#and yes i'm still calling it cruel august
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Hey you asked for fear angst things to write. I’m not sure if you wanted an comment on that post or an ask but.
Maybe the tinies are the reason for fear. Like an average person maybe finds themselves in an tiny world. But like the tiny military gets ahold of them. And maybe experiments or uses them as a weapon. Cause sometimes tinys can be scary as heck too.
I imagined a few different scenarios with this prompt! Sorry if this story is a little short, I've been very busy recently, and I'm coming down with the flu!
“Wait- wait! There has to be a misunderstanding!” The alien called in their foreign language, nobody could understand their words, their pleas. Many tried to settle their foreign visitor with little to no success.
It was hard for either parties to trust each other, one was chained, hidden, and exposed to experiments such as sampling and strange studies, they were unable to rest easy and became delirious with time due to the constant trauma and lack of sleep.
The other was subjected to decades of brainwashing, distilling fear of the unknown into their minds ever since they were young. The size difference between the two only made the humans more wary… though over time more and more employees began to speak up. Stating that their experimentation was inhumane and unnecessary.
Eventually those who fought against the cruel treatment gained the upper hand, and all tests were shut down for good. And over time, experts managed to find a way to translate the aliens words, even managing to find a way to reassemble them into new sentences which they then used to communicate with the alien.
It took a long time to gain their trust, but not many will ever be able to forget the fist day of making verbal contact with their visitor…
Professor J. August enters the room. Subject immediately notices their presence and attempts to make themselves as small as possible while pressing their body into a corner. J. August attempts contact.
[Hello? Can you understand me?] Mr August doesn’t attempt to get any closer to subject in hopes to make them more at ease.
Subject looks unmistakably surprised yet remains still, they do not try to communicate in return. Mr August attempts contact again.
[Hello? Can you understand what I’m saying?]
“Y-yes…”
[I’m Professor August, do not worry, I’m not here to cause any harm… none of us here want to hurt you]
There was a long uncomfortable silence before the subject positioned themselves more comfortably, they still seem very wary.
“You did hurt me… you hurt me a lot, I just want to go home, please, please let me go…”
Mr August, along with the majority of his employees look defeated by the pleas… guilt fills the room in silence.
[I know, it was cruel to treat you like so, we promise to release you soon. It’s only right to set you free after all we had done to you. Please know that none of my current employees ever supported this poor treatment.]
The subject aggressively leans forward, the chains tug on their limbs.
“I want to go home! I don’t want your pity! I want to go! Let me go!”
The professor takes a step back and flinches, hastily typing on their tablet before giving up and attempting direct communication in the language.
“You will go home! You will! I promise you that! But please you have to settle down so you don’t scare the authorities into thinking you’re a threat.”
There was another sudden silence between the two. The subject now begins to cry due to their anxiety and high levels of stress. Doctors and scientists suspect that the alien is only a juvenile, around the ages of 12 to 16, treating like the suspected range of age has yielded positive results.
[I’m sorry for my sudden behavior, I didn’t mean to yell at you. I only want to help you and I… I panicked. I don’t want anyone to hurt you anymore.]
“… I didn’t mean to scare anyone… I thought I was the only one that was scared. I’m sorry…”
[it’s not your fault, but please try to stay as calm as possible okay? Then I promise you that everything will go well]
"And if it doesn't...?"
[... you have my word]
The subject doesn't seem too happy with the answer, and it retreats back into its corner.
From then forward, none other than professor August was permitted to communicate with the specimen. Their relationship never improved much despite his efforts to comfort and bond with the child. This never persuaded Professor August to prolong the beings' stay. At the end of that same year, the being was set free.
Unfortunately for earth, it's reputation from then on was permanently tarnished, for not only holding a young child hostage but also torturing it. To this day, every other species has deemed this planet unnegotiable due to their false promises and brutal treatment to their own species and those of any other...
#gentle giant#g/t community#giant/tiny#g/t#gt community#gt story#gt art#gt angst#alien#writblr#writerscorner#writing#gt writing
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CCs - link your favourite and/or most popular post from each month this year and tag CCs you love.
tagged by the talented & lovely @dreamaze. thank you for the tagging me, wings :) hope u dont mind that i stole your layout idea
tagging @eggheons @lunetual @nunutual @bearwoo @changkkyun @05-14 @we-called-monsta-for-a-reason @imcks @ye-xiu you're all really neat and wish i could gif like you thank you ily
I started giffing in 2023. It has been a fun and frustrating time filled with learning and tears. my laptop gets overheated easily for any given task much like me, but hope to make more this year and make more friends! i love you all. thanks for making 2023 fun when irl has been a dumpster fire ❤️🍉
January
❤️Popular: Kihyun's hand choreo in the Reason cb
🍉Favourite: Yamapi's ass-ets in alice in borderland. I kid you not this 1 gif took me 2 hours to make. I had to resize it so many times and ps kept crashing. i wanted to cry but his round 🍑 made me want to gif more loll
February
❤️Popular & 🍉Favourite: Hyungwon dissociating in public
March
❤️Popular: Shownu in Shoot Out era
🍉Favourite: POV Minhyuk giving us tiffany's ring his enlistment letter. Ididnt know how to do add a picture disappearing in ps so i made a video and then made a gif out of that vvideo 👍🏽
April
❤️Popular: totk trailer
🍉Favourite: shownu best leader for #shownureturns here i'm starting to learn how to add multiple gifs in one
May
❤️Popular: Link in Tingle outfit Best outfit in botw/totk btw
🍉Favourite: Jooheon living up to Hype Energy moniker. i think this is my best work and i cant ever top this
June
❤️Popular: Shownu superpowers
🍉Favourite: Changkyun Overdrive solo. Trying out different styles but my colouring was still not it
July
❤️Popular: Death Comes to Permberley proposal
🍉Favourite: NEWS - weeeeek. i made this for me and the 1 other news fan on tumblr
August
❤️Popular: Mignon "Please dont throw me away"
🍉Favourite: Slam Dunk Jooheon & Miyeon
September
❤️Popular: Mignon yin and yang
🍉Favourite: "Passion Passion Passion!!" by Lee Jooheon
October
❤️Popular & 🍉Favourite: Jooheon Bday set. i overworked this month and then went to japan and hk to spend all the money i earned so i didnt have the capcity to make gifs. what a time to be alive
November
❤️Popular: Showheon popo set
🍉Favourite: Minhyuk bday set. i was sick while making this lol fun times
December
❤️Popular: petition to add the horse move to mx choreography
🍉Favourite: Lee Sun Kyun in My Ahjusshi. am devastated by his passing. It was cruel how his business was in the news constantly. the media, the people who wont stop talking about him and his family, the women who extorted him are all to blame.
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Be My Favorite Live Blogging
Haven't been really watching shows and haven't watched anything long since literally August but now that it's nearing the end of the semester and I have big, big projects due that I'm not close to being done, clearly it's the correct time to watch this.
I've been anticipating this for so long, I hope I love it.
Ep 1 (Nov 23)
1-1
hijabi side character
12 years after 1st year, so are they 30 years old now?
not Pisaeng being a liar! lol
1-2
oh yeah, Kawi is a translator!
the time travel has started
1-3
omg him getting a call from his dad and going to see him and hug him T.T because his dad passed away in real life T.T
oh the first time travel iteration, i'm having fun
"Do you like me? [...] What should I think?"
1-4
The way Kawi has already begun to act unlike himself and getting out of his shell like with Pisaeng in the locker room and dancing drunk in the bar, even if it involves first stealing Pisaeng's clothes and next his money
Fun start!
