#(david ily but i only have this much space)

[meh-kris]

Nobody has been waiting for it but who tf cares??!! Anyways let's give it up for MY campcamp ship ratings !!! (And no im not adding the campers x counselors ships like maxvid bcuz istg if I hear it one more time I will fucking throw a truck at you) so yea let's go first with the adults

Gwenvid- 9/10 I'm honestly loving the dynamic between these two becuz like gwen is like the grump of the two and David's the sunshine that everyone adores and ugh its so adorable like cmon don't tell they wouldn't end up together it's overall cute

Danvid- 3or4/10 idk how to feel abt this because it's a bit odd to me I mean Daniel tried to kill David like yea but it would be a decent ship if Daniel wasn't THAT weird pretty meh ship tbh (sorry danvid shippers but ily)

Gwen x Jen- 4/10 I honestly never knew they would be shipped but I guess it would be nice but I don't think it's the best tbh

Daniel x Jen- 4/10 not bad of a ship idea but it's not my cup of my tea either

Jasvid- 10/10 it's such a wholesome dynamic tbh but good only if Jasper alive AU or kid versions it's cute ^_^

Okay camperinos time

Maxneil- 7/10 tbh it's not that bad of a ship it's legit nerd x edgy kid I can see it happening, not a big fan but I support it

Makki- 7/10 could possibly happen I mean I like opposites attract it's cute although max is a bit manipulative but they're nice to eachother so it's cute ig?

Maxpres- 6.5/10 I lowkey like this ship I have no idea why but it just seems interesting like the dynamic would be fun to watch but I have mixed feelings abt it

Neilson- 6/10 I kinda shipped this back in mind freakers but then I didn't really see it much but it would be a nice ship

Neil x Preston- 3/10 idek this ship existed but ig it does for me I guess it wouldn't be that bad but I don't rlly see it either

Neilki- 1/10 I don't like the ship because of parents day(ruined me mentally) would be better as siblings like nerdy bro and energy sis (gravity falls much)

Nerriki- 7/10 okay this would low-key be really cute like I love dynamics like this it would be a very awesome ship

Presnik- 6/10 haven't seen this ship much but it would be adorable tbh loud couple goals fr !!!

Nerrison - 100/10 tf your expect I MAKE ART OF THEM they are just the best ship in camp camp fr like their dynamic is good even as platonic or romantic it JUS WORKS I love how they bicker abt their interpretations of magic but they're still friends even if they don't admit it ITS SO ADORABLE ahem anyways they are my favorite

Harriston- 30/10 I love this ship sm!!!! The dynamic is so adorable they would be bfs fr like LOOK at them (even if they lack the interactions)

Presner- 9/10 20/10 okay don't get mad at me for this but I'm saying it WOULD be cute because they won't stop talking abt their intrests together but like idk it doesn't really hit me as much as nerrison and harriston does?? I mean yes they are pretty close to eachother in some scenes wait yknow what nevermind I'm giving them twenty

Nerriston- 101010209339390/10 yes.

Nurf x Preston- -15/10 this ship is toxic af actually all nurf ships are tbh so no.

Nerred? (Nerris and Ered)- 5/10 personally not a big fan of this ship but it could be a really good ship since they hung out in the show so it has some potential for me but not hitting the spot

Ered x Dolph- 0/10 fuck no Dolph is like what 8 yrs old and ered is (my hc) 14 ffs THATS SUCH A BIG AGE DIFF

Ered x Nikki- 2/10 Nikki probably has a crush on ered but those like childhood ones besides Nikki is like 10 yrs old ered is probably a teen so it doesn't work for me

Dolph x Space Kid- 7.2/10(yes that exact number) if they interacted a bit more maybe then I would ship them like it would be cute but platonically works too tbh

Space Kid x Max- 2.5/10 a bit toxic tbh :/ but like ig it's not bad also I wouldn't give this much if it wasn't wasn't the fact their VAs are married so yea

Space Kid x Neil- never knew this existed??? Not the ship for me sorry 1/10

Okay other camps too !!

Maxsha or smth- 5.5/10 I hc sash as a lesbian but if I didn't then I'd probably make it higher I guess they're like manipulative assholes who are dominant not bad tbh both have the power to rule over everything so I wouldn't mess with them

Sasha x Vera- 9/10 power couple fr they got along well so I think they'd date tbh not a bad ship (wlw solidarity)

Sasha x Erin- 7/10 idk what to think of this it is cute though idrc abt this ship much so yea

Sasha x Tabii- 3/10 a bit of a toxic ship imo becuz like Sasha is manipulative of tabii abit but overall not bad

Sasha x Pikeman- 4/10 dumbass x dominant one is hilarious to me but it doesn't really spark for me yknow it'd be a cool ship ig

Erin x Neil- 8/10 I actually really liked this ship because it was like smarties in love LIKE LOOK AT THEM if only Erin saw Neil's face while she was trying to see who liked her :(( Also malewife girlboss slay

Erin x Tabii- 7.5/10 I don't ship it much but I love their dynamic they would be with eachother 24/7 tbh it's a good ship

Erin x Snake- 2/10 it's a bit weird for me I feel like there's better people for Snake tbh so yea

Snake x Tabii- 6/10 eh ship but it would be cute cuz its like crazy girl and dude who's like woah she's so cool it would be very nice so yea

Tabii x Neil- 1/10 this ship makes me uncomfortable I'm sorry

Lastly my fave ship David,max and Gwen x therapy my fave 1000000000/10 <33

Okay folks gn it's literally 1:30AM in the morning for me so ysa byeee love you guys

#camp camp #rating ships #camp camp ships #camp camp max #camp camp neil #camp camp nikki #camp camp harrison #camp camp preston #camp camp nerris #camp camp dolph #camp camp space kid #camp camp david #camp camp ered #camp camp gwen #camp camp daniel #camp camp jasper

[milf-harrington]

HI TELL ME ABOUT YOUR OC'S MACNCHEESE ILY

*excited bouncing*

okay their names are Seftan and David, they're married, they met in their late 20's and they are disgustingly in love in that real domestic "i cant imagine going grocery shopping with anyone else" kinda way

Seftan and his little brother were born into a rich family, but Seftan was pretty much always the family disappointment bc he could never live up to his parents expectations of him and it only got worse when his brother was born, bc he was exactly the kind of child their parents wanted. Seftan's parents wanted kids who were seen and not heard, who were obedient and smart and could take over the family business.

Seftan was...not that. He was weird and twitchy, and talked about things that he couldntve known about, referenced events and conversations that hadnt happened, sometimes he would just space out for a minute or start sobbing uncontrollably. He struggled in school and was always weirdly certain about things and his parents just didnt know what to do with him (not that they cared enough to do anything, the main reason they kept him around was for appearances). He grew up knowing he wasnt what his parents wanted, so he never tried to be: he focused on the arts instead of "practical" subjects, he wore the clothes he wanted, listened to the music he wanted, he lied about after school studying to join the drama club as one of the costume designers/makers.

And when he was 18, he packed up everything and left, was the costume designer for a ren fair for a bit before he started doing tarot readings on the side and then eventually got given his own little space to do them. He opened his own little magic store when he was about 25 and its the very same shop he own in arson <3 OH HES ALSO CLAIRVOYANT i forgot to mention that, but basically thats why he was such a weird kid

David, on the other hand, grew up in a big family. He has a sister and about a dozen cousins that he's close with, and hes not supernaturally inclined in any way. He's a fucking terrible cook, has never managed to make anything edible beyond like. A sandwich. And its always been a huge joke in his family bc everyone else can cook just fine, hes just fucking cursed or some shit. He's a real steady, down to earth kinda guy, he's level headed and calm in crisis and hes also just got these major Dad Vibes, like he's fully the parent friend in any situation so when they adopted Nancy, Seftan would be like "how the fuck do teenagers work" and David's like "well, for one, you could show her how the shower works" He was one of those real smart but still athletic kids in high school, so his childhood room is like. full of framed certificates for excellency in his subjects but also rugby trophies and he didnt have a lot of real friends in high school bc he was quiet but by the time he was in year 12 he had a bunch of lowerclassmen who followed him around like ducklings.

Its funny bc his older sister is the family member that made all the teachers go "oh god not another one" but David was the one that made the teachers go "Ah! Another one!" so whenever their younger cousins got to high school it was like a toss-up between if theyd be a problem child or a quiet delight. As an adult he works a fly-in-fly-out job at the mines, with a 2 week on 2 week off roster and he and Seftan have this whole cute bedtime routine that they do together where they video call and Seftan goes through his skincare routine and tells him about all the readings he had to bullshit bc "negative readings dont get customers, hun, they only want to know if there's money in their future" while David either gets ready for work or gets ready for bed depending on whether hes got night shift or not.

And together theyre just. such a relationship goal for me, like theyre in their late 40's/early 50's and Seftan is always convinced they dont need the shopping list bc "How hard is it to remember that we need dish soap?" but David brings it anyway bc Seftan always forgets the fucking dish soap, and David is a shocking cook but Seftan eats every single thing he makes, and they do the dishes together and get sidetracked by the music and wind up dancing, soapy hands leaving wet patches on each others shirts and the dish water going cold before they remember what they were doing. They curl up on the couch and watch soap operas bc David loves the drama even if Seftan claims to find them boring but always ends up really into them, and when Nancy graduated they were the ones being ridiculously loud- all whistling and "THATS OUR GIRL" and giving her a hand-made glittery 'just graduated' sash for her to wear out to dinner.

actually, the songs 'Marbles' and 'Fair' by the amazing devil are such macncheese songs so i recommend giving them a listen :DD

#rori also asked about then so im gonna write about how they met in her answer #macncheese (s+d) #arson and other crimes (original work) #asks #corey tag #tysm for letting me ramble <33 #i think these two are my favourite oc's outside of Nobodies Hero

[sterlingarcher23]

Elumax will happen...

Elmax will happen. Lumax will happen. Elumax will happen... Just not the way most imagine or would like.

They showed us how it will be made reality or better where: ElMax will happen in the mind. Lumax in reality.

El fought the monsters in the mind and revived her - Lucas fought the monsters in reality and caught her.

Elmax isn't one sided nor fan fiction, it's real believed to be fan fiction... Korrasami was fan fiction made reality:

Korrasami... (Or better: Korraava?) - They flipped the concept and made it look like ElMax is just a fan fiction thing.

On her heart. That description alone is telling. El revived her and then sent her mind into another dimension over a rainbow bridge. The script does not leave much room for interpretation here. Body goes to body (the UD is technically one huge organism), mind goes to mind. So this is a dimension of mind, of dreams and thought - the antithesis to the UD.

This is where Max's consciousness is now and needs to be send back/replaced and a connection to a healthy mind guarantees that she can feel and see. (see also links at the end of this post)

El and Max are made as exact mirrors, connected through their accessories and hearts.

But they are never alone.

There's always space for a third person, the lover who isn't there.

"Without heart we'd all fall apart. Even El. Especially El."

Max is the heart. She is literally the answer to a neverending story. And the very life of Lucas. Both are focus points in Max's heart and she does love both of them.

There were love confessions in Season 4 without using "ILY" at all.

Elumax will happen. They even made a poem consistent of two separate ones for them:

It's not a matter of chances but of what's there in the show. It will be unusual, it will be heart wrenching and heartbreaking but it will happen. It will be "quite moving and beautiful." as David Harbor put it, who pieced together what's gonna happen because he knows his characters arc, having a theoretical idea about this. (He stated this in an interview with Jimmy Kimmel recently). And Hopper's story is about El. So, it's about Max too.

My advice is to forget thinking of Elumax as a "traditional" relationship even for a poly: it won't be.

If you would have asked me months ago, I wouldn't even have seen Elmax as a real thing, not to speak of Elumax. I wasn't even a hardcore fan of the show. Weeks and months of looking at the pure evidence itself, thinking about it, coming from the point of view of the general audience because that's what I was, just GA (important imo because you tend to look at things from a different perspective).

As someone who didn't ship them then, even when I found Elmax I rejected them because it was to painful as my findings how they would solve that coma problem hurt to much but then I can't denie them either because it would be a lie... for all those reasons I can tell you: Elmax will happen. Lumax will happen. Both are set in stone. It will hurt, it will make you cry but it will happen.

I started with a simple question: How they would solve the Max problem because that's what this is about. I basically solved this after a few days. Then I found Elmax as a romantic couple and the rest is history.

They intended this to be: they can make it happen. They will make it work. And it will blow your mind.

Not going to put everything about how El and Max will happen in this post, only the links. But to give you an idea:

#max mayfield #elmax #elmax nation #stranger things #elmax supremacy #elmax my beloved #el hopper #elmax is real #elumax #lumax #lucas sinclair

[seance]

SHADOW AND BONE › season one main cast.

#sabedit #shadowandboneedit #shadow and bone #six of crows #grishaverse #shadow and bone spoilers #edits #i don't know why i chose such a loaded set for my first edit in this fandom #i'm spentgsgsds- #but i already used this layout on one of my ac edits on my side blog #and liked it too much to let it go to waste #coming up with 10 colors is a nightmare as always #hope i did them justice tho! #(david ily but i only have this much space) #ANYWAY i loved everyone so much! i was never bored not even for a sec #and appreciated a lot of characterization aspects #i haven't read the books but i'm definitely pumped about next season ♥ #the titles are all non-spoilers i know they have many more #shoutout to my main b*tch user snakebitescar for the emotional logistic cultural existential support

[urne-buriall]

it's not on the list, but i need to know: in WBSR was cowboy!Dean real? separated from Cas and send back to the old west then killed and his ghost caught between times but then they changed the future so Dean never went back to die alone in the old west? or was it all a hallucinations because of the space magnets? ily 💝

the question you ask is one I can only answer by making things more complicated

1) the novel Cas reads in "the safe harbour" is Cloud Atlas by David Mitchell. it's a metafictional book with nested stories taking place across different times, from past to future, where the main characters of each story are implied to be reincarnations, all bearing the same comet-shaped birthmark. there's an Inception-like quality to the way each nested story gets interrupted by the next until they conclude in reverse order (but Inception is levels and levels of dreams...). is present-day Dean in the canyon a reincarnation of 19th-century cowboy Dean who already tried and failed? is the cowboy a dream within a dream?

2a) where does a black hole lead? that black holes bend time and space is a given. we don't know what happens beyond the event horizon (just that you'd be dead before you got there), but theories about black holes facilitating time travel abound. it's why the time slips and loops are happening in that canyon. and in some theories, it's not so much travel through time as it is travel to parallel universes. here's a diagram of one popular theory:

2b) in canon, Dean dies impaled on a spike that runs through his chest. the cowboy is shot through the chest, identified by the exit wound in his back. in the canyon, Dean has Cas' hand thrust through his chest and it's a near thing to killing him, saved only by a confession. if he had not confessed (in a dream, at that), what would have been his fate? another dead Dean with a hole in his chest? has he spared his past and future selves, or do they live and die in parallel worlds, crossing over as visions linked by a black hole, or out of the collective unconscious?

3) speaking of the collective unconscious (something that informed the final chapter, but which I didn't have room to elucidate on), one of the archetypal symbols is that of the Shadow, an unconscious aspect of the personality that may be hidden or repressed by the conscious ego. the Shadow does not have to be negative, and interactions with it in the unconscious (such as dreams) may shed light on one's personality, state of mind, or underlying desires. Carl Jung also took many journeys into the unconscious with a "spirit guide" named Philemon, who first appeared to him in a dream, and represented superior insight and the actuality of the soul.

4) I left the following in response to another reader's comment: "time is a flat circle" and it has all happened and will always happen. the King in Yellow and Lucifer!Sam both say "You will always end up here" in cross-realities. Lucifer!Sam from "The End" was never real, or, rather, this reality never came to pass and was known only to Dean (who, by seeing it, returns to his time and prevents it from happening). it's so suitably complicated, in keeping with all I've said here.

so. was that an answer?

ask game

#ask game #where black stars rise #meta

[vintagedolan]

mint chocolate

you’ve been in love with ethan since the early days of your childhood friendship, but what happens when it’s too late to tell him?

word count: 5k

warnings/tags: fluffy fluff lets go ladies

also shoutout to @gloriousgrant​ for this request, ily bby!!

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An elephant’s memory. That’s what your mom had always said - you had an elephant’s memory. Never forgot a detail, a friend, a face. Which is why you could still remember the first halloween party you ever got invited to, all the way back in preschool, as clearly as you could remember what you had for breakfast yesterday.

You didn’t remember the party though, but that was because you didn’t go. It had been a simple decision once you’d found out from eavesdropping on the mom gossip that only 33 of the 35 kids from your class had gotten the cute personalized invitations in the mail. 

Your four year old self said it best - “If etee and gray aren’t going, I’s not going.”

You didn’t realize until you were older that you words had made Lisa cry, overwhelmed and grateful that her boys had a friend at school when everyone seemed to be against them. So, she’d decided to make it the best halloween that she possibly could for her kids, and for you. 

And thus, over way too much sugary candy, smores, trick or treating and the watchful eyes of your mom and Lisa, the trio was born on Halloween night, 2004.

The three of you held strong through elementary school - sat next to each other until the teacher separated you for talking too much, shared your lunches every day. Lisa would even send an extra piece of candy on Friday’s for you in Ethan’s lunch - little pieces of mint chocolate that they kept at the salon for clients. Recess was always your favorite time, because the boys were wild, always finding something more fun than the playground equipment, like trees to climb or hills to roll down. You were fine with that - there were too many kids on the playground anyways. And when little scrawny David tried to kiss you at the top of the slide Ethan shoved him down, getting himself time out for the next three days.

You sat with him in the mulch every day until he was allowed to play again. 

Middle school was where the bumps in the road came along. Grayson went, in his mother’s words, ‘girl crazy’, and in his brother’s words, he ‘became a player’. Turns out, middle school girls don’t trust their boyfriends to have girl best friends, and Grayson fell into the trap, desperate to people please and get a date to the dance. Every time he broke up with them he’d come back, apologize, want to be your friend again, and you let him, because you loved him, even if he was a dick sometimes. 

Ethan was another story. Sure, he had a few 6th grade girlfriends who constituted an after school hug as a date, but the first negative thing they said about you had him bounding down the hallway to your locker to reassure you that he was, once again, a ‘single pringle’.

With Grayson off having Lisa drive him and the girl of the month to the fro-yo shop twice a week, it left space for you and Ethan to get even closer than you already were. You took stupid pictures on his families computer, edited them to high heaven with the strongest contrast and put stupidly fonted “<3″ and “bffz foreva” all around your faces, set them as your blackberry backgrounds. You watched movie reruns and renamed the characters and talked about how Ethan wanted to be an actor someday. You played hide and seek in the Dolan’s backyard, always giving away your hiding spot when one of you got too spooked and ran to the other one. You were allowed to spend the night if you stayed in the living room, which meant you took the couch, Ethan took the floor, and usually Grayson ended up curled up in the recliner, wanting to be a part of the fun once he got home and realized he was missing out. 

Things got worse in 8th grade. The bullying was incessant with the boys growing popularity on vine, and since the three of you were always seen as a unit of sorts, you got pulled into it. There were so many jeers in the hallways that you couldn’t keep track of them. The trio reunited, Grayson clinging to you as one of the few friends he could trust. It became texts of ‘lets eat lunch by the band room, no one will bother us over there’ and ‘hey, I heard Jillian earlier, u ok?” snuck under science room tables. You got suspended for punching a guy who wouldn’t shut his mouth about Ethan in September - your parents were pissed but you didn’t care - no one was going to fuck with your friends. 

Your reprieves were after school when you could hang out like you always had... well, after they got done with football or lacrosse or wrestling practice. They’d come home sweaty, smelling like gym mats, texting you to come over. If your mom couldn’t take you over Lisa would come pick you up - even Cameron got you a few times, acting like it was a chore but secretly glad that her brothers had someone, anyone, to rely on. You went to every single one of their games and matches, wrote 47 and 8 on your cheeks in face paint and yelled as loud as you could, ate celebratory ice cream with them when they won. 

Things got, somehow, even worse freshman year of high school. The bullying was even more intense, with threats posed against both of them, and against you. Ethan got secretive for the first time in his entire friendship with you. One minute he was even more clingy than usual, and the next day he was quiet and distant. It took you calling him out on it one night for him to finally fess up.

And it was those four painful words that made you realize that you were in love with Ethan Dolan.

“We’re moving to LA.”

You cried. Ethan cried. Grayson cried. Lisa cried. 

But you dried your tears, put on a brave face, told him how proud you were of him, of both of them. They were chasing their dreams, making it happen for themselves in a way that you could only admire. What type of friend would you be if you tried to hold them back?

You made the most of the last month that they were still in New Jersey, hanging out every minute that you could, helping them look at apartments in LA online, watching them film videos for their channel, supporting them every step of the way. 

You lost track of how many times you had to reassure Ethan that you’d be fine in high school without him, even if it wasn’t true. He’d told you over and over to just pretend like you weren’t friends with them anymore - anything to get the bullying to stop. You told him no way in hell. 

You stayed the night at the Dolan’s house in October, the night before they got on the plane to move out. It was fun, an early halloween celebration of sorts, mixed with a going away party that had you laughing as much as it had you crying. 

The real kicker came around midnight, after Grayson had fallen asleep in the chair that he was much too big for now, and you and Ethan were left in the silence. 

“I’m gonna miss you. So much. I don’t know what life looks like without you,” you admitted with teary eyes, toying with his fingers.

“I’m gonna miss you more. But I’ll always be here to visit, and it’ll be just like old times.”

You doubted that, but you weren’t going to say it. The thought of not seeing him everyday, having him so far away, surrounded by new people, new girls - it put a lump in your throat that you couldn’t quite get the words “I’m in love with you” around. You’d realized that it was more than just friendship for you as soon as he told you he was leaving - but you couldn’t bring yourself to put that on him when he already felt guilty enough for leaving you behind.

So you just nodded at his promises of flying you out to LA when they got enough money, showing you all around California, tried to believe him when he said you were always going to be his number one, and fell asleep against his chest. 

You rode with them to the airport, held their hands the whole way in the backseat and kept your head held high as you hugged them and sent them through security.

You sobbed the whole way home. Even after you managed to pull yourself together a little bit, when you got that made it, miss you already text that signaled they had landed that night, a whole new wave of tears made their appearance. 

You knew it would be hard, but you didn’t realize just how lonely you were going to be without both of them, but especially Ethan at your side. 

But there was a silver lining.

It was in those next few months that you realized that Ethan always kept his promises. He facetimed you whenever he could, showed you around their apartment, asked you to explain how to make mac and cheese cause he was ‘gonna starve’. He sent you pictures of everywhere cool he visited in LA, even sent you postcards sometimes just for fun. And when he came to visit a month later he stopped at your house first, knocking incessantly until you opened the door and threw your arms around him. Once the tears had stopped - the ones you let flow and the ones he blinked back, he reached into his bag and pulled something out.

“Look what I found in the airport in LA. Your favorite.” He placed the mint chocolate bar in your hands with a grin, proud of himself for putting such a big smile on your face. 

And so, the tradition began. 

Every time he came back to New Jersey he was on your doorstep, and every time he brought you one of those little chocolate bars. It didn’t matter that he was home to see his family, because any time you brought it up he’d wave you off, reassure you that ‘you are family bub’, making you fall more and more in love with him every time. 

When he had the money, he flew you out to California, showed you all his favorite places. He took you to the beach, on hikes, made sure you got the full cali experience with him at your side.

There were times over the years where he visited less, or visited more. But It didn’t matter if it’d been a week or 3 months since you’d seen him - the butterflies were all the same when you saw him again. 

You were sure to catch up each time you reunited, going down the list of everything you might of missed, even if you still talked every day. It went like so:

One: how’s the channel going? To which he would ask “how’s school?”

Two: any new friends? He’d ask the same.

And then came question number three, your least favorite:

Got a girlfriend?

You’d wait with bated breath every time, sighing out in secret relief when he’d say “nah, don’t have time” or “no, LA girls are weird”. And then you’d go on with whatever you had planned that day, whether it was just hanging around your old Jersey stomping grounds or sit in your room, and eventually your apartment when you moved out, heart a bit lighter.

Maybe that’s why it hurt so bad on his last visit when he’d hesitated on that question, looked down at his hands.

The most painful four words you’d been told changed that afternoon, when he finally answered.

“Yeah, I do actually.” 

You’d always known it was going to happen eventually - you’d been preparing for it in the back of your mind for a while now. You saw the comments on every post he made, the replies to his tweets, thousands and thousands of adoring girls, and it only grew every single day. Maybe it had been dumb to think that he’d ever realize just how in love with him you were, dumb to think that maybe, maybe, he saw you that way too. 

So, you put on your brave face, forced that smile to spread over your face and ran through the motions.

“Really?! What, since when?!” had never sounded faker than when they came out of your mouth, laced with false enthusiasm. 

And you listened to him tell you all about her, Allison, a girl he’d met at an LA party that he didn’t want to go to. You nodded at the right times, smiled and asked questions you didn’t care to know the answers to. 

You secretly wished hearts made a noise when they broke - maybe it would have stopped the conversation, saved you from having to see his face light up when he said her name, the blush that spread across his cheeks when he told you about his first date with her. 

Three months passed - and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t run at least part of that conversation through your head every day since you had it. It was nice that Ethan wasn’t the type to put his relationship out to the public - a front row seat would only make it worse, you were sure. 

You decided it was time to try, to really try to find someone that wasn’t Ethan. Sure, you’d talked to people in the past, but you’d never gone all in when trying to find someone to be with, because, well, there was really only one on your mind anyways. 

Which was why it was weird to answer one of Ethan’s usual what’re you up to this week texts with not much, work, hanging out with my parents, got a date tomorrow night. You all still working on the candle launch stuff?

At his kitchen counter in LA, Ethan frowned as he read it. Date.

“What?” Grayson asked, reading his twin’s face as he washed the pans from dinner.

“Y/N’s going on a date.” 

“Huh. Well, good for her,” he shrugged, looking down at the water running over his hands, eyes flickering up to Ethan’s face, trying to figure out if he should say what he’s thinking. Fuck it, if he gets pissed he gets pissed. “How do you feel about that?”

That got Ethan’s attention off his phone screen.

“How do I feel about that? What’s that supposed to mean?” The defensiveness in his tone had Gray tensing up a bit.

“It’s just a question bro.” 

“I have a girlfriend Grayson.” 

Grayson stopped scrubbing, annoyed at his brother’s tone. He’d tried to be supportive, loving - but he was getting tired of Ethan complaining about his relationship woes and not doing anything about it. 

“Yeah, who you said you wanted to break up with twice last week, for the record. And you’re the one that brought up Y/N, not me,” he pointed out, knowing that if he was already gonna piss his brother off, he might as well say everything he wanted to say. 

“You never liked Allison,” Ethan snapped.

“Fuckin facts, cause she’s manipulative and fake.”

“No she isn’t.” He threw Grayson a glare, pressing his hands together until his knuckles popped.

“If you actually believed that you would have hit back with an actual argument just now. I mean jesus Ethan, she told you you couldn’t go back to see Y/N for god’s sake. That used to be your fuckin’ dealbreaker back in the day, why would you put up with that shit now?” 

“I didn’t put up with it, I told her it wasn’t negotiable and I went to Jersey anyways!” He was yelling now, hands gripping the edge of the counter.

“Yeah, and then she gave you the silent treatment for a week when you got back like a fuckin’ six year old. That’s some middle school shit and you know it E. You don’t have to put up with that, you can find somebody who treats you better.” 

“Will you fucking stop Grayson?” He threw his hands in the air, exasperated. “I’ve got enough shit going on right now, I don’t need you in my head too.” 

“Fine. But friends don’t get jealous when their friends go on dates, especially not when that friend is across the fucking country. Just so you know.” He watched his brother put his face in his hands and felt that familiar pang in heart that made him add a “I’ll be in my room if you wanna talk about it” before he walked out.

Grayson had mastered the art of keeping tabs on Ethan without him knowing. So even from his room he heard him leave, and based on how long he sat in the driveway with the car running, he knew exactly where he was going.

So, he wasn’t fully surprised when Ethan came into his room three hours later without knocking and laid down on his bed next to him without a word, staring up at the ceiling.

“So...”

“So.” Ethan repeated. 

“Did you uh...”

“Break up with her?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah, I did.” 

“Cool. How’d she take it.”

“About exactly how you'd expect.”

“Ugly sobbing?”

“So much ugly sobbing.” 

“Sounds on brand.”

The conversation faded into silence, only the hum of the fan spinning in the corner filling the room. Grayson let it go on for a few minutes before he spoke up again.

“So.”

“So.”

“You goin’ back to Jersey?”

Ethan perked up at that one, sitting up slightly and turning so he could look at his brother. He quirked an eyebrow, waiting for the explanation. 

“C’mon bro. You can’t act like Y/N doesn’t have anything to do with this. I mean, you should have dropped Allison a while ago, but it’s not a coincidence that the idea of Y/N going on a date was what made you do it now. You should just tell her how you feel. Put it all on the table.”

He pondered that for a minute, staring up at the white ceiling.

“I hate sharing a brain with you, you fuck,” were the words he eventually chose, rolling over and pulling out his phone. Grayson smirked when he saw what he searched - American Airlines.

“Not my fault we split into two goops.”

Ethan typed in the flight plan he’d done more than any other - LAX -> EWR. 4 hours and 56 minute, like usual. There was one leaving in just over an hour and a half, and the knot that formed in his stomach was all too familiar. It came around every time he waited on the doorstep of her apartment in New Jersey, waited for her to show up at the door with that bright smile that had never changed, never wavered. He’d do anything to have her smiling like that all the time.

“Maybe I shouldn’t do this.” 

Grayson’s brows furrowed, knitting together above his eyes. “What?”

“What if she gets mad that I ruined her date. I don’t wanna fuck that up for her. She could be happy with the guy.” The words tasted like metal on his tongue. 

“Oh c’mon Ethan. She’s only dating somebody because you’re dating somebody. Well, were, I guess.”

“You don’t know that. You don’t know how she feels about me.”

“You’re forgetting that I’ve been her friend for just as long as you have. You just gotta trust me on this bro. It’s not a coincidence that she starts going on dates when you tell her you’ve got a girl.”

“So many coincidences,” Ethan huffed.

“So many not coincidences,” Grayson corrected, raising his eyebrows and waiting for him to give in. 

“Am I just supposed to show up at her house? I’m not gonna get to Jersey until-” he did the time change math that was second nature by now “- shit, like 2am? That’s kinda sus.”

“Right, because showing up at her house isn’t the first thing you do every time we go home anyways.” Grayson rolled his eyes. “What time’s the flight?” 

“In like an hour and a half.”

“We can make it, just pack a bag real quick, I’ll start the car up.”

“Okay. Okay.” Ethan nodded, standing up and waiting for a minute before he fully decided that holy shit, he was finally gonna do this, and then he was running down the hall towards his room.

“And don’t wear shorts! Put on some fuckin’ pants and look decent at least!” Grayson called after him with a grin.

“I can dress myself bro, fuck off!” 

It turns out, Ludacris mode on a tesla comes in handy when you’re trying not to miss a flight. They sped all the way to LAX, barely time for a hug and a “text me when you get there” before Ethan was running through TSA precheck and barely making the last boarding call of Flight 8333. He took the numbers as a sign that he was doing the right thing, that everything was going to work out.

The nerves really hit when he got settled in his seat on the plane, tattooed thigh bouncing on the floor, covered by his Louis pants. His shoes didn’t match the outfit very well, but there was nothing he could do about it now. He hadn’t had much time to do anything but run through the terminals - he hoped he didn’t stink, didn’t forget anything.

Fuck. The chocolate. 

He twitched in his seat, ready to run back out and head to that little convenience store where the manager knew his name, knew he was only there to get a diet root beer for the flight and a mint chocolate bar. But it was no use - the place was probably closed, and it wasn’t like he could get off the plane anyways.

So he put his headphones in, turned on his playlist and closed his eyes as they started to taxi down the runway, praying that maybe he could sleep. Behind his eyelids, memories of you played like a mixture between a slideshow and a movie - little snippets and still images of times he had committed to memory, swore he would never forget.  

You, with your toes in the California sand for the first time, so excited to see the beach and the ocean waves crashing, face lighting up as you ran towards the water. Your fourth grade halloween costume - the first year the three of you had coordinated, all of you going as little skeletons. Sitting in the middle school hallway with lunch balanced carefully on your legs, swapping sandwiches and laughs. You hugging him goodbye when he left for LA, how he never wanted to let go, wished he could take you with him more than anything else. Every visit, every time he counted down the days before he could make it back to see you.

He couldn’t remember a time when he wasn’t in love with you, wasn’t trying to convince himself that it would be wrong to ask you to try long distance, wrong to ‘hold you back’ or ask you to support someone, to love someone, so far away. It almost felt childish now, the thought that the two of you were going to end up with anybody else. His nerves prickled at the daunting task that he knew was awaiting him when the plane wheels touched down again, so he focused on your face instead, trying to breathe.

It was both the longest and quickest flight of his life somehow. 

He got a rental car - it was no smooth cat, but it would do - text Grayson that he was safe, and headed out in the familiar direction of your apartment before he could stop himself. He hadn’t made it four minutes down the interstate when the rain started falling, slow at first until it grew into a downpour that was roaring against the car. 

His wipers worked double time, keeping his windshield just clear enough for him to find his way to your parking lot. 

Heart in his throat, he threw his door open, stepping out into the rain before he could talk himself into turning around, jogging to your door and knocking.

In your bed, your eyes shot open. You waited for another knock, heart beating fast when you heard it, and then the constant rhythm of them afterwards. You rolled over, checked your phone.

2:16am.

“Who in the fuck,” you grumbled, sitting up and rubbing at your eyes as you headed out the door of your room in your pajamas, confused and concerned. If it was your drunk neighbor again, you were going to kill him. 

Popping up on your tiptoes, you peeked through the peep hole, breath catching in your throat. 

There was no way.

You blinked hard, looked again.

You knew that face, and you threw the door open, relief and panic playing tug of war on your heartbeat.

“Ethan? What- what the hell are you doing here? Are you okay? Is something wrong?” It wasn’t unlike him to show up and surprise you, but it had never been in the middle of the night. Still, he looked perfect as always, even with his drenched hair plastered to his head and soggy clothes. 

“I’m okay.” 

“Okay... well come inside, come outta the rain,” you reached out to grab his shirt, pull him inside, but he caught your hand, holding on tightly.

“I gotta say something first, and then you can decide if you wanna let me in.” He was too formal, more serious than you were used to and it had your stomach in knots. 

“You’re scaring me a little E.” 

“Don’t be scared. It’s just me.” His eyes shone, even in the dark, with a familiarity that settled you a bit and you nodded, waiting for him to say whatever it was. 

“I don’t know why I never thought it was okay for us to love each other. No, that’s not right, that’s not what I meant to say. I... hang on.” 

He took a deep breath, rainwater spraying a bit off his lips when he pushed it out and tried again.

“A long time ago, when we were kids, I convinced myself that we couldn’t love each other, because I couldn’t handle losing you. You’ve been my rock, my only constant outside my family for my entire life, and I don’t think I would have made it without you. So I just decided that we couldn’t love each other like that. And that was selfish. Because I’ve always been in love with you I think. Back then I don’t think I realized what it was. But now, when I look back, I think that’s what it was.”

You’ve always been the person I wanna see every day, especially when I can’t. The first person I think of when I wake up, the one I’m thinking about when I go to sleep. You’re my favorite human on the whole planet, and if soulmates are real I think that’s us. I don’t know why I ever tried to be with anybody else when you were here the whole time.”

And I know it’s not fair for me to put all this on you right now, especially when you tried to be supportive of me with other girls. But that text, you telling me you were going on a date. It slapped me in the face, made me realize just what I was about to give up, what was about to slip through my fingers if I didn’t get my shit together and just tell you everything. So... here I am. I’m here, and I love you... I’m in love with you. And I just needed you to know that. I’m in love with you Y/N. Always have been. And I kinda think that you could be in love with me too. Or at least, I hope maybe you are.” 

He had been looking at you the whole time, but you saw the nerves take over as he realized everything he had just said out loud, as he watched you, waited for your reaction. 

“I...” Your brain was spinning, unable to understand how everything you’d been waiting your whole life to hear had just come out of his mouth, all at once. 

It wasn’t a conscious decision - more of an instinct. Two steps forward out into the rain and then you were throwing your arms around his neck, up on your tip toes to finally, finally, press your lips to his like you’d dreamed about doing so many times. 

Your fantasies hadn’t done it justice. He was so warm, so familiar, so Ethan. His hands went to your waist, fingers curling and pulling you against him as he leaned in so hard that you leaned back with him, smiling as your hands came around to hold his face, hold him to you, unwilling for the moment to ever end. 

You didn’t even notice the rain.

“Am I dreaming?” You hadn’t meant to say it out loud but it slipped past your lips anyways, making Ethan’s chest swell and his smile get even brighter as he pulled back enough to look at you.

“No baby. This is real. This is us, right here, right now.” 

"No fuckin’ way,” you breathed, running your thumbs over his cheeks before he kissed you again, walking you backwards into the house and out of the downpour and over to the couch. 

“I love you. So much. Sorry I forgot your chocolate by the way,” he grinned after he sat down and pulled you onto his lap, gazing up at you like you hung the moon and stars.

“You’re so much better than mint chocolate. I love you too.” You kissed him again just because you could, relishing in the feeling of him there with you, not a worry or a care in the world.

#WOOOOOOOOO #i sped wrote the end of this haha i have class SO SOON #love you guys!!!! #lynds writes #ethan imagine #ethan dolan #ethan dolan x reader #ethan dolan fanfiction #dolan twins #dolan twins imagine #dolan twins fic

[joe-mazzello-archive]

The Bet

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: language, dirty talk, sexual themes, no actual smut but it’s described lol

A/N: HAP BIRTH @brianmays-hair​!!! this is my birthday gift to you as if you didn’t know this was coming hehe. thanks for letting me rant about pedro pascal and for being a shady bitch with me and for putting up with my anons. i’m so thankful for your friendship. ily my bridge troll <3

ps: this is my first time writing for queen, so go easy on me gang! also i assumed that this pic was taken before their performance? apologies if that’s incorrect.

You had assumed that one day you’d become used to being married to one of the members of Queen. You would become numb to it, nothing surprising you or throwing you off. The fans, the parties, the tours...the fact that practically everyone in the world knew who your husband was. It would all become routine for you.

But then you went to Live Aid.

The size of the crowd alone shocked you. You knew just based on the lineup for the event and the fact that it was being held in Wembley Stadium that Live Aid was a huge event. But you didn’t realize just how huge.

You had held Brian’s hand tightly as the lot of you were escorted through backstage areas and cramped hallways, weaving through crew members and people with badges who seemed important. As someone who had been along for the ride for quite a few Queen tours, you were somehow extremely overwhelmed. But Brian’s tight grip on your hand, offering comforting squeezes every once in a while kept you grounded.

Eventually, Brian was swept away, needed to answer reporter questions or shake hands with music industry heads. You had just begun to feel a little lost when an arm slid around your shoulder.

“You look positively stressed, love,” Crystal’s voice sounded in your ear, the familiar timbre relaxing you a bit.

“It’s a lot to take in,” you replied, wrapping an arm around his waist for a side hug as the two of you watched the scene before you.

“Well, I’ll keep an eye on you, Mrs. May. Make sure you don’t get swept up in the craziness,” Crystal declared with a nudge to your ribs. You chuckled at the moniker, giving the techie a playful shove.

You knew he meant it. Crystal had somewhat taken you under his wing during your first Queen tour a few years back. Brian, only your boyfriend then, had asked you to join the group on the American leg of the News of the World tour, claiming he couldn’t bear to separated from you for an entire month and a half. Crystal had recognized the lost look in your eyes even back then as you experienced what it was like to go on tour with a rock band. The two of you had struck up an unlikely friendship, keeping each other entertained on bus rides while the boys caught up on much-needed sleep.

An hour later Brian grabbed your hand once again, bringing it to his lips for a soft kiss before announcing that him and Roger wanted to go watch some of the performances.

And that’s how you found yourself sitting in the VIP section of the stadium, seated between Brian and Chris. Had you been a few years less experienced, you may have been shocked when David Bowie took the seat next to Chris, offering you and the boys a handshake greeting. But you had had the pleasure of meeting Bowie a few years back.

No, the thing that made your eyes go wide with shock was when you realized that Princess Diana and Prince Charles of Wales were sitting right in front of you. Maybe a yard away.

Crystal noticed your reaction right away, offering a small chuckle and a loving head shake in response. He leaned closer to you, signaling you to do the same.

“I’ve got a bet for you,” he whispered, and you rolled your eyes. Somehow along the way, bets between you and Crystal had become commonplace. The two of you had bet on arguments between the band members, card games between roadies, and to your shame, you once even bet on how long one of Roger’s flings would last.

“Lay it on me, Taylor.”

“I bet you can’t get Brian all hot and bothered in front of Princess Di,” he responded. You let out a quick burst of laughter before clapping a hand on your mouth. Brian shot you a confused look that you returned with a nod towards Crystal. He immediately understood, knowing Crystal’s antics full well, and he turned his attention back to the performance.

“That’s not a bet, that’s just torture!” you argued. “And besides, you know I’d win.”

“Fine, twenty quid if you get him flustered enough to excuse himself.”

“I’m not doing that!”

“But it’ll be fun!”

He had a point. You did get a bit of satisfaction from reducing Brian to a needy mess. But you usually only pulled the trick of out of your pocket if he hadn’t been giving you enough attention lately.

But the more you thought about it, the more excited the prospect of a needy Brian made you. Get him all riled up and then have a quick and dirty fuck backstage before he performed for thousands of people? The idea was definitely intriguing.

“Fifty quid,” you countered, the gears in your head already turning. That earned you another chuckle from Crystal before he held a hand out to you.

“Deal.” The two of you sealed the exchange with a quick handshake.

Then you got to work.

An innocent smile on your face, you turned to Brian, tapping him gently on the shoulder to get his attention before leaning in close to his ear.

“Briii,” you murmured, laying a hand on his knee. He smiled at your show of affection, but his focus remained on the stage before him. “You know what I’m thinking about?” He hummed questioningly, still not giving you his full attention. “I’m thinking about the Hot Space tour.”

You let your statement simmer and you watched Brian’s eyebrows furrow in confusion as he tried to work out what you were referring to.

“Remember that time you were in a mood, and during one of Roger’s drum solos I pulled you into a closet and went down on you?” You slightly shifted your hand an inch higher on Brian’s thigh as you felt him tense next to you. But his eyes didn’t stray from the concert being performed. So you continued.

“And then after the show as a thank you, you took me back the hotel and absolutely destroyed me with your tongue?” An inch higher. You heard him let out a shaky breath before leaning closer to you.

“Darling, what are you doing?”

“I was so wet for you that night. You make me so wet, Bri,” you practically purred into his ear. Another inch higher; you were almost mid-thigh. You began to caress the fabric of his slacks with your thumb, tracing small circles. Brian shifted in his seat slightly, but the man was determined to watch the performers.

“If only Roger had a long drum solo in your set later tonight,” you continued. “We could recreate that. Licking every inch of you before I take you into my mouth completely. Maybe even let you take control. Let you fuck my mouth.” Another inch. You could see Brian was sweating now, and you knew it had nothing to do with the weather. Your eyes flicked over to Crystal, who was watching the band’s performance with a knowing smirk.

“Or maybe instead you can just fuck me. Push me up against the wall, wrap my legs around you can let you plow me until I’m a whimpering mess,” you whispered, slurring your words slightly. Brian’s cheeks were beet-red. “You always make me come so hard.” You shifted your hand another inch higher, but this time Brian’s long fingers wrapped around your wrist. And for the first time since you began your game, he turned to look at you.

“Love,” he whimpered, almost desperately. You fluttered your eyelashes innocently, a soft smile on your face.

“Yes, dear?”

His eyes flashed downward briefly, and you followed his glance. A prominent bulge had formed in his trousers. You gazed back up at Brian, your guiltless grin fading into a knowing smirk.

“Would you like some help with that, Bri?”

In a flash, Brian got to his feet, practically yanking you with him. You knew he was probably thankful he had elected to wear loose-fitting pants that day.

“We’re going to grab something to eat,” he announced, his voice a bit shaky. Roger’s eyebrows furrowed as he looked up at the tall man standing next to him.

“We just ate like an hour ago,” he revealed. You couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Well, I’m hungry again,” Brian snapped back quickly. I’m sure you are, you thought to yourself. Brian’s hand landed on the small of your back, urging you to start sliding past the seated audience members.

As you scooted past Crystal, he discreetly whipped out a fifty-pound note and held it out for you with a grin. You pocketed it and kept moving, past David Bowie and the other crowd members. Once the two of you finally made it to the aisle, Brian gripped your hand tight, pulling you along as he sped towards a bathroom. You could barely keep up; Brian’s long legs giving him an advantage.

“So, you’re hungry, huh, Bri?” you teased as you picked up the pace to walk in-line with him. Then in one swift movement, you were pulled through a doorway and spun around, your back pressing into the door to close it.

“I think you know exactly what I’m hungry for, you little minx.”

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#brian may #brian may x reader #brian may x you #live aid #crystal taylor #brian may fic #brian may fanfic #brian may fanfiction

[blissfulsun]

86 with Jeff please? 🥺

This is one of my last asks, hope u like this one!! Feel free to let me know/give me some more ideas, I’m reaaally going for my soft!jeff brand with all of these heheh, no regrets🤗😭 thank you for requesting ily a lot

word count: 852

Here for you // Jeff Wittek

If the VS was known for anything, it was their parties. Another happening right now in David's home, the living room filled with familiar faces but you too focused on one particularly handsome one.

Jeff looked too good tonight as if keeping your hands to yourself wasn't hard enough on any normal day.

The two of you were new, still clumsy in your exploration of boundaries and rhythm as more than friends.

If that wasn't challenging in itself, you both agreed to keep the budding relationship quiet, only really letting your close friends and family know after a couple of too-close calls and almost getting caught in each other's arms by David or another member of the group. 

'C'mon Jeff!! Dance with me' he was about to protest, you could tell, but your sweet begging and shining smile always convinced him somehow.

It's why he started looking at you differently those months ago, only ever so willing to step out of his comfort zone and risk the bad boy persona he had worked so hard to perfect in the videos for your happiness.

Jeff knew how badly he could forget himself, he had done so in his past relationships, swearing off this kind of feeling till he understood how to be alone.

This though, all-consuming and full of laughter, this softness only you seemed so capable of, it made him feel more himself than anyone ever has before. 

So he let you drag him onto the makeshift dance floor, shaking his head at Zane and Heath stumbling over each other nearby.

Not that his stiff movements were much better, laughter bubbling at your lips as Jeff fakes offence at the teasing look you provided.

He pulls you in closer, hands respectively on your waist as you try and guide him in movement, too busy enjoying the moment to truly care about his evident lack of dancing skills.

He couldn't be entirely perfect you suppose, it was only fair. 

'Y/n/n' Jeff whines, head leaning closer to whisper his playful complaints in your ear.

‘The guys won't let me live this down you know, I have two left feet babe' you know he's just teasing, the self-deprecating humour another loveable thing about him.

‘So what? You're a lot better with your hands if that makes you feel better' you can't help yourself, lips tugging into an innocent expression at his narrowed eyes.

‘Don't start something you can't finish princess' Jeff swallows and his mind immediately wonders. 

In an instant, the setting changes. Your ears are ringing and instead of staring at Jeff's flustered face, you're somehow flat on the sticky ground.

‘Zane, what the hell man? Get OFF her' the words are jagged as your almost-boyfriend's angry words blur and travel to you in delay.

It feels like forever to you but Jeff has you in his hold in seconds, hands frantically examining the damage caused by your drunk friend's antics of falling off the table and landing on your much smaller frame.

‘Jeff my arm hurts' you whine. Your sight is focused on his worry stricken face, left arm throbbing with pain only just dulled by the two drinks you consumed earlier in the night.

His actions are rushed but gentle when you try and glance at the damage, he doesn't want you to look down and see the abnormally twisted limb.

‘Jeff, David is already starting the car let's get her to the hospital' it's Natalie who's next to help you out, sobered up by the accident. Jeff is nodding and then you're lifted into his arms, cradled as others move out of your way. 

'Y/n I'm so so-' one look from Jeff is enough to halt Zane's slurred apologies.

'If I didn't need to keep her in my arms to feel remotely stable and calm right now I would kick your ass man' you're out the door with that threat.

It only seems to hit you in the car, the extent of the damage and the situation suddenly all too real.

Jeff notices straight away, he's cradling you in his lap in the back of the car, eyes never leaving your frame unless to tell Dave to go faster, to hell with speed limits he will pay the fines.

'Baby, look at me' his voice is soft, whispered across the millimetres of space between you like a secret.

'Don't be scared, I'm right here' The reassurance from him is enough to regulate your breathing.

‘You'll stay with me the whole time?' Your response is fragile, a new shade of vulnerability painted between you two.

‘Always, if you'll have me.' And he does, one hand grasped tightly in yours as the doctor pops the bone in the other arm back in place.

Jeff looms over you from behind like a protective wall as you accept Zane's apologies and hugs in the hospital room.

He stays awake until the sun comes up and you've long succumbed to sleep, exhausted from the adventures of the night.

‘I’ll be right here princess’ you’re asleep in his arms when he whispers the promise into your messy hair.

#jeff wittek blurb #jeff wittek #send more rquests my way angels #if u wanna #jeff wittek imagine #jeff wittek x reader

[mythicalgarlicknot]

Day 1- my pronouns are she/they (though tbh that's subject to change I'm still not sure about the "they" part fitting me) and my pride flags are asexual and bi (for biromantic)

Day 2- my friends ( @the-emo-asgardian ily), my family, and music

Day 3- I can’t post a picture at this time, but my rubber pride bracelets!

Day 4-

Day 5- I was really proud when I came out to my mom as ace. Though it’s only half way because she doesn’t know I’m bi, it’s still something and it felt good

Day 6- @the-emo-asgardian

Day 7- probably The Art of Being Normal- by Lisa Williamson or You Know Me Well- by David Levithan and Nina LaCour

Day 8-

Day 9- probably @fuckyeahasexual but love lots of them!

Day 10- please omg there are so many! Can’t sit in chairs, has a bisexual bob, always tucks my shirt in, loves dragons and space and cake!

Day 11- probably David Bowie or Janis Joplin

Day 12- I don’t have too much to say besides my immense condolences and love every single day for the people that suffered during that atrocity

Day 13- I wanna say I realized i was ace in sophomore year and I came to terms with being bi this year

Day 14-

Day 15- Mclennon in an ironic way just because I’m a Beatles fan and I find it funny and cute even though it didn’t exist. Also Frerard

Day 16- on Andi Mack when Cyrus came out (big moment for Disney channel). Also the episode in Sex Education that they did about asexuality

Day 17- I don’t play enough video games to answer this

Day 18- @the-emo-asgardian

Day 19- My mom and my best friends

Day 20-

Day 21- RuPaul (sorry that’s basic ig)

Day 22- face reveal I guess?

Day 23- done!

Day 24- famous: Debbie Harry; not famous: my best friend

Day 25-

Day 26- I didn’t have a fancy outfit so I’ll put my dream outfit

Day 27- @the-emo-asgardian thanks ily

Day 28- ✊🏻✊🏼✊🏽✊🏾✊🏿

Day 29- my first pride near my hometown with a friend of mine (and we made a new friend)

Day 30- pride should forever and always be a celebration of who we are 🏳️‍🌈

#share your pride #happy pride 🌈 #lgbtqia #lgbtq+ pride #june is pride month #this post is such a cute idea #gayyyyyy #Spotify

[exasperatedmoron]

5+1 times Barry says he has a boyfriend and the 1 time they realized he wasn’t kidding

*1*

Cisco walked into the lounge with his arms full of chocolate, movies and those sappy scented candles. It was Valentine’s Day and him, Barry and Caitlin had a tradition of spending it together since they all had very, very miserable love lives.

“Who’s ready to cry over a dying dog!”

Caitlin was already sitting on one of the beanbags Barry placed in front of the mini-movie screen. She raised her glass of wine towards Cisco, already dressed in her sweats without makeup on. Barry, however, was dressed up in a maroon button down and hair gelled up. He was setting the stereotypical ‘ILY’ teddy bears on Cisco and Cait’s beanbags.

“Why do you look like you’re going on a date, Sonic?”

“Erm. Cause I am?”

“With who?” Cisco tried to think back to anyone Barry has interacted with recently, assuming it was someone new. The only new friends he’s made so far were Ralph and Julian. “Oh no. It’s not Ralph, is it? You always seemed to be in each other personal spaces”

Barry looked affronted, even holding up his hand to his chest. “Cisco, no! I- What- Cisco!” Barry’s face contorted as he tried to come up with words. “It’s not him! It’s... someone you guys know. But that’s all I’m saying!”

Barry stood his ground and seemed very insistent on keeping quiet, but Cait and Cisco were invested now. Barry’s last crush was on Iris and that ended years ago before she and Eddie got married. In those years, Barry has only gone on two dates - with Patty and Linda - and both didn’t work out so well. But even in those cases, Cisco and Caitlin were updated (like best friends were supposed to be).

Huh. “Why didn’t you tell us about this date?” “It was very last minute. I didn’t even know he was in town today. Turns out he was so... yea.”

“So, he travels out of town?” “Yeah, he does.”

“Huh. What’s his job?” “Oh, you know. A little bit of this and that. He deals with... uhm... artefacts? and... problem... solving?”

Wow. Pinocchio would be disappointed.

“Okay. Have fun on your date.

Barry nearly stumbled on his own two feet getting out of there, yelling a ‘Bye Cait! Cisco!”. Cisco picked up a beer from the chiller and sat beside Cait as she pressed ‘play’ on the remove.

“He doesn’t really have a date, doesn’t he?”

“Nope.”

*2*

Iris barged into Barry’s apartment, hands full of take-out and ice cream. Normally, she’d pick the lock to get in, but for some reason, Barry upgraded his lock. It was the same as before, so she could still use her key but it couldn’t be picked so easily anymore. Barry must have listened to her, for once.

“Barry! Eddie and I are fighting so I need to have a Disney marathon! Get your lazy ass out of bed!”

Iris heard him squeak, followed by a ‘thud’ as he fell out of his bed. She smiled to herself and placed the take out on the table, knowing that the speedster would be less grumpy once he saw the food. She made her way to the kitchen to put the ice cream in the freezer for later when he saw that his freezer wasn’t empty. Her eyebrows scrunched up as she opened the fridge and saw that it filled too.

Barry never had a filled fridge. Not even a half-filled fridge. Even before he was a speedster, he survived of ramen and pizza. The most his fridge would contain was leftovers from his junk or from whatever meal Iris brought over. It was even worse when he became a speedster, almost causing his fridge to be obsolete.

“Iris? Why are you staring at my fridge?”

Iris snapped out of her thoughts and turned around to stare at her foster brother with bed hair. “Since when did you have food?”

Barry looked confused for a second, eyes going from her to the fridge. As soon as his eyes saw the contents of it, a small smile grew on his face. “Oh. My boyfriend must have left some last night.”

Iris’s thoughts on food and Eddie were completely pushed back. “Boyfriend? Bartholomew Henry Allen, are you having secret rendezvous with a man and not telling me?” “Geez Iris, you’re almost as dramatic as he is. And no, I told you about him, remember?” 

Now it was Iris’ turn to be confused. “When?” “On Valentine’s Day? I asked you to fill my place with Cait and Cisco since Eddie had work and I had a date?”

Ohhhh. “Barry. You don’t need to use your imaginary boyfriend as an excuse to have your fridge stocked. You could just say it as it is. You finally decided to act like an adult instead of a bachelor.”

“What? What do you mean bachelor? Wait - What do you mean imaginary?”

“Cisco and Caitlin told me you made up a fake boyfriend so that it’d hurt less when you stood them up. It’s fine though, they took pity on you so they aren’t mad.”

“Fake?! I-Wha-They-”

“Barry relax. Come on, heat up your ‘boyfriend’s’ leftovers. I wanna taste it while telling you about how much of an overprotective husband Eddie is being again.”

Hours later, the two were stretched over the couch with cartons of ice cream balancing on their torsos while watching Singin’ in the Rain.

“I really do have a boyfriend, you know?”

“Sure you do.”

*3*

Barry was late for work (again) and Joe had to cover for him (again). He needed the results for a case so he sat on Barry’s chair and waited for the CSI to arrive. Soon enough, said CSI ran into the lab, clutching onto his messenger bag and a mini-cooler.

Julian took one look at him and snorted, “You sure that’s enough food, Allen? I can call a caterer if you’d like.” “Shut it, Jullian.”

“Joe! Hey I -” “You woke up sick, so I sent you to a doctor to get you checked up. I’m assuming you’re feeling better and ‘bout to give me the results for the Williams case I needed two hours ago?”

Barry nodded and tossed his bag to his chair as he frantically sifted through his desk, ignoring Julian’s comment about tidiness. He plucked out a file from the bottom of the clutter and passed it to Joe. “Thanks Barr. Now, why were you really late? Mugging? Little ol’ lady bein’ robbed?”

Barry started to scratch the back of his neck, face turning a light shade of pink as he avoided eye contact with Joe. “Ah. Actually, I overslept. I stayed over at my boyfriend’s place last night so... yeah.”

Joe’s eyes went wide, almost popping out of his head, “Boyfriend?”.

“Dear Lord, not this again,” Jullian mumbled from behind Joe as he continued writing his report. Joe turned around to look at Julian with an incredulous look. “You knew Barry had a boyfriend?”

“I knew Barry had an imaginary boyfriend. Cait told me about the Valentine’s Day Ditch.”

“Imaginary - What?! And seriously? You guys are putting a name to it?!” Barry nearly dropped the things he was holding on the floor.

“Ah. Iris told me about him too.”

“Joe, I really - “

“Barry, if you overslept, that’s fine. You didn’t need to lie. We know you’re workin’ hard on Flash duties anyway.”

“No, Joe. Really I-”

Barry was interrupted by Captain Singh’s appearance at the door, spurring the three back to work. Before Joe left though, he patted Barry on the back.

“You gotta work on your lying skills. Caitlin, Cisco and Iris saw right through you.”

Barry sighed.

*4*

Felicity and Barry were watching a movie marathon in the Arrow cave while Oliver was busy doing mayor stuff. The team needed Barry’s help with a meta who moved to Star City, so Barry ran over and even after the threat was cleared, he stayed for a while to catch up with his best friend.

Barry was finally starting to relax until Felicity just had to bring up a certain topic. “So what’s this I hear about you making up a fake boyfriend to get out of situations?”

Barry groaned into the popcorn.

“He’s not fake,” Barry asserted. “They just think he is because I won’t give out any details.”

“And why not?”

“Because he... well... it’ll be a disaster.”

“Okay,” Felicity sighed, setting down her popcorn, “I’ll play along. Why would it be a disaster?”

“They... Well, he doesn’t have the best reputation?” “Uh huh. And what kind of ‘reputation’ does he have?” Felicity leaned forward, eyes staring into Barry, trying to get him to slip.

“Well. You know, it depends. A bad but good one. But to some people, it’s a good one with a little bit of bad. He’s in the middle of good and bad? Or kinda like a see-saw, what side he’s on depends on the day.”

“Barry, this is why people don’t believe you.” "Not again.”

“You either need to work on your lying skills, or give out details that aren’t so vague.”

Barry groaned. He was so done. He picked up his popcorn and tossed one piece to Felicity’s head.

“Just eat your popcorn.”

*5*

Captain Singh was reading a report when Barry knocked on his door. “Come in, Allen.”

Barry walked into the office and placed a file on David’s desk. Just as he was about to leave, he stopped and turned to David. “Captain?” he asked.

“Yes, Allen?” “Can I request for a day off on the 18th?” David checked the calendar on the desk and saw that most of the other CSIs will be in.

“Okay, submit a proper request and I’ll approve it. If I may ask, why do you need to take it? Albert seems to be less of a pain as he was before.”

Barry chuckled as he fiddled with the hem of his shirt. “Actually it’s my boyfriend and I’s one and a half year anniversary. Our one year didn’t end well, so I wanted to make it up to him.”

David sighed and removed his glasses, turning to face Barry properly. “Barry, I’ve known you for over 10 years now. I think by now, you would know that excuses like that wouldn’t work on me.’’

Barry looked confused and a little bit upset at his words. “Sir? I...’’

“If it didn’t work on Joe, Iris, or your other friends, it won’t work for me too. I know you’re the Flash, Barry. You didn’t need to come up with an elaborate fib like that.” Barry looked like he was about to protest or deny any allegations, but his shoulders just slumped. Barry looked like he wanted to roll his eyes at the world. He nodded and turned again to walk out when David mentioned something.

“Also, if you ever used that excuse again, one year anniversary sounds more believable than one and a half.”

“Of course. Sure thing, Captain.”

+1

Since Joe found out Captain Singh knew about Barry being the Flash, he decided to let his old friend around the labs, re-introducing him to Cisco and other members of the team. David was slightly surprised at how many people he knew were in the team (”Albert and Dibny? You guys are involved in this?”). He was surprised at their involvement, but at the same time, he wasn’t. Barry had the type of personality that just drew people in.

Just as he was talking to Caitlin in the med bay, a series of beeps emitted from the computers in the cortex. “What’s that? Is that some kind of Flash alert?” he asked as him and Caitlin walked into the cortex where the rest were in, excluding Barry, who was patrolling the city.

“Nah, that just means the waverider landed on the roof. The Legends will probably stop by here to say hi before visiting their families.” Cisco answered as he had another lollipop in his mouth. Caitlin scowled at him and he removed the sweet from his mouth, not wanting her to go into another tirade about dental health.

Minutes later, a group of nine walked into the cortex, exchanging pleasantries with team Flash.

“Didn’t know the Captain of the CCPD is now on team Flash.”

David turned away from his conversation with Ray Palmer and saw Leonard Snart leaning against a wall, smirking. Beside him was his partner Mick Rory, who was being fussed over by Caitlin (”You keep letting your burns heal like that and I’ll cover it in ice until it reaches your bones.”) “Leonard Snart. Didn't know you played on the hero’s side now.”

“Well, I tend to swing both ways.” He turned and sauntered off to Cisco, but not before giving David one last smug look, causing him to think that there was a double meaning behind what Snart said.

“Hey, where’s Barry?” Sara asked Joe, who was catching up with Stein. “He’s on patrol. I can call him back.” Joe went over to the computers and patched in through Barry’s comms.

“Hey Barr, the Legends are here. Come over and say hi.” “The Legends?” Barry sounded excited, but team Flash thought it was because he got to catch up with his friends. The Legends, on the other hand, gave Len a quick look before returning to their conversations.

Five seconds later, a figure appeared in the middle of the cortex, followed by a lightning trail. “Barry!” Sara exclaimed as she threw her arms around the speedster, still in his Flash regalia. “Hey Sara, how was the 1800s?” “Sexist. But I kicked some bigots into a river, so I’d say it went well.” Barry and Sara exchanged a few words before someone in the corner coughed.

“Lenny!” Barry exclaimed and sped over to the reformed criminal. He kissed the thief in front of both their teams, unaware of the heart attack he gave to the members of his own team.

“Bartholomew Henry Allen!” Iris shrieked, causing everyone in the room to wince at the octave she reached, “Since when were you dating Captain Cold?!”. Barry opened his mouth to respond when Nate beat him to it.

“What the hell, man? You didn’t tell your team about it? It’s been years!” Barry sighed and put his head on his hands. Len’s arms were still around his waist, his back leaning on Len’s front. “No. I did. Multiple times. No one believed I had a boyfriend.”

The Legends half of the group burst into hysterical laughter while team Flash was still frozen in disbelief. “Wait a second. Your ‘fake’ boyfriend is Leonard Snart?!” Joe pointed from Barry to Len, taking a moment to process it. He wasn’t as mad as he thought he’d be, but definitely surprised.

“To be fair, they aren’t dating anymore.”

That caused the team to snap out of their stupor. “What do you mean they aren’t dating anymore?” Cisco questioned, trying to comprehend how this all happened. “Did you guys break up?” Caitlin asked from her position beside Mick, who was laughing so hard that he held onto her shoulder for support.

Barry blinked at all his friends and family, asking himself how massive of a situation this led to. He shook his head and removed his gloves, taking Len’s hand and doing the same.

“Guys. I've been wearing a ring for the last 2 months. I haven't been hiding."

"We thought it was part of your... psuedo boyfriend scheme..."

Captain Singh was the first to get over the shock of everything and put all the information together. "So. For the last 2 years, you actually do have a boyfriend. Who's Leonard Snart. And not only did you tell us you were dating someone, you also flaunted your ring around, showing us you're engaged, and we didn't even believe it."

"Most people think the superspeed is what's unbelievable about me..."

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i‘m sorry ✨ | aaron hotchner x daughter!reader

this was requested by an Anon <3 

Prompt: #85 - “I wanted to apologize.” with Aaron Hotchner

Characters: Aaron Hotchner, Y/N Hotchner, Jack Hotchner, mention of Hayley Hotchner, Lola (BFF of Y/N), Jennifer Jareau, David Rossi

Warnings: none 

A/N: i worked really hard on this and i actually should be asleep by now bc of work tomorrow but i felt in the to write and please send me feedback! ily :))

wordcount: 2.424

„Still nothing?“, Lola asked Y/N, as the young teenage girl kept staring down on her phone.

„Nope. He didn´t reply or call.“, Y/N answered, sadness hiding in her big brown eyes. She had hoped so much that this one time her father would actually stay true to his word, but yet again, he broke his promise. Y/N wasn´t even surprised anymore.

„I´m gonna give him one last chance.“, she said as he dialed Hotch´s number again, hoping that her father would pick up and tell her that he´s on his way or that he´s just looking for a parking space. But nothing. He didn´t pick up.

Sighing deeply, Y/N hang up and turned her phone off.

„I´m sorry, Y/N/N.“, Lola tried to comfort her best friend who gave her a fake smile.

„It´s okay, I guess. He´s just busy saving the world which is more important.“, Y/N answered as she put her phone in her bag and grabbed her water bottle.

„But this isn´t right. You should be his number 1 priority. He promised to come tonight.“

„When did my father ever keep his promise?“, Y/N said as she walked towards the room of the room, „come on. Let´s go. We have somewhere to be.“, and with this the young girls got ready for their last cheerleading competition in highschool. A special event for which Y/N would have loved the presence of her father. But this would always remain a dream.

  Later as expected, Y/N came home from their victory celebration. They had won the competition with a perfect score. To celebrate, they went out to have dinner as a team. During this, Y/N completley forgot the time. During weekdays, she was supposed to be at home by 9. Now it was almost midnight. But Y/N found herself not caring about this. Her father didn´t care about her, so why should she care about pleasing him by coming home when he wanted her to? Carefully, Y/N put the key into the lock and tried to open the door as quiet as she could. When inside, she got rid of her shoes and jacket and placed her sports bag right next to her shoes. She then only grabbed her cell and went tot he kitchen to get something to drink when suddenly, the light turned on. Closing the fridge, she found her Dad standing opposite to her.

 „Care to tell me where you´ve been all night?“, he asked in his bossy voice.

Y/N rolled her eyes and tried to walk past her Dad who wasn´t having any of it and blocked her way.“

„Y/N, I think I asked you a question.“

„And I think you should find the answer to this question for yourself.“, Y/N hissed as she went to grab her bag. Right than and there, something inside Hotch´s mind clicked.

„Oh no..“, he groaned.

„Oh yes. I´m glad you´re remembering now, almost 6 hours after it.“

„Y/N, I´m…“

„Save it Dad! You´re not sorry. If you would be, you would finally change something. It´s not like we´re in this situation for the first time. I´m on this team ever since I joined Highschool 4 years ago and yet, you´ve only been tot wo competitions.“, Y/N argued, trying her best to keep her voice down, knowing that her little brother was upstairs sleeping. Jack didn´t need to her Y/N screaming at their Dad, which actually was, for once, at loss for words.

„Well, do you have anything to say about this or can I go up to my room now?“, the girl wondered as she stared at her father.

„I-I´m just…I´m sorry. You really need to believe me. I just forgot..work..it´s so busy and Strauss and I don´t know where my head is and I know this doesn´t make it better, but..“

„You´re right Dad! It´s actually making things worse! This was my last competition ever with this team. I´m graduating soon and there won´t be any more chances to see me compete. You missed the final chance. I told you how important this was for me and yet again you broke your promise….how in the world am I supposed to believe you that you care about me..about us?“, the girl hissed angrily, tears gathering in her eyes, which she tried so hard to hold back.

„This is not true and you know this. I care about the both of you, a lot. It´s just the job. It´s so stressful…“

„But JJ manages to be there whenever Henry has a game. How can she do this and you can´t? Why don´t you just say that you´re not interested in seeing me compete instead of building up my hopes everytime again, only to smash it back down in a heartbeat.“, and now, Y/N was openly sobbing.

Aaron stared at his daughter, his heart aching. He hated to see her like this, but there as nothing he could do right now to fix his mistake. He messed up, again. He wanted to change, to be a better Dad. But why is this so hard?

The duo stood in silence for about 5 minutes before Y/N whispered quietly: „You managed to break my trust in your promises completely. How am I ever supposed to believe a word you say again?“

„I know I messed up Y/N, and I don´t know what else to do instead of telling you I´m sorry over and over again.“

„You should actually mean it. Those shouldn´t be empty words, they should have a meaning.“

„They do. God, I care about the both of you so much and I´m so sorry that I hurt you this much. I can´t stand to see you like this. Please, what can I do to make things better?“, Aaron asked his daughter, basically begging her to help him out.

„Trade places with Mom.“, she said and went up to her room, closing the door to her room and breaking down against it.

   A few days passed by since the ugliest argument Y/N and Aaron ever had. The both oft hem didn´t speak to each other. Y/N couldn´t stand being in his presence right now; she only did so when they had breakfast before school, but only because of Jack, though the young boy could sense that something was wrong between the both of them. But Y/N also knew that the last thing she said to her Dad wasn´t okay as well. Nobody deserved to get told something like this and she felt horrible because of this. Yes, she missed her Mom´s and at the beginning, she blamed her Dad for what happened with Foyet. It had took her a while to understand that it wasn´t his fault and that he too lost someone very important. To wish him death just because he didn´t come to a stupid cheer comp wasn´t right, but yet again, Y/N wasn´t ready to forgive her Dad just like that.

The Hotchner´s just finished having breakfast when Jack grabbed Y/N by the arm.

„Y/N? Are you okay?“, he asked, looking up to his sister with sad eyes.

„Yeah…I´m fine. Why?“, she answered confused.

„Because you barely speak to us anymore and you just seem different.“

Y/N inwardly sighed and gave her brother the best smile she could bring up.

„I´m sorry buddy. I´m just…not really in a good mood. School is kicking my ass and I did something I´m not really proud of.“

„I´m sorry Y/N/N.“, Jack whispered as he hugged his sister tightly at which Y/N almost started to cry right there and then. He was so pure and innocent. She wished she could see life again through the eyes of a child.

When they let go of each other, Y/N grabbed her bag and went straight out of the door, only turning around to wave to her little brother and then she was gone.

„Daddy?“, Jack asked as he turned towards his Dad.

„Yeah, buddy?“

„You need to fix whatever happened. You´re the superhero. Fix it.“, and with that Jack got up as well, running up to his room.

If it only was that easy.

  „Hey Mom! Wow…it´s been a while since I´ve been here. I still think it´s weird to talk to you because all I see it this stone and some flowers but here we go.“, Y/N said as she placed down new flower she brought on her way to the cementery and than sat down next to the headstone. The young girl leant against it as she looked up into the sky. When she walked out the door this morning, she didn´t really have the intention to go to school. She needed a time out. So she decided to visit her Mom and get whatever was bothering her off her chest.

„I-I messed up Mom. Big time. I don´t know if I can fix this. I was just so angry and I said some hurtful things to Dad. I was just so furious that he didn´t keep his promise and put his job before me. And then, I just told him, straight in the face, that he should trade places with you. What kind of a daughter am I? I´m horrible.“, Y/N explained as tears ran down her cheeks, „I was hurting and still am. But I was so ridiculous. Really. I just….I miss you Mom. I miss you being here with us. I don´t know what to do most oft he times. I´m just so lost I guess. I still haven´t found my place after everything that happened and it´s been five years. It´s not Dad´s fault that he´s always so busy, but sometimes it just feels like that he doesn´t even care about us anymore. Like, I´m more at Jess´ place than I am in my own home. I just want things to go back to normal. But how do I do this? How do I fix this big mess?“

  „Y/N hasn´t spoken to me in over 4 days now and I think she won´t talk to me any time soon.“, Aaron sighed as he rubbed his face with his left hand, „I really messed up Dave.“

„Aaron, it wasn´t you´re fault that.“, Rossi started but got interrupted by the Unit Chief.

„Yes, Dave, it was. I promised my daughter to be there for her when she needed me and I broke this promise…again. How can she ever trust my words again? I´m her father for god´s sake.“

„But you´re also human, and human´s make mistakes. No one is perfect. It happens. You should just talk to eachother.“

„Last time we did that she ended up sobbing and wishing that I trade places with Hayley and to be honest, I sometimes question if..“

„Now stop right there, would you? We all know that she said that because she was mad and furious and that she actually didn´t mean this. So don´t put too much meaning into it. Here´s what´s going to happen tonight. You´re gonna leave this place at 3pm today to pick up your kids from school and then you sit down and have a nice long talk with your daughter..“

„How am I supposed to do that when she won´t even look at me?“

Right when Rossi was about to answer, Hotch´s phone rang and groaning inwardly, he picked it up.

„Hotchner? Yeah…that´s correct. What? Okay, thanks for informing me. I will look into it and get back to you. Thanks for letting me know. Bye.“, and with that he hung up again.

„What was that about?“, Rossi wanted to know.

„This was Y/N´s school. She hasn´t been attending classes today. Infact, no one heard from her all morning and since she or me didn´t call in sick for her, they called me and wanted to let me know.“

„I bet there is a simple explaination for that. She´s a teenager, going through a whirlwind of emotions right now.“

„I´m gonna call her. And then Garcia should track her phone.“, Aaron said as he picked up his phone and dialed the number of his eldest child. But nothing.

„She´s not answering. What if..“, Hotch started to panic. This couldn´t be it. This fight couldn´t be the last talk they every had. Where was she?

„Aaron, calm down.“

„I´m gonna calm down when I´ll know where my daughter is and..:“, and yet again, the two agents got interrupted by a know on the door.

„Come in!“, Hotch screamed and was greeted by JJ in the door. „Hey Hotch. You have a visitor.“, the blonde agent said and with that, she stepped aside revealing Y/N.

„Y/N…omg.“, the agent said as he stood up to go and hug his daughter who didn´t fight the embrace, „I was so concerned. The school just called and said that..“

„I wasn´t there. I was with Mom.“, Y/N whispered as she looked down on the floor.

Rossi and JJ slowly made their way out of the office to give the two oft hem some privacy.

„Y/N…I-I´m…“, Aaron started, but got interrupted by his daughter who started to sob and hug him hard.

„I´m so sorry Dad. I didn´t mean what I was saying. I-I was just s-so mad at you because you weren´t there a-and..“, she took a shaky breath, „what I said was mean and hurtful and not okay..and i´m so sorry. I feel so bad for it and I wanted to apologize.“

„Shhhhh, honey. No, it´s okay. You had every right to me angry at me. If all, it should be me apologizing to you. I´m so sorry that i disappointed you again. I really didn´t mean to do so, but everything just got a little to stressful and I´m just lost…you know. I mean, it´s been 5 years already, but I´m still not cut out to be a single father. And I-I don´t know. I´m really really sorry….“, Aaron apologized and also had a few tears in his eyes.

„Guess we´re both just a little lost in life.“, Y/N laughed and wiped her tears away, stepping back from her Dad.

„Maybe…but I´m gonna work on it. I´m gonna work on myself. For you guys. I care about you. I love you both. You´re my life, my everything. I need you guys. Please, give me a second chance.“

Y/N smiled up at her father, before speaking again: „I know you do and I´m sorry for thinking otherwise. Guess we both have to work on ourselves, huh?“

Hotch smiled down at his daughter and engulfed her in another hug: „I love you, Y/N/N. Always.“

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every single one for the masterpiece asks

tysm ily

mona lisa: what makes you feel most beautiful?

idk tbh. probably just outside compliments

starry night: what is your favorite constellation?

you would think because of my name that it’s Orion but actually it is Andromeda!

the scream: do you have an unusual fear? 

I have pretty normal fears but I fear them to a very abnormal degree 

birth of venus: do you have a favorite myth? if so, what is it?

Andromeda and Cassiopeia! also p much anything to do with Poseidon in genral 

pieta: who is the most important person in your life?

my friends! cant pick just one

las meninas: describe your ideal day

basically just hanging out and doing things with my friends! doesnt rlly matter what

girl with a pearl earring: what is your favorite form of expression?

music. specifically playing cello

david: do you think beauty is defined, or a matter of opinion?

definitely opinion!

the kiss: what is one thing in life that you love?

books!

the creation of adam: what is your first memory?

my third birthday party! it was blues clues themed and at the park

american gothic: what career do you want to have in the future?

science teacher!!

guernica: tell a story - any story you like

once my friends and I were at a denny’s taking that kink test because we needed something to do and we were discussing the questions as we did it and my friend got to the question asking if you would ever consider paying for porn and she said no so I exclaimed “you wouldn’t pay for porn?” RIGHT as the waitress came to ask how our food was. it was awkward but hilarious

nighthawks: where do you spend most of your time, outside of school/work and home?

libraries and bookstores probably

the son of man: what is one aspect of your personality that you would say defines you?

umm probably my sense of humor?

the thinker: when do you most often find yourself lost in thought?

pretty much any time I’m alone or bored

lavender mist: where do you find joy in life? 

mostly in fictional worlds and with my friends

water lily pond: do you enjoy nature? if so, why? if not, why not?

I enjoy most nature from afar though technically everything around us is nature. the only “nature” I really love to be around is the ocean

the persistence of memory: what is the most vivid dream that you can recall?

hmm I recently had a dream about reading to chandler bing from friends and I think he was my boyfriend? 

school of athens: do you know any unusual facts? 

SO MANY. I love unusual facts. one of my favorite space things is neutron stars and a fact about them is that they’re so dense and heavy, a single cubic centimeter of one would sink all the way through earth if you set it on the ground. another space fact is that there’s a nebula visible like in the orion constellation called the orion nebula. it’s a star forming region and is gorgeous (I recommend googling pictures of it!) and a cat one is that the frequency of a cats purrs has been shown to regenerate tissue at a faster rate, meaning that purring could be a cats way of self healing! (and if youre ever injured who knows maybe placing a purring cat on you will help)

winged victory: what is your greatest achievement?

it’s kinda lame that this is my greatest achievement because most people like do real things outside of academics but I got a perfect score on the reading section of the ACT

#ask games #long post #personal #ask

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do............. all of them

omg emily thank you ily

Purple: 10 facts about my room

1. the walls are a terrible shade of green (not my choice)

2. my favourite poster on my wall is my Brain Salad Surgery poster and sometimes i spend hours just looking at Keith bc he makes me happy

3. i don’t have any shelves so i keep my records lined up on the floor and there are so many of them that they take up approx. 1/3 of my floor

4. i have a glass drafting table that i love, and when i did more graphite drawings i used to have it tilted up all the time, but ever since i started doing more paintings, it’s been set flat (plus there’s a bunch of shit on it)

5. there is a caricature of myself and keith emerson holding hands on my wall (done by a lovely woman i met in the last hospital i stayed in)

6. i also have a lot of my own art on my walls (foxtrot painting, abacab fantasies, steve winwood painting, bloody piano, rush logo, smirky tony banks, red keith, a thing i did for david bowie, a bloody flower, and the valentine i made for keith)

7. i have 4 (used to have 5) calendars on my wall and they’re all out of date

8. i have a copy of queen’s Hot Space vinyl on my wall and also a ceramic mask with balloons on it

9. the records i can see from the spot i’m sitting at right now are Honky by Keith Emerson, the first Asia album, The Kids Are Alright by the Who, and Love Beach by ELP

10. i keep the following things on my bed: first off i have my purple/pink/blue comforter and the matching sheets and pillow cases (2 pillows), and then i have a throw blanket that’s black and white and very soft; a really thin and cool to the touch Mickey Mouse sheet that was my mom’s in the 70s (i like to snuggle it in the summer bc its somehow always cold); greg lake pillow (from my own redbubble); a star shaped rainbow pillow (i call him carl !!) which i got from my sister; a hello kitty bunny (don’t remember the character’s name) plushie with a carrot (i call him keith ♥️️) which is one of the toys i had as a baby; Mr. Bonks the giant panda plushie which was a valentine’s gift; and most importantly !! keith blanket (from the amazing @moogotron) and keith pillow (which i bought myself) !! my most prized possessions !!

Blue: 9 facts about my family

1. we’re chinese/costa rican

2. we usually just speak english but sometimes we speak ~spanglish~

3. i have a love/hate relationship with my sister

4. i’m decently close with my parents although my dad can be an asshole

5. my brother is dead to me bc he gave me PTSD and basically killed my innocence

6. my entire family is fairly ableist except my mom who at least tries to be understanding

7. i have one nephew (age 6) who is my brother’s child, and two nieces (aged almost 2 and the other is 1 month) and they’re my sister’s children

8. i have 2 kitties !! they’re twins from my old cat and their names are Coda and Kenai (from Brother Bear) !! coda is my smol and good prince and he spends every night in my bed (he’s actually asleep next to me rn) and is like,, in love with me (krista calls him a “humany” bc hes like the opposite of a furry). kenai is enormous like a vet once told me he’s the largest cat she’s ever seen and its true he’s very bode and that’s like,, the only way to tell them apart bc they look exactly the same except their weight, and kenai has a kink in the very end of his tail 

9. i’m not that close with my family i don’t know what else to say

Green: 8 facts about appearance

1. hmm my hair is really dark brown and it’s feathered

2. i have a singular white hair that i was born with and still have

3. i have long legs but short arms

4. smol and sad (but perky) boobs

5. i do like my cute nose and lips

6. i have a really tiny waist and rather wide hips

7. i’m 5′7″?? idk

8. my back hurts rn

Yellow: 7 facts about my childhood

1. it was terrible

2. i didn’t have a childhood

3. we were extremely poor and everyone ignored me bc they were too busy dealing with my siblings’ legal trouble and such

4. my body was used and nobody cared 

5. i was a “gifted” child so nobody read me bedtime stories or helped me or like,, spent time with me after the age of like 4

6. i never really had friends, and nobody my age lived near me so i spent every weekend alone and neither of my siblings seemed to even remember i existed, nor my parents, so

7. my dad yelled at me so much for bothering him or asking him questions or asking to hang out with him that i’m perpetually scared of people yelling and will cry if someone yells at me

Orange: 6 facts about my home town

1. i do not even think i can fit in 6 facts about my hometown

2. its less than 700 people

3. more churches than homes

4. we have a single eatery and basically its a parking lot with a tiny building where you go up to the window and order things like hot dogs (theyre actually p good not gonna lie)

5. ummmmmmmmmmmmm

6. i hate it

Red: 5 facts about my best friend

i don’t want any of my friends to feel left out here so i’ll give u a fact abt my closest pals

1. @moogotron is a slut (jk heres a real fact abt her: she once fell out of a stationary car and now has a scar on her temple)

2. @auroreamethyste has the same special interest as me !!! eeeee !!! (actually when i first thought of a fact for you, my mind went to the nutcracker story but i don’t know if it’s okay to share it XD)

3. @dumbfaceadventureland knows so much about birds???? i am truly amazed and whenever i see birds i think of her

Pink: 4 facts about my parents

1. my dad has seen pink floyd like 3 times

2. my mom once had a fax conversation with jon bon jovi

3. todd rundgren took my dad sledding in the 80s (they lived in the same town, woodstock NY)

4. my dad was in the studio with the band when foghat recorded “slow rider” (to sum it up my dad knows a lot of famous musicians)

White: 3 facts about my personality

1. aaa difficult question hmm well i spend about 3/4s of my day in a childish mood where i kinda feel like i’m 5 years old and i want to cuddle up in cute pyjamas and stuff idk how to describe this it just happens

2. bold and brash (aka belongs in the trash) seriously though i’m not bold or brash at all (but i do belong in the trash)

3. i’m more like a soft mouse who likes to spend a lot of time thinking

Grey: 2 facts about my favorite things

favourite material items?

1. keith pillow !! and keith blanket !! the two most wonderful objects i own they’re so soft and covered with my beautiful keith

2. i carry them around constantly like, literally everywhere i go i take keith pillow with me (easier to carry than keith blanket, though i take him with me sometimes too)

Black: 1 fact about the person I like

1. beautiful blue eyes, soft sandy brown hair, plays a various amount of keyboards, is in emerson lake and palmer

eeee thanks again !

#ask #/long post #emily #dumbfaceadventureland

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How We Are Staying Safe and Sane in the Age of Quarantine | Staff Article

As the days of quarantine due to the novel cornoavirus continue to pile up, it is all too easy to lose track of oneself, let alone what day of the week it is. This holds equally true for the Ones To Watch staff who currently find themselves under a lockdown in Los Angeles that is set to continue at least until the end of April. 

So, what exactly do we do when stuck at home for the foreseeable future? Play a lot of Animal Crossing and finally learn to cook with the leftovers in our freezer. This is how the Ones To Watch staff is staying safe and sane in the age of quarantine.

Island Escapism 

Animal Crossing: New Horizons could not have arrived at a better time. Amongst my friend group, the latest entry of the popular franchise is the first foray into the series for many of us, myself included. 

The part-life-simulator, part-resource-management game populated by adorable creatures gives a virtual space for us to visit each other’s houses, exchange clothes, and create our own a little oasis on a deserted island. It is the antithesis of the current state of the world. More than anything, this far too charming video game has served as a crucial bit of island life escapism in these uncertain times we currently find ourselves. I also now have the freedom to spend three hours making a rendition of the lofi hip-hop study girl in Animal Crossing, so there’s that.

-Maxamillion Polo

Cheez-Its, White Claw, and Home Decor

I don’t even know what day of quarantine we’re at anymore, but mine has consisted mostly of extra toasty Cheez-Its and the new flavors of White Claw (tangerine, ily). It’s been a hard health balance, because I feel like I’m working out more with all the IG Live-stream Hot 8 Yoga classes but the amount I’ve been boredom-eating has easily quadrupled. So… I’m over here being proud of myself for getting on my yoga mat, then quickly disappointed after my four Domino’s pizzas get delivered.

On a brighter note, I moved into a new house during the past two weeks! If you think about it, quarantine is probably the best possible time to move because you have no option but to unpack the 5,000 boxes staring at you as you turn on Animal Crossing. 

-Paige MacDonald

Anime and Virtual Connections

Anime. Lots of it. Recently "borrowed" my buddy's Hulu subscription and they have a ton of great ones. Currently rewatching Yu Yu Hakusho. What a classic. Aside from that, I recently bought Animal Crossing and that's always a chill time. OH! Lots of facetime. I actually call my friends like every 30 minutes. They hate it. But they love me so it's fine. Ah ha haaaaaaa. . .  Y'all ever just lie down in bed and wonder what your next show is going to be?

-Green Lee

Chopped: Quarantine Edition

Chopped: Quarantine Edition – how I now approach all meals during quarantine. Whether it’s using the ingredients in my cabinet that I would normally never touch or only having access to short ribs and Turbot because everything else is sold out during my weekly supermarket runs, I am definitely ramping up my culinary game. Watch out Le Cordon Bleu, you’ve got some tough competition.

-Hayley Henning

Foreign Films

Oh the age of social distancing, a time where we as humans are forced to confront the very real limits of our physical and mental capacity. While millions look for ways to better themselves in our newfound reality, I’ve decided to use my solitude to finally dive into the world of foreign film.

Gone are the days I limit my cinematic consumption to a single language. I shudder to think of the stories I have missed due to an unjustified aversion to subtitles. With humanity in a rare moment of global unity, what better time to engage with international narratives?

This quarantine season, I pledge to broaden my scope.

-Alec Wing

Waffles and TikTok Dances

With the world going on pause, and most of humanity taking time to stay in their homes and avoid the madness occurring, I’ve taken it upon myself to focus on becoming the best person I can. I’ve decided to master my chef skills without completely running through my quarantine stock. 

Some of my dishes include an ice cream waffle sandwich, bacon-wrapped sausage Links on a waffle, or anything that tastes good with waffles. I’ve also decided to start learning as many TikTok dances as possible to impress my peers when I’m back in the office. Stay safe. Stay wildin’. Wash ya hands kids and isolate.

-Joey Leggitino

Fresh Air

We constantly get lost in our screens – for fun, for work, for idling hours that just seem to fade away. But as the word “lockdown” becomes more pervasive and “stay home” grows synonymous with “stay safe,” fresh air has been the solace of my quarantine. Simply stepping outside my front door for a nice brisk walk around my neighborhood has proven more grounding than nearly any answer I’ve found by way of my newsfeed. Connect with the sun.

Also, connect with your loved ones. A phone call, a video chat, any form of truly engaging goes a long way right now during this bizarrely universal phenomenon. We’re all home, we’re all washing our hands. When you think of someone, call them. Rarely do we know that the person at the other end is (likely) as bored and as openhearted as you are when you make the call. 

-Alexa Schoenfeld

Running and Rom-Coms

Running and rom-coms. That’s pretty much all that’s been occupying my time during the lockdown in LA. As someone who has an unhealthy obsession with SoulCycle, I’ve been trying my best to fill the void by running outside and using Aaptiv, a workout app that has guided outdoor runs. I’ve also been binging rom-coms at an embarrassingly high rate. My top five on Netflix to watch if you want a reminder of how single you are: Set It Up, Life As We Know It, He’s Just Not That Into You, Her, and Valentine’s Day.

-Rachael Jansky

Bon Mots & Bon Appetite

I'd love to post that I've read these books in the week since I've been social distancing, but these are old music adjacent favorites that will serve you well. All are available on Amazon and kindle if deliveries in your area are delayed: A Visit From the Goon Squad by Jennifer Egan, A Brief History of Seven Killings by Marlon James, Kill Your Friends by John Niven.

I am no gourmand, so trust assured all I recommend is easy, especially if your prior version of cooking consented of warming things up. What you really need are the right tools, and short of martial law, all are available at your local major supermarket, Target, Walmart or the like.

Vacum-Sealer: If you, like me, hated cooking primarily because common recipes created a meal for four-plus people and you don't want to repetitively eat said meal for days on end, the vacuum sealer is your solution.

Sous-Vide: This process essentially allows for the most difficult part of cooking to be waylaid, cooking at the right temperature for the right amount of time. How about a device that heats up water to exact temperature and then turns itself off when it's done, its apocalyptic cooking done right. Paired with the vacuum sealer above (although most freezer quality plastic bags work as well), veggies, fish, meat all cook perfectly to the time needed. For flavor, a quick sear, broil or bake makes the ingredients indistinguishable from professional restaurants. Voilà, you are a chef.

-David O’Connor

#qurantine #co-vid19 #cornoavirus #animal crosing new horizons

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Armchair Analyst: What to expect from the rest of the Leg 2 madness

November 9, 20181:14PM EST

Let me sum up Leg 2 of the Cascadia version of the Western Conference semifinals:

Dairon Asprilla lives for #MLSCupPlayoffs.

In his #MLS regular season career:

79 games 3,579 minutes 5 goals 6 assists

In the playoffs:

10 games 563 minutes 3 goals 4 assists 1 winning penalty in shootout

He has all kinds of dance moves, too!#SEAvPOR #RCTID #MLS  pic.twitter.com/eQ8v8BOoVR

— #ThankYouDeuce (@JogaBonito_USA) November 9, 2018

Five years from now, or 10, or 25, when someone mentions “The Dairon Asprilla Game,” Thursday night is what they will be referring to, and the above is why. Asprilla came on for the final 18 minutes – on the wing, not at center forward, mind you – and completely changed the game for the visitors. He bagged a goal and an assist, put in the world’s most honest defensive shift, and capped it off with the series-winning penalty in the shootout.

The game was beautiful, glorious madness. It was pure MLS. If we’re lucky we’ll get more of it this weekend.

Sporting KC v. Real Salt Lake

CURRENTLY: 1-1 on aggregate (SKC have an away goal)

What Sporting need to do: The biggest thing is to get on the ball more. SKC can still press you into mistakes, as they did for Diego Rubio’s equalizer, but this team is more of a possession team than anything else, and in Leg 1 they didn’t do much of that to speak of. If you’re not using the ball well, then you’re not making the defense react to you, and if you’re not making the defense react to you, then you’re not pulling the defense out of position. And if you’re not pulling the defense out of position, then they’re not going to be giving you big, inviting gaps – the kinds that Johnny Russell and Daniel Salloi love – to hit from the wing.

Know who struggled the most? D-mid Ilie Sanchez. He’s normally neat and tidy and able to get on the ball and dictate the pace of the game and hit a million short passes and OH MY GOD WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!!!!!!

That looks like the storyboard from a slasher flick. It’s the most un-Ilie passing map I’ve ever seen from him.

RSL made his life miserable, constantly hurrying him and leaving him bereft of outlets or options, so he spent damn near the full 90 minutes mailing it to Topeka every chance he got.

Not a great strategy, but it wasn’t fatal, either. They got the road result and are heavy favorites because of it.

What RSL need to do: Somehow reprise the defensive effort of the first game and prevent SKC from getting any sort of rhythm, AND carve out better chances despite the loss of Albert Rusnak to yellow card accumulation, AND exploit the space in behind when Graham Zusi overlaps despite the fact that the Claret-and-Cobalt haven’t really played with a pace-and-space winger over there.

My guess is it’ll be Joao Plata as a very inverted left wing, with Corey Baird as a channel-running center forward and Damir Kreilach as a pseudo No. 10 beneath him. I’d watch for Baird to make diagonal runs away from goal into that space Zusi vacated, while Plata dives inside to play with Kreilach.

Also: They can’t give up anything off of set pieces, especially early. If RSL give up a cheapie in the first half they’ll be forced to really chase, the game, which will leave them stretched. At that point, I’d bet on SKC scoring three.

Atlanta United v. NYCFC

CURRENTLY: 1-0 Atlanta (Atlanta have an away goal)

What Atlanta need to do: This is going sound cliched, but the honest-to-god most important thing for the Five Stripes is to match the intensity of the moment. They were superb at it in Leg 1, dominating NYCFC for the first 45 before making an appropriate halftime sub, but throughout their brief MLS existence they’ve usually fallen short in those moments – last year’s Knockout Round loss to Columbus, the way they got dominated at Red Bull Arena in September, and the utter collapse on Decision Day that cost them the Supporters’ Shield.

This team has, more often than not, failed in those moments. Leg 1 was a break from that script as they imposed their intensity upon a good opponent with everything on the line, and won a rock fight. If you’re an Atlanta fan you should be thrilled about that.

You should also be thrilled about that 45-minute cameo by Miguel Almiron, who was the best player on the pitch before coming out at the half. Chances are he’s well-rested and close to 90 fit after another week to recover.

Even on the tight confines of Yankee Stadium Almiron was able to extend the field both on and off the ball, and force the NYCFC backline into copious amounts of emergency defense. At home, with more room to work in…

I’d expect at least a few moments that look a lot like that.

What NYCFC need to do: The No. 1 job is to avoid the above, at least until desperation time. If they spent a bunch of the game chasing Almiron and and Josef Martinez into green acres, their postseason stay will be brief and tragic for the third straight year.

On the other side of the ball, they’ve got to get on the damn ball and put it on Maxi Moralez’s foot, preferably in the central channels at least a little bit. My colleague Ben Baer did a really good job of breaking down how the Five Stripes shut down the NYCFC attack, and it largely boiled down to “starve Maxi, starve the team.”

The Cityzens got marginally more dangerous when they subbed Jo Inge Berget on and went to something of a two-forward set up, as the big man was able to pull defenders away from Moralez and David Villa. If I was Dome Torrent I’d try to keep it scoreless though 70, then replicate that look for the final 20 minutes and toss the dice that Almiron will be too exhausted to punish you on the counter.

To be clear: I don’t think NYCFC can beat Atlanta in Atlanta in a must-win game by going toe-to-toe with them for 90 minutes. Their last road win over a playoff team was waaaaay back on March 4, literally Week 1 of this crazy season of ours.

But if they keep it scoreless for 70, then make some big, bold changes, maybe a bit of magic happens.

Nothing but respect to Dome for calling Atlanta a bunch of divers, by the way.

New York Red Bulls v. Columbus Crew SC

CURRENTLY: 1-0 Columbus (no away goals)

What RBNY need to do: Beat Columbus by two goals, which is something they’ve managed just once in their last 13 meetings. Playing the Crew is hard.

Why? Because Columbus happily play right through the RBNY press when they can, and happily play right over it when they must:

Chris Armas has talked about amping up the intensity for Leg 2, and that’s a start. The Red Bulls weren’t bad in Leg 1, but they were at least a little bit flat – they almost never hurried Columbus – and when the margins are small (as they always are this time of year), that can/usually is the difference.

Another thing to consider: RBNY had a super disappointing result in Leg 1 of last year’s Conference Semifinals as well, against Toronto FC. Jesse Marsch changed things up in the second leg, going to a 4-4-2 diamond with Tyler Adams (!!!) as the attacking tip, specifically to take away TFC’s ability to build from deep in midfield.

It worked. Adams dominated Michael Bradley that game and without that deep midfield outlet, TFC spent the full 90 on the front foot. Only some unfortunately familiar playoff finishing cost the Red Bulls a series they could/arguably should have won.

I would be surprised if Armas went as experimental in this game, but “cut Wil Trapp out of the equation” does make a lot of sense if you want to get the Crew shook.

What Columbus need to do: Surviving the first 20 minutes is key, because they absolutely will get blitzed. It’s a shame, from a Crew SC perspective, that they’ll be without the injured Niko Hansen, whose speed would’ve opened up Route 1 as a viable over-the-top countermeasure for when New York put all 10 field players in the attacking half (which is how I expect the opening 20 to play out).

If/when they survive the first 20, it becomes a process of repeatability in possession – i.e., just do what you always do and trust the system that got you here – and danger mitigation elsewhere. That might mean Zack Steffen, 40 yards off his line, sweeping the ball away, or it might mean Jonathan Mensah launching it to Row Z. It might also mean both fullbacks playing just slightly lower than usual so as to avoid getting stretched.

Basically, though, they just need to score a goal. If they do that, then the Red Bulls need three, and if that’s the case I really, really like the Massive’s chances.

One More Thing to Ponder

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