see the comment count go up, but no new kudos, and I’d feel like I was failing.

I almost dropped that fic. The only reason I didn’t was my dearest boxwinebaddie regularly doing cartwheels in the comments and messaging me about the story. Encouragement from an author you admire helps SO MUCH and I want to be that person to someone someday!!! The community of ao3 can be toxic, for sure, but it’s so kickass to see the same handful of people in someone’s comms every time you read something from a certain writer!

And man, I am absolutely an attention whore. I thrive on attention. I may be an agoraphobic asshole with no friends other than my partner irl and I may literally panic so bad that I faint when I get spoken to, but we are HUMAN!!! Validation is fucking NICE!!! Being a person sucks absolute ass and confirmation that we’re doing something right helps a lot!

The only advice I have on staying motivated: I’m just fuckin insane. And I’ve said before that the ONLY reason I started writing was bc I had an extremely specific set of tags I wanted to see. I wanted to see more style injury recovery and at the time, a lot of the style fics out there were literally just boring high school aus or Stan being suicidal and I was like helll no let’s switch it up! So I assumed my mission of renovating that ship tag. I wanted sot style h/c with an ungodly amount of comfort? I was gonna have to write it. And that expanded to all aus. I developed the OrangeJuiceVerse specifically with the message of healing as the central theme. And it means so much to me. What I’m getting at is that your work really does have to have something there that’s important to you. If it’s just all random drama with no reconciliation, it’ll be really draining on you and fall flat in your mentality surrounding it.

Another thing is: if you don’t feel like updating, DONT! It’s fanfiction. It’s something you’re putting on the Internet for free. If you aren’t 100% happy with a chapter, there is no obligation to post it! Also, if you aren’t feeling up to working on a wip, mentally or physically, you don’t have to! Come back to it when you are!

On obligation, something I struggle with is my own self imposed habit of daily updates on multichapters. I usually go really wild when I start a new au, and I’ll write for it every day. But for instance, right now, it’s been a couple since I’ve posted a new chap on In The Truly Gruesome. And I have felt some guilt about that, bc I’ve sort of garnered this reputation as someone who updates frequently on multichaps, but I haven’t been feeling so great, so writing isn’t my top priority. A couple lines here and there are what I can manage, and that’s okay! Again, it’s fanfiction. Ultimately, it matters to us as the author, the story can mean the world to us, but we shouldn’t feel obligated to update, because above all we are PEOPLE with LIVES!!!

It’s also important to remember not to treat ao3 as social media. Yes it’s kickass to form a community of like minded authors who all support each others stuff, but it isn’t something that should be expected. And I CANNOT stress enough how important it is not to feel obligated to work on something just bc someone wants you too. I’m a hypocrite, yeah, considering I had no intention of continuing my TFBW oneshot “We Did It We Are A Good Team” until I had someone commenting on my unrelated works asking for a second chapter. I don’t regret writing ch 2, btw, like im really happy with it, but I did cave under pressure to some degree. And that’s not something we should do when writing. Write for YOURSELF and (unless you’re doing an ask book or something) NO ONE ELSE!!!

That’s what I got my dude. If you feel strongly about what you’re writing, by all means write it. If you don’t, don’t feel obligated. I hope this helped!

#asks #south park #fanfiction #ao3 bs #ao3 shit #fic crap

[thisismeracing]

https://www.tumblr.com/thisismeracing/736462766873919488/bonoreader-head-canons-cont-for-real-this?source=share

bono!reader head-canons (pt. 3)

even though bon is not biologically related to anyone in the paddock other than her dad, a lot of them see her as their kid because she really is. i think it’s hard not to grow attached to someone who is there, at your place of work, day in day out starting when that person is 5 years old. it also helps that said 5 year old is a little sponge for the work you do and is genuinely interested in it and can get so wrapped up in it but also still needs help tying her shoe laces. there was just this want to help raise this kid into the best possible version of themselves and if it took a small army to do so then so be it

other than english bon speaks: spanish (from nando), german (from toto, niki, michael,seb, etc.), finnish (from mostly kimi but a bit from val as well), italian (from toto, niki, and michael), and french (from toto as well) girl is multilingual and sometimes when she was very small her head got confused with all the languages and would start speaking in a different language each time she responded to what you said to her. because she could comprehend what she was hearing, but the wires in her brain just got a little mixed up

i think there is exactly one photo of max, mick, and bon all as babies and they all dont remember it but all the people around them see it and go “oh yeah! you did all meet that one time at that one race”

bon used to do work in bed. laptop set on her thighs or on the mattress in front of her, calculator somewhere in between the sheets, and a countless amount of work papers and documents strewn about. it’s a bad habit she developed over the years and knows it's bad but has never gotten around to breaking. that is until mick is over one day and he goes to get into the opposite side of the bed than she has gotten into and when he lays down he is met with an odd feeling at his back and when he investigates it’s her calculator. and before he can ask why it’s in her bed at all his eyes fall on her work laptop that is sitting in the gap between her pillows. at this point he has put two and two together and asks if she works in her bed and she sheepishly goes “maybeeeeeee” and god that look on her face is so cute so he pulls her into his space after removing the work related items and says “you may be cute but we are talking about this later” and then they continue their cuddle sesh with sweet nothings and stolen kisses until they fall asleep

[including this lil hc that i sent to you on email] bon has a teal ti-84 for work purposes and it’s always on her person and it’s a running gag amongst fans to grab screenshots of when it makes an appearance on camera and post it to their fan pages dedicated to her calculator of all things

susie taught her how to do makeup

painted a lot of peoples nails when she was younger, didn’t matter who you were. if you were around this girl when she was painting her own nails then you would somehow be sat across from her after trying your best to get out of the situation. (imagine toto with teal glittery nail polish just imagine)

loves to drape her arms around mick from the back and to kiss his head while having him in her arms

buys platform shoes on accident all the time. she pays attention to the design more than anything so when she wears them out she’s closer to toto’s 6’5” than before and in comparison her boys (her dad and mick) are just standing there 🧍🧍in their not tall statures

more of a mick hc than a bon hc but, mick’s wec and f1 helmets after they get together include a little something incorporated into the design of the helmet that reminds him and symbolizes bon [feel free to share any ideas on what it could be with me cause i cant really think of anything rn]

prefers to be the one driving when going somewhere and this extends to when traveling somewhere, by car, with mick. like this boy has tried to drive for his girl but she just wont let him so he’s just accepted his passenger princess fate

[i would just like to let you know this breached the a second page on google docs and that is how i knew where to end it]

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I love the fact that she grew around everyone because thats exactly as the saying goes: it takes a village to raise a child. it took the biggest village ever (aka f1 crew) to raise bono baby.

the fan page to the calculator loool this is something that I can totally see happening

I think for the helmet he would totally include a small calculator or even a cute draw of a sticker (to remind of when she was a kid and used to put them on everyones car), or a secret reference when theyre not public yet, maybe a doodle of something because she would totally doodle random cute stuff on some of the papers sometimes when shes distracted, and maybe she doodled a heart or a small cat, so mick will have this cat on his helmet.

#bonnington!reader #☕️ anon #millies inbox #ms47 #thots #mick schumacher #lol the two pages doc we love it haha

[actualbird]

good morning mr. zak reptillianraven sir! as much as i loved the anniversary card, there are a few cards/events i feel should've happened first before tbh. luke's 2nd personal story and luke's 3rd bday card especially i felt was much needed character development for him to get over his fear of uncertainty, his self-sacrificing nature, and just for him to realize that he is in fact so deeply loved by the people in his life.

good afternoon mx. anonymous anon individual :DD

i totally agree about the 2nd anniversary card needing more development prior to its actual happening, though i personally dont as much agree with the other two you bring up (by 2nd personal story do you mean his blossom chapter (pre-relationship) or his sweet chapter (post-relationship)?).

i spoke at length about his 2nd anniversary card's flaws in this previous ask response, so you can check that out for that card! though for his 3rd bday card......

i get where youre coming from, but i feel as if the central conflict in his 3rd bday card isnt necessarily a fear of uncertainty, nor is it a skewed kind of self sacrifice that he didnt "deserve" to know his parents (even if bits of that were present in his childhood reasoning). it was more of what he says outright, "i feel like a bystander" and his difficulty in connecting with people who are no longer here. this isnt an insecurity, it's more him...fighting with the reality of things while missing his parents, which he admits to, but something (time, death, the sad reality that he cannot interact with them and cannot remember them) is in his way when he wants to feel a deeper connection to them.

like, worded a different way, i think the conflict in this card was him not reaching out for his parents' presence because he didnt know how to, because he knew he'd just face a block or a wall or some kind of distance that would stop him from true connection.

of course, his avoidance of the topic was because he didnt want to make mc sad, which is fear and self sacrifice, yes, but his honesty prevails and that makes sense at this point in their relationship. the main thing driving the story is really luke wanting to get to know who his parents were and what they wanted for him, which is why what mc does is so important: she finds a way for him to understand what hes been wanting to understand for so long.

in this card, him learning that hes loved doesnt come after him getting over a a fear or an insecurity, but it comes after him finally having an avenue to "listen" and almost "communicate" with his parents after their passing.

if that makes sense?? JVSKJDHFSDFDS apologies if it doesnt!!! though of course youre completely valid to have whatever opinions you have on the card, im just explaining my view!!

i do agree with you though that luke's issues run deep. but aside from my gripe with his 2nd anniversary card, im overall rather very satisfied with his character progression and change. it's been a long journey, and he still backslides into bad habits, but it's immensely evident that year 1 luke and year 3 luke are different people. hes getting better, and it shows

thank you for the ask <3 !!