Ep 2 (Nov 24)
2-1
ohh okay so doing that takes you to the same moment as when you twisted it? both in the present and past
2-2
Ahh, his time travel affecting the current timeline, he's now besties with Pisaeng and isn't a recluse
2-3
Kawi's repeatedly using Pisaeng's money and whining is offputting. like i fully know that a large portion of his inferiority complex comes from the lack of money and how he thinks that people think of him poorly because of it but omg it's so ew
2-4
I would hate to be in Pear's situation so much omg she was hoping to get have lunch with the guy she's known for a while + probably has a crush on and now he's left her at this restaurant with some random dude who has definitely been trying to get closer to her... rip but she's being nice about it
ah, the kissing the best man on the day of the wedding
the coming-back-to-win-prize is extremely expected lol
Krist's expressions are too much fr, reminds me why I don't like certain slap-stick cartoonish jBLs. paired with the whining? please I need it to lessen over time
Ep 3 (Nov 24)
3-1
Pear inviting a friend as soon as she realized Pisaeng had ditched and now she's having lunch alone with this guy who could misconstrue this as a date, exactly so true
For all my ehh feelings about Khai's mannerisms, the way he says "Then who do you like? O.O" is so good
3-4
I know the point is that Kawi is unlikeable and doesn't quite know how to navigate people or relationships but he's supposed to grow throughout the show but man he bothers me fr like the way he keeps being cruel to Pisaeng is just. I know it's cuz he doesn't want Pisaeng to fall for him and leave Pear on their wedding day but it's like girl...
actually more than just terating him shitty, it bothers me that every time Kawi acts like he doesn't get why Pisaeng is hurt. "Oh just this hurt you?" "Why are you mad?" etc
loll the lottery ticket thing is so true
I was whatever about Gawin in Not Me and wasn't really someone I wasn't someone I was drawn to in general but I really like him in this role! Hot boy Pisaeng let's go
Ep 4 (Nov 25)
4-1
The way Kawi wears his backpack only on one shoulder bothers me cuz it doesn't look light
4-2
broo Kawi put your fucking backpack on properly like the whole game whatever is dumb and annoying obviously but don't be silly
I hate these confession things so much, fuck Not for real. ofc it's a lot of pressure on Kawi to confess but I also hate these things that definitely pressure the girl into feeling like she has to say yes
4-3
okayy at least they're all leaving the two of them together, rather than witnessing the confession but I kinda thought they were gonna film him get rejected or smth
oh lmfao they're eavesdropping on him knowing he'd get rejected such bastards
I knowww the point is that Kawi has many shortcomings but goddamn being 30 in a freshman's body and still making stupid decisions is so annoying to watch, why are you going to the nightclub rn bffr and he knows Not is an asshold, he almost slipped up when he tried to make Not and Pisaeng go back to being friends so why is he hanging around Not still smh
Not stop trying to get a girl to sleep with a drunk Kawi omg
4-4
annoying, including what Pisaeng is saying
although drunk Kawi jumping past!Pisaeng for the crimes for current Pisaeng is funny though, Pisaeng is confused as hell
ah Pisaeng gay and avoidant
Damn, Kawi really got Pisaeng to confess to Pear that he doesn't like her and never will, good job
wait... Pear asking to sit with Kawi... knowing that she doesn't have a chance with Pisaeng... are we gonna get groom Kawi in the new future?
bro wtf he's not going to go back to the present? how are you not curious enough smh but I guess he doesn't know that Pisaeng said no to Pear
Ep 5 (Nov 25)
5-1
Oh, he wants to accomplish his last goal of dating Pear or whatever before going back...
oh Pisaeng taken with seeing boys kissing at the club he works at
5-2
ahh Pisaeng going to the gay club!
aww him running out as soon as he saw Max and got recognized
ah Max good head
5-3
I don't want Kwan to be nice to Nott, she's too good for him
I don't quite agree with Max because what do you mean people don't care or gossip or talk about where you go and what you do
lol did Kwan being nice to Nott make Nott be nice to Kawi. will it last
not Kawi running to meet Pisaeng and actually apologizing gj
Pisaeng really confessed
5-4
Corny scene of Kawi and Pisaeng but better than the whining
damn singer Kawi
oh the next episode has the drunk scene with Kawi asking why Pisaeng likes him... it's in every edit + trailer I think
Ep 6 (Nov 26)
6-1
lol is a business tycoon that good to watch, Max?
Pear whining to her dad to treat Kawi's father is so... eh? idk it's a serious topic but idk
oh damn the dinner with Pear's father is going really sideways
Pisaeng shouldn't have told Pear but that's one thing, I don't think Pear also shouldn't have just started talking about Kawi's dad to her dad without consulting him
but also was Kawi planning on asking Pear's dad without telling Pear beforehand?
Kawi's little drunk ramble here is pretty good
6-2
wtf why is Nott being cute and smiley to Pear...
oh the drunk Kawi and Pisaeng kissing
what are we doing why are we unbuttoning the drunk guy's shirt bro
okay sorry I think this would've been better if I though Kawi was attractive
not Kawi falling asleep omg pls
6-3
she may be a capitalist businesswoman but at least she supports queer people and her son being queer
oh my bad spoke too soon! she's like keep it quietttt
oh so Nott is there to tell Pear he thinks Kawi isn't straight?
lol not the time-travelling sleep-talking
crying why didn't Pisaeng shut Kawi up quicker
6-4
oh Pisaeng has become bold
Ep 7 (Nov 26)
7-1
ahhh tragic the way Pisaeng
aw, I'm proud of Kawi, mans really accomplishing his goals
girl what kaljdsfkljadsf omg
7-2
so how does memory work here? Does Kawi just know the lyrics even though it's a song he never learned in a life he hasn't lived?
but i'm assuming there's still stuff wrong with his life and him being so happy is out of character?
girl not Nott D: Pear no
oh nooo Pear and Kawi had been dating but he's been putting her through it?
Can they show what actually lead to Kawi and Pear's breakup?
omg ? did Kawi cheat on Pear with Pisaeng or smth?
7-3
omg Nott is suchhh a dickhead, how is he getting both Kwan and Pear smhhh
girl so you're pregnant, get an abortion plsss ik it's not as easy as i'm saying it but T.T tying yourself to Nott for life?
okay at least Kawi didn't cheat on Pear, he just didn't wanna marry her and settle down
7-4
I guess Kawi let Pisaeng be true to himself but leading him to discover him being gay?
ahh Pisaeng giving Kawi gift for his "confession" anniversary even 8 years down the line, how are you so down bad omg Kawi and Pisaeng are both kings of holding onto crushes, though at least Pisaeng has been around Kawi this whole time, unlike Kawi having like no contact with Pear lol
Okay my confession is that Nott and Kwan are both very attractive to me and kinda want to see them play a couple together
Ep 8 (Nov 27)
8-1
tragic reaction to the kiss
so did Kawi often kiss Pisaeng while drunk? and forget or what?
8-2
aw man the dad died right away
i mean... Pisaeng's mom isn't wrong here tbh
dang, Kawi gave Pisaeng his diary
I feel like Kawi should've given Pisaeng some more concrete proof ngl
8-3
forever gotta love a queer ralley or info session or whatever in a BL
plsss not all this dramatics while Pisaeng prlly just dropping his mother off at the airport but i suppose it'll move Kawi along in his feelings bravery journey
8-4
girl not the time travel man almost getting to Pisaeng's car
Ep 9 (Nov 28)
9-1
is the writer or director of this show a child of divorce with a shitty mother who is obsessed with her work and never there for her kid or smth? because pear, kawi, pisaeng all have separated parents, pear and kawi love and are in contact with their fathers while their mothers left for work and a diff family respectively. pisaeng is living with his mom technically but she's also never there and busy with her work. we could've at least examined why women are forced into these scenarios for at least 1 situation instead of having 3 shitty moms for no reason lmao
9-2
agh Not is a problem fr
idk i kinda don't care about Kawi and Pisaeng cuteness negl even though I feel like I should be having fun with it... I'm just kinda bored of this show rip even though it's like objectively not bad and probably not actually boring
9-3
bro Not isn't just calling Pear but discussing it with a group in public, get fucked fr
aw Pear
9-4
Kwan needs to get over Nott and Pear needs to not entertain him either aghhh this fucker
Kwan is so pretty fr I cannot see her like Nott fr T.T and Nott is nicef to look at too, why can't he be a decent guy
ah Pear asking Nott to not tell anybody, she's kind but he's an asshole who's already told everybody so
and at least she's not falling for him, yes a win
At first I was watching this show on 1.25 but I started doing 1.5x because I kinda want it to be done
Ep 10 (Nov 28/29)
10-1
Nott pushing Kwan like that??? die
10-2
hehe making up with friends Pear and Max
awwww this tragic Pisaeng moment with his mother
ohh so the mother approved finally
10-3
Kawi is a 30 year old virgin who figured out he likes guys also like a week ago so I understand why he's shy, its not out of character for him the way it is for many of the other BL characters but it's still so awkward T.T
just gonna ignore Max's response to possibly asexuality but whatever lol
[Linguistics] Oh, then discussing stopping gu/mueng and using Khun or smth instead because they're dating now
10-4
not even gonna lie, skipped the entire intimate scene thing because it's making me uncomfortable idk like it's not giving horniness vibes which is definitely fine, i love tender and sweet but for some reason it's giving me the ick here - maybe cuz I actually wanted it to go a different way of maybe not leading to sex and going in an ace route?
i saw a glimpse of the kissing and yeah not into it
Actually, I wonder if not watching anything risque or sexual in a show for the past few months has made me averse to it again? but idk bout that cuz I've been enjoying the Pit Babe edits lmfao (although the edits don't really show much actual NC content, just convos before or interactions)
Anyway 2 more episodes, I can do this. idk why i'm so meh about this show when I've been hoping to love it while many people who were so apprehensive about it like it way more than me
Ep 11 (Nov 29)
11-1
Aw Pear and her mother making up
having to skip through the continuation of the Kawi and Pisaeng sex scene to get to the interweaved character stories lmfao
11-2
Graduation gift? How fucking long has Kawi been living in the past
the compilation of Kawi and Pisaeng (+friends at Christmas) is cute, aw
11-3
wait Pearmai wedding invitation? Is this still in the past?
