#I’m not trying to brag I’m just really proud of myself

[detentiontrack]

Just got accepted into the final college I applied to!! This means I got into EVERY single college I applied to AND all of their highly competitive psychology programs!!!

#here in California the psychology major is really impacted #so they are really selective on who gets into their psych programs #this is going to do wonders for my imposter syndrome #I really thought I would get rejected from every college I applied to and would have to try again next year #I’m not trying to brag I’m just really proud of myself

[ericityyy]

Hi!

Can i request a fluff georgie x reader where he is head over heals with her?

The family dont know who she is (just sheldon bcs they are in the same university and she is very smart), but one day georgie takes her back home to hang out as friends and the family falls in love with how kind smart and charming she is and they are like: "this is the one for him"

Your writing is wholesome 😚

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐞

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘎𝘦𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘦’𝘴 “𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥” 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘰𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘍𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺

𝙏𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙚: 𝘍𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘉𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘹 𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘵

𝙏𝙮𝙥𝙚: 𝘍𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧

𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝘾𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 1,632

𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

Sometimes when you look at someone you like, you get this feeling of time slowing down around you but fast forwarding to the moment you imagine yourself with that person. That feeling is what Georgie experiences when with her. Y/N L/N. There are many beautiful girls around the world, but nothing can compare to her.

She’s beautiful in his eyes, no matter what setting they are in, whether it is dark or not. She glows in his eyes. When it’s bright, she’s the cause. When it’s crowded, she’s the only one he sees. When they’re alone, nothing else matters. Needless to say, Georgie will always be proud to admit that he is down bad for this girl, and yet he couldn’t find the courage to do it in front of her.

It is no secret that Georgie is not particularly the smartest one in the family; however, that does not mean that he is dumb. He’s smart in his own way. Everyone is. It’s always comforting when she tells Georgie that he’s not dumb, as other people put it. In her words, she is "book smart” and the boy is “street smart," to which the latter agrees since Y/N does not go outside much.

There’s more ways to enjoy herself in the comfort of her home, more specifically in her room, where all her books and experiments reside.

That’s why she was left confused when she found herself at Dairy Queen with Georgie. How he convinced her to hang outside, she doesn’t know. Clearly it was one of Georgie’s talents to be so convincing. Partly, it was because Y/N couldn’t say no to the boy.

“After graduating high school, I just go to Dr. Sturgis’ class for the hell of it.” Y/N explains while scooping up some ice cream, “My parents are trying to convince me to go to a university and finish my studies altogether; honestly, they just want to brag to our relatives that I graduated college at such a young age.” She furrowed her eyebrows while letting out a bitter smile. “Don’t get me wrong, I love my parents, but I don’t want to rush into college, y'know? I just want to take a break from studying, but I gave them a chance to let me enroll in Dr. Sturgis’ class, but only in his class so technically, still not in college.” Y/N laughed slightly before turning her attention to the person she’s with.

Georgie nodded his head at times when Y/N was telling her story, and the girl noticed, “I’m sorry, I’ve been talking about myself; how about you? What’s the latest news going on with Mr. Georgie Cooper?" The girl smirked smugly at the boy in front of her, making the said boy chuckle nervously.

“Nothing much, really.” Georgie shrugged, not knowing what to tell, “Just the usual, religious mom, coach dad, carefree meemaw, chaotic little sister, know it all little brother, y'know the normal.”

Y/N laughed at his description of his family. Nothing is normal with the Coopers, that’s for sure, but that’s what makes them so unique in a way that the girl wants to have the pleasure of meeting them. And because of that, she blurted out, “They sound fun; it’ll be a joy to meet them personally.” She not-so-subtly hinted to Georgie, who stopped scooping his ice cream.

“Why? "Georgie squinted his eyes confusingly, not really understanding why the girl wanted to meet his family.

Y/N shrugged, playing with her spoon. “Nothing really; I just want to meet them. Is that okay?" She then asked, losing confidence in her voice, which, again, the boy noticed.

“It’s okay, just don’t let them freak you out.”

"Oh, please, how bad can they be?”

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“Y/N, what were your thoughts in Dr. Sturgis’ class today? I think it was motivational. Then again, it’s not like I don’t know what the contents of his lessons are anyway.” Sheldon arrogantly bragged as he walked alongside the older girl. Although he did not know he was being arrogant, it’s just the way he presents himself to people. And Y/N has come to terms with that.

Y/N decided to humor the younger boy as they walked outside the university. “Well, I think Dr. Sturgis made a mistake during his lecture.” Sheldon looked up at her, confused with his face all frowning. “What do you mean by mistake? I’m sure I would have recognized the mistake that Dr. Sturgis made.”

The girl was about to answer when they heard a car honking, startling Sheldon in the process, before they both noticed it was “Georgie!” Y/N exclaimed, a huge smile on her face seeing her friend. She ran up to the car as the boy got out of it to open the passenger door for her.

“Ma’am, your service awaits.” Georgie pretended to tip his imaginary hat. “Why, thank you, kind sir," while Y/N attempted to mimic a British accent, almost doing it perfectly.

“Georgie?” Sheldon asked, confused as he walked to his older brother’s car, "What are you doing here? Where’s Meemaw? Will you be the one taking me home? ”

Georgie sighed a bit annoyed. “Meemaw is a bit busy right now, so I volunteered to pick you up, also because Y/N will be joining us for dinner.”

“Huh. Well, that’s delightful to hear.” Sheldon opened the backseat door, waiting for his brother to come in before speaking again. "Delightful, as in Y/N joining us for dinner and not you picking me up.”

“Would you like to walk home? ”

“No.”

“Georgie!”

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“We’re home!” Georgie shouted once they came inside the door of their home. The Cooper household, it was nerve-wracking for Y/N to experience this kind of situation. She didn’t grow up with that many friends due to her isolating herself most of the time. But there’s a first time for everything.

Sheldon, after pestering Y/N with what mistake Dr. Sturgis made in his lecture, went to his bedroom to drop off his briefcase, but not before telling Y/N that “This isn’t over, L/N.” Y/N raised an eyebrow at the walking boy before turning back to the nearing footsteps.

Mary came face-to-face with Y/N, not being familiar with her. “Hi, I’m sorry. Who are you?” She asked, not wanting to be rude but wanting to know this stranger inside her house.

"Oh, where are my manners?” Y/N offered her hand to the woman, giving her a beaming smile. “I’m Y/N, Mrs. Cooper. I was invited by your eldest son to dinner, but now I figure that you weren’t informed of my presence here in your humble abode.” The girl then turned to Georgie, who shrugged with a smile on his face. “I wouldn’t want to possibly intrude.”

Mary waved a hand in the girl’s direction before shaking hands with her. “Nonsense, darling, I’m happy that Georgie made friends with a gorgeous girl like yourself, and you may call me Mary.” The woman then led them to the dining table, not noticing that Y/N elbowed Georgie once her back turned to them. The boy crouches in pain, not before seeing Y/N’s overly sweet smile.

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“So you mean to say that you go to the same classes with Sheldon at the university?" Missy questioned, interested in the new girl placed between Sheldon and Georgie. “And you survived being with him? Oh, I like you.”

Sheldon looked offended by his sister’s insult before looking content with their mother scolding the twin girl.

“It’s not much of a challenge anyway; I like Sheldon’s wit. It amuses me.” Y/N laughed at Sheldon’s arrogant expression.

“Do you have any religion, Y/N?” Mary asked hopefully. So far, she really likes the girl between her sons; the woman thinks that the girl is the one for Georgie.

Y/N nodded, swallowing her food before answering, “I was born and baptized a Christian, as my family is all Christians.” Mary, after receiving the answer, smiled widely at that, looking at George, motioning her head toward the girl excitedly.

“You mentioned that you graduated high school? At what age?” It was now George’s turn to ask; they were all taking turns getting to know the girl, and by that, it meant questioning her.

“Yes, Mr. Cooper. I actually graduated high school when I was 13. And now, I’m thinking about when I’m going to enroll fully in a university to get my degree. I haven’t really thought about going to college any time soon; basically, Dr. Sturgis’ lectures are just hobbies in a way.”

“And what exactly is your relationship with our Georgie here?” Connie finally asked what most of them were thinking, casually drinking a beer. Y/N choked on her pasta, with Georgie patting her back gently and offering her water, which she took. The boy noticed his family eyeing his actions toward Y/N; he sent them an eye roll.

“We’re just friends, Meemaw," Georgie answered, fighting back the urge to confess his feelings right there and then. But he figured to take this more privately than out in the open with his family present. That doesn’t really scream romantic to him.

Y/N paid no mind to his answer and rubbed her thumb on the back of his hand, smiling at him. "Thanks, darling.” She was grateful for him taking care of her when she was nearly dying earlier. “Don’t mention it, dear.” Georgie smiled back.

They didn’t notice the eyes on them, as they only saw each other right now. Needless to say, the family found the one for Georgie Cooper. He did too.

“I still don’t recall Dr. Sturgis’ mistake earlier.” Well, it was good while it lasted.

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑’𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄

i am so happy receiving your request :’> you’re my first ever request in this app and i was lowkey losing hope. but thank you so much for requesting this and i hope this lives up to your expectation.

pls don’t be a ghost reader.