#asks #anon #tot spoilers #sorry i just really loved his 3rd bday card kjHVJSHF

[dear-diary-mood-apathetic]

brb im fucking bawling

life story/rambling under cut

I've been doing a lot of thinking and reflecting lately. A lot of revisiting things Id have been much happier to leave in the past.

I always hated hearing how one day it would get better. Because I knew that it wouldnt be that easy. I knew I wouldnt just wake up one day and feel fine. And I think more than anything, I was scared that being okay meant losing the most integral part of my child/teen self: my rage.

I was an emotional kid growing up. I'd cry at everything and anything and all I ever wanted was for everyone to be happy. It was a burden I undertook personally at far too young of an age. Be it the eggshells I took my first steps on or the guilt I'd never let go of simply for the inconvenience of being born a baby. I saw things a child shouldnt have to see and handled emotions and situations far too grown up for a second grader. When I started to understand this, thats when I started to get angry.

I knew that the way I was treated wasnt okay, and by the time I would turn ten I'd gotten violent. I escaped into the comfort of horror media and would often find myself locked away in my dark bedroom on my phone for hours at a time scouring the corners of the internet for the next disturbing thing I could find. But I was just a kid. And that would send me down a multi-year psychotic episode that left me feeling isolated and terrified. And even more angry. I started getting into fights whenever the opportunity arose outside of the house. I wasnt even in middle school yet, but I was filled with blind, white hot rage already.

Once I made it to middle school though, some of the anger had festered into a chronic depression that felt like emotional rot. I developed a lot of awful habits and worsened a few Id picked up prior. I hurt a lot of people in my spiral downward and I still regret many of those things to this day. I was hurting and determined to make other people hurt too. But it only felt fair to me at the time; if I have to go home to my dads cruelty every single day, what did it matter who I hurt? They were supposed to feel bad for me.

It wouldn't be until about 2020 that things started to finally look up. I got my first job against my dads will, and this would be the decision that changed my entire life. I finally started to understand that I wasn't bound by my dads judgement. I met the people who would let me move into their apartment after a shitty roommate situation. And most importantly I met my boyfriend.

I went through a few relationships and there were a few roadblocks before it finally worked out for us to get together. Including my dads impulse choice to move himself, me, and my pregnant stepmother to South Carolina with no actual shelter built except a camper for them and a tent for me in July of '22. But after being friends for about a year and a half, we finally started dating in August. That November, he and one of our then mutual friends made an 8+ hour drive to pick me up on my eighteenth birthday. I turned 18 on November 6th and they started driving on the fifth. If it werent for them I'd still be stuck in South Carolina!

I really think I have my boyfriend to thank for who I am today. When we met I was sixteen and didnt plan on making it to eighteen. I dont think I wouldve without him. Hes been the most supportive and patient person as I've worked to heal a lot of wounds he didn't cause. Ive only been able to do the reflection and self help I needed because of him. I've been allowing myself to let go of the anger Ive defined myself with for so long and its scary. But I think Im going to like the gentler version of myself. The version he deserves.

Because for once in my life I feel like I'm safe. The eggshells are gone. A quiet house doesn't mean tension and a loud one no longer means violence. I can breathe and rest for the first time in a long time. I slept with an eye open for a while, but I think its finally safe to close them both.

#vent post #kind of #not in a bad way #boyfriend posting

[lizzieblabbers]

welcome to daily lizze

HAHAHAHA just kidding i dont think i can write here daily

god i just left this draft here for weeks im a bad blogger am i (it has been here since the twelfth are you kidding me)

i am very exhausted today (twentininth) hence the lack of words (but irl i just blabber because that’s how i am when i am tired) but im gonna write my march summary in two days so im pretty sure ill be back here because i hate breaking traditions (if lazyness will not go out of their way to hinder me from writing nonsense here)

anyway we went to the mall to buy some stuff and i sure as hell can confirm that i am only excited to use these things in uni and not for uni itself ^_^ i just can’t think of how my life’s gonna change after the 5-day holiday next week so i guess i have to start developing healthy habits because this girl right here is still definitely not ready for the second semester

i thunk that’s all for now im rewatching b99 one of my comfort series of all time and i want to thank my short-term memory because it feels like im watching it from the beginning again, only now with feelings and love for the characters

AND before i forget i started a mini project that i have yet to continue (because my brain suddenly lost the drive to write them) and i plan to continue updating it for the next few days i hope my brain cooperates

niway that’s all, everybody!!!

ciao ciao

#march 2023 #lizzie talks a lot #lizzie updates #lizzie is alive thank god

[whaleofatjme1920]

HEY B GIMMIE THAT SWEET SWEET RIVAL MATCHUP U ALREADY KNO

You already know who this is but ill still give u a hot rundown: My names Ally, im 20 years old 5’7’’ and a Leo/year of the dragon/INFP. She/They pronouns and im Pansexual but i dont think that matters much in this situation >:P. Appearance wise i have shoulder length curly red hair and green/grey eyes, suuuuper pale skin and freckles. Im def an ambivert, very protective of people who mean alot to me and kind of sharp tempered, especially when people start talking about shit they dont know anything about. Im also a pretty big perfectionist and people pleaser and will beat the FUCK outta myself if i feel like i let people down or made people upset when i could have helped it. But thats all about me, heres those wacky questions!

- Stated before, but im an August Leo! I would say my aura would probably be a pinkish/ purple color? For dislikes i def dont like bitter foods, being too hot, rumors, people talking behind my back, ppl who act like they know what theyre talking about, ppl cutting me off when i lose my train of thought, conservatives, not caring about climate change/the planet in general, tight or restrictive clothes, not having enough time in the day, capitalism, ect. Honestly the most off the wall thing for me that would make me throw hands on sight would probably be someone saying some shit about my close friends behind their back to me.

- Once when I was 14 me and about 10 other people squeezed into a mini van at about 3am and drove around the town, not a single one of us had a license or were over the age of 16, and we were all ridiculously drunk and high the entire time (except the driver. we were underage, not stupid). After driving halfway across the island we got pulled over by cop on the interstate, and he walked up to the car, looked at the driver, then into the passenger seat and saw literally 10 KIDS OBVIOUSLY DRINKING and the car absolutely reeked of bud, then looked back at the driver and simply told him “Your tail light is out. Get home safe” and drove away. Ive never seen god faster than that moment LMAO

- I could never willingly fight a raccoon, youre sick for suggesting that >:/ They are precious boys and ive saved too many from drowning in my pool for me to lay a finger on one. And as for dealbreakers? My biggest one in a relationship is cheating, but thats pretty basic LMAO. I would also say one that’s definitely second in rank would be expecting someone to stay the same through out the relationship and getting upset when the person changes. We are human beings and developing and growing, if you dont support me in that nothing is going to work. I explained a bunch of things i dislike in people above, but ill also add in here people who hurt animals in any way/ litter for no reason. If one of my friends throws a piece of trash out of my car im slammin on the brakes and youre getting out and picking it up. And god forBID you touch an animal around me il doing whatever you did to it to yourself no hesitation.

- I would hate being stuck in a room with anyone, i have decently bad claustrophobia and if we were in there for more than a day i would start bugging out LOL But probably the worst type of person would be someone who just doesn’t shut up and trys to act like they know everything. Those are like, the most insufferable people to me. ESPECIALLY if theyre wrong and refuse to admit it. Whenever i think of being locked in a room, somehow i always imagine like a dark navy blue room with one small window and completely empty floors and walls, everything made out of carpet. Dont ask me why, i have absolutely no clue.

my feed back is ily bitch gimmie a good one i wanna fight a bitch

Your enemy is… Eyeless Jack!

In general:

I told you this yesterday but I wasn’t expecting you to send this in and must've spent like 5 straight minutes wheezing reading this. My gut reaction was Jeff, but based on what you wrote about the room, I’m going to say your enemy is actually Eyeless Jack!

Things he doesn’t like about you and how he pisses you off:

EJ doesn’t like that you’re a Leo. I’m not elaborating on that. He’s such a cold, clinical, heartless bastard that everything you are just goes against whatever tf he actually believes and acts as. I feel like you being a perfectionist would just brush against his perfectionist tendencies and habits. He’d say everything you’re doing is wrong. Just a dick. EJ may or may not exploit your weaknesses but that’s just because he thinks it’s fun and doesn’t like you.

EJ is a god of knowing what he’s talking about and it leads to this cocky, know it all attitude. It’s gonna brush you the wrong way. He knows that and takes joy in it. He will always attempt to one up you in knowledge and grin when he sees you falter. On the other end, if you catch him off guard he’s gonna be SO MAD. He will purposely turn up the heat in your presence just to make you upset. He will breathe down your neck and get in your personal space just to make you more uncomfortable. EJ isn’t anywhere NEAR a conservative or a climate change denier but he will take those positions just to make you mad and laugh over your attempts at arguing with him. Like Jeff, he’s a huge devil’s advocate and will start shit just because he can. I don’t actually think he’d talk about your friends negatively in front of you though, but he would definitely say stuff about you to your face.

EJ thinks it’s stupid you drank underage and will poke that memory. He will use insults about alcohol and the brain despite drinking a ton himself. If you call him out on it, he will fold. Literally throw everything he says about you back at him and he will get puffy and fast. EJ can’t always handle change that well so like, he’s a stubborn guy. Despite how logical he can be and how smart he is, socially he is so uncouth!! EJ doesn’t litter so you don’t have to worry about that but he’s definitely gonna do things that push your buttons, mostly say things that put you off. He’s not claustrophobic. He will put you in situations like that just because he can. The dark navy blue of his mask is going to haunt you. EJ will act like a god in your presence and snarl when you dare question his abilities. CALL HIM OUT. HUMBLE HIM PLEASE.

He agrees on the raccoon thing ngl. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, but EJ has such a soft spot for animals - mostly birds - but he can’t fault you for the raccoon thing. He's also not too fond of litter so he has to agree with you on that one too.

Closing Thoughts/Other Things:

Knowing you for as long as I have, I was so, so ready to actually put you with Jeff. However, the more I read into this the more my intuition screeched that you would actually throw hands with EJ and I find that HILARIOUS. Just the arguments between you and this tall, muscular demon man is just - “what? What? WHAT” It’s beautiful. I’m serious, Merida vs. a literal demon. That’s all. Ily. <3

#eyeless jack #eyeless jack headcanon #creepypasta #creepypasta matchup #enemy matchups #rival matchups

[bakugoukatsuki-rising]

as a bkdk i have sort of mixed thoughts abt izuocha’s potential canonity

because on the one hand my brain wants to go the logical route with “well why would they even include all the romantic implications w them in the first place if they’re just gonna swerve and make something else canon”

but at the same time the romantic implications in question are fairly one sided? like yeah deku has gotten flustered around ochako but hes also gotten flustered around nejire not to mention ochako was literally the first girl he interacted with aside from his fucking mum??? im firmly of the belief that deku doesnt like her back, or at least doesn’t like her nearly as strongly, but at the same time why would they have ochako have a crush on him if they arent gonna do anything w that

it could possibly be that it was the only thing horikoshi thought to do with her, male writers do sometimes have an annoying habit of being unable to write female leads without them being completely head over heels with Some Guy so maybe he thought it was only natural that she likes him

im holding out hope that if there IS a confession scene, deku nicely rejects her for whatever reason (either because he just doesnt feel the same, he wants to focus on his hero career n feels like he doesnt have time for romance, or because he’s in love with someone else nudge nudge wink wink kacchan) and ochako can move on and we can put this incredibly boring ship to rest for good.

or horikoshi could go the safe (and pretty likely at this point) route of leaving everything completely ambiguous romance-wise with a few lightly implied ships. i wouldn’t complain with an ending like this but im also someone who likes a bit more closure and i think that with the izuocha storyline there has to be at least some sort of closure in terms of ochako’s feelings

overall i think i’d be a bit miffed if izuocha became canon. its already bad enough that they took what could have been (and sometimes still is) a great character with ochako and sort of just.. made liking deku into her entire personality. maybe im blowing it out of proportion a bit but thats how it feels to me. but to me personally, in my definitely not biased at all opinion, canon bakudeku would have so much more payoff considering how their relationship has developed. izuocha is cute, but bakudeku is just the best ship in mha if we’re talking depth.

also this is unrelated but if kacchan was a girl bkdk would be the guaranteed romantic endgame dont even @ me. even if everything was the same, even if ochako still liked deku, bkdk would be the endgame canon ship. i would bet my actual life on this

As I have not been able to get Blue Flag out of my head, I really hope he goes with the route of either 1. Deku rejects Ochako outright and there is more focus on the bkdk relationship, 2. They get together but separate later and it’s left open ended, 3. It’s left completely open ended from the beginning but we come to find out bkdk got together. 

Blue Flag just has me seeing so many possibilities for bkdk and UURRGHHH

THE FACT IT’S A SHOUNEN JUST DRIVES IT HOME FOR ME, HONESTLY. 

#bnha #mha #bkdk #anon #asks #basketball idiot

[athenastudie]

TED Talks for students

01/01/2021 

I thought of creating a masterpost for all of my favorites TEDTalks for students in search of inspiration and motivation. The description of the videos is in italics below the title of the videos. 

1. Never, ever give up - Diana Nyad

In the pitch-black night, stung by jellyfish, choking on salt water, singing to herself, hallucinating ... Diana Nyad just kept on swimming. And that's how she finally achieved her lifetime goal as an athlete: an extreme 100-mile swim from Cuba to Florida -- at age 64. Hear her story.

Diana, in a very lively way, tells a very inspirating story about never giving up, with a core message of to be is to do.

2. The art of focus  – a crucial ability - Christina Bengtsson

How do you bring out the best in yourself? According to Christina Bengtsson – Swedish world champion in precision shooting – the answer lies in the word “focus”. It is a phenomenon she has spent her whole career exploring and she warns us that part of the next generation may not possess this ability. Currently, our intense society keeps vying for our attention via media and technology and this is distracting us from breaking personal records. In this talk, Christina teaches us how to stay present and shares her captivating story of literally going from zero to hero by using the power of focus.

3. How to gain control of your free time - Laura Vanderkam

There are 168 hours in each week. How do we find time for what matters most? Time management expert Laura Vanderkam studies how busy people spend their lives, and she's discovered that many of us drastically overestimate our commitments each week, while underestimating the time we have to ourselves. She offers a few practical strategies to help find more time for what matters to us, so we can "build the lives we want in the time we've got."

4.  Grit: the power of passion and perseverance  - Angela Lee Duckworth

Leaving a high-flying job in consulting, Angela Lee Duckworth took a job teaching math to seventh graders in a New York public school. She quickly realized that IQ wasn't the only thing separating the successful students from those who struggled. Here, she explains her theory of "grit" as a predictor of success.

5.  Inside the mind of a master procrastinator  - Tim Urban

Tim Urban knows that procrastination doesn't make sense, but he's never been able to shake his habit of waiting until the last minute to get things done. In this hilarious and insightful talk, Urban takes us on a journey through YouTube binges, Wikipedia rabbit holes and bouts of staring out the window -- and encourages us to think harder about what we're really procrastinating on, before we run out of time.

6.  A simple way to break a bad habit  - Judson Brewer

Can we break bad habits by being more curious about them? Psychiatrist Judson Brewer studies the relationship between mindfulness and addiction — from smoking to overeating to all those other things we do even though we know they're bad for us. Learn more about the mechanism of habit development and discover a simple but profound tactic that might help you beat your next urge to smoke, snack or check a text while driving.

and last but not least, so you dont forget that living truly is above everything:

What makes a good life? Lessons from the longest study on happiness - Robert Waldinger

hope you enjoy these as much as i do. i learned a lot from them. 

#tags #studyblr #study #studies #student #study motivation #motivation #inspiration #studyspo #studying #ted talks #tedtalks #study tumblr #athenastudie #masterlist #masterpost

[zed-36]

@ 18: the questions weren't actually that strict! you could interpret them however you liked :) that said, im curious what you would add to the story? i love reading ur ideas and interpretations of the characters n stuff!

oh no prob, i did enjoy thinking of what i could change without adding anything new (i will talk too much if i dont contain myself) BUT since you have asked...

ill share these ideas as a general change to the series as a whole (WR and Acceleracers- also i will call Acceleracers AC for short if i need to).

There is a lot i feel needs to change- but two major points are lore (and direction of it in the story) and characters.

The lore of the series is all weird due to what changed between WR and AC, but its also too surface level. its for kids, its probably why its not so expansive. but it does leave a lot of confusion to me and while i would have to spend much more time to fully “rebuild” the world, i will give some ideas on what i would see changed.

One, at least making it make sense all the way through. i think Acceleracers had the best ideas but it shouldve been expanded on in WR- WR barely touched on actual Acceleron lore. Overall i would like to see the Accelerons 100% remade from the ground up. i LOVE aliens and alien society but i feel all we know of them is they race. and thats its. and sadly AC wasnt seen through to where we may have seen a bit more. but they need to be redone, with lore also point to exactly why the drones woke up when they did, what their drive is, etc. Why is Gelorum the way she is too, very important lor aside from characters. I wouldnt want the series to become a huge Lore Dump but there are moments where they intended to drop lore and they just. dont really do that, at least not well. Imagining the series with more extensive lore would obviously see it being longer than what it is, which i think makes sense. in the end if i was to properly write out all lore it would be a huge rebuild of 1) the Accelerons as an alien society, in depth 2) the full origins of the Drones/Gelorums (how they ended up where they did, what makes them how they are now and 3) a more cohesive plotting of events that would lead to lore revealed. also developing what “Scrim” and “clyp” were, along with the actual depth of Silencerz and how far back they go has been on my mind a lot. scrim and clyp just vanish from lore but in my headcanon backstory for Gelorum, i mention how those things existed too. if anyone has more specific questions on lore tho i can answer those individually! its just a lot to go over lol.

The characters though, oh god where do i start. not gonna touch on every individual (feel free to ask about someone and how i would rewrite them/change them), but theres a lot i would want to see different.

Theres some good ideas in the series that are just not explored much, or the actions dont feel like they have impacts. And many characters have literally zero backstory to go off of... Everyone needs at least some kinda origin in mind, doesnt have to be said but knowing where they come from is one key detail that i think is nice to drop some times. characters referncing locations, where they went, etc... its little but its good to have. In the WR comics, most of these characters do have origins! but theyre completely forgotten in the movies it seems. it would have been cool it WR tied together some of these ‘really good drivers’ and maybe they were in the same races together or something. there are 35 people and none of them seem to know each other at least not in detail- other than Vert and Alec who are clearly friends. Kurt Wylde was written to have done some “illegal” modifications in a race, what is someone there knew him? what if it brought up tension/suspicions? Things like that, its all part of where they come from and its a shame the movies just dont connect them very well.

I think theres some specific characters i will give examples to ‘rewrtiting’ and most of it is AC focused!

Kurt & Markie..... i love them, really do! but after WR i just did not like where they went. i get it, kinda ironic for Markie to become such an opposite. buuuut it was a bit much to me. first off, i would actually expand on the “crime” and that would 100% change the outcome of the two. the period between WR and AC shouldve gone different and in turn, i think wouldve changed up MM and Teku completely! i want to imagine Kurt is trying to get away from bad habits after WR but, perhaps has a really good deal with someone who had also gotten him into illegal car part business in the past. he is tempted and ropes Markie in with the idea they could do so more secretly but are caught, and while Markie is nervous and young he spills all the beans, but none of that evidence goes to Kurt and he stays silent, managing to get out of it. However instead of Kurt going to Teku and Markie going to MM.... Kurt tries to join Teku in the idea of joining a less rowdy gang, but Vert believes full Kurt let his brother take all the blame- so they dont allow him in. He goes for MM, which takes him easily but this team’s energy really doesnt help him. In turn, Markie leaves jail and Vert is swift to allow Markie into Teku because theyre friends! and it helps keep Markie in a better place, not wanting to get back into bad stuff. The important thing is tho, this switch up wouldnt result in super harcore, asshole Kurt. i feel like instead, he would be in an awkward place of wanting to improve himself but MM’s rebellious attitude coaxes him into worse attitudes. AND... very much an oppurtunity for Gelorum to manipulate him once more, as the accelechargers are much more important to acquire, with multiple, we’d loop back again. in the end though! i could imagine the story would still bring in the same scenario- Markie gets taken by drones, Kurt saves him, they rekindle and Kurt also comes to realize he shouldnt give in to the ways he used to practice.

i think for AC, in order to find more interest in the characters,  a switch up with the teams would be neat. Markie and Kur swapping was always on my mind, but i have thought about Teku!Taro. I think it would’ve been cool to throw in an background guy from WR into MM... like Harrison Lau. some more familiar faces would bring interesting dyanmics considering their backgrounds. and it think it wouldve fleshed out the teams a bit more in places they lacked.

Another thing i think is clear is there is lots of unexplored potential. Like dyanmics i express with Markie, characters like Lani, Karma, Tork, etc... oh there is so much i would add for them. Karma has a weird thing with being mentioned to look like Gelorum, and her prefectionism too but it was never touched on. What if it caused conflict? What if it made her question their morals? Or with Tork- i would honestly just rewrite how he tackles Tone’s death and the resolution, that whole thing in movie was weird and messy and made no sense to me imo. Lanu had something going for her but she felt so disconnected from the WR characters in AC, which is a shame! oh there are so many to go over lol. i hope to tackle some of these loose ends in the fics i have in mind but yeah... there is so much to say about changing these characters!!

#headcanon #theory #wr #acceleracers #hot wheels #tomiyeee

[yikesharringrove]

how do u feel abt doing smth like a modern au where billy is like , all this punk rock and teen angst and leather nd jean jackets kinda of thing and steve is the exact opposite of him with fluffy skirts and soft polos nd just really soft and they two have seen eachother but dont actually talk to one another until they have a school project and they just. fall in love overtime? basically , femme steve + punk rock billy falling in love.

(pt. 2) also!! happy 21st birthday 💓💕💗💖💕

The university had a strict core curriculum, meaning that Steve was ten minutes late for his Philosophy of the Modern Era class.

He couldn’t find the room, was wandering around in this basement with his schedule written on the back of his hand. He was peering at room numbers and muttering to himself 067 067 067.

“You looking for that philosophy class?” Steve turned around at the voice.

The guy was stomping down the hallway in big leather boots. His jeans were ripped and shredded, and he was wearing a black t-shirt with pink font reading Dog Park Dissidents. His denim jacket was covered in pins and patches and sharpie drawings. He had Silence = Death written on one of the pockets, Being nice IS punk rock was scrawled down one arm.

“Yeah, that modern era one?” The guy smiled and nodded, reaching forward to shake Steve’s hand. His eyes were a startling blue, lined with a thin smudge on black. His hair was wild and curly, shaved on each side into this beachy looking mohawk. He had his nose and his eyebrow pierced, along with several in his ears.

“Billy Hargrove.”

“Steve Harrington.” Steve could feel the tips of his ears go red as Billy looked him up and down. He was wearing something cute for the first day of class, a chunky white cardigan over a soft pink peasant dress. He had gotten up early to do his makeup well, and was late to class anyway because this stupid building was a fucking maze.

They set off down the hall together, looking at each door they passed by.

“Oh shit. Pretty Boy, I think I got it.” Steve flushed slightly at being called pretty, still not used to being able to dress like this in public. Billy wrenched open the door, and stomped in, not a care in the world for being twenty minutes late.

The professor raised his eyebrow.

“And what were you two doing out in the hall?”

“I’m sorry, we couldn’t find the room.” Steve’s cheeks were hot as he was standing at the front of the class.

“That’s okay. you have missed class introductions, to please say your names, pronouns and majors.”

“Billy Hargrove, he/him, double majoring in literature and social work.”

“Steve Harrington, he/they. I’m also a double major in education and early childhood development.” The professor made a note on his role sheet.

“Thank you, you may sit down.” Steve went for the back of the room, flopping into the first empty seat he could find, ducking his head as he quietly got his laptop out. Billy had stomped into the seat next to him, had gotten out a notebook and proceeded to doodle in it for the rest of class.

He sat next to Billy every Monday Wednesday and Friday from 9:20-10:35 and and outside of their ten minute search for the classroom, they had yet to say anything to one another.

It certainly didn’t help that Steve was harboring a little crush on the guy. He would watch him in class, the way he would doodle little sunflowers in the margins of his notes, smiling softly at them.

“So, for the rest of the semester you will be working in pairs. I want you to go through the readings we have completely and work together with the philosophers we have discussed to create your own system for the modern era. How do you believe society exists now?” Billy turned to Steve, grinning at him.

“You wanna be my partner?” Steve gave a sheepish smile, his heart racing.

“I, um. Yes. Yeah, I’ll be your partner.” Steve dug his phone out of the tight pocket of his skirt, trading with Billy. He put his number under Steve Harrington - Modern Era Philosphy.

“You wanna get coffee after class, start working through our beliefs?”

“Um, sure. I don’t have class until, like, 3:30 today.” Billy grinned again and fucking winked at Steve. He needed to calm the fuck down.

“So basically, a lot of my beliefs are based on the punk message.” Billy was sipping at his black coffee, had laughed and said should’ve fucking known when Steve ordered a large mocha with extra chocolate syrup, and whipped cream. “I’m a very live and let live person, but I believe everyone should live and let live. If someone is trying to dictate how others should exist, they’re fucking garbage.”

“Okay, I actually really agree with that.”

“That’s because you’re punk rock.” Steve laughed, but Billy’s eyes were serious. “No seriously, there’s nothing more punk rock than being unapologetically yourself.”

“When did you get into punk philosophy?”

“When I was in high school. My dad was a real prick, and I was angry, and a lot of punk is loud and pissed off and it helped, but then I started going to shows, and talking to people, and it’s not what you’d expect. Everyone at a show is like a weird family for a night. If someone comes in and tries to fuck with someone, the family deals. I can’t tell you how many fights I saw that broke out because someone was perving on a girl, and these other guys started protecting her. And that only grew as I started getting into queercore.”

Steve was listening to Billy, eyes wide as he described stories from shows, how he had jumped in on fights to defend the family, how he would walk girls home or to their cars parked a ways down the street, how he knew everyone would do the same for him.

“God, I wish I had a community like that. I didn’t really have anyone growing up. You know, token queer in a small town kinda vibe.” Billy smiled at him sympathetically.

“That why you came out to San Fransisco?”

“Oh yeah. Wanted to come somewhere where, this, didn’t matter.” He gestured to himself. “I just don’t get why it bothers people. I just do it because it makes me happy. I don’t know why it concerns anyone else.” Billy was nodding vigorously.

“Exactly. That’s the whole truth about being queer. People hate you for something that has nothing to do with them. It’s completely wack. Like if I’m with someone in whatever capacity, we’re both consenting adults. It literally doesn’t matter.”

“Do you think we could expand upon this enough for our project? Talk about how we feel the world should just stop caring about what other people do if it has nothing to do with them.” Billy grinned.

“I think we could make something happen.”

They began getting coffee after each class, taking through their project, finding resources to back up the ideas they had discussed. The more time they spent together, the more Steve liked Billy, liked how sweet he was, how positive. They talked about having terrible parents, how Billy’s dad had kicked him out at sixteen for being gay, how he had lived with friends, saving up to get himself through college. They talked about how Steve’s dad had found his stash of makeup and threw it all away, making sure it was ruined and broken. How disappointed his father was that he was studying to become a teacher.

There was one Friday they had met up and stayed all day in the coffee shop stayed until the 5 pm closing.

“You wanna come over? I have a single room. We can keep working.” Billy grinned at Steve like he always did, showing off all his white teeth. So they walked side by side to Steve’s room.

Steve kept his room neat, a habit left over from overbearing parents who would shame him into cleaning his room.

Steve’s room was exactly how Billy imagined.

He had soft white lights, a full length mirror on one wall. His bed was covered in pillows, duvets, and even a few stuffed animals. The wall above the bed was covered in pictures of Steve back home, several with a group of younger kids, and a lot with a blonde girl.

“This your girlfriend?” Steve snorted.

“No, that’s Robin. She and I are just really close friends.”

“What’s with the kids?” Steve blushed.

“I babysat all through high school, and those kids kinda adopted me as their pseudo parent. It was a lot of driving them all over town.”

“That’s cute. That why you wanna teach?”

“Yeah, I’m good with kids.” Steve had plopped himself on the made bed. He watched as Billy took off his heavy boots, placing them neatly by the door before stepping onto Steve’s plush grey rug. His socks were thick wool and had little cartoon dogs on them. Steve was in love.

Billy sat with Steve on the bed. He was taking a closer look at the photos.

“I could see that for you. You’re a caring type.” Steve looked down as his feet, could feel his face getting hot.

“Why did you pick social work?”

“When I was a kid, CPS would be called to our place like, once every few months. My dad was a real good schmoozer, so I would always just be left with him. I wanna be able to help kids get out of bad situations.”

“God, and you call me a caring type. You’re gonna save the world.” Billy laughed.

“The children are the future. I’ll save ‘em, you teach ‘em.” When Steve looked up, Billy was leaning closer into Steve’s space. He had a soft smile on his face. His eyes were bright and beautiful and so fucking blue. “Can I kiss you?”

“Can you, what?”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Why?” Billy still hadn’t leaned back.

“‘Cause I have a big dumb crush on you, and I think you have one on me.” Steve’s face was pink.

“I, uh, yeah. Go, go for it.” Billy laughed, taking Steve’s face in both hands. He leaned in, just gently pressing their lips together.

“So, was I right?”

“Yes. Very much so.” Billy laughed again, loud and sweet, pressing another kiss to Steve’s lips.

“You wanna go on a date? A real one? Not just us getting coffee and pretending we both weren’t totally into each other.” Steve snorted again.

“Yeah, I would really like that.”

#harringrove #yikes writes #harringrove ficlet #harringrove drabble #steve harrington #steve harrington x billy hargrove #billy hargrove x steve harrington #billy hargrove

[dearyams]

wanted to send you a prompt i was gonna do but i am too lazy prompt: mike and will have been dating but havent said i love you, mike is going on some trip for a week where cell phones dont work (obv future fic) and so Byeler is having a phone convo before mike arrives at his destination and they wont be able to talk to each other a week and will says tells mike he loves him but before mike can respond the phone disconnects as Mike arrives at the destinationn

[ crossposted on AO3 ]

“Finished packing yet?”

Mike turns from his suitcase and the clothes piles spread about the floor in his room and grins when he spots Will leaning on the doorframe a few feet away. He’s got two iced coffee cups in hand, indicative of finishing his part-time hours at the local coffee shop a few blocks north from the Byers residence. Mike wonders if Will biked his way over or took a lift with his brother to come visit before the Wheelers make their way on an impromptu trip to upstate New York at a cabin his dad had recently inherited.

The kneeling boy waves his hands at the disorderly state surrounding him and shrugs. “I’m trying and failing at packing the right clothes for this venture, I’ll say that.”

Will chuckles and walks fully into the room. He passes along Mike’s coffee, shoving around haphazardly folded pants to find a seat on the floor beside the other boy. Mike watches him grab a sweater and toss it aside. “It’s summer so you don’t need to pack heavy. Just grab some t-shirts and jeans; that should do. Shorts too if you’d like.”

“Sure,” sighs Mike before sipping from his cup. “I don’t want to make the visit miserable if I’m wearing the wrong clothes. Wrong for the weather and wrong for looking tolerable in the photos I know Mom is gonna force on me.”

Will laughs, a gentle breeze in the summer’s heat. “You’ll look good in whatever you put on.”

“As my boyfriend, you’re kind of obligated to say that.”

“Not really.” the brunette leans in to kiss Mike’s cheek. “I’ll let you know when you look bad if only for the sake of my own eyes.”

“And when you won’t be next to me, how will you judge my outfits properly?”

Will checks his watch and hums. “When’s your departure? If you have time, you can try out some of the outfits and I’ll let you know what works.”

Mike grins as he reaches over Will’s lap and snags a band t-shirt. “Sneaky aren’t you; tryna get me undressed.”

“I’ll cover my eyes.” Will places his unoccupied hand over his eyes but spreads his fingers between his middle and ring fingers to peek through the opening. Mike scoffs, tossing a stray pair of shorts at his face which makes the brunette laugh heartily. Mike already misses Will, the knowledge that they’ll be separated for a week squeezing his heart dry with romantic despair. He wishes Will could come with but the trip was pretty unplanned and though Mike's “job” as a blog writer and editor doesn’t require a remote location, Will’s job doesn’t allow the same ease when taking off work.

(Though Mike thinks he’ll probably still be working offline on an article if his mom doesn’t steal his laptop for “family bonding in the forest” time.)

Mike’s sudden fashion show lasts for about an hour and while Will does offer good input, most of that hour is spent playing around and Mike sneaking in as many kisses as they can get away with whenever Mike peels off a shirt and struggles to get his head through the tight collar of another. Afterwards, Will helps finish packing and when completed, they lounge about on Mike’s bed as Will discusses the customers he met earlier in the day.

Though he knows packing just mere hours before departure isn’t a habit he should develop, especially when the plans for his career require frequent traveling, he spent the night before editing a movie review scheduled for posting during the drive. Mike doesn’t regret his momentary time mismanagement if it means he spends more time with Will before the trip. The article can wait—he’s posting it early anyway—but time spent with his boyfriend is always coveted.

When Mike’s mom knocks on the door, Will pulls away from Mike’s chest where he rested his head as they page through Mike’s hard copy of The Golden Compass which he wanted to review in line with the show’s release. Shaking his head and straightening his hair as best as possible, Mike struts to his door and opens it with raised eyebrows. His mom looks up from checking her phone and offers Mike a tight smile before looking past him to wave at Will.

“I’m sorry to interrupt you two,” she starts warmly, “but Mike, we have to get going soon. The traffic through the city is getting dense thanks to an accident on the 70.”

“Got it,” replies Mike as he turns back to Will, who walks to his side with both their empty cups in hand. “I’ll see you in a few days, Byers.”

“‘Course.” Will grins and leans up to press a gentle kiss to Mike’s cheek. “Call me when you’re getting close to your destination.”

“Sure, worrywart,” he teases but turns his face to kiss Will’s lips one last time before he has to depart. He watches Will nod bashfully at his mom and give her a short goodbye before making his way downstairs. Mike doesn’t look away until he hears the front door closing and then he casts his gaze on his mom. “Are Dad, Nancy, and Holly waiting outside?”

“Yes,” she nods toward the front of the house. “We’ll all just waiting on you now.”

It doesn’t take long for Mike to join his family at the car, and as his dad pulls out the driveway, Mike turns in the direction of the Byers and smiles when he sees Will on his bike a little ways down the road watching. He sticks his hand out the window, his wave only growing more frantic when Will waves back. Holly giggles and Nancy makes a side comment about love sick teenagers as if she wasn’t one herself during her escapades with Steve, Jonathan, and now Robin. The first hour and a half fills with Holly saying “moo” every time they pass a cow on the way to the interstate and Mike feels like smashing his head against his window when they pass a farm and Holly moos until she nearly passes out. Pulling out his phone, Mike shoots Will a selfie of himself despondently looking out the window and groans when his cell service takes its sweet time sending the message along. Mike gets a reply a reply twenty minutes later: Will laughing at his misery with a short additional, “you’ll be there before you know it,” and a bunch of kiss emojis.

The next hour passes with Mike flipping through his ever growing Will gallery, a digital photo album filled with selfies and candid shots of Will, both solo and with Mike. He’s not one for being in photos himself but Will manages to drag him into a few selfies here and there. He doesn’t mind snapping a selfie either by himself or together—cheeks squished as they both attempt to fit in the frame as Mike holds the phone up and out—because Will always asks him to send the photo along and then makes it his lock screen until the next time he convinces Mike it’s photo time.

After settling on a candid shot Mike snapped when he and Will visited Lovers’ Lake and the sun framed Will like a bright halo of fire, Mike settles on playing a mobile game for about another two hours before staring out the window until the trees blend together and his eyes find themselves sliding shut. He wakes up a few times here and there when the family stops at gas stations and picks up snacks—he definitely remembers his mom arguing with his dad about stopping at a hotel which they ultimately don’t do—but he wakes up for the final time to his phone buzzing in his lap, startling him out of a dream he quickly forgets upon waking. Caller ID tags the number as Will and he immediately answers as he scrambles for his headphones in his pocket.

“Hey,” he begins, shoving the headphone plug into the slot at the bottom of the device, “Is everything okay back home?”

“Everything’s great,” Will’s voice crackles on the line and Mike peaks outside in the darkness to notice the forest surrounding him. They must be close to the cabin destination already. He didn’t think he had slept for that long. “Just checking in since it’s about time you’ve arrived if your dad didn’t take a rest.”

Mike laughs. “You’re cute, you know, checking up on me like this.” He hears Nancy snorting and reaches over Holly to pinch her bare arm. She glares at him and covers Holly’s eyes to flip him off. “Nancy says hello by the way.”

“Hello back to her.” Mike can hear Will’s grin and his heart clenches in sorrow at the current distance between them. “Are you doing okay there?”

“Yeah, peachy.” Mike yawns and covers his mouth. “Is it too cheesy to say I already miss you?”

“Maybe, but I miss you, too, so you don’t have to be embarrassed about it.”

A sleepy smile curls itself on Mike’s lips. “One week, Byers; one week and then I’m back.”

“Yeah, but don’t spend your time counting down the days, alright? I’ll do that for us both; you just have a great time at the cabin.”

Mike would kiss him if he could. “I’ll try my best but you know how my brain works.”

“Are you telling me it actually does work?”

“I’m breaking up with you.” Will laughs heartily. “Why are you laughing; I’m serious this time.”

“Sure, Wheeler.” Mike frowns as the last bit of his name gets caught in static. “Hey, I know this is probably something that should wait until you’re back but this separation made me realize I should tell you either way.”

“This sounds pretty important.”

“Yeah. I, uh, you probably already know this though but,” and Will takes a deep breath and releases it, though Mike hears it in short, split crackles. “Mike, I love you.”

The clarity in those four words stuns Mike into speechlessness and his mouth dries as his heart thumps speedily in his chest. Will is right, Mike already knows Will loves him, but this is the first time Will has ever said the fact out loud. I love you echoes in Mike’s head at the reverb levels of a rock guitarist. It takes far too long for his brain to come back online, but by the time it does, the car speeds past a brush of trees and the call suddenly drops. Mike looks down at his phone screen as the loud call dropped tone passes through his headphones. His home screen—a playfully disgruntled selfie as Will kisses his cheek—stares him back in the face as Will’s voice continues to bounce about in his head.

Mike, I love you.

Mike quickly calls back but his phone spits back the message that he has no service. “Nancy,” he hisses even though the entire car heard his part of his conversation with Will anyway, “do you have any service on your phone? I need to call Will back and my phone is being homophobic.”

Nancy raises her eyebrows but checks phone and shakes her head. “Looks like you’re straight out of luck.”

“Ha; you’re quite the comedian, aren’t you.” Mike reaches forward to tap his mom’s arm. “Mom, can I borrow your phone to finish a call?”

“Sorry, sweetie, I’ve lost service, too. I don’t think any of us can use internet on our phones.”

“Does the cabin at least have wifi?”

“Nope,” snorts Mike’s dad as he drives the car down a dirt road further into the forest. “You kids these days need to learn what life is like without cell phones anyway.”

Mike rolls his eyes and mumbles under his breath, “Okay, boomer.”

“What was that, young man?”

“Okay, bummer.” Nancy bites on her bottom lip and Mike sends her a grin before settling in his seat.

Their mom reaches a hand back to rest on Mike’s knee. “It’s only 7 days, Michael. I’m sure both you and Will can last that long without contact.”

He told me he loves me, Mom, he wants to explain but Will’s words are too fresh and far too private to blurt out in front of the whole family. He crosses his arms silently and turns to stare out the window, hoping that Will can wait out these next few days and hoping he doesn’t think Mike hung up on him after such an important conversation. I love you, too, he thinks to himself, smiling as he presses his hand against the chilly window and imagines Will on the other side as if the car window is the window in Will’s room and Will’s inside watching Mike with that ever so lovestruck grin filled with appreciation that Mike came over despite the cold night to comfort Will from the nightmares that occasionally plague him to this day.

I love you, Will, he repeats inwardly, wait for me.

#byler #byeler #mike wheeler #will byers #fluff #drabble #request finished #sidenote: i call the book 'the golden compass' because that's the title in the states! #on ao3

[afterthelastreset]

Rules Of One’s Soul Ch 11 A Little Offer

(Mak belongs to @wasted-church )

Such a waste of time. Alnost four hours of walking and talking to that hammerheaded bafoon down the drain. If he would've known it would have ended up in failure then he wouldnt have gone in the first place!...But then again, he DID need an excuse to walk off all those candy calories he forced down into himself, he wouldnt become fat if he couldn't help it. The talk with Malius wasn't exactly splendid either. He insisted on being paid first so he wasn't 'scammed' out of a job and 'actually got paid for his hard work' and a whole other slew of nonsense. Of course he had TRIED to explain that he couldn't pay anything right now because he didn't HAVE anything to pay with right now, but of course the foolish worm paid no attention to his noble status or the fact he could just easily pay him later. Making the whole trip absolutely worthless.

The only good thing about this was that it gave him time to go get more supplies and food. Dark candy and worms. How appetizing. But one thing was for sure, Rouxls Kaard was not one to ask for help when he could easily handle by himself, he didn't need anyones help. So of course it wasn't out of question to see the duke out of formal attire, on hands and knees, digging in the pitch black ground with a small shovel and a couple of glass jars. He didn't really care though. He really didn't have anything else to do right now unless he wanted to go climbing dark candy trees and get more of those too sweet things, which he had to do anyways to restock his shoppe and get more for himself to eat after eating all the ones Seam brought to him earlier. His stomach grumbled just thinking about it, and he still had a week of just living like a hermit.

"Where art thou stupid insects!," he mumbled to himself as he shoveled clump of dirt after dirt to the side. Why couldn't the stupid worms just come out already!? It rained just two days ago, shouldn't they be near the surface by now?! "Dont telleth me thine food supply tis goneth?!" He jabbed the shovel in deeper. "I REFUSETH! NAY WORMS SHANT DEFEAT ROUXLS KAARD?!"

In any other case or if he desperately wasn't afraid of getting a good(ish) food supply before he was forced to just eat candy for a week straight, he would've been chuckling at the thought of him ever doing this, but here he was. Digging in the dirt like a starved rabbick looking for carrots. Hopefully he didn't have any wondering eyes, but at this point he wouldn't have probably cared. His natural survival instinct kicking in and taking over-

"GOD D*MMIT!!" Blue hands shoved themselves into the black earth and started tossing around dirt. The yell was loud enough to catch anyones attention in a couple yard radiace, but luckily noone heard it-......Well almost noone.

To be honest, the scene was more concerning than funny. He certainly wasn't expecting to walk in on the scene of a frantic duke digging like a rabbick tossing dirt around and cussing like a royal guard on a hangover. The duke was more upset then he thought-

"He's gone mad.....Can I have his shiny stuff if his hair falls out?"

He ignored the child and mumbled a "Stay here" before catiously stepping towards the manic worm flailing around like a dying fish. Good lightners. It wasn't a long drive to have the poor guy acting like a desperate animal-....Similar to how Jevil first reacted too being.locked up...He instantly shook those thoughts from his mind. Now wasn't really the appropriate time for a trip down memory lane, especially about something that happened so long ago. He was just one or two yards from the duke who didn't seem to have noticed him at all at the moment. Some dirt bounced near his feet to which he rose a brow at. After a moment he looked back to the worm and cleared his throat-

It was like a cobra swung it's head with how fast the duke's reflexes were. Face dark blue in frustrated annoyance.

"WHAT?!"

Both froze in that moment. Both clearly not expecting the other to react they way the other did. The sudden outburst made the patched cat flinch hard and sorta just stare down at worm, button eye spinning. Rouxls however seemed to register the moment faster, old habit he developed from serving the spade king. One had to develop a fast sense of your surroundings if you didnt want to risk the king's wrath...And blinked.

"Oh.....Tis thou." His body slowly relaxed from the tense pose on his knees and eyeing the cat. ".....What doth thou want?"

Seam blinked and cleared his throat. His fur was bristled and fluffed up from the sudden outburst. "Oh...Well you seemed like you were a little stressed there-" His gaze shifted momentarily to the holes and clumps of dirt, and Rouxls's obviously dirty hands." -...and I thought you could use a cup of tea?"

"..N-No. Thank you. As y-you can clearly seeth-" He turned back around to the holes. "-I amst c-clearly busy w-with restocking mine shelves!"

"And how exactly is digging restocking? Are you selling dirt?"

"WORM! I amst gathering food to prepare mineself for living like a common criminal!" He reached back for the shovel.

" You eat dirt?"

"NAY! Likest I wouldst do anything like that?! Mine standards wouldst never sinkest so loweth!"

" Then what are you trying too-..." He trailed off when the duke groaned and pointed to a few jars next to himself. Inside one of them was a couple small pink things, they wriggled around the glass container. It didn't take too long for the old cat to figure out what exactly what he was looking at. ".....You've been eating worms?"

"Nay. I willeth eat them....sparingly. I needst enough for mineself to last for a few days.,

The thought of those wriggling things coming anywhere near his mouth made Seam gag before asking, "Are you really going to eat nothing but insects?"

"No. That tis ludacris!" The digging slowed down. "There's plenty of that disgustedly sweeteth ..c-candy growing on thine trees. I needs to restock anyways."

"What happened to the whole bag I brought?...Hehe. Don't tell me someone already bought it all."

"What doth thou thinkest I have been consuming for nutrition?"

The old plush paused for a monent, eye spinning. "Are you telling me that you plan on eating nothing but candy and....worms from now on?"

"Blame that floating bafoon for getting mineself sent away from thine castle!"

Seam held up his paws in defense. "Hey now. He was only trying to help."

Rouxls muttered something under his breath but didn't look up at Seam and just continued digging. Seam on the other hand reached up to scratch at the fluffy main of fur around his neck. This wasn't exactly what he was expecting when he first came to speak to the stressed out noble, but he guess he would've acted like this too if he was in the duke's place....Or not. Who knows?

"What art thou doing here anyways?"

The sudden question made him flinch but the worm still didnt look up from his digging."Uh...Well quite simply I came to offer my assistance on the matter. Haha." This time the worm fully turned to the taller cat in question. Making him chuckle at the confused dirt smudged face. "But maybe I came at a bad time. Perhaps I should wait until you're finished?"

"..N-Nay! Rouxls kaard-" he held a hand to his chest "-hast no needst for help! I amst perfectly capable of surviving on mine own! I nay need help from an old commoner!"

"Even if I'm offering to give you a few dark dollars and decent food?"

This caught the worms attention as he instantly snapped out of the annoyed tone and eyed the cat in front of him. Seam gave a patient smile back to the worm on the ground who still hadn't made a move and instead opted to eye the plush with a raised brow. Like how a parent would a child when they knew they were lying. Rouxls pursed his mouth to a thin line and debated the cat's words internally for a moment. Finally settling on-

"Art thou serious? Food and money?"

He shrugged. "Well better food than worms and candy. Haha. But the not without something in return of course."

Rouxls scoffed. " I shouldst' ve knowneth."

Seam gestured a paw to the Hip Shoppe. "Why don't we go inside and discuss it then? You look like you could use a break."

Rouxls contined to look up at the other darkner for a few seconds, frozen in thought, before he slowly kneeled over. For a moment Seam thought he was going to start digging again but instead slowly rose to his feet. Seam could now clearly see the rolled up pants legs and dirt covered blue skin of the worms legs, instantly he got a flash back to how he looked scrubbing the floor. He honestly looked the same way except all the dirt, and something about seeing the normally the orderly and neat freak Rouxls willingly getting dirty and acting like a 'commoner" made him chuckle again. A clicking of glass sounded as the duke gathered the jars in his arms and turning to start towards the shop,Guess he agreed to talking, with Seam silently following. It was only a matter of time before a smaller pair of footsteps came patting along behind them and the small bat hopped up to his side in a moment.

"Wipe thou's feet before comming in," he muttered. It took a few seconds of him shuffling the jars into one arm while reaching to open the door. Once inside, the two plushes went towards the count- "DON'T touch anything."

"Wouldn't dream of it."

The worm gave him but mostly the small bat a look like he didn't beleive them before rolling his eyes and disappearing into the back room. Seam chuckled as he went and turned his attention to the child who was staring into the clear glass display kit. Their face practically pressed against the clean glass as their eyes widened at the contents inside.

"Hehe. Now what might you be looking at?"

"There's shiny things in there! I want the big one!"

Curious he leaned over them to peer inside the case connected to the counter. And quickly saw what they were looking at. "Oh. Gems." A full display of gem stones adorned the inside of the case. Funny he didn't see them here the last time he visited. Rudinns would go gaga for these things. Something about impressing other female Rudinns depending on how much treasure they had. Good for selling and looking pretty but otherwise useless to the common Darkn- "Hey! You're not aloud up there."

He easily reached a paw other and grabbed the bat from off the top of the counter. "But I want the shiny! The big one!" They continued to paw at the counter as Seam set them down.

"We have to pay for those things-"

"Payest for what?"

The duke had returned. Cleaned up and wearing another suit again. How many of those did he have? He eyed the two before fixing his sights onto where Mak was staring.

"Those art for sale only. If thou wants one then thou willst have to pay for it likest everyone else."

Mak gave off a growl and reached back out for the counter- seam pulled them back again and sighed. "Can we please talk about why Im here?"

"Yes. Please do." the duke had taken his place behind the register and leaned back. "What brings the commoner to mine Shoppe? Art thou one of mine admires wo-" He stopped himself from saying that one common line which made Seam chuckle again and his face went a dark blue.

"I guess that's one way of putting it, but I think Ill save that for a later time. I actually came here to offer to pay you, in return for your services of course."

Rouxls scoffed. "And what part of mine services art thou refering to? ...This won't allow me to-" He shivered. "Be around that flying lunatic?"

"Jevil? Oh no. Just some cleaning."

"Cleaning?"

Seam nodded before explaining. "Why not? You need money don't you? And it seems like a fair trade to have my sheap spruced up."

The worm just stared dumbfounded at the cat......before a snicker came out of his mouth. Before another. And another. And another. Until the worm was lightly laughing at the utterly ridiculous request offered. HIM?! Clean up after an old grown darker that was more than capable of taking care of himself?! Absolutely ludacris!

"T-Thou actually expects mineself t-to cater to thine poor home like a common maid?! Hahaha. Thou's brain tis full of silly cotten if tbou thinkest I wouldst do anything like THAT!"

The cat to his credit didnt drop the patient smile and instead retorted with. "Well you are living like us common folk aren't you?" The worm stopped his chuckling tangent to stare at him. "And digging in the dirt and plucking what candy he can get from the trees for survival. Now aren't you?"

The duke sputtered angrily before slamming a hand down on the counter while pointing the other straight at him. "Now seest here you walking...c-child"s plaything! Rouxls Kaard tis not one to bend to thou's whim just because of mine bad luck! What I do tis nay any business of yours! I shant hereth any more nonsense of soulmates o-or ridiculous offers! And as soon as that Jevil gets thinself back Ill telleth thee what exactly I thinkest of this whole situation! If anything had happened to mine boy whilst I amst away I shall seest to it he gets turned into a jack in thine box!"

Seam hadn't even batted an eye at the rant, as if he had been expecting the entire thing from the start. "Well if I remember right, you're living just like the rest of us. Doesn't matter if you're rich or not Duke. You're still just as helpless as the rest of us-"

SLAM!

"GET OUT!" The worm angrily point a hand behind Seam towards the door in the front. But not before slamming his hands onto the counter. His soul throbbed with anger at the moment and Seam could clearly sense it by the way his eye tilted down towards his chest. Where one's presumed soul would be. "GETTEST THINESELF OUT AND DON'T EVER STEP FOOT NEAR MINESELF AGAIN!!"

Ever smiling, Seam didn't hesitate to obey the angry worn as he headed back towards the door. The little bat stumbling to follow along. The jingling of the bell came as the door opened and the cat stepped out. But not before saying-

"Ill see you tomorrow friend. Hopefully we can arrange a better meet up."

#seavil #seam x jevil #jevil x seam #jevil x rouxls #Seaxls #jeam #nosuit #rouxlvil #rouxvil #seam x rouxls #rouxls x seam #deltarune

[hqkennedy-blog]

*  breathes  ..  i  wish  me  and  introductions  could  be  the  best  of  friends  but  ,  it  seems  like  they  hate  my  guts  and  in  return  i  hate  theirs  asdfj  .  hi  hello  you  pretty  people  ,  im  gi  and  well  ??  i’ve  had  my  eye  on  this  group  for  a  minute  ..  so  my  excitement  level  ?  through  the  roof  .   kennedy  is  a  revamped  ?   ish  ??  muse  who  i  cannot  wait  to  dig  deeper  into  and  develop  .  on  that  note  ?  if  you  want  to  know  a  little  more  about  her  ,  just  keep  on  swimming  ,,,  i  mean  reading  .  and  afterwards  i  demand  you  love  her  and  plot  with  me  ( pretty  please  )  

ʻ   /   let  me  introduce  you  to  a  prized  member  of  our   co-ed  dance  team   ,   kennedy   leavitt .  this   cis  female  scorpio   has  been  a  student  at  our  institution for   six  years  and  is  currently  a  twenty  year  old   sophomore .   through  the  halls ,   she  has  always  reminded  me  of   madison  beer   ,   but  there  is  always  more  than  meets  the  eye ,   like  the  fact  that  she  covered  for  her  best  friend  by  announcing  to  the  cops  that  the  drugs  they  found  in  their  car  did  not  belong  to  them  but  to  her  instead            knowing  her  father  would  be  able  to  make  any  and  all  consequences  disappear  which  he  did  but  followed  by  him  forbidding  her  from  seeing  them  anymore  .  coral  cape  has  made  their  future  just  as  bright  as  their  smile ,   i  assure  you .  ʼ    

   *   p  r  o  s  o  p  o  g  r  a  p  h  y  

trigger  warning  !!!  mention  of  cancer  !!  

stranded  at  the  age  of   six  ,  a  stuffed  elephant  in  hand  and  confusion  lingering  on  skin  .  small  glimpses  of  a  angelic  features  to  ease  the  never  ending  tears  that  swam  in  honeyed  hues  .  too  young  to  understand  the  concept  that  she  had  not  been  stranded  due  to  lack  of  love  nor  a  lack  of  want  but  because  of  the  inability  to  care  for  the  small  child  .  a  clock  that  was  running  out  ,  and  a  vengeful  cancer  that  did  not  care  for  the  butterfly  kisses  or  midnight  snacks  as  they  watched  the  stars  .  a  child  needing  their  mother  meant  nothing  to  such  a  disease  .  

was  put  ,  or  more  so  forced  ,  in  the  care  of  her  father  .  the  man  who  looked  down  at  her  with  guilt  dancing  in  his  hues  and  cold  features  that  made  her  want  to  flinch  .  the  reality  was  ,  olly  leavitt  originally  wanted  nothing  to  do  with  the  life  he  helped  create  .  fell  into  the  cliche  category  of  the  rich  man  sleeping  with  his  twenty  something  assistant            getting  her  pregnant  only  to  try  to  pay  her  to  get  rid  out  of  the  fetus  and  when  that  failed  ?  he  paid  her  to  never  spill  that  it  was  his  .   and   louise  did  ,   she  raised  the  ebullient  baby  for  six  years  until  she  realized  six  years  was  all  she  would  be  able  to  spend  with  her  .  and  then  she  fell  at  the  feet  of   a  selfish  man  she  once  loved  and  begged  him  to  take  their  baby  under  his  care  ,  to  give  her  everything  she  could  not  do  . 

a  public  figure  ,  drenched  in  sovereignty  and  affluence  .   was  in  no  position  to  deny  a  child  of  his  ,  especially  when  that  child  had  a  dead  mother  .  used  it  and  kenny  in  his  advantage  ,  concealing  his  own  guilt  and  projecting  disgust  .  magazine  covers  and  interviews  about  the  tragic  sob  story  ,   kissed  her  cheek  in  front  of  the  cameras  and  spoke  with  such  empathy  when  ears  were  tuned  in  ...  but  in  private  ?  created  distance  and  threw  money  at  her  as  though  there  was  a  number  he  could  hit  to  fill  the  void  she  had  .    

has  ‘  it  all  ‘  ,  so  outsiders  say  .  bat  their  eyes  and  make  comments  about  how  she’s  destined  to  do  great  things  .  lives  in  that  beautiful  and  just  so  expensive  house  ,   and  she  drives  the  2020  lamborghini  ,   and  have  you  seen  her  feed  ?  captivating  smiles  as  she  poses  with  her  best  friends  ,  and  i  heard  she  just  took  a  family  vacation  to   monaco   .    got  that  dress  made  personally  for  her  by  versace  ,  and  doesn’t  she  got  to  that  prestigious  school  ?   the  privilege  of  being  privilege  ,   she  should  shut  up  and  just  be  happy  she  is  where  she  is  .   broken  hearts  heal  ...  and  if  it  doesn’t  ?  eventually  that  cold  feeling  becomes  a  friend  .  

*  r  u  m  i  n  a  t  i  o  n  

laughter  falls  from  her  mouth  like  its  her  own  language  .  ebullience  ,  the  chatter  bug  that  has  the  ability  to   ramble  until  she’s  threatened  (  by  an  older  brother  of  course  )  .  affectionate  ,  has  digits  that  are  constantly  reaching  for  another  hand  to  hold  .  a  habit  of  letting  fingertips  dance  across  bare  skin  ,  or  a  head  that  constantly  needs  a  shoulder  to  lean  on  .  warmth  ,  makes  her  feel  not  so  lonely  .   is  in  her  head  too  much  ,  the  type  of  girl  that  stares  at  the  night  sky  and  wonders  why  the  stars  make  her  feel  so  small  .   inherited  her  fathers  impulsive  ways  and  her  mother’s  trait  to  love  even  when  it  hurts  .  triggers  that  silence  in  her  that  desperately  holds  on  to  people  to  make  her  feel  something  ,  and  when  that’s  not  enough  her  careless  and  adrenaline  seeking  nature  kicks  in  to  cause  chaos              make  her  feel  alive  .   fears  people  leaving  her  just  like  she  see’s  her  father  in  every  flaw  she  has  .  toxic  in  the  way  she  has  the  urge  to  pull  back  every  time  she  gets  too  close  .  uses  gregariousness  to  hide  her  greatest  heart  ache  of  feeling  disposable  .  selfish  in  wanting  to  leave  a  mark  on  everyone  .  dramatic  like  she  should  of  dropped  out  of  college  and  ran  to  broadway  instead  .   loyal  like  she’s  trying  to  make  up  for  every  betrayal  you  have  ever  had  ..  emotional  enough  to  crawl  into  your  lap  (  intoxicated  )  and  cry  about  all  of  her  worries  .  silly  to  the  point  you  can’t  help  but  laugh  before  letting  ,  ‘  what’s  wrong  with  you  ‘  fall  from  your  lips  .   so  captivating  you  want  to  drown  in  her  no  matter  the  consequences  that  follow  .

*  h  e  a  d  c  a  n  o  n  s  -  i  s  h  

has  a  obsession  with  nails  ,  long  acrylic’s  so  pretty  you  could  cry  .  

always  has  her  toes  painted  ,  her  go  to  color  being  white              swears  it  makes  her  feel  more  elegant  . 

did  cheer leading  and  only  settled  on  dance  because  it  felt  most  familiar  to  her  though  she  did  play  soccer  for  three  years  . 

could  eat  waffle  fries  for  the  rest  of  her  life  and  never  complain  .  

has  three  cars  ,  and  a  bit  of  a  obsession  with  them  in  general  .  

eats  pineapple  like  it’s  her  life  support  . 

is  musically  talented  ,  not  just  vocally  but  plays  the  piano  too  .  her  mother  taught  her  . 

has  three  half  siblings  ,  and  she  would  take  a  bullet  for  any  of  them . 

is  close  to  her  step  mom  ,  and  without  her ?  would  of  tried  to  get  removed  from  her  fathers  custody  the  minute  she  was  old  enough  to  do  so  .

has  a  aunt  on  her  mother  side  that  lives  close  by  ,  she  often  spends  time  at  her  place  ..  

*  w  a  n  t  e  d    c  o  n  n  e  c  t  i  o  n  s 

ex  best  friend  ,  the  person  who  her  secret  is  related  to  .  i  assumed  she  would  have  just  cut  them  off  instead  of  telling  them  what’s  really  going  on  ,  but  of  course  we  can  work  that  all  out  .

current  best  friend  ,  the  cristina  to  her  meredith  .  one  of  the  few  who  really  knows  kenny  .  platonic  soulmates  . 

partner  in  crime  ,  they  enable  one  another  ..  there’s  no  way  around  it  but  despite  their  bad  habits  they  have  a  solid  friendship  .  if  one  of  them  needed  bail  money  the  other  would  be  there  (  sometimes  right  beside  them  )

the  friend  group  ,  who  doesn’t  love  a  little  squad  goal  moment  .  they’re  just  cute  and  close  friends  who  are  always  with  each  other . 

childhood  /  family  friend  .

tutor(s)  . 

first  love  . 

on  and  off  friendship  .

toxic  relationship  . 

teammates  . 

friends  with  benefits  (  who  sweaaaar  they  dont  have  feelings  for  each  other  )

ex  friends  with  benefits  . 

close  friends  .

friends  who  are  drifting  apart  .

will  they  wont  they .

unlikely  friends  .

confidant  . 

people  who  she  doesnt  like  and  people  who  dont  like  her .

anything  forbidden  (  friendship  or  relationship  )

honestly  ??  anything  and  everything  please  . 

#capecoral:intro #tw: mention of cancer #let me apologize ahead of time for this MESS

[slowdivcs]

plot ideas ! bc i wna plot w all ur muses n it’s good to have a starting point so my brain doesn’t explode :~)

EMI is looking for . . .

a roomie - too broke to live on her own & wanted to move out of her parents house. dynamic could be positive or negative 

rival/annoyance - need some more banter in her life tbh ! someone she subtweets

connected thru her twin brother - maybe elio’s best friend or ex or anything ! would know each other thru association and dynamic can be determined based on connection

an ex - **(aged 20-22) either from high school or maybe early in her college career. honestly a v fun relationship, v teasing at times. could’ve end badly bt they still have good rapport 

a crush - someone emi has been developing feelings for bt will literally swallow them before admitting it 

family friend - maybe they can’t stand each other bt always turn to them during company during family events

ANDY is looking for . . .

a roomie - andy has a cat n comes home in the middle of night, kinda shit roommate tbh 

best friend - someone who deals w his shit and someone he’d die for. someone he sends pics of his cat to. 

confidants - someone who he shares deeper parts abt himself that he doesn’t with the rest of the world, have deep meaningful convos abt the world

hateship - they jst don’t get along for whatver reason

an ex/almost  - **(aged 21-25) most likey his only serious relationship that left him more heartbroken than before bc of whatever reason. prob broke up on bad terms but maybe still have love for each other we discuss !

flirtationship - someone who he loves to flirt n play w lmao

fwb/hook-up/one night stand - lots of options we discuss !

partner in crime - bc andy gets up to a lot of no good 

SIENNA is looking for . . .

a neighbour - someone she bumps into in the halls or tells them to knock the music down when she needs to sleep. could also meet each other on the roof of their apartment 

carpool - sienna drives fast n reckless thru the city in her jeep but she hates pollution so she wld def be willingly to drive ur muse to work jst hang on to ur seat 

almost lover - **(aged 25-30) someone that she got close to and there was a spark and possibility of a relationship but she pulled away bc she got cold feet or something n it’s jst all the what ifs

a current failing relationship - **(aged 25-30) someone she’s dating for the convenience but there’s no joy to be found in the relationship anymore they’re jst used to each other n dont wna lose that taken status 

soft spot - someone she can’t help but spoil and treat w kindness despite her strict n sensible personality, someone she spoils

old college friend/close friend - someone she actually lets loose around whether it be drinking together at a reunion or when she actually has free time. someone to tell her to chill a bit 

MILO is looking for . . .

frequent customer - either ur muse frequents the book shop he works at or milo goes to their place of work, maybe they know each other as a regular

bad influence - indulging milo’s bad habits like sharing a smoke n seeking out abandoned buildings in the middle of the night

old friend - someone who’s known him for a while, maybe grew up together n it’s interesting to see where the world had place them 

ex-friends - for whatver reason they went their separate ways, maybe one of them hurt the other n it’s angsty

lost connection - maybe they had a rly good night out together n connected on a deeper level n milo would’ve liked to see them again but maybe they jst ghosted or something we can discuss 

best friends - prob one or two at most who know him rly well n they have their own lil world 

a muse - bc he’s a writer n loves to hear other’s stories.. maybe he even uses them as inspiration for the book he’s writing without them knowing 

AIDEN is looking for . . .

co-worker - they have each other’s backs at the cafe they work at and their manager hates them 

childhood friend - someone who he grew up with and either naturally outgrew each other or one of them moved away. things are diff now but they still care for each other

frenemies - just a pair that likes to banter and bicker and clown each other, yet somehow they still hang out often, probably deny being friends but care abt one another like only friends do

platonic soulmates - the dream team !! they can live without each other but they don’t want to, get along like family and get thru problems together. prob the one person that helps aiden realize all his potential. act as confidants for each other

college art friends - any fellow artists he might’ve gotten to know n they can do art together, maybe someone to practice his tattoo designs on 

ex-girlfriend - **(aged 20-22) he wasn’t rly looking for love and he happened to meet this muse by chance. they both had their own shit to deal w but feelings jst crept up on them and aiden fell in love forever,, the pure ‘it’s u n me against the world’ kinda relationship until they broke up n he got his heart broken. even tho they’re no longer together aiden will always hold love n care for them 

dormmates - a couple of people who he lives with in one of those shared living space dorms but they had their own rooms !! im thinking abt 4 total in a lil apt style dorm 

#this is rushed bt !!!!! #( * ooc — but i believe that aang can save the world. )