the constant Khun is so confusing now
11-4
I'm so confused by the passing of time this episode, ig it's been a few days since Kawi got sick?
ohhhh so the reason nothing happened with Pisaeng the first time is because it was his first time spinning the snowglobe so he's back there on his second try
omg just one more episode left, i'm so tired of this show i want it to be done
Ep 12 (Nov 30)
Last day of the month and I'm finally almost done whooo 1 last episode on 1.5x let's go
12-1
Ohh, nice choice to make Kawi reflect on not wanting to actually become famous
12-2
I don't get the aging thing either
Okay my bad I really skipped through this last ep to get the just of what's going on
Overall:
It is such a tragedy that despite looking forward to this show for so long and enjoying some aspects and moments, ultimately, it fell flat for me. I feel like a lot of this show was objectively done well like the character arcs and acting and stuff but I'm not attached to any of it. The romance didn't make me feel giddy even though I really wish it had like it's strange that I didn't care at all about all those cute moments Kawi and Pisaeng had or the established relationship montages when usually they're some of my favourite aspects of a BL. agh whatever ig at least the show didn't treat Pear terribly.
Rating: 5.5/10
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In the aftermath of “Striving for your Attention”:
- currently writing a one-shot, so hopefully I'll get that up by the weekend. Is it yet another soulmate AU? Yes. Yes it is. Am I sick of writing soulmate AU stories yet? Nope. Never. It will forever be my favourite trope.
- also writing a multi-chaptered angst-filled story, by this time I’ll probably write most of it before publishing it, since it’s slow burn and more for my own gratuitous need to write the story and get it out there. I don’t think it’ll be out anytime soon, so just expect a lot of one-shots until then.
- also found 10 unfinished stories, so I’ll try to get them out in the near future.
- I have not abandoned the CelebrityChef! AU. I’ll get back to it once I get the one-shot out.
- same goes for the Neighbour AU. And there’s also a Roommate AU to look forward to as well…
Just lots to look forward to in the upcoming months.
Also a head’s up, I have a hospital visit in late August for a screening, so it depends on whether it goes routinely and I get the all-clear that I’m healthy, then I’ll have something posted, but if not, that’s likely the reason I’ll be MIA. I believe I’m healthy (I’m still young!), but you never know with these things.
And since I feel like there should be a reward after having to read this note, here's a snippet of the Roommate AU, which won't be out until the aforementioned fics are complete (so in a way, this is a bit cruel to tease you guys on this, but at the same time, I just opened the document just now and laughed at how similar vibe it was to "Striving for Your Attention"--except this one has both of their POVs in each chapter, because I'm experimenting a new writing style). So here's the beginning of the story, complete with chapter title:
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Rule 1 – Creepily Talking to Each Other Over the Vents is Forbidden.
While it became common knowledge that Isshiki Satoshi had gone to train at the Kinokuni household at the age of four, and therefore was childhood friends with Kinokuni Nene (or guest lodger, according to said childhood friend), few knew that after Satoshi had returned to the Isshiki household, he had continued to keep in touch with his host family.
It started with the usual pleasantries, talking to them over the phone to wish them goodwill and fortune on special holidays and occasions, but over time, it had morphed into talking about Satoshi’s day, whether he was eating enough, if he was working too hard, and how young men should go out and play instead of staying indoors. Satoshi had enjoyed those moments of talking with the Kinokunis, of having someone caring for him, not just as an heir to the Isshiki household.
Of all the calls to the Kinokuni household, Nene-chan never participates, even though her mother always lets her know that Satoshi is on the other line.
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songs I desperately want taylor to play when she comes to europe
our song (country taylor I cannot wait to meet you)
I'm only me when I'm with you (<3)
fearless (underrated classic)
you belong with me (the first song I ever heard by taylor. I cannot tell you how many times I watched that videoclip. I even downloaded it on my iPod. yes I'm that old.)
love story (I mean, do I even need to explain?)
sparks fly (drop everything NOW)
back to december (iconic. also fun fact I always thought the lyric was: maybe this is wishful thinking, probably my last dream and, if you love again, I swear I'll love you right)
enchanted (PLEASE DON'T BE IN LOVE WITH SOMEONE ELSE)
long live (I need to hear it live at least once in my lifetime. I'll do anything)
the story of us (!!!!!!!! fave song when I was 12 and honestly kinda still)
treacherous (pls)
style (please acoustic version. I'm begging)
wildest dreams (you see me in HINDSIGHT, tangled up with you ALL NIGHT, BURNING - IT - DOWN, someday when you LEAVE ME, I bet these MEMORIES, FOLLOW - YOU - AROUND)
...ready for it? (in the middle of the night...... in my dreams..... AH)
I did something bad (if a man talks SHIT then I owe him NOTHING)
delicate (one two three LET'S GO BITCH)
gorgeous (I saw a live version on youtube and I cannot stop thinking about it. the audience singing the *ding*. so iconic. I wanna be part of it)
call it what you want (one of the most romantic songs of all time. I listen to the snl version every day)
new year's day (please don't ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognise anywhere)
cornelia street (the live version from paris haunts me. I NEED to hear it in person)
death by a thousand cuts (see above)
cruel summer (I LOVE YOU AIN'T THAT THE WORST THING YOU EVER HEARD)
paper rings (such a bop!!! nobody can convice me other wise)
the man (honestly hear for that pause when she sings so it's okay that I'm maaaaad?)
london boy (my friend and I were in london this summer and we were playing this song pretty much the entire time)
cardigan (but I knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss, I knew you'd haunt all of my what ifs, the smell of smoke would hang around this long, 'cause I knew everything when I was young, I knew I'd curse you for the longest time, chasin' shadows in the grocery line, I knew you'd miss me once the thrill expired, and you'd be standin' in my front porch light, and I knew you'd come back to MEEEE)
this is me trying (the song that truly understood me)
august (you know you want to, taylor)
betty (taylor, please say fuck)
'tis the damn season (now I'm missing your smile, heart me out)
long story short (I'm so here for the soft: long story short, I survive-ived at the end of the song)
no body, no crime (if she does it, the performance will be ✨iconic✨)
right where you left me (fave song. ever.)
mr. perfectly fine (HOW'S YOUR HEART AFTER BREAKING MINE)
that's when (such a bop)
I bet you think about me (I listen to this song every day)
all too well (10 minute version) (obviously)
anti-hero (sexy baby)
you're on your own kid (bringing the tissues)
karma (I just KNOW she'll love performing this live)
would've, could've should've (GIVE ME BACK MY GIRLHOOD, IT WAS MINE FIRST)
(in order of release date)
@taylorswift @taylornation
#I hope y'all notice lover is my favourite album#also speak now = the album I truly became a swiftie#taylurking#the eras tour
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I always knew this day would come someday, but i was never prepared for it. It always gave me insane anxiety and discomfort-like whenever i thought of 'that' day, i could feel my heartbeat beating abruptly, my breaths grew heavier and the pain would be unbearable. But we can't control things in life no matter how hard we try.
I have always been stubborn like a kid when it comes to matters of my heart. My brain automatically would take a backseat when my heart rebels.
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I met her first when i was around 15 or 16 maybe. Now i am 25 and it was almost time to meet her again, but this time for the last time.
I promised her that i would be back for her one last time, when we're more mature and time has given us enough tragedies to be wiser than before.
15th August, 2022.
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When the whole world was celebrating freedom, i was wishing to be free as well. But my freedom was different.
I didn't tell her the reason of our meeting, as i waited in a coffee shop near her appartment.
I texted her, "Hi, I'm here waiting".
She called back and asked where exactly i was.
She wore white T-shirt with black horizontal stripes on it. I don't know if it was poetic justice or what- but on our first meeting she wore black. And through the shades of black to white, 8 years had pass. It is a decent amount of time to get over your first childhood love- but time is never enough when you're love is selfless, divine, pure magic, tragic and cruel all at once.
We shook hands and started walking. She looked sad and tired- or maybe it had been a long time since we last met and i didn't know her anymore like how i used to know.
But to me she looked sad, sadder than the branches shedding autumn leaves.
"Hey, you look sad", i couldn't stop myself from speaking my mind. It was always like this - whenever I was with her, i could never filter my thoughts and seperate it from the words that came out of mouth. It was like magic.
"No, i woke up very late this morning and then came straight to meet you, let's go to McDonald's, that's where i hangout sometimes."