#georgie cooper #georgie cooper x reader #x reader #oneshot #young sheldon #fluff #cooper family #request #friends to lovers #friends #lovers #imagine #fem reader #book smart x street smart #book smart #street smart

[girlokwhatever]

Helloooo, so I’ve a request, I’ve had the most horrible Paige Bueckers brain-rot and I just can’t stop thinking about Paige with an ice-hockey player gf, and as a hockey player myself I’m dying only thinking about her coming to reader’s games and being all soft and caring when she comes home with bruises and cuts, things of the sort, omg I’m so in love

ask and you shall receive

paige bueckers x hockey player!reader

༘⋆🌷🫧🏒₊˚ෆ⊹ ࣪ ˖ paige with a hockey player gf,,

— first and foremost, she goes to watch every possible game whenever she can

— brags to all her friends about you being a D1 hockey star

- “my girlfriend is literally the highest ranked hockey player in the state”

— she’s always so scared that you’ll get hurt or get cut on the bottom of someone’s skate

- one time you got pushed and fell really hard on the ice. it left a massive bruise and she spent two whole weeks putting ache relief gel on it (unnecessary but she’s determined)

— out of her seat and screaming the second someone lays their hand or stick on you because wtf….?!

- she’s gotta protect her girl

— the first time she watched she didn’t know any of the rules

- she’d shout “set a screen” or some shit and everyone’s like…. what???

— she’ll try to argue with the refs after the game if they made a bad call

- will lowkey follow one to the bathroom or something just to complain

— you taught her everything she knows and now she’s a dedicated hockey fan

— literally watched it on her own time so she could learn faster and impress you

- “that backchecking you did was absolutely nasty”

- “how do you know what that is?”

— will steal your helmet and put it on or hide it from you

— during basketball season she can’t be there as much for practices and stuff but she’s so concerned if you come back with a cut or something

- insists you lay down so she can bandage you (literally puts on aquaphor and a bandaid) but she’s so sweet and caring about it

— you tried to teach her how to ice skate but… it failed dramatically

— she has so much respect for you cause she knows its so hard

— cheers for you so loud (and she brings all her friends to cheer with her)

— makes you posters but they’re kinda silly and stupid (she’s getting there guys)

— you convinced your coach to let her sit with the team during games if she’s alone

— the team LOVVESSS her guys i’m not even joking

— one time she bought a post-game meal for the whole team (nil paycheck don’t play)

— you like to smother her with your legs cause you know they’re strong (wink wink)

— became friends with the moms of everyone on the team (she’s one of them now fr)

— takes pictures and videos when you score or make a good play (proud gf)

— picks you up from practice and always asks how it went

— trust she’s got a shirt with your last name and jersey number on it

— “so do you ever get, like, cold out there?”

- “paige.”

+*:ꔫ:*﹤𖡎•·.·''·.·•⍣ ೋ𐦍༘⋆

this request was cute!! i had fun with it

also,,, PT.2 for “nice surprise” is either coming tonight or tomorrow so be on the lookout 😘😘

#paige buckets #paige bueckers #uconn wbb #paige bueckers smut #paige bueckers x reader #uconn huskies #uconn women’s basketball #hockey

[pumpkzsafeplace]

baby pumpkin tips: going on a big appointment.

appointments can be scary, believe me i understand <3. so hopefully some of pumpkin’s top tips can help you feel a little bit more confident the next time you have to go to any sort of appointment <3.

-> knowing what is happening.

now a lot of people tend to forget this easy step, but havingthe knowledge of why you’re at the appointment and what is about to happen can help so so so much with your anxiety. you see, anxiety feeds off the unknown.

it likes to make up hypothetical scenarios about things you’re fearful off to get that panicked reaction out of you. so, if you were to know what was going on- it blocks their chance of being able to frighten you, giving you a winning start to this long battle <3.

-> getting a good night’s sleep.

sleep is super duper important, especially before an appointment. your body needs to be at its best, so it can not only protect you but itself <3.

but, I understand how hard it to sleep when you’re scared of an upcoming task so my advice would be to do your best to distract yourself: watch some comedy movies, drink some tea, read a good book, bake some cookies- anything to keep your mind distracted a little. <3

-> be comfortable.

this is another big one for me, if I’m uncomfortable or insecure in anyway then I’d be a mess outside. so, when I know I have an appointment coming up, I’ll make sure the clothes I think are the comfiest and make me feel less insecure are available to wear. I’ll also add a touch of makeup too to make myself feel comfortable and confident leaving the house. honestly, it helps so so much and puts you in a braver mindset <3.

-> distractions.

distractions are another big one for me, for after and before the appointment. before the appointment things like music and fidget toys are really good at helping you keep a balanced and grounded headspace. cool phone games are also a good help as the flashing lights keep your mind distracted.

I mention after an appointment because sometimes the wait for results can be more daunting than the appointment, so just make sure you’re keeping yourself distracted and thinking as positive as you can <3.

-> support.

is also a major thing! if you can, try to take someone with you to the appointment to make it feel a little less scary. if not, then that’s okay! you can have the support of friends (in life or online) or even me and the little community, we’re always here to help and support people who need it! <3. you’re important, remember that <3.

-> treat yourself n be proud of yourself too!

remember that you’ve done a brave thing and you should be proud of yourself for accomplishing it! the amount of times I’ve cried after an appointments because i’ve been so scared is too many to count- but you know what, we’re human and we’re allowed to be scared of things <3

just know that whatever baby steps you take, we are so so proud of you! and you’ll always have a place to brag and get told you’re doing a super duper good job <3

#safe agere #agere community #sfw age regression #sfw agere #sfw little blog #sfw little post #sfw little community #age regression #agere blog #agere little #age regressor #age dreaming #age regressive #agere #agere lifestyle #age re blog #age re safe space #agere positivity #agere post #agere sfw #agere safe #sfw little stuff #sfw interaction only #sfw littlespace #sfw furry #caregiver little #sfw caregiver #caregiverlife #age regression caregiver #agere caregiver

[fvnalgirlcomplex]

hey! can i get a melissa barrera smau and irl? where its melissa can’t stop posting about her gf, and melissa and the reader have a interview together since they were both in scream 5 and 6, and melissa just can’t help but brag about reader, and how lucky she is that reader is hers?

the fc could be megan fox or something?

PROUD ✸ M.B

hi!! sorry for the wait but i got a similar request with melissa abt her gushing abt reader in a interview so instead of doing the same thing twice i’m just gonna do a social media au (this part) and an irl part which will be the actual interview so hopefully that will be up soon. and i didn’t use megan fox because there wasn’t a lot of photos of her that weren’t from like 2009 so i went with alexa demie! hope that’s okay and you like it <3

warnings: mention of a knife??nothing really just fluff

fc: alexa demie ( alexademie on ig )

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summary: it’s clear to everyone that melissa is head over heels in love with her girlfriend and the premiere of their new movie is the perfect time to showcase it.

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melissabarreram it’s almost time 🩸screammovies March 10th only in theaters. You got your tickets yet?

sams.knife try not to say mother(s) for 2 hours and 2 minutes challenge

youruser 🖤

melissaxyn melissa posting yn’s too💀 she’s so real bc if yn was my gf i’d be obsessed too

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melissabarreram press day for screammovies ft. yn’s new hair (and new nails) Ya no falta nada!

https.yn OMG!! yn’s new hair looks so good!!

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melissaluvsyn melissa stays feeding yn fans bc yn posts once a year😭😭

hearts4yn they both look so good!! ik they’re about to eat in the new movie

everyday.yn added to their story!

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melissabarreram ScreamVI premiere! Oh what a night❤️

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youruser Incredible night ❤️ So proud of this entire cast and every one who’s worked so hard on this movie! Can’t wait for you guys to see it🔪

melissabarreram so proud of you ❤️

youruser i can’t even put into words how proud of you i am❤️❤️

melissaxyn i’m gonna throw myself in the road.

yn.updates them both only posting one picture from the actual premiere and the rest is just them 💀

second part coming soon…

#melissa barrera #sam carpenter imagine #x reader #smau #scream #insta au

[sergeantnex]

Graves x Reader: False Love (Angst)

My chest felt light, and my hands faintly trembling was the dead give away to my rising anxiety. I pressed my back more and more against the wall as I listened to Graves speak to the few Shadows he was open with. His word cutting worse than thorns that snagged and tore at the tender skin of someone’s ankles. The way he so effortlessly told his men that I meant nothing more than entertainment. It felt as though everything I had built with him was crumbling. All the good memories, tender moments, and depth ruined by mere words in matters of seconds. Everything felt unreal and off. My movements didn’t feel like my own, my voice not sounding like my own, hell even my skin felt different.

I don’t know how, but I found myself in my barracks, my legs feeling so heavy and yet so light. Had I run back to my room? How would I tell him I knew? That I had heard every word, every proud boast about him using me and my body like I were nothing. Numbly sitting on my bunk, I stared down at my trembling hands. My skin was itchy, feeling too tight and too warm for my own comfort. My hands gently grabbed a hold of the necklace Graves had bought me, it’s thin lightweight chain feeling heavy and like it was burning. I yank harshly, causing the chain to snap and fall limply in my hand. A knock sounded on my door before a voice called out, reminding me of a mission. Swallowing thickly, I get dressed into my black uniform before silently making my way to the armory.

Tugging on my 30-pound tactical vest and securing it to my body before attaching my gun holsters. Side eyeing, Graves, I could see his expression shift as he looked at me. Had everything we had been through really been a lie? Was he just trying to seem cool in front of the others? Why would he brag about it and say such nasty, degrading things about me? I gave him everything, and this is all I get in return? Cheap gifts, false words, and played by this excuse of a man. Graves gently touched my hip, offering that once cute boyish smile.

“Ready to stand with me against those Brits?” He asked softly, tilting his head. The desire to shove him away and yell profanities to him began blooming in my chest. Offering a light smile, I gently lean away from him. This needed to seem normal. There was a time and place to confront him, and now wasn’t it.

“Of course, Phil, sorry I’m not feeling too great. I’m okay. I just feel feverish, I don’t want to get you sick.” I lied while making sure he thought everything was okay. His baby blue hues seemed concerned, his expressions speaking different than his words had. Loading up with the team I pulled my black balaclava on, I settled with the rest of the team. Blending in with the rest of the team, we began traveling to the EZ. Once again, we have to face the elites of Task Force 141 in a dispute between right and wrong. The travel gave me time to think of my actions, the right and wrong, if I was on the right side of this war. Much to my delight, we would all be sent off alone to secure the area.

Splitting off from the others, I nervously placed behind me, making sure I was alone. My heart raced as I ripped off my Shadow Company patch and began pressing forward along the outside of the buildings. Dodging and weaving through abandoned cars and the buildings, I blindly pressed forward. A loud snap echoed through the sky as sharp pain made me stumble. The burning in my thigh drew my eyes down to my right leg, and blood seeping down my leg caused my breathing to pick up. Quickly grabbing gauze and pinching the once white fabric into the aching hole in my thigh, I glanced around. I packed more and more gauze into the bullet hole until I couldn’t fit anymore. With sweaty and shaking hands, I wrapped my leg, distant boots hitting the ground, driving me forward.

“Come now, sweetheart, where are you going? Did you think I didn’t notice you were off the whole way here?” Graves mocked through the communication line. My eyes scanned everything and snapped towards every sound. Panting, I quietly pleaded that I would find the members of 141 before I found myself dead by Graves’s hand. I wince with each step as the pain from being shot created a burn. Quietly climbing into a cars broken trunk, I gently hold it shut, waiting for the Shadows to pass by. I listen to the Shadows rummage around before moving on, quietly climbing out I move to find a safer location.

“So, you finally show your true colors, Phillip?” I sneer as I stick to the insides of the buildings. My heart is racing so hard I can hear my own heartbeat in my ears.

“You brought this on yourself, sweetheart. You just had to betray me like this, I was really loving what we had.” Graves said, his voice holding malice and hatred.

“No you didn’t, Phillip. I heard you earlier bragging and talking so poorly of me… I loved you, and I truly loved you!” I snap back as I dig through a few first-aid cases with hope to find something to help with pain.

“You thought this was real? There is no us, there never was. I was only using you, I never saw a future with you!” Graves snapped out, his words shattering every ounce of my heart and soul with his words. For the briefest of moments, I found myself hoping this was a nightmare and that I would wake up to his soft voice. Those soft words remind me it’s only a dream and that he would never hurt me like this. His battle worn hands gently, playing with my hair and rubbing soothing circles on my back or hips. Sadly, the burning ache from the bullet in my thigh reminded me of how real this whole situation was.

“Am I really that useless to you? Did I ever mean anything to you?” I asked, my voice trembling as I did my best to keep my emotions in check. My throat burned and felt dry as I fought off my tears, doing everything in my ability to keep myself grounded and focused on finding safety. I pressed through the house, limping as quickly as I could even as it felt like my throat was closing in on itself. I watched and waited for a moment before slipping into a worn down apartment building and began searching for a good spot to lay low. The bullet hole in my thigh throbbed and ached in ways I never thought a wound could.

“You never meant anything to me. You made for decent company and made for a good lay. That’s it.” Graves hissed as he waited to hear if his men found me. His curse coming through the earpiece as the Shadows sent to find me got ambushed by the Task Force. Praying to whatever God could hear me, I hoped the attack would create an opening for me to get further to safety. Limping through the apartment building, I could feel my eye burn as water gathered in them. Hot tears slid down my cheeks lightly, dripping to my uniform top as the energy I once had faded. With each step, I found my mind wondering what would’ve hurt more, him dying in that tank or this?

“I’m glad I got to see who you really are, Phillip Graves. Everything is temporary. This was merely one of those things. All those things people warned me about with you? They weren’t wrong, and I should have trusted them.” I seethe as I slip back outside limping towards one of the buildings. My body was beginning to feel like lead, a chill creeping into my skin. Exhaustion weighing me down enough I let my body slide down the side of a broken-down car. My eye fluttered open and shut, fighting to stay open with each waking moment. In the darkness behind my lids, a warmth touched me, lifting me up and cradling. I didn’t fight it. Instead, I let my body relax into the warmth. A gentle swaying lulling me into a comforting rest, away from the pain Graves caused me. This would be the end, I knew that. I knew I wouldn’t wake up again, and for some reason, that was okay. The darkness was comforting, and it was definitely better than constantly in pain from both the bullet or a broken heart. From within the darkness, the silence, a beeping, was heard. Steady and low. A beeping that was growing familiar with each passing moment before finally I found my eyes opening. The bright lighting made me groan and close my eyes again.

“Easy mate.” A low British accent hummed, the voice was comforting and warm. With my eyes adjusting to the light, I glance towards the voice and am greeting with the familiar face of John Price.

#call of duty #call of duty mw2 #call of duty phillip graves #call of duty x reader #call of duty mw2 x reader #call of duty phillip graves x reader #phillip graves #phillip graves x reader #x reader #angst

[hopelesslyromanticshark]

i’m sorry to be flooding you 😭 but i just need a good ol’ tip. i think im beginning to write stuff for the pjo fandom. u got any advices? thanks boo

girl do not even fret about flooding my asks!! we're all here just yapping away, trust!!!

YES MORE WRITERS I LOVE THAT YALL COME TO ME EVEN THO I DO NOT FEEL QUIALIFIED IN THE SLIGHTEST I SHALL GIVE MY (unwanted) OPINIONS

ive said this before but when it comes to the very first work you put out, take some times with it. you don't want to rush this, this is your debut and you wanna draw people in!!! find a page set up you love, making everything aesthetic, have your page ready and prepared to receive an onslaught of asks (masterlist, rules, etc). but also, grammar and make sure you really are proud of the first work your putting out!! if that takes weeks, good!! if it takes days, that's good too!!

but after those first few posts, i promise you, nothing is that serious!! i am fr just here, being silly goofy and never proof reading anything. and im nearly to 700 followers (wow, im bragging, someone tell me to stfu that's crazy im not allowed to talk for that rest of the day, gross. hanging myself publically-) just try to have fun with it!! the second it starts to become a stressor or something you dread doing, stop completely. NOTHING is worth your mental health, and especially not a silly little blog. and dont feel obligated to write things you dont want to or dont feel like you can accurately represent. there are other writer out there who WILL write that stuff, go find them

OH final parting words, if you are using a side blog, it's gonna be 100 times harder to do this whole writing thing but honestly, if you need tips or pointers, im yo girl!! i have finessed this whole fucking thing, trust.

can't wait to see what you do, honey, but take yo time!! its gonna pass anyways, trust!!

#return to sender ౨ৎ #all my love ౨ৎ

[merakimagic]

Ummm… if you have every wondered what it’s like to have ADHD, Autism (Lvl 1), Anxiety and Depression but also have an overwhelming sense that you need to be strong and perfect then here’s a message I just sent to my friend because I needed to let someone in and didn’t know who else to say it to.

It seems to give a pretty clear explanation in my view.

I don’t know why I feel so annoyed and frustrated with myself for saying I have ADHD and Autism. I have those things and I’m not ashamed of them but why do I always need to tell people… so they understand why I’m different. I mean everyone’s different and have different ways of doing things, it’s not like I’m special nor does anyone care. It’s not an excuse! I should be completely cable of keeping that part of myself in and not feeling like I have to tell people.

Does the way I explain it to people make it sound like I’m trying to get attention? Does saying that I’m proud of it and love how it makes me more curious about things and how it has made me good at art, music, languages, school, mythology, sports, pretty much a lot of things because I enjoy knowing them make it sound like I’m arrogant or trying to brag or just put a label on things.

I have anxiety, Autism level 1, ADHD, Depression, have experienced an eating disorder and still at times do, I’m a red head with blue eyes, I’m bi/pan, anemic, have asthma and ahhhhhh. Does all of this when I contribute to a conversation and say something about one of them just make people think that I have a need to be special?

Im sure I don’t feel that way. I think the only reason some of my reactions to things like how I may have a panic attack need stimming and stuff like that only happen know because I know there’s a reason for it but what if I’m just making a big deal out of nothing.

I really need to learn to shut up at times I think, I don’t think people really care about my long spills nor do they really want to know what’s going on with me. Why are relationships so fucking difficult?!

Why can’t I just understand them and the way they work? Can’t they just be simple? Why if your dating someone does there have to be this whole thing of you have to do this with them and you can’t do this with other people? Why do I need sounds to go away when I get overwhelmed, the worlds loud! It shouldn’t matter? Why do I feel like it’s okay to be flaws but I need to be flawless all at the same time? Why am I afraid of not being perfect? Why if I felt like I told my parents about this they would just get angry at me and tell me it’s all in my head? Why am I crying? These are thoughts are dealing with on a daily basis why are they bothering me now? Why can’t I just keep it to myself? I’ve been handling shit on my own my entire life it’s nothing new? Why do I know that tomorrow I’m gonna be fine and this is just a moment where my walls have fallen down?

Why am I so confident sometimes and then the rest I’m just completely fucked up? Why do I always need to restrain myself? Why can’t I just scream and then get back to it all? Why do I have to feel ashamed? Why should I have to feel like my mum doesn’t want to admit I have Autism?

Why do I care if I have Autism or ADHD so much? They have always been apart of me? It doesn’t mean anything? They’re just caused by a genetic mutation and makes you neurotypical why does it even matter? They’re just labels, who even gives a damn? You could have neither one and act the same way as me and people might just call you weird? Why do I care so much about this shit? No one else fucking does, maybe I should just shut up for a while. It’s clear that when I make a joke that it’s taken offensively, it’s clear that no one wants to hear about my problems, it’s clear that no one wants to here my rants, it’s clear that no one wants to here about my hobbies or opinions, it’s clear that I don’t get how to properly interact with others. Maybe I should just shut up, but if I did then my parents would just go on about how somethings wrong and get angry at me for not talking to them about it and we would just end up in a fight where they are telling me to just get over it and if I turn it back on them for how they have made me feel this way then they would just get even more angry and deny it.

Dad brought up a post that said about how a guys son used to sing and never stop talking and now they will be in the same room and his son will have his headphones on not say a word and that his son doesn’t know how much is dad misses him. And dad said that reminded him of me. Doesn’t he get that they’re part of the reason I don’t talk all the time. Because evertime I did I got told to calm down or my joke was offensive or that they don’t need the elephant. Don’t they get I like my phone because it has my hyperfixations and ever since I was little have loved cartoons and looking at fanart because they were what got me through the hard days at school and my parents fighting. Don’t they get I used them to cope because everything was solved in 22minutes and that’s the world I like to escape to when I day dream.

Why the fuck does all this even matter, why the fuck am I just being so overly emotional? Why can’t this just be all there is going through my brain right now?

Obviously there’s more.

There’s the voice telling me to just let myself cry and the voice telling me to suck it up and another one telling me to get ready for work and another one telling me to stop messaging and another one saying don’t put this on them and another one asking why I’m shaking and another if one saying I’ve done well to hold back the tears and another one saying I wonder when this message thing will cut me off and I’ll have to send two seperate messages? And another one asking is this just what my head is like? Is this what everyone’s head is like? Is this just because of my mental health shit? Am I just weak? Am I really this pathetic that I can’t pull myself together? I don’t want anyone to feel bad for me so why do I need to let anyone in? Why do I want to so badly to talk about this but also say nothing at all?

What the fuck is wrong with me, why can’t I just get the hell over it and move on, people deal with way worse stuff then this and here I am complaining because my low self esteem and hyper active over thinking head is just having a bad day and pulling me into it and won’t fucking leave me alone… what a pathetic excuse. You can’t use excuses in life. No one cares and no one has time for them, no one’s gonna help you so stop making excuses and just get on with it.

Put on your uniform, pack your bag and go to work and put on a happy cheerful face and just go take care of other people so that you don’t have to think about this. Just get on with it, there a bigger things then yourself and you just gotta get over what’s going on in your head

I’m Okay… I’m okay now.

If you’ve every felt this way, please let me know.

I don’t want to feel so alone anymore, nor do I want others to feel alone either.

I just felt these were necessary to make the whole thing a little less sad and full on serious and honestly feel like these characters would get it. Also this is not my art💫

#autism #adhd creature #adhd culture #actually adhd #adult adhd #adhd mood #undiagnosed adhd #living with adhd #adhd brain #adhd feels #mental heath issues #mental illness #mentalwellness #positive mental attitude #mentally drained #mental instability #rottmnt #rottmnt leo #rottmnt raph #rottmnt donatello #rottmnt michelangelo #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt leonardo #over it #my love #self love

[gyuletters]

💌 important letter.

hello, this is star.

this is one of the hardest posts i've ever made so far. 

on november 19th will be a year since i started writing fics and honestly, i couldn't be happier. this blog, this community, this family i've created, changed my life. all of the times i opened my blog and read those beautiful messages saying how much people admire my work and are looking forward to my stories, left me with nothing but gratefulness in my heart. you guys have been my ocean whenever i feel sad or lost.

but lately things got complicated. i'm kind of mad at myself for admitting this, because something you should know about me it's that i've always known who i was from a young age. my confidence may have been lost through the years but i've never really lost myself. it was something i was very proud and egoistically liked to brag about - “i know who i am. i know what i want.” but right now, it’s all gone. 

i am happy. but that's the exact problem - i don't know how to be happy. see, for someone who has been through the craziest things since pre teenage years, being happy isn't something as easy as it should be. i've only known myself as this really quiet, introverted, shy, scared little girl. and now, things want to change and i don’t know what to do. i wasn’t ready to change yet (meaning healing and growing up) but it seems like it’s time.

with that in mind, i decided to go on an indefinite hiatus. because, honestly, i don't know how to write anymore. i do have requests sitting on my asks for the youth in autumn event and i did start writing them. but funny thing is that writing has become difficult. i feel like i can't do it when i'm obligating myself to, because that means i'm admitting to myself i have “failed'' one of the things in life that i love the most. it means i totally lost enjoyment in something i never thought i would.

this is not a goodbye. it can't be. because this blog has a special place in my heart. i can't ever 100% leave it. but right now, i need to step back and understand whatever the hell my mind is trying to say.

i'm still going to be around. i'll come back in, check my friends' writings and check you guys, i may even post some random things, i don't know. everything is just so messy right now lol.

all you need to know is that i’m okay, i really am. i just need to understand this change and know who i am.

until then, just promise you won't forget me.

i love you so much. thank you for this amazing year. you have no idea how much you guys changed my life.

sincerely from,

raquel a.k.a your star. ♡

#♋︎ ͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏star talks! ⭒

[echos-girlfriend]

Hello! I saw the post with the one character and one word challenge. I am pretty it was only just posted today so sorry if I am jumping the gun here. After the most recent TBB episode I was thinking Tech + water

Howdy!

Hello lovely! First off this is one of the longest fics I’ve ever written.. (which isn’t saying much because my fics aren’t that long but still) when I say I was inspired and had fun writing this I mean it! I’m not trying to brag but I am actually really proud of myself for writing this.. I recommend listening to the song linked below the fic! ‘Water’ by Salatiel, Pharrell Williams and Beyoncé. Not only is it one of my favorite songs it’s the biggest inspiration for this fic. 💙💙💙

Water

Tech x reader

Master list

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Warning: Small reference to skinny dipping, but it never happens. Made up culture and species. As far as I’m aware this is gender neutral. I don’t use specifically feminine terms..

Water.. beautiful, beautiful water. On your home planet it was considered the birthplace of all life. The creatures of the deep came to land in search of refuge and soon came the people of your planet. Or well.. that’s how the legends go.

Tech assured you that the theory of your species coming directly from ocean life wasn’t impossible.. however it was less likely them seeking refuge and them simply evolving.

“Tech.. it’s a legend. No one is sure if it’s factual or not.. you don’t have to stress yourself over trying to find an answer”

He gave you a soft apologetic smile. You quickly put your hand on his cheek to show him he didn’t need to apologize for anything. You got up and walked to the edge of the water.

Tech watched you with intrigue.. every time you were near water you performed a special ritual dance for water. A way to show your appreciation for the place that your people believe gave birth to all life..

You got on your knees, bringing your hands to the sands under the water. You then pull your hands upwards, splashing the water across your body.

You took your arm and sloshed it across the surface, creating small waves, over and over you did this.

Tech watched the same way he did every time. His hands resting on his knees with his eyes completely focused on you and your movements.

Now it was time for the best part. You submerge your body in the water. You slowly lowered into the water. Your eyes opening to glance at the fish and life under the water’s surface. As you came back to the surface your hair created a splash of water across the sky. You saw tech looking at you with bright flushed cheeks.

“You know on my home planet.. couples do this dance together.. naked”

“I-I see.. well it seems-“

You giggled and took his hand. Your teasing clearly got the best of him and he was adorable like this. He got up and stood next to you. You reached up and pulled his goggles off. His eyes blinking a few times to adjust..

“You know I can’t see without my goggles darling..”

“I know but I don’t want them to get full of water”

“Ahh I see- full of water?”

You pulled him to the waters edge and at the last minute he unbuckled his tool belt and followed you in without hesitation. You smiled at him cheekily before pushing him over into the water. He swiftly came to the surface and started laughing.

You joined in and your giggles could be heard along side his. You jumped into the water next to him and sat up beside him.

“Mesh’la…”

Tech put his hand on your cheek and leant down to kiss you you closed your eyes in anticipation before you felt your head being pushed under the water. You quickly jumped back up to the surface to see Tech running away.

“If you want my kiss you’ll have to catch me!”

You got up and chased him down the water, ankle deep. He then turned and pushed the biggest splash towards you. Your feet fall out from beneath you snd you fall with a splat Ah isn’t the water.

“Tech! That’s cheating!”

“Is it?”

He slowly inched closer to you. His face inches from yours.

“Yes.. you didn’t say we cou-“

His lips met yours gently and you melted into his touch. He was always so gentle.. like the small waves crashing around you both.

“Do you trust me Tech?”

“Unconditionally”

You took his hand and walked deeper and deeper until your feet couldn’t touch the sand below. You swam further from shore and pulled tech along with you.

“Darling.. we are getting pretty far from the shoreline”

“You said you trusted me right?”

He nodded and held your hand tighter. You then pulled him under the water with you and opened your eyes. Leading him under a small rock that opened into a cavern.. you swam holding his hand tightly until you reached the surface under the cave.

“We are here.. open your eyes”

He opened his eyes and saw a beautiful cave, hidden under the waters surface.

“This is extraordinary.. the idea that a pocket of air could form under the water is fascinating.”

“Tech you silly goose. I mean look up!”

Tech did as you told him to and he finally saw the beauty the underwater cave held.. beautiful, colorful crystals. You reached up and touched the ceiling of the cave ‘bless his height’ you thought.

He gently pulled a crystal from the top of the cave. It was blue, and it shined bright like the water. He placed it in your hands and wrapped his win hands around yours.

“Think if it as a show of my love and affection for you”

“It’s beautiful tech..”

“And so are you cyare”

You giggled and took his hand again.. the sun was setting and you needed to get back to shore. Pulling him back to the surface of the water you both Swam back to the edge of the shore.

“Will you show me more.. o-of the things you find under the water?”

“Of course! I would love you to Tech!”

You gave him a cheeky smile before you grabbed a fistful of water and threw it at his face. Taking you by surprise he picked you up and threw you into the water. A big splash following after his stunt.

“Tech!”

His only response to your sarcastic whine was a laugh. Walking over to you he grabbed your hand and pulled you up. Wrapping his arms around you. You were both soaked to the bone but could care less about it. You were caught up in this moment of affection and trust for each other.. you kissed his lips and gave him a smile.

“What was that thing you said.. about what couples in your home planet do?”

“Tech! You dirty boy”

“Well we are already soaked. It’s not that bad of an idea?”

“You just want to see me naked.”

“P-perhaps”

You giggled and pulled him back onto shore. Tech picked up his goggles and put them on.

“It’s nice to see your beautiful face in focus again..”

“You’re such a nerd.. I love you”

“I love you too darling”

Tech smiled brightly at you. Your bond was as strong as the tides that flowed through the water. Something that never be stopped and was strong as ever.

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Tag list - @padawancat97 @umbramoons @starqueensthings

If the tag list is gone it’s because it’s broken for some reason..

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#the bad batch #the bad batch x reader #clone force 99 #clone force 99 x reader #tbb tech #tbb tech x reader #tbb tech x you #water #writing challenge

[latenightgasstationwalk]

I’m so Fucking proud of myself for getting to this point with guitar. It’s hard to explain but before I started pursuing music I had no creative hobbies what-so-ever and my father had no trouble reminding me of that every fucking day. Me and my dad pretty much hated each other my entire childhood. It was actually music that turned our relationship around. the second I took an interest in music his approach to me as a person completely changed. So that’s benefit to music #1 for me as it provided an olive branch to my father and made us mend some bridges that I genuinely thought would be charred for life. But lately I’ve been making a lot of strides that I think I’ve been waiting for since I started. I’ve pretty much stopped using tablature all together and started learning everything by ear, which I never thought I’d do, I hear music totally differently now. I hear a new song and if I like it I play it on repeat over and over again so I can preform this kind of mental autopsy of the song one instrument at a time and try to deduce who’s doing what and what chords and scales and progressions and time signatures are being used, paying attention to the “theory” aspect of every song that plays within earshot, which is something I never intended to learn or care about.

Like that Fucking lighthouse song I was talking about yesterday, I looked up some tabs and they were ass, watched a little YouTube tutorial and it sounded right but the guy was playing it in a weirdly complicated and annoying way (dudes in drop D to play a song in the key of E minor with a D Em G progression. Like why) so I said fuck it and played it on my phone and just picked out the chords how I thought they’d sound, I don’t wana brag or speak to soon, but Im very happy with how my versions coming along compared to the others I’ve seen floating around. Im excited to show y’all when it’s done >:)

Anyway. Just a self serving vanity post, glad I got into music, glad I worked hard at it for over a decade, proud of myself for not only sticking with it but trying as hard as I do every day to get better. I have no intention of ever “making music” in any capacity other than what I’m doing now. Just fun little videos that I can look back on years from now and say “damn I killed it, look at how young I was, I was handsome” it’s my version of a family photo album I guess. Looking forward to what comes next for me. I’m currently obsessed with blue grass music which is really Fucking weird considering my musical roots are comprised of bands like nirvana, rage against the machine, tool, queens of the Stone Age ect. Ect. But I’m excited to see where I’ll be in a couple years.

If you find yourself thinking that you have too much free time and want a hobby I seriously can’t recommend guitar enough. I feel like it’s an obvious hobby so most people don’t bother, or convince themselves that they “can’t do it”, but I assure you, you can. You don’t have to practice every day. You don’t even have to practice! I don’t think I’ve ever once in my life sat down with a guitar with the intent of practicing. I just pick it up when I want too and play whatever comes out. It’s never gotten old, it’s never steered me wrong, I come out of a one hour guitar session feeling like a brand new man. Like I got all the poison out. I genuinely feel it’s the thing I was born to do. But I have no intention of ever making a dollar from it, nor do I think I would if I tried, as one of my most influential guitarists once said: “when you expect anything from music, you expect too much, do it for you. Do it because you love it. If it’s meant to be the rest will come”

So that’s what I’m doing. Playing fun stuff every day, paying attention to my improvements, encouraging myself to do a little better every time I pick it up. And forever remaining hopelessly dependent on the 6 strings.

Thank you for reading♥️

[nordic-language-love]

(Re)introduction post

I seem to be gaining a lot of new followers atm (migrants from langtwt, I’m guessing! In that case: hello and welcome to langblr!) SO here’s a little bit about me and my blog!

About Me

I mostly go by Victoria online and it's what I prefer

She/her

In my 30s (yes I am a Real Adult with at least some of my shit figured out)

UK born and raised (East Midlands), although I'm moving to Japan soon!

I currently teach English as a foreign language on italki to students of all ages (current age range is something like 5-60), but will be teaching at an Eikaiwa from January

I'm also an aerialist (pole and hoop), which I teach and perform, a stilt-walker and fire performer (you can go visit my sideblog @jo-jenova if you're interested)

I'm also a fan of gymnastics, dance, writing (fantasy/sci fi/general fiction), baking, buying and owning books (and occasionally reading them), vikings (not in a weird white supremacist way), corvids, cats, Star Trek and, of course, linguistics

I’m currently awaiting an ADHD and autism assessment. I’m 99.9% sure I have ADHD and have pretty much no doubts that I’ll get a diagnosis (autism I’m less convinced of, but we’ll see what the experts say)

Languages

My native language is English (British - close to modern RP)

I also speak Norwegian and it is my main love/target language. This year I took the official B2/C1 exams and got C1. I write bokmål and speak a variety of Oslo dialect.

I'm also learning Japanese (current level: not quite N5). My goal is to reach a comfortable N5 level before I go there.

I largely understand Scots (more written than spoken), Danish (more written than spoken) and Swedish.

Languages I love and have some experience with but am not learning right now include: Finnish, Icelandic, Ukrainian, Tswana, Spanish

Wishlist: Korean, Cornish, Irish, Old Norse, Old English, Chinese

I can speak/understand a bit of French because I learned it for like 12 years but I've forgotten most of it (I do appear to be dabbling in it a little again though whoops lol)

I post primarily about Norwegian, Japanese, other Nordic languages, Celtic languages (Scots included as an honorary member) and linguistics, but occasionally I'll post about other things too.

About My Blog

My blog focuses primarily on my own personal language journey. I'm not really about aesthetics (you might get an aesthetic picture once in a blue moon) or pretending to be more advanced than I am. I mostly try to reflect where I am.

Sometimes this means I come across as bragging when I’m proud of myself or attention-seeking when I’m feeling down. That’s not my intention; I mostly just aim to be honest with myself and everyone else.

I post language logs once a week. These are so I can keep a track of what I've been doing and how I feel from week-to-week. They're not to show off how much I did or make anyone feel like they should be doing more. But if they make you feel that way and need to unfollow me because of that, then I understand.

Other things I post may include vocabulary lists, grammar posts, things related to linguistics, challenges and links to things related to my target languages that I find interesting.

I don’t do drama or discourse. I feel no obligation to respond to inflammatory asks and usually delete anything that I think is contentious. This is a language blog and it’s pretty rare that I deviate from that (I have a side blog for all my non-languagey stuff). But of course you can ask me questions about me and my life!

My blog is absolutely a safe space for people from all walks of life regardless of sexual identity, gender identity, ethnicity, nationality, colour, religion, size, IQ, background etc. If you consider that to be an issue, then you know where the unfollow button is.

I’m kinda terrible at replying to messages, so please don’t take it personally if I never respond to you.

My ask box is always open and anon is always on, so please feel free to send me any questions you have! (But uhh like I say I’m bad at replying sometimes so please just give me a nudge because honestly I may have just forgotten)

#langblr #language blog #norwegian langblr #japanese langblr #learning languages

[fluffytriceratops]

Random facts about Monet. <3

Couldn’t help myself, I drew an older Monet. I love this bab so much. She deserves the world. Raph is definitely a proud papa. And Kristina feels lucky to have raised such a strong young woman. 😊❤️

I’ll be doing Nefertiri next, so stay tuned for that! ^~^

I drew this quite a while ago, I just never had the time/chance to post it. But since my job is done with, hopefully I’ll have more time to come online. See my pinned post for more details hehe. There’s quite a bit that went down the past couple weeks. I’m on vacation rn, so I won’t have a ton of time, but I’ll come on when I can! Expect to see a lot of spam from me because my notifications are overflowing— I’m talking way over 500 lol. So if I accidentally missed something you tagged me in, I apologize profusely. 😫 (also I am in no way trying to brag or anything about how many notifications I have, if it felt or seemed like that I’m sorry that’s not my intention I’m just trying to explain why I might miss something someone wanted me to see— 😅)

Tags: @thelaundrybitch @rheawritesforfun @digitl-art-monstr @turtle-babe83 @leosgirl82 @post-apocalyptic-daydream @mysticboombox @drowninghell @squirrelfurs @lec743 @raphslovemuffin80 @bibiz82

(If you want to be tagged in my future TMNT/Raph&Kris related posts, feel free to let me know and I’ll happily add you!)

Have a wonderful day/night! Sending all the virtual hugs to you!! <333

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- She was named after Claude Monet, a famous French painter.

- She is super strong, like really freaking strong. (Mystic power strong?) She can take a hit and she can deliver one too. When sparring with her sister (Nefertiri) she has to continuously remind herself to take it easy and not use her strength to its fullest. Otherwise she could accidentally really hurt her. This probably goes for other family members as well, especially those that are human and can’t really handle the brunt of her attacks when she is using 100% of her strength.

- Monet loves her strength but sometimes she’s scared she’ll accidentally hurt someone. (Something that’s happened on a few occasions, especially when she’s upset/angry or overly excited, she tends to forget how strong she really is) so she usually dials her strength down a lot if she can remember to. One of her biggest fears is to accidentally go too far and really hurt someone she cares for.

- Definitely a secret softy. Very few people in her inner circle have seen this side of her. It’s not something she’s comfortable with sharing. However, a lot of her family and friends knows she’s like this. She just heavily denies it. (Classic Raphael move hehe)

- She has anger issues and they only get worse the older she gets. She can be very violent and sometimes needs a reminder to take a step back and breathe. This is usually given to her by one of her family members.

- She is not afraid to put anyone in their place. She will speak her mind, no matter the consequences. Her bark is just as big as her bite. Monet is brutally honest and has a hard time keeping her mouth shut. She will snark the shit out of someone and loves a good banter. She loves to poke fun and tease people and doesn’t mind it if they do so in return.

- Please challenge her to an arm wrestling battle or spar with her. She loves it and will forever be your friend.

- Hates bitter and overly spicy or sour foods. She has an enormous sweet tooth. Loves baked goods, chocolates and candies. (All except the sour ones) Also prefers cold foods/drinks over hot ones. For example, iced coffee over hot coffee. Or milk/boba teas over regular hot tea.

- A good way to get on her good side is by bringing/making her something sweet. Whether you bake her some cookies or buy her a boba tea. Whatever. She might not show it right away, but she would be very grateful and happy about it.

- Loves to pull jokes and prank people, especially with her cousin Noa ( @rheawritesforfun ‘s OC).

- Monet is obsessed with horror/gore. She loves the genre, they’re always her favourite movies/books/video games. Halloween is her favourite Holliday. She goes all out for it. Candy and horror? That’s her shit! And it’s one of the only times she gets to be out on the surface. Which is awesome.

- Second favourite Holliday is April fools/Loki day. Everyone dreads the first of April because they know it’s about to go down. She prepares months in advance and anyone and everyone she knows will be suffering from her pranks. No matter who you are or how old you may be. No one if safe on that day. She goes all out.

- Bares her teeth at people often. Monet has sharp canines like her father, and sometimes they poke out of her mouth. But when she’s angry or in a bad mood, she will bare her teeth threateningly at people. Especially when she’s fighting.

- Queen of resting bitch face. Even when she’s in a good mood she’ll look the opposite.

- Often tells people to go fuck off or to go fuck themselves. Her mum hates her potty mouth, but Monet loves to curse/swear. She likes to come up with weird or creative comebacks too.

- Just like her mother, she is not the best singer. She’s definitely better than Kristina is, maybe even average? But she wouldn’t consider herself as someone with a good/great singing voice.

- Shows her affection with actions rather than words. Doesn’t hug often, but she will give head pats (or ruffle someone’s hair) as signs of her love and adoration. Same thing goes for fist bumps and secret hand shakes n stuff. If she is more physical with someone, they better not mention it because she’ll most likely immediately pull away and brush them off out of embarrassment. If someone continuously teases her about it, she’d snap angrily and storm off.

- Monet will get into a physical fight with someone. She tends to lash out and sometimes it can get quite aggressive. She gets better at storming off and walking away the older she gets, but it’s definitely very hard for her to do so. Her anger isn’t a party trick. It’s serious. And it’s something she battles with every day.

- She also tends to rant/vent A LOT to those she’s closest to. (Noa is definitely one of em lol) she doesn’t like to express her feelings openly to most people but she will to a select few. And those select few better be prepared for an ear full.

- HATES being bossed around and controlled. Especially if it’s involving someone she doesn’t like, or if she’s forced to do something she doesn’t want to. If it’s an order, she will do it. She’ll just bitch about it while doing so.

- Door slams are very common with Monet. And because of her strength, she has broken waaay more than anyone would care to admit. There’s a jar labeled “Monet’s doors” filled with cash from Monet because she usually has to pay for a new one. Or at least, help pay for one. It’s like a swear jar but with doors. They’ve given up on her swearing long ago hehe.

- Monet can be described as being erratic emotionally. She is daring, brave, and free spirited but she can also be quite sardonic and sarcastic. And of course, a classic rebel. She is very athletically adept, and can be quite friendly/kind to her family and friends. However, Monet is also very willful, stubborn, incredibly rude and aggressive. She is also the most relentless out of her siblings. It is her relentless ferocity that makes her such a deadly fighter.

- Monet loves to fight, wrestle, and trash the place. If there’s a brawl, she would love to join in the fight. Because of her passion for fighting, she would fight first and reflect and ask questions later.

- She can also be very cocky and competitive. When she wins games and duels against her friends and family, she will rub it in their faces, much to their dismay.

- Monet can be unpredictable, and her ferocious temper can sometimes frighten enemies even her friends/family. She can be very aggressive when trying to solve problems, even with her family and allies. Sometimes during training, Monet can get hostile, and she would do anything she can to beat her family in sparring matches. When she feels misunderstood or irritated (which unfortunately happens a lot), she tends to storm out and go topside or roam the sewers on her own. Despite the fact that her parents don’t like this considering it can be very dangerous.

- Despite all of this, she is the most loyal friend anyone could ask for. She will do anything, literally just about anything to protect those she cares for. Even if she might not ever admit it, in order to stay “badass” and “hardcore” and to protect her pride. She will do everything in her power to protect her friends and family.

- Basically she’s Raphael 2.0 (more so the other iterations, but still—).

- Because of her anger, and rebellious nature I do not believe she would be chosen to be the next leader. Whoever would be picked, she’d feel a bit resentful towards. They’d definitely have a bit of a rocky relationship. Especially if it’s a certain someone (cough cough Milo cough). (Another of @rheawritesforfun ‘s ocs). Due to their relationship already being a bit rocky lol. It’d definitely be a classic Leo vs Raph thing. And she’d probably be like “of course you’d get the role, you’re the former leaders son. I call favouritism.” Or something like that lmao. She’d defy his orders a lot, that’s for sure. Honestly, she’d defy anyones orders. Except maaaybe Noa. Cuz they’re as thick as thieves.

- Her weapon of choice would be the tetsubo. And she’d also always carry brass knuckles with her wherever she goes. Specially made to fit her hands by her wonderful uncle Donnie. She’d probably have a whole collection of them in her room somewhere. All of which she got as gifts, most likely all made by Dee. Unless she somehow got her hands on some regular human ones, then they’d only be there for decoration. Since she can’t wield them for obvious reasons. Along with the other classic side weapons the ninja carry (I.e. throwing knives, smoke bombs, grappling hook, etc.)

- Has two male pet rats named Zeus and Poseidon. They are her babies and she will die for them. And they were a gift she received from her Granpapi Splinter, and yes it was an ironic gift and she loved it for that.

- Like her ma, she also thinks Greek and Egyptian mythology is super cool. It’s one of the few things she’ll totally geek over. Another good way to get on her good side, get her to talk about it or get her a gift involving it. Even if it’s simply watching a movie with her. She’ll adore it.

#tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #fluffytriceratops #fanfic #rottmnt #tmnt oc #imagine #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt oc #tmnt next gen #tmnt second gen #tmnt 2nd gen #Raphael Hamato #tmnt leonardo hamato #tmnt raphael hamato #tmnt Donatello hamato #tmnt michelangelo hamato #kristina lennox #raph&kris #tmnt headcannons #random oc facts

[sl-newsie]

Chapter One: Lodging House (Spot Colon x Female Newsie)

Ok so I’ve been sitting on some written Newsies material for a while and I figured the new 2023 year was a sign to let some of it out. It’s a 92sies Spot Colon fanfic, and I’ll leave it up to you whether or not it’s good. I’m proud of it, you don’t have to read it, but I do hope y’all enjoy it! :)

(BTW there’s LOTS of spelling errors due to me attempting to write a NY accent! I also added a few characters and songs, and I will take certain suggestions and requests!)

Ah, Manhattan. A place fer dreams ta thrive and die. I neva woudda thought that I’d have ta make a liv’n here, but we all can’t choose our lives. Be’n a resident of tha Manhattan newsies lodg’n house is plenty enough.

“Get up! Sell the papers!”

Ugh… morn’n already? My eyes squint as soon as my bed sheet is ripped off me.

“Morn’n sunshine!” A bright-eyed kid announces in my face.

I groan. “Hello Race. You’s lucky I’s ain’t fully awake yet, ‘cause if I was I’d throw you out tha window! You’s wake me up like this again, and I’ll see you’s banned from tha races fer good!”

“Aww, c’mon! Lighten up Beccy!” 

I sit up and stare square in his eye. “Wanna bet?”

“Not this early in tha mourn’n!”

I groan again. Then I, very un-enthusiastically, roll out of my bunk and grab my clothes bag hidden undaneath (I know some would steal it just ta taunt a goil). I’m a night person myself, but I’s found it best ta start early. I also make sure my modda’s gold ring is still in there. Ah, life in The Newsboys Lodging House… with a few exceptions, o’course. 

“Get up!” Kloppman yells at Skittery, who’s still asleep.

“I didn’t do it!” He jolts awake.

“What do ya mean, you didn’t do it? Get up! Carry the banner! Sell the papers! Sell the papers!”

Behind me I hear an argument already pann’n out:

“That's my cigar!” Race complains.

“You'll steal anudder,” Snipeshooter retorts.

“Hey, bummers- We got work to do!” Blink interrupts.

“Since when did you become me mudder?” Snipeshooter asks.

“Ah, stop yer bawl’n!” Crutchy says.

“Hey! Who ast you?” Everyone shouts back. I roll my eyes and try ta hide a smile. Mak’n my way ta tha washroom, I see it’s already bustl’n with boys.

“Mourn’n Boots, Mush, Blink, Skittery,” I mumble.

“Hey guys- it’s Becca! Give her some privacy!” Crutchy tries ta shove and make room fer me, but loses his balance. Luckily, I catch him before he can hit tha floor.

“Thanks,” he says in a small voice.

“No problem. Ya leg do’n ok?”

“Not tha best.”

“You’ll do fine,” I say encouragingly as I help him up. “Ladies can’t resist help’n a crip.”

“Alright, really guys- let Becca through! Give tha goil some room!” Mush yells. A path ta tha restrooms is unquestioningly formed.

“Thanks, Mush.”

“Anytime!”

“Now put a shirt on!” I holler as I walk away.

“You know ya like me!” Mush taunts.

“In yer dreams!”

I pull on my usual faded blue shirt, black suspenders, dark gray vest, black knickers, brown boots, and gray cap with my brown hair tucked undaneath.

Afta I’m done dress’n, I hear tha guys giv’n Crutchy suggestions.

“Try Bottle Alley or the harbor,” Mush suggests.

“Try Central Park, it's guaranteed,” Race inputs. 

Jack flicks some shav’n cream at Mush and joins in: “Try any banker, bum, or barber.”

“They almost all knows how to read!” Skittery joins.

“I smell money!”

“You smell foul!”

“Met this goil last night!” Mush brags at me. I gag dramatically.

 “Move your elbow,” Crutchy asks Boots.

“Pass the towel,” Racetrack demands, his face covered in soap.

“For a buck, I might!” Skittery jokes, dangl’n it outta Race’s reach. He stumbles and falls inta me, so I push him off.

Tha rest of us join in:

“Ain't it a fine life,

Carrying the banner through it all?

A mighty fine life-

Carrying the banner tough and tall!”

We all jump in line and file down tha stairs. I quickly grab a broom and sweep up tha dust, earn’n an approv’n smile from Kloppman.

“Every morning

We goes where we wishes!

We's as free as fishes!

Sure beats washin' dishes!

What a fine life,

Carrying the banner home-free all!”

I look ova and begin ta see tha rest of tha younga boys wake up. 

“Hiya Becs!”

“Sleep well, Beccy?”

“Morn’n Joey, Dusty, Kenny, Skippy. Can’t complain- but I still can’t get a full night sleep. You’s sleep ok?”

“Yeah, but Skippy threw up. And he’s warm.”

I frown. “Must be a bug or someth’n. Leave him here ta rest fer taday. As fer tha rest of yous- don’t work too hard today, boys.”

I follow tha boys a few block ‘till they split up and continue ta follow tha olda fellas. It breaks my heart ta know that such young kids don’t have a family and have ta sell papes.

“It takes a smile as sweet as butter,” Jack states.

Crutchy adds: “The kind that ladies can't resist.” 

Mush leans in, giv’n me a wide grin. I just punch him and roll my eyes.

“It takes an orphan, with a studda,” Race inputs.

“Who ain't afraid ta use his-” Jack starts.

“Fist!” Blink finishes.

We take off, run’n and jump’n through tha street, unaware of any odda passerbys. Next we have some fun and leap onta some barrels.

“Summer stinks and winter's waitin'.

Welcome to New York!

Boy, ain't nature fascinating

When you's gotta walk?”

 We all run back inta tha street.

“Still, it's a fine life,

Carrying the banner with me chums!

A mighty fine life,

Blowing every nickel as it comes!”

 Crutchy sings:

“I'm no snoozer,

Sittin' makes me antsy.

I likes livin' chancy.”

 We add:

“Harlem to Delancey!

What a fine life,

Carrying the banner through the slums.”

 We stop and notice tha church wagon com’n down tha street. We begin to walk ova and I see tha boys take off their hats. I’d do that same, but then my hair’d come out, and I’d get more attention than I’s need.

 Some Nuns call out ta us:

“Blessed children.

Though you wander lost and depraved,

Jesus loves you.

You shall be saved.”

 They hold out cups of coffee and rolls, and we’s all eagerly reach out.

“Just gimme half a cup,” Race begs. 

Tha nuns always give me dirty looks ‘cause I dress like a guy, but I don’t care. However I do care when they’s neva give me any food.

“Something ta wake me up,” Blink asks.

“I gotta find an angle.” Mush hands me half a roll, which I take gratefully with a smile.

“I gotta sell more papes.” Crutchy holds up his hands.

 “Papers is all I got

Wish I could catch a breeze

Sure hope the headline's hot

All I can catch is fleas.”

 “God, help me if it's not

Somebody help me, please.”

 We jump inta an alley and join in togetha:

“If I hate the headlines,

I'll make up the headline

And I'll say anything I hafta.

'Cause at two for a penny

If I take too many

Weasel just makes me eat 'em afta!”

 “Look, they're putting up a headline!” A group sings. I look where they’s point’n and see: Trolley Strike Drags On For 3rd Week. I groan.

 “What's it say? That won't pay!” Tha rest follow.

 “They call that a headline?

I get better stories

From the copper on the beat!” We all jump ova tha fence and make our way tha tha distribution center.

 “So where's your spot?”

 “I was gonna start at twenty,

Now a dozen'll be plenty.”

 “God it's hot!”

 “Tell me, how'm I gonna make ends meet?”

 We sing togetha:

“We need a good assassination!

We need an earthquake or a war!”

 “How 'bout a crooked politician?” Snipeshooter calls.

 We all shake our heads.

“Hey, stupid- That ain't news no more!

Uptown to Grand Central Station,

Down to City Hall.

We improves our circulation

Walking 'till we fall!”

I sing along, leap’n, dropp’n, and roll’n as I do.

 “Still we'll be out there,”

 “Look, they're putting up a headline

They call that a headline?

The idiot who wrote it

​must be working for the Sun-”

 “-carrying the banner man to man!”

 -”Didja hear about the fire?

Heard it killed old man Maguire-”

 “We'll be out there,

Soaking every sucker that we can!”

 “-Heard the toll was even higher!

Why do I miss all the fun?”

 “See the headline:

Newsies on a mission!”

Kill the competition!

Sell the next edition!”

 “While we're out there-”

We break inta jump’n around tha square.

 “-Carrying the banner through it all!”

 “A mighty fine life,

Carrying the banner

​tough and tall!’

 “I was gonna start with twenty

But a dozen will be plenty

Would you tell me how'm I ever

Gonna make ends meet?”

 “See the headline,

Newsies on a mission!

Kill the competition!

Sell the next edition!

We’ll be out there, carry’n the banner in the-!”

 We all stop and look ova at Morris and Oscar Delancey, tha two guys you most neva wanna see.

“Dear me, what is that unpleasant aroma?” Race jokes, fann’n his face. “I fear tha sewer might have backed up over tha night.”

“Nah, that’s too good a smell. It must be- tha Delancy broddas!” Crutchy taunts.

“Hiya boys!”

Oscar sneers at us, then shoves Snipeshooter ta tha ground. “In the back, you lousy little shrimp!”

I grit my teeth and step up ta fight, but Jack pushes me behind him

Race shakes his head. “It ain’t good ta do that. Ain’t healthy.”

“It ain’t good ta call people shrimps, unless you’s refer’n ta tha family resemblance of yer brodda here,” Jack points ta Oscar.

“Hey, who here’s up for a bet that Cowboy can take ‘em?” Race asks around.

“I’ll take it!” I speak up.

“Well if it ain’t Kelly’s baby sista,” Oscar sneers at me.

I sneer back. “Well if it ain’t Weasel’s goon and his dumber-than-a-box-a-rocks brodda!”

He tries ta grab me, but Jack steps in between us. 

“That’s an insult!” Morris says.

“Yeah, it is.” Jack leans in his face. “And so is this!” He swipes Morris’ hat and takes off run’n, mak’n tha Delancys chase afta him and earn’n a laugh from everybody.

While Jack goes ta taunt tha Delancies, I go inside tha distribution center and hear:

“ Go! Go! Come on! Get tha lead outta yer pants! Come on! Move it! Move it!”

I walk in and smile as I look up and see tha yell’s origin. “Hey, Flix! How’s it go’n?”

“Not now, Becs! I got these numbskulls ta work with! Don’t push it- you’ll have yer papes!”

Flix deals with print’n tha papes, and I likes to annoy him wheneva I can. When I see Jack again, he’s still run’n with Morris’ hat. Typical.

I also see a pair-a newcomers, who are a bit surprised and confused ‘bout Jack’s behavior.

“What’re you doing?” Tha olda one asks when Jack runs up ta him.

Jack looks ova his shoulda, then back at tha kid. “Runn’n!”

I smile wide and run ova ta join in tha crowd watch’n Jack take on Morris:

“Go get 'em, cowboy!”

 “It's a fine life

Carrying the banner-”

 “You got 'em now, boy!”

 “It's a fine life

Carrying the banner-”

 “Go get 'em, cowboy!”

 “It's a fine life-

Carrying the banner!”

 “You got 'em now, boy!”

 “It's a fine life-

Carrying the banner

It's a-

Go!”

We all break out laugh’n and walk up ta tha distribution counter.

“Ya got ‘em, Cowboy!” Race punches Jack’s shoulda.

“You’re too kind!” Jack bows.

“You’re dead, Cowboy!” Morris remarks as he and Oscar retreat behind tha counter.

We all join up again in line. 

“Oh Mista Weasel!” Jack taunts and rings the bell.

Tha window opens, and I hear: “I told ya before, the name’s ‘Whilesel’.”

Jack skims today's pape, while Weasel grows impatient.

“Well?”

“Back off! I’m inspect’n tha moirchandise!” Jack talks back.

I lean in. “Any good today?”

“As good as any old headline- noth’n new. But we’s gonna make it woik.”

When I pass Weasel my 50 cents for my papes (very stiffly, mind ya), he says: 

“Ya know kid, you really shouldn’t be sell’n. People see a goil in guy’s clothes and they get uncomfortable. Maybe try the workhouse-”

“I paid ya my money, now give me my papes!” I pound tha counter. I’s neva gonna work in a sweatshop!

“Watch it, toots. You wouldn’t want another… reminder, would ya?”

Rats. It’s tha Delancies again. Their ‘reminder’ I got last time was a black eye that lasted a whole week!

“I’s leav’n! I’s leav’n!” I bark at ‘em. I start ta go, see’n as I’s got a while ta walk. My sell’n spot’s tha furthest away aside from Race’s.

Behind me I hear: “Didja miss me, Weasel?” I have ta smile. Jack loves ta get on his nerves!

“Good luck today, guys,” I call.

“See ya, Becs.”

Oh yeah, that’s me. Rebecca “Becs” Carlyle, tha only goil newsie resident of tha Manhattan Newsboys Lodging House. Harlem and Jersey gots a few goils, but theys ain’t so friendly. Tha only friends I’s got is tha ‘Hattan newsies, along with a few from Queens. Odda than that I’s never been outside of New York. Our leader and my big brodda, Jack, says he wants ta go ta someplace called ‘Santa Fe,’ but don’t got the money for it. That’s how dreams die: ya wake up with a slap in tha face called ‘reality’. Now we’s just give up on dreams and sell papes. It ain’t much, but it’s a liv’n, and a family-a sorts.

Alright, time to get to work.

Chapter 2 will be out soon, I promise! If you have requests, please let me know! :)

#newsies 1992 #newsies #spot conlon #Jack Kelly #david jacobs #Les Jacobs #racetrack higgins #mush meyers #kid blink #boots newsies #skittery newsies #crutchy newsies #spot colon x reader #newsies x reader

[mokonahapuuuuuu]

Abridged

Note: So basically, I was thinking of writing COTT the abridged series, but why not try and get my feet wet and abridge one of my own fics. Not to sound like I'm bragging, but I'm proud of myself with 'Box of Beauty' since I got through my ADHD and the story came across like an episode of the show.

Anyways, here it is...! If I do try to abridge episode one of the show, yay for me.

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“This is the millionth time we’re fighting Cronus…!” shouted Jay.

“It’s to keep the episodes going,” said Odie on the PMR. “How else are the cast and crew going to get employed and put food on the table?” 

The teenagers clamoured around Cronus as he beat them all off one by one. “Beating up teenagers is so much fun…!” 

He looked around. The God of Time beat all the teenagers. 

“I am Xena Warrior Princess! Hear my war cry!” Belle raged on on Pegasus. 

“You know, you’re just an OC in part of a fan fiction,” the Time God mocked. “You’re not really apart of the whole show.” 

“Take. That. Back.” Belle’s eyes were raging. 

Cronus got out the poison and slammed it against his sword. “Never!”

Belle’s face was scared badly. 

“Burn…! Literally.” 

—— 

It was pure bedlam. 

Everyone was screaming at the top of their lungs. 

“Belle has been poisoned and scared!” exclaimed Theresa. 

“She can’t bear the responsibility of being the next Zuko!” shouted Herry. 

“I’m not ready for a life changing trip with Belle…!” breathed Atlanta. 

“Where is the honour?” 

“Belle needs the Box of Beauty to be cured of her scar, and the Box is in the Underworld,” began Hera. “But since we use you teenagers as child labour and basically send you out to your deaths, we thank you for not suing us. Especially for complete disregard for your safety. Thank Zeus your parents don’t know what happens at this school.” 

“Um, since I’m the only sane one here, I’ll go get the Box of Beauty for Belle myself,” said Neil. 

“Just go already, we don’t care about you!” exclaimed the rest of the team. 

—— 

“Ooh, the Underworld…” Neil looked around him. “I’m sure I can take on anything that comes my way, ahh!” 

A bunch of skeletons came after him. “Halloween isn’t until eight months…!” 

There was the mausoleum in front of him with the silver box. 

“This must be the Box of Beauty,” began Neil. “I must take it so I can use it to save my love…” 

He felt himself grew older, and he saw himself become an old man. “What, no I don’t want to be an old man! I don’t wanna drink prune juice!” 

The Underworld echoed as he said ‘juice’. 

As Neil walked up to the surface, he saw all his friends greet him. 

“This old man, he played one, he played knick-knack on my thumb…” 

“Archie, okay, I get it, I’m an old man! Shut up!” 

Belle’s face was restored thanks to Neil and the Box of Beauty, and he accomplished his mission. 

“Neil, since you are literally nothing without your good looks, and the show can’t continue on with you as an old man, Aphrodite and I decide to reward you since you saved Belle,” said Poseidon. 

“Reward me with what?” 

Their hands touched Neil. “God powers, activate!” 

Neil was back to his good looking younger self. 

“Aw, man, I really wanted to give him prune juice…!” said Archie. 

Belle and Neil were at the roof patio. 

“You know, I’m beginning to realize a lot of young adult fiction is basically teenagers getting into a lot of dangerous fights,” began Belle. “I mean, look at Harry Potter. If half the things like what happened in the books happened at an ordinary high school, the school would be closed down.”

“That’s the point of it,” began Neil. “It’s just fiction. Plain fantasy. That way, no one gets hurt.”

“So you’re saying that we’re just fictional made up people in a fictional made up world?” she asked. 

Neil nodded. “Basically.” 

Belle looked out into the horizon. “I’m having an existential crisis right now.” 

“Don’t worry,” he kissed her cheek. “I still love you.” 

#class of the titans

[riality-check]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY RIAAAAAAAAAA

As a little birthday present......

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love!

Liam!! Hi!! Thank you!! I’m on mobile so let’s see if the links actually work. Here goes, in no particular order:

Bragging Rights, Fancy Drinks, and the Bartender Conundrum (T, 6.9k, no archive warnings apply)

Eddie and the guys go to a new place in search of a trivia spot safe from frat bros. What Eddie doesn't expect is to become smitten with not one, but two of the bartenders who work there.

Or so he thinks.

This fic is just pure silliness. It combines my love for bar trivia (just won second place last night!!) with my thoughts on gender as seen through Stev(i)e, as well as my first real shot at Corroded Coffin banter. I love it, and I’m over the moon at the fact that so many other people loved it, too!

save a horse, ride an ex-jock (E, 9.8k, no archive warnings apply)

A metalhead and an ex-jock walk into a cowboy themed bar to support their favorite lesbians. Featuring mechanical bull riding, the more fun kind of riding, Steve's horndog inner monologue, and way too many jokes for what was supposed to be just smut.

I was lovingly and wonderfully bribed into writing this by @oriarts and @hexiewrites. It kicked off what’s probably my favorite Steddie AU, and it opened the way for me to write more Chrissy & Eddie bestieship, as well as longer fics!

runnin’ with the devil (M, 11.3k, no archive warnings apply)

Eddie Munson is the lead guitarist of Corroded Coffin and a recovering addict having trouble writing songs again. Steve Harrington, a pop star with familiar vices and worse monsters than Eddie could ever dream of, is asked to help him out.

AKA: The parabolic motion of fame, kickstarted by an unstoppable force meeting an immovable object.

This fic gotten written on impulse. I finished reading Daisy Jones and the Six in all of two days and knew I had to write something about it. I didn’t expect to write as much as I did, I didn’t know how to end it when I first started it, and I never thought I’d even put it on ao3. I’m really, really proud of myself for writing a romance without any kisses at all, and I sincerely thank anyone who bothered to read it.

Skylines, Cigarettes, and Second Chances (M, 29.0k, no archive warnings apply)

Steve and Eddie get together after Vecna. It doesn't last. But when Eddie calls for a favor a few years later, they think that maybe, just maybe, they're worth trying for again.

“Skylines,” my baby, my love. This is the longest fic I’ve ever written, and it was fueled by dining hall coffee, the brainrot, and a desperate need to procrastinate studying for finals. It’s angry and hopeful and sad and fierce and I’m just hoping I can write something even half as good as this again.

Eddie’s Spectacular, Awkward, Very Safe, Very Fun First Time (E, 5.5k, no archive warnings apply)

It's Steve's first time with a guy. It's Eddie's first time ever. Eddie has a lot of thoughts about this.

It’s the one year anniversary of this fic!! This fic was my intro to the fandom. It’s my first explicit work, my first time writing from Eddie’s POV, and even with its imperfections, I love it. I really do.

Thank you so, so much for asking!!

#asked and answered