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I was hoping for a coffee shop meet but i can't blame McDonald's for it. I ordered a lemon drink for myself and she ordered an ice-cream.
That was the worst lemon drink of my life. She offered me her ice-cream as she asked for an extra spoon. Her wooden spoon had her lipstick stains and said she'll get a fresh one for me. In my heart i wished they had ran out of spoons but that wasn't the case. As we shared ice-cream and cursed that lemon drink, our conversations started getting intersting. After talking about our miserable work lives and the generic corporate bitching- we shifted to our beautiful and simpler past. We left McDonald's and started walking. It was drizzling a bit so i took out my umbrella from my cross-bag. It was the most memorable walk of my life. As the rain poured and she was walking so close to me, again after almost 4 years. I wanted time to stop there forever. After walking and talking about some mutual friends and our school times, we moved towards that same coffee shop where i was waiting for her initially.
The coffee table had Ludo board as it's design and there was dice and red and blue pieces. I took red she chose blue. I have never to this date lost a game of ludo like that. My three pieces were still not developed as she cut me 3 times- but she had only one remaining piece and everything else was already in home. Life felt like that Ludo game to me, but it felt nice losing everything to the person whom i loved truly.
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"Do you remember my promise? You know I'm meeting you for last time" i said.
"Yes, it felt like it since the beginning" she had guessed it in her heart too. Because no-one travels 1000miles just so that they can "just" meet an old friend.
And we talked and talked and talked. She was insisting me to eat something, but i didn't. I kept telling her i always wanted to spend more time her. I got so little time with her. I didn't want to eat but just talk and talk and talk.
And that is what we did for next three hours.
"Why you look so sad, i mean you don't seem yourself to me, like how ive always known you" i said.
" Ahh.. all the bad wishes from my ex lovers are coming true i guess. I don't have fun, i don't go out and nothing is interesting anymore"
"But why didn't my good wishes worked, damnn. I wished they did"
She laughed a bit for the first time as i said it.
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We talked about all her ex lovers. She kept asking me why i didn't move on and that i should.
"I wish it was that easy for me too. I really want to get over it. But there has not been a single day in last 4 years when i didn't think of you once. It's insane like a disease. How can i think of you for this long? Every single fucking day?- that is why im here, because i keep my promises. To see you for one last time. You told me recently you're getting married by next year. Since that day, my mind was going crazy. I had to find a way. This is for the last time. Good-bye"
... i can't torture myself for rest of my life. I wish the best for you. I wish you get someone who treats you just as special. But i have to get away you know."
She realised the times has finally come.
I don't know how she felt, she expected it too.
Then we left the coffee shop and took a long walk beside a lake. There we talked and talked and talked and i wished our conversations never end. We took a couple photographs which i didn't asked from her later.
When my cab came we hugged and shook hands, it felt like her hands wanted to hold a bit longer but mine didn't.
She told me don't be sad as i saw her for the last time.
It was the best and worst day of my life and i felt something probably for the last day.
I played "Dast-e-tanhai" on the cab music system and she disappeared before my eyes for the last time.
And i have ever since forgotten how to feel things.. and i guess it will good after awhile.
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Hmmm, yall remember the reputation era when miss Taylor gave us two very different music videos for one song, Delicate? What if she decided to do the same thing with cardigan after blessing us with betty and cruel august music videos?
#taylor swift#Taylor Princess Swift#just spitballing here#i love that idea#and yes i'm still calling it cruel august#because it is#am i maybe a little too obsessed with it? maybe#do i care? no
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The Instructor - Part 5
Summary: Augusts confronts your betrayal.
Pairing: August Walker x Female Reader
Word Count: approx 4k
Warnings: Dark, violence, abuse, choking, hitting, punching, orgasm denial, orgasm control, sex (p in v), mdom/fsub, switch, praise kink, degradation kink, name calling, dubious consent. I tried to mention everything if I missed something I sincerely apologise.
Authors Note: FINAL PART. There are probably going to be massive plot holes, sorry about that, this was never meant to be a series, so I didn’t do anywhere near the set up needed. However, I’m glad I did do a series because I enjoyed playing around with some of the darker aspects of the story. If it sucks, I'm sorry, I just went for it and this is what came out! It probably also isn't strictly cannon, but I made use of some aspects of the MI cannon.
Unbeta'd and unedited, there will be errors.
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Part 4
The Instructor Part 5
You thought you had felt true fear before this moment, but you were wrong. Confronted with the unyielding stare of August, your stomach twists and your mouth goes dry. You’re completely and utterly fucked.
You try to answer August, make up a believable lie, beg forgiveness, say anything. But you can’t, it’s like he can see into your soul and you know that any lie you tell him will only make him angrier.
Quicker than lightning, August’s hands grip your throat. He pushes you to the wall, uncaring as your head hits it so hard your vision swims. Both his hands push into your neck, compressing your arteries and you feel the blood pooling, building pressure behind your eyes. This wasn’t the subtle choking he engaged in when you played. No, this was Special Agent August Walker trying to kill you.
You are stretched against the wall, your toes barely touch the ground. You are a trained soldier, but August is a trained assassin, you know you won’t last long in a situation like this, you will pass out in less than a minute. Then all August had to do was keep squeezing and you would be dust.
“Why, pet?” August asks through clenched teeth.
You can’t speak, you have no air. You plead to August with your eyes, silently begging him to stop. His hands press harder and you feel him crushing your trachea with his leathal hands. You scratch at his hands, his face, his eyes. You kick with your feet, frantic, feeling yourself get weaker by the second. You get one lucky shot in and for a moment August’s grip falters as he doubles over retching in pain.
You slam the palm of your hand into his forearms and he lets you go. You run for the door, your nudity the last of your concerns. Your throat hurts as you run, bruised and raw, you gulp breath in, coughing you try and fill your lungs again. You reach the door, pull the handle. It stops, not making a full rotation.
“Fuck!” you scream in frustration. You turn the lock and try to open in again. It does and for a brief moment you taste freedom.
A foot kicks the door closed and August is in front of you. You back away from him as he locks it again. In the unlikely event you live through this night, you will never forget the snarl on his face. You look into his eyes, expecting to see the eyes of a killer and August doesn’t disappoint. His azure eyes burn with such murderous intent, for a moment you think you are going to lose control of your bladder.
But there is something else there, something he tries to hide behind his fury. You search his face, trying to see past the mask and find what he is concealing. You wince when you see it. August was hurt. Your betrayal had hurt him.
“This is even more fun than the first time we fucked, Pet,” he says, mockingly. August advances on you with a bullish intent. He is magnificent as he stalks you, his loose pyjama pants hang low on his hips, his chest is taut and his thick ropey arms flex as he readies them for a fight.
You try and think clearly, maybe you should confess everything. He’s going to kill you if you don’t. If only you had long enough to check his records, but you couldn’t put your associates at risk if you weren’t sure.
Lifting your chin, you accept your fate. You ready a fighting stance, and August does too. You understand you can’t beat him, but you won’t die without a fight.
You dodge his first attack, and you’re not surprised that he led with his fists. He only needs one to land and he would break your bones. You retreat to the kitchen, praying its laid out the same as yours. Opening the draw with the knives, you pull one out. It’s not ideal, its weight wasn’t distributed well for fighting, but it was better than nothing. Your gun is in your room and you have no idea where August keeps his.
Turning the tables and going on the offensive, you make August back up and you move to the door. You hold the knife expertly, and as long as you keep August from getting his own weapon, the fight might be a fair one. You have so much adrenaline pumping through your veins you start to shake. The blade accentuates the tremors and August see’s, of course he would find your weakness.
“Put the knife down, Pet,” August orders, his voice was smooth, calm and commanding. You nearly stumble, his words sent shivers down your spine. How can he still have an effect on you? “You know I can’t let you out of here.”
You gage the distance to the door, it was still so far away. Your fear made you want to run to it again, but you knew it would be a mistake. Better to keep advancing slowly, forcing August back.
But August stops retreating and plants himself in front of the door. He stretches his neck, rolls his shoulders, his naked torso hides nothing and you see his muscles ripple under his skin. Your body and mind are in conflict, confused by the stimulus. You’re terrified of August, but fear of him and what he is capable of was part of his appeal, part of his savage, dominant sexuality. Your body can’t tell the difference and you feel it responding, your centre grows warm, throbbing and your arousal moistens the apex of your thighs.
“Please,” you murmur. Confronted with August’s obstruction and his dismissiveness of your threat, you lose hope. You feel weak and exhausted. Again, you contemplate confessing everything, but you aren’t a coward, you were realistic.
The cruel snarl on August’s face becomes a smirk as you plead. “I love hearing you beg, Pet,” he taunts.
He attacks again, this time grabbing a chair from the dining table. You try and duck but he is too fast for you and the solid wood chair cracks you over your head and shoulders. You stumble to the ground; your vision wavers and you nearly pass out. You try and get to your knees, but your arms won’t cooperate and you fall to the floor, no doubt you have a concussion. You look for the knife, see it about a metre away. With your head thumping and your heart racing, you scramble for it, but August reaches you first.
Gripping both your ankles, August uses your legs and body weight against you, flipping you onto your back. He pulls you to him, your skin rubs against the carpet and you howl with pain as you feel the fibres burn your ass and back. August climbs on top of you, his hands are at your throat again, squeezing the life from you.
“You’re killing me, August,” you try and say, but all you hear is your pathetic whimpers. You feebly punch and slap at August, but you are spent. You give up, you tried. You get angry at yourself for even thinking of giving up, but you didn’t know what else to do. You can’t win. Tears well in your eyes and start to roll down your cheeks. You squeeze them shut, ashamed that you cried in your last moments, that you gave up, that you didn’t fight.
The pressure on your throat relaxes, and you gulp in air, coughing and retching as your inflamed throat protests. You try to roll to your side to breath easier, but August doesn’t allow it, his body still traps yours and one hand still grips your throat. You feel his whiskered lips on your cheeks, kissing away your tears. You open your eyes and are consumed by his and the fire that burns within them. You wonder what your eyes are saying to his.
August shifts his hips and you feel him, hard under his thin pants. Your eyes widen, he really had been enjoying the fight. It scares you, feeling how hard and fully erect he his, aroused by trying to kill you. But you knew how hypocritical that was, because even now, terrified, a moment from death, you ache for him.
You roll your hips, sliding your bare, slick slit against August, the fabric of his pants harsh against your clit, but you feel him beneath it, and you can’t stop. You don’t want to but your craving for him was too strong.
If you didn’t know August as well as you did, you may have missed the surprise in his eyes. It came and went so quickly. His lip curled, triumphant, he had you where he wanted you, desperate, without fight left and completely his.
August’s arrogant look, his smug sneer, his complete domination of you made you lose the last shred of dignity you had and you beg for him.
“Please, please,” you whimper.
“You’re such a little whore,” August scolds you. “Do you think you can fuck your way out of this?”
You shake your head, “No.” You cry again, fat tears rolling down your cheeks in a constant stream, but you don’t stop your wanton grinding. You need to feel him inside you.
“Why are you so fucking wet, Pet?” August asks, his jeering tone warmed your face with shame.
“I don’t know!” you cry.
“Yes, you do, Pet.”
You try to turn away and hide from his knowing eyes. August won’t let you, griping your cheeks with his fingers, digging deep, the soft flesh pressing painfully against your teeth. Through your sobs you say, “Because I want you.”
“Beg me,” August’s voice changed, becoming low and hoarse. He starts to move with you, teasing you. “Beg for my cock.”
You don’t try to hold back, the words fall freely, “Please August, please.”
August tuts, “You can do better than that, Pet. Tell me what you want.”
“Fuck me, August,” you sob. You’re ashamed of yourself, of how wet you are, how badly you want him, how easily you submit. But it feels too good, playing on the edge as you were, where fear and arousal become interchangeable, you had never felt such bliss.
Taking his pants off, August fists his cock as he takes you in, his gaze rakes over you, lingering on your desperate cunt. Lining himself up, he teases your entrance. When he slides himself over you, he groans as his eyes close and he throws his head back. You realise, you’re not as powerless as you thought, he wants you too and just as badly.
Bringing his head down next to yours, he growls in your ear, “Keep going, Pet. Tell me how badly you want me to fuck your hot little cunt.”
You start mumbling, “Please August, please. I need you.” You throw your arms around him, grip his ass and pull him closer. Your nails dig into his skin as you urge him into you.
With a violent thrust, August enters you. Both of you cry out, your twin shouts echo in each other’s ears. “You feel so good, pet. So wet and so fucking tight.” You mewl under him. He is stretching you, painfully. He offered your core no preparation and it protested his invasion, clamping down hard. August wasn’t fucking around, if he had taken any pity on you in the past, he wasn’t this time. He pumps into you, his pelvis making long driving strokes, your walls straining against the force of his cock, unready for his intrusion.
August hooks your knees over his arms and forcing your legs wider, he is finally sheathed. Increasing his pace, he uses you, furious, punishing and without pity. He offers you no pleasure, he takes what he wants. His face above you is twisted, angry, and hateful. This is payback, revenge, hurt me and I’ll destroy you. But despite that, or maybe because you feel you deserve it, a familiar pressure starts to build between your legs.
“August,” you beg. “I need to cum, please.”
Leaning down, pushing his weight onto your already strained legs, he brings his face to yours. His eyes are dark and sadistic as he says vindictively, “No.”
You groan. You were so close, you don’t know if you can stop it. “Please!” you howl. Fresh tears fill your eyes and you implore him.
“No.” August says, his voice cruel and merciless. “You cum and I’ll fuck your ass raw.”
You squeeze your eyes shut. You try and think of all the parts of your body that hurt. Your head, shoulders, legs, the skin on your back rubbing against the carpet. But it doesn’t work. Your body is so warm, tingling, your skin feels alive and the pain is dull compared to the rapture you feel.
Your body is suddenly wrest from the floor. August withdraws from you and flips you onto your knees and violates you again. You feel August’s hand in your hair and he forces your face into the floor. You heard a thud next to your head, his foot is there, and he continues his assault, kneeling on one leg anchoring himself with the other.
You bite your hand to muffle your shouts, you don’t want to give August the satisfaction of hearing your pain or pleasure. You thought he was deep before, but now you feel every impact in your gut, your core uncomfortably full from his brutal jabs. You can’t stay on your knees, your legs too weak to withstand his punitive thrusts. August doesn’t care. He digs his fingers into your hips, holding you in place as he continues his ruthless assault.
Unable to stop it, you feel your release approach again. You try to deny it, but the savagery of August is too much. The feel of your bodies slaming together, the slapping of his balls against your clit, the sound of his grunts of exertion overwhelm you and you can’t stop yourself from whining, “Please, August. Please. I’m fucking begging you.”
You hear August’s malicious chuckle. “No, Pet.”
August seizes you by the nape, pulling you up to your knees and your back presses against his chest. Wrapping his hand around your neck, he holds you against his shoulder. His other hand moves over your breasts, kneading into them, squeezing them. His face is close to yours, you feel his ragged breath tickle your cheeks.
He starts whispering in your ear and he presses his rough hairy lip into you. “You fucking little bitch,” his voice was low, harsh and dripping with venom, but August can’t stop his desire from seeping through. “Who sent you to me? Who told you to whore yourself for me?” He pinches at your nipples, and you shudder against him writhing. His insults pushing you towards your climax as much as his touch.
“Was it the CIA?” he asks, sliding his hand down your belly to between your legs. Fear makes your heart skip, if he touched you there you would not be able to stop your orgasm. You try and pull away, but he is too strong.
“Did those useless government hacks, turn you into a fucking whore, or did you volunteer, Pet?” He slid his fingers over your slit, and one grazed your clit sending your core pulsing around his cock. You want to tell him he has it all wrong, backwards. He thinks he’s been caught, he doesn’t know he’s being recruited.
He slaps your clit with his palm, a quick flick of his wrists that shocks you and if August wasn’t holding you up, you would have doubled over in pain and ecstasy.
“Don’t fucking cum.” August orders, rubbing a calloused finger over your oversensitive clit. Then, he says, sadly and with regret, “You could have come to me, Pet. Told me. I would have protected you. I could have gotten you out.” His voice almost cracks as he adds, “We could have gotten out together. BE together.”
You want to tell him, you want that too. You didn’t mean to fall for him either, none of this was planned. His fingers dance over your hard nub, coaxing from you the orgasm he forbids. Frustration suddenly pours out of you. You fight him again, punching the arm he had wrapped around your waist, and between your legs.
“Why do you fight so hard, Pet?” he asks. Those simple words he said to you all those months ago rock you. It was his invitation to submit willingly rather than be pulled under by the force of his will. But it was different this time, it wasn’t just you at stake.
You beg again, “August…” It’s all you can say through your short gasping cries. You break out in sweat, the need in you was so strong it took everything you had to fight it.
“Answer my question and you can cum,” He says. You nod, vigorously, you don’t even feel shame at giving in so easily, you’re too far gone. He brings his face in front of yours. Your whole body is shaking under his touch as he draws your orgasm and confession out of you.
“Were you sent by the CIA?”
You shake your head, and whimper, “No.”
August looks into your eyes for a hint of a lie. When he can’t find one, he coos, “Good girl,” and you wriggle at his praise. He kisses you roughly, lips hard against yours. “You can cum now, Pet.”
With unrestrained cries, you finally allow the pressure in your core to grow. You feel your release roll over your contorting body. Your guttural shout signals you’re the arrival of your long denied ecstasy and tears streamed from your eyes as you succumb with immense relief.
August watched every second of your orgasm, his face studying yours as if to memorise every expression, until you were done and can’t hold yourself up anymore. He removes himself with a gentleness that was unexpected and he tenderly carries you to his room. Cradling your head against his chest, he kisses your forehead, muttering something you can’t catch and were too far gone to ask.
He lays you on your side, and you are so malleable and weak, you let him curl you into a ball before he leans over you. He lifts your chin and turns your head so you are looking at him. You give him a half smile, which he returns with a soft hum. His eyes go to your collar and a look of sadness crosses his face, a grief so intense you feel it too.
You don’t know what to say and neither does August. He does the only thing he knows how to do when he feels what some people call love. He fucks.
When August enters you this time it’s different. Although his thrusts are brutal and powerful, it’s not punishment. He is trying to make a connection, to see if there is something salvageable between you. He needs to know if he means anything to you. He drops his forehead onto yours, resting there while his eyes met yours. He holds your throat and his thumb plays with your thin golden collar.
“You’re still mine, Pet,” August says, firmly.
“Always yours,” you reply with certainty. And you were. But by the end of this night he would know he was yours too.
As if to seal the promise you made, August kisses you. His lips pry yours open and his gentle explorative tongue massages yours. When you kiss him back, you are surprised by the growl he makes in his throat. Feeling bold, you place a hand on his cheek as you kiss. He doesn’t pull away so you slide your other hand into his hair and you expect him to shake you off, like he did before. He allows it, and he slides his free arm around you, pulling your bodies together. The rhythm you find together is nothing like the primal fucking you two are used to. It seemed as though he was making love to you, as much as someone like August could.
You feel the warmth grow again and radiate from your core. August instinctively knows your close again and stops your kisses watch you again. “Come for me, my sweet girl,” he utters.
You fall apart. Your fist tightens in his hair, you tremble beneath him, while you call his name.
“Fuck,” he grunts while you fall over the edges, and he forces himself deep within you, splitting you, owning you as you feel him thicken and pulse, releasing his seed into your milking core. Then he breaks you by growling your name as he makes his final throes.
You’re both slick with sweat, but August doesn’t care and he brushes your face with kisses. He looks like he wants to say something, opening his mouth and closing it again without saying a word. He helps you get up and he walks you to his bathroom.
August runs you a bath, and he sits on the edge for a while, watches you while you bathe. He showers quickly before returning to his spot.
Finally, he speaks, but he looks away as he says it, and for the first time you see August doubt himself, “If not the Agency, then who?” He asks.
“We have no government affiliation,” you say.
He nods, “Why did they send you, was the plan always to use sex?”
“No, August,” you say honestly. “This was not part of the plan. I was only supposed to be assigned to you while I did my training. This assignment was last minute, I don’t even know how it happened.”
He turns his attention back to you and looks for the lie he believes he will find. When he doesn’t find it he asks, “Your aunt, was that a lie?”
“She’s officially missing,” you say. “Unofficially, she brought me into group.”
“Something doesn’t add up, Pet,” August says. “I’m don’t know anything that a hundred other agents don’t also know. What did they send you to find out?”
“You don’t get it. We don’t want to bring you down, we want to recruit you. I had to make sure you are who we think you are.”
You see a glimpse of understanding in August’s eyes. “Go on,” he prompts.
You watch him carefully as you explain, “My assignment was to find out if you were the one who wrote a certain manifesto making the rounds in certain circles.” He doesn’t blink. You smirk, realising he’s trying too hard to keep his face smooth. He is the one.
“And, am I?” he asks.
“You are,” you say moving down the bath. Unbelievably, knowing he wrote that poetic and chaotic brilliance made you hot again. “This operation is all wrong, too big for simple arms traders. You’re using the CIA to get the connections and resources you need.” You run your finger down August’s bare arm, tracing the ridges of his muscles and the slight protruding veins on his forearms. August watches you intently, trying to appear cold, but you see his breaths grow shallow and his jaw clench. “We have the resources to help a man like you,” You reach his hand, turn it palm up, and lay a kiss into it before holding it to your cheek. “’A man with vision’ Lane calls you.”
“Lane?” August says, he seems confused, and he should be.
“Yes, meet with Solomon Lane and you will get your new world August.” You take his hand off your cheek and fold down his fingers except for the middle one. You take him in your mouth curling your tongue around him, and sucking.
August can’t look away. Already thrown by being discovered, he is completely transfixed by your sudden seduction.
“How?” he breathes.
You open your mouth and show August his finger sliding down your tongue. You get out of the bath and stand in front of August. You move his finger down your body, between your breasts, over your belly and between your thighs. You slide his finger between your warm folds and you hear August groan as you rest him against your entrance.
You ask him, “Have you, ever heard of the Syndicate, Pet?”
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— 𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.
a/n: these aren't really dialogue prompts, they're mostly just inspirations, so i'll use them to come up with the concept, and won't have the characters actually say these lines. also, please try to stick to one prompt per request!
requests are open
FLUFF
1. "we snuck into a yacht club party pretending to be a duchess and a prince" (starlight)
2. "nothing lasts forever but this is getting good now" (wildest dreams)
3. "loose lips sink ships all the damn time – not this time" (i know places)
4. "you keep his shirt, he keeps his word" (you are in love)
5. "we can't make any promises now, can we, babe? but you can make me a drink" (delicate)
6. "the taste of your lips is my idea of luxury" (king of my heart)
7. "i don't want you like a best friend" (dress)
8. "you don't need to save me but would you run away with me?" (call it what you want)
9. "take me out, and take me home" (lover)
10. "i think he knows when we get all alone i'll make myself at home and he'll want me to stay" (i think he knows)
11. "i hate accidents except when we went from friends to this" (paper rings)
12. "i once believed love would be burning red but it's golden" (daylight)
13. "and isn't it just so pretty to think all along there was some invisible string tying you to me?" (invisible string)
14. "all these people think love's for show but i would die for you in secret" (peace)
15. "rough on the surface, but you cut through like a knife" (willow)
16. "and the coastal town we wandered 'round had never seen a love as pure as it" (gold rush)
17. "and if you're ever tired of being known for who you know, you know that you'll always know me" (dorothea)
18. "no more keeping score, now i just keep you warm" (long story short)
ANGST
1. "but moving on from him is impossible when i still see it all in my head" (red)
2. "and the saddest fear comes creeping in that you never loved me, or her, or anyone, or anything" (i knew you were trouble.)
3. "and you call me up again just to break me like a promise, so casually cruel in the name of being honest" (all too well)
4. "but you keep my old scarf from that very first week 'cause it reminds you of innocence and it smells like me" (all too well)
5. "i bet you think i either moved on or hate you ‘cause each time you reach out, there’s no reply" (i almost do)
6. "you wear your best apology but i was there to watch you leave" (the last time)
7. "people like you always want back the love they pushed aside, but people like me are gone forever when you say goodbye" (all you had to do was stay)
8. "tell me that it's not my fault, tell me that i'm all you want, even when i break your heart" (afterglow)
9. "if one thing had been different, would everything be different today?" (the 1)
10. "'cause you never gave a warning sign" "i gave so many signs" (exile)
11. "even on my worst day, did i deserve, babe, all the hell you gave me?" (my tears ricochet)
12. "i remember thinking i had you" (august)
13. "don't call me "kid", don't call me "baby", look at this godforsaken mess that you made me" (illicit affairs)
14. "but you'll find the real thing instead, she'll patch up your tapestry that i shred" (champagne problems)
15. "i won't ask you to wait if you don't ask me to stay" ('tis the damn season)
16. "i know my love should be celebrated but you tolerate it" (tolerate it)
17. "i sit and listen, i polish plates until they gleam and glisten" (tolerate it)
18. "no one teaches you what to do when a good man hurts you and you know you hurt him too" (happiness)
19. "what's a lifetime of achievement if i pushed you to the edge?" (coney island)
20. "yes, i got your letter; yes, i'm doing better" (closure)
INBETWEEN
1. "i think it's strange that you think i'm funny 'cause he never did" (begin again)
2. "we were built to fall apart, then fall back together" (out of the woods)
3. "been losing grip on sinking ships, you showed up just in time" (this love)
4. "i once was poison ivy, but now i'm your daisy" (don't blame me)
5. "you're so cool, it makes me hate you so much" (gorgeous)
6. "for whatever it's worth, i love you, ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?" (cruel summer)
7. "help me hold on to you" (the archer)
8. "i hope i never lose you, hope it never ends" (cornelia street)
9. "hell is when i fight with you but we can patch it up good" (false god)
10. "i knew you'd miss me once the thrill expired, and you'd be standing in my front porch light, and i knew you'd come back to me" (cardigan)
11. "your back beneath the sun, wishing i could write my name on it" (august)
12. "and maybe i don't quite know what to say but i'm here in your doorway" (this is me trying)
13. "i don't like that anyone would die to feel your touch" (gold rush)
14. "and i'll be yours for the weekend" ('tis the damn season)
15. "so tell me to run or dare to sit and watch what we'll become and drink my husband's wine" (ivy)
#i left out 'style' and 'getaway car' because i have stuff planned for them#i also didn't include her first three albums because i don't really listen to them ://#simple as that#prompt list#taylor swift prompts#taylor swift prompt lists#taylor swift#writing prompt
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The Wildest Place You Run (4/?) - It Was Awfully Dark
Another addition to this story that I hope you like! Thanks again for my beta, @thejollyroger-writer for the amazing beta work! Also, check out the beautiful art she made for chapters 3 and 4!
Summary:
Vampires, Werewolves, Mages, and Elves. For centuries, they kept their existence a secret, but the constant rebellions against the strict laws of the Guild had led to a terrible tragedy. In an open clash, it became apparent to humans just what kind of monsters lived among them. Emma Swan loses the love of her life in the first battle of the war. A few months later, while still trying to process what happened, a mysterious and terrifying figure worms his way into her life. But the man is hiding far more terrible secrets than he reveals to her, pulling them both into a horrible situation...
Chapter: 4/? - It Was Awfully Dark
Fandom: Once Upon a Time
Rating: M
Relationships: Killian Jones/Emma Swan
Read on: FF.net or AO3
Words: ~4.1k
Previous parts:
Ch 1 II Ch 2 II Ch 3
TW for this chapter: Graphic depictions of violence
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"So, what was that all about last night?" Mary Margaret watched disapprovingly as David grabbed five sandwiches off the tray and thoroughly drizzled the tablecloth with mayonnaise.
"Some patrolling Mages reported that a small group of Vampires were fighting next to a club. They called us in to check it out," David shrugged. "But the Vampires left as soon as we arrived. Some humans, on the other hand, couldn't behave and started shooting."
"They didn't realize we were just trying to protect them," Leo rolled his eyes.
"That's it?" Emma raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah," David nodded. "By the way, the guys are coming over for a little party. Now that Leo's out of the hospital, we need to celebrate."
"Great," Emma sighed, mentally canceling her plans to read her favorite book in peace tonight. "Who's coming?"
"Well, Leo obviously, Robin, Ruby, August…"
"August?" her eyes lit up because August was the only person besides Mary Margaret with whom she could talk relatively freely.
"Oh, yeah," David nodded enthusiastically, and Emma could see the tiny little smile hiding at the corner of his mouth.
He was convinced that she had a crush on August and he would be the one to replace Neal. Then she would be her old self again as if nothing had happened. But there was nothing between them at all, she wasn't attracted to the man. He was just a good friend that she really needed now. Nothing more.
"Eloise, Will, and Killian will be coming too…" David listed, but Emma was no longer listening.
-/-
She spent most of her day, as usual, huddled up in her room. The whole situation with the creatures got weirder and weirder. The open attacks almost completely ceased after Neal's death, but still, no one could live in complete peace. They all felt that something was very wrong, and they were also sure that the creatures had not quenched their bloodthirst. They were preparing for something, and Emma and the others had no idea what they should do.
She just lay motionless on the bed, staring at the ceiling as her thoughts chased each other in her head. Her eyelids slowly grew heavy as lead, and the monotonous ticking of the wall clock soon lulled her into a deep sleep.
She woke up in a musty basement, her face resting on dirty stones. It was difficult to bring herself to a sitting position. Moss grew on the walls of the basement and water stood in puddles on the damp floor. To make matters worse, it was freakishly cold. Her breath wafted white in the semi-darkness.
The bumpy, cobblestone corridor was lit pale silver by the waning crescent moon. Above her head, instead of a proper ceiling, there were only grids dripping with rainwater between the walls.
She was shocked to realize she was wearing nothing but her favorite red satin shorts and a black tank top. Confused, she scrambled to her feet, her legs covered in dirt. She seemed to be standing at the end of a long corridor. The double-iron door that loomed behind her was locked with a chain and padlock, so there was no turning back...
The hallway opened into a single cell. The room was lit by torches, and in the dancing light of the flames, she spotted rusty chains attached to the wall.
A figure crouched in the middle of the tiny dungeon, tremors running through their body.
Her breath caught in her throat as she realized it was Killian. His black shirt hung on him in tatters, he was bleeding profusely from multiple wounds. Standing next to him was none other than David and Neal.
Eyes widening, she stared at Neal. Was he alive after all? How was that possible? Her heart flooded with warmth, but as she got closer to the two of them, she stopped, horrified and confused. Killian's wounds were visibly severe and he was shaking like a leaf. David and Neal, on the other hand, didn't even lift a finger to help him. They watched Killian with deep disgust and hatred on their faces.
"And how long have you been doing this? Since the beginning, huh? Is that right?" David roared as loud as he could, he was shaking with rage and the veins on his neck, as well as his temples, were visibly swollen.
Without any warning, they both attacked Killian. They punched and kicked where they could, not even sparing his head.
"How do you like that, you bastard? How could you?"
Emma had perhaps never seen David so rave with fury before. But with Neal, she was even more shocked. Her feet were rooted to the floor, and not a single voice came out of her compressed lips.
What the hell had gotten into him?
He'd never been so cruel before.
As the soles of Neal's shoes stung Killian's stomach again, life returned to her feet. "Neal, stop it! Don't hurt him!" She was about to grab his arm to pull him away, but her fingers slid over Neal's body as if he were nothing but air.
Stunned, she stared at her hand, which shone translucently with pearly light. Apparently, she had no physical body, nor was her voice audible. She was completely invisible to them, an idle observer of events.
Killian fell onto his side, half-consciously, blood dripping from his ears, nose, and mouth as well. The ground around him was completely black, and she slowly realized that it was Killian's blood as well. Dried blood. She turned her head to the side and pressed her hand to her eyes.
What the hell was going on?
Suddenly she heard a loud, sickening crack, then Killian's gut-wrenching scream. When she looked back at him, she already knew what had happened. Open fracture of the femur. Killian's eyes widened in horror, gasping for air as his spine writhed in agony.
She shuddered in shock and fear.
"Emma! Come on, wake up!"
The air grew much warmer and her brother called her name. Suddenly she slipped into darkness and then her head cleared. She was lying on her bed, and David was shaking her not-so-gently by the shoulders.
"Let go of me!" she growled, trying to push his hands away from her. The image of Killian in the dungeon still floated before her eyes.
He didn't need to be told twice. David backed away from the bed and scanned her face anxiously. But he wasn't the only one in the room. Mary Margaret, Leo, and Robin also witnessed the whole show.
"Are you okay?" Mary Margaret settled on the edge of the bed. "You were screaming…"
"I'm not really surprised," Emma muttered, then sat up and buried her face in her hands. "It's okay, I just...had a bad dream, I think," she glanced up at the boys.
They took the hint immediately. As the door closed behind them, Mary Margaret looked at her with a frown.
"Are you sure it was just a dream? We thought you were awake and...having a seizure. Your eyes were open, Emma."
"It was so real. But it couldn't be a vision. It didn't make sense," she shook her head.
Besides, she had never had such a protracted vision before.
"Are you going to tell me what you saw?"
"Of course."
Emma tried to brace herself and collect her thoughts. She did her best not to miss a single moment of the dreamlike vision.
"Are you sure it was Neal? And David?" Mary Margaret asked.
Emma answered with a firm nod.
"And Killian... Did they seriously torture him together?"
"Yes, but I already told you that," Emma moaned in exasperation. She didn't want to think about that part of her nightmare.
She hopped off the bed and started pacing in front of Mary Margaret.
"I'm sorry to say this, Emma, but it was definitely a vision," her friend explained. "I don't know what else it could be."
"Anything else! Neal… he's dead."
"Yes," Mary Margaret nodded sternly and grabbed her by the arm. She stopped her nervous pacing and turned Emma to face her. "I'm not so sure whether you actually saw him in your vision. You said yourself that it was awfully dark. I'd bet anything it wasn't him. Because if it's the past…" Mary Margaret bit her lower lip thoughtfully and a frown appeared on her forehead.
"Is it possible that I saw part of the past?" She repeated Mary Margaret's thought in astonishment. "We would've known about it." Emma shook her head.
"Yeah, that's why it doesn't make sense," Mary Margaret agreed. "If all this had happened, Killian wouldn't be here with us now…"
"So, what do you think?"
"I think you should get yourself together and freshen up, it's almost seven. The others will be here soon. I don't think you want to show up in front of everyone in this condition."
"Why not?" she shrugged, but obediently headed towards the bathroom anyway. This had been a long day, and it wasn't over yet.
-/-
People were already gathered in the living room when she came down the stairs. They were sitting around the coffee table playing cards. August, Eloise, and Killian were chatting a few feet away from the designated playing area.
She directed her steps straight to the talking squad.
Eloise noticed her first, and her pretty face immediately contorted into a grimace. Emma didn't like her, and the feeling was obviously mutual. Her shiny red air fell in huge waves to her shoulder, and as always, she was dressed head to toe in blue. She had even painted her nails a beautiful shade of aquamarine.
"Hey, guys!" Her mood was already a bit depressed when she spotted Eloise, but one glance at August brought a smile to her lips.
"Hello, stranger. It's been quite a while since we last saw each other," August took a step forward, right between Killian and Eloise.
He hugged her tightly and pressed his cheeks against hers.
He was a full-blooded Elf, he had turned one hundred and seventy years old last week, but he was still a novice, a mere adolescent of his kind. His slightly wavy, short brown hair hid most of his pointed ears, at least that didn't make him stand out on the streets. He wasn't noticeably tall; he was only four inches taller than her. His figure, however, was anything but frail. His muscular body was quite unusual among his kind. They didn't need the visual display though, they could easily throw vehicles across a road if they needed to.
"Yeah, I missed you, too," Emma remarked, a little annoyed as he let go of her and stepped back a bit.
"I'm really sorry. Please forgive me, I've been traveling a lot." He tilted his head cautiously, but she could see in his dark blue eyes that he didn't feel any guilt; in fact, he was quite amused by her annoyance.
Time passed quite differently for him.
"You all know each other already?" Emma looked at the three of them, but her eyes involuntarily lingered on Killian, even though she had prepared herself upstairs not to stare at him at this party.
It was silly, but she was looking for wounds on his body. Or traces of them. In the end, her gaze fell on his thigh. That, of course, seemed to be completely intact, as did all of Killian's other body parts.
Killian, on the other hand, noticed her gaze, and he failed to mask the surprise on his face in time. Emma felt her cheeks redden and looked back up at August again.
"Actually, we just met," the Elf replied, clasping his hands politely behind his back.
"I thought you wouldn't be here," Eloise remarked, fixing her eyes on the opposite wall as if she found the deep green, serpentine-patterned wallpaper extremely interesting.
Out of the corner of her eye, she could see August's face twitch slightly. He always found it difficult to tolerate unwarranted hostility.
"Why wouldn't I be here? I thought you knew I lived here, in this apartment. Does my presence bother you that much?"
She was tired of being polite, tired of being kind to her. Her gaze glowed with anger as she raised it to Eloise. The woman had tried to seduce Neal more than once, in increasingly insidious ways over the years, but to her utter disappointment, she had never succeeded. And that irked her to no end.
Now she seemed to be trying to ensnare one of the boys as well.
"I think a bit of fresh air would do us good. Emma, would you like to go for a walk?" August asked.
"That would be great, actually," she forced out through her clenched teeth and headed toward the hallway with August on her heels.
On the way out, Emma's gaze floated to David's face, and she almost let out a laugh. His expression was overwhelmed with hope that she would soon throw herself into August's arms.
"Where did that red-haired bitch come from?" August asked with an unflinching expression as they walked to the edge of the woods behind the house.
Her heart leapt in her chest, for Emma had never heard him use the word "bitch," though he was already unfortunate enough to know a few.
"I heard her thoughts, saw her memories… it was simply stomach-churning," he explained at the sight of her stunned expression.
The fact that he could see into Eloise's head so easily meant that she was truly as blunt-witted as she seemed. He was still very young for an Elf, and at the moment, he could only peer into the minds of individuals with more modest intellectual abilities. Emma kept asking him if he could hear her thoughts and see her memories, but he replied in the negative every time. She didn't know if he was telling the truth, but she hoped he wasn't lying to her out of pity.
"And where have you been for so long? I really missed you."
"The Guild sent me to France. The situation there is pretty depressing, too. The open street clashes stopped there just as suddenly as they have here. I don't understand it either," he shook his head. "But there's little we can do about it anyway. I'd be more interested in how you survived this month without me."
"I did nothing, as usual," Emma shrugged.
"Nothing worth mentioning again?" he raised an eyebrow in mock disapproval.
"You know I would tell you otherwise. It was unnecessary to even ask."
"I didn't know that man you were dating, but I have to admit, you're making me more and more curious. What was it about him that left such a deep impression on you?" he asked, the question directed more at himself than her.
She wouldn't have had the strength to answer him anyway. Instead, she told him about her dream-slash-vision. She was genuinely curious about his opinion.
"Strange," he muttered, staring thoughtfully ahead for a few minutes. "It can't be a vision since the man you were seeing is already dead. It can't be from the past, either, because then you'd surely know about it and this Killian guy wouldn't be here now. It's rather annoying, but I have to admit; I have no idea what it could be."
"I see."
Of course, she was disappointed; she was very confident that August would shed some light on what was going on.
"But I would appreciate it if you could tell me more about this Killian. When did he join the Hunters?" His eyes twinkled with eagerness and curiously, obviously excited about what he knew so little about.
"About two or three months ago," she answered, tossing a branch from the path.
"He is rather strange," August remarked.
Emma understood, he wanted to know more about Killian. "To be honest, I know very little about him. His magic is pretty strong, and apparently, there were Elves among his ancestors."
"Elves?" he frowned and shook his head imperceptibly. "Strange. I didn't sense that in his aura, though I should have…"
"I don't know from which side of his parents and how many generations back," she added hastily. "Maybe it's just a distant relative, that's why you couldn't sense it."
"It's possible," he nodded, but she could see he wasn't entirely convinced. "He's also quite taciturn," August continued, and Emma realized with a weary sigh that he wasn't going to give up on the subject of Killian.
He was as stubborn as a mule.
"Why do you worry so much about him?"
"His aura…" he shuddered as he thought back to their encounter. "It's even darker than yours."
"Darker? What's that supposed to mean? You never said mine was…" she paused.
August reluctantly came to a stop beside her and turned to face her. "Usually, the aura of people with a dark past, an evil personality, or dying individuals turns black. But it also happens when someone has gone through a terrible trauma or grief and can't get over it. General malaise, depression. Such people are usually very lonely, in some cases even antisocial," August replied.
Emma knew exactly what best described her of the things listed, but she had no idea about Killian. She couldn't really decide. Apparently, neither could August, and she could see that it bothered him.
"But… since when can you see the aura of Mages so clearly? Until now, I thought you could only do that with humans."
"My abilities are getting stronger," he smiled, visibly proud of himself. "Anyway, I feel sorry for the boy. I'm not sure why, but when I'm around him, the feeling just floods over me."
"I get it. I mean, I really don't, but that's probably my problem. Anyway, I think we should get back soon, I don't want David to get the wrong idea…"
"Yes, let's," August smiled and they both turned towards the house.
-/-
Meanwhile, in the living room, people at the coffee table got bored with playing cards and were discussing where to continue the party. The Hunters, of course, weren't bound by the curfew, they could go wherever they wanted.
Emma cut across the hall and marched straight to the kitchen to make herself a cup of tea. But unfortunately, David was already leaning against the refrigerator.
"Well? What's up with August, Ems?" It probably wouldn't have been possible to scrape the taunting grin off his face.
"Thank you, he's fine," Emma replied measuredly.
She was beginning to get rather annoyed at his behavior. She had decided long ago never to let anyone get close to her heart again, certainly not another Hunter she could easily lose.
"You know what I mean."
"Yeah, and so does August. But we both just laugh at your attempts. We're friends, that's all. We've even talked about it a few times, if I remember correctly," she stared fixedly at David's face, whose good mood was disappearing like a gray donkey in a fog, and his bleak expression didn't make her feel better.
"And how long do you plan on doing this, huh?"
"What are you talking about? I'm not doing anything you could object to!"
"But you do! You drive everyone crazy with this world-weary widow behavior! You act as if nothing matters to you anymore!"
"Maybe it doesn't!" she began to lose her patience and she, too, raised her voice.
"You're not even trying to get over him. You're just… you're just a… selfish, stupid girl! You only think about yourself!"
The hot tea she was pouring into her mug flew straight into David's face. She didn't think he had any idea how much his words hurt her.
David let out a yell, and as if on cue, August stepped into the kitchen. He was astonishingly angry; Emma had probably never seen him in such a state before. If he could have killed with a single look, David would have collapsed dead on the floor.
"The others are getting ready to go to the Witchland Club. You better hurry up and change into something dry before they leave." August's voice was low, but his temper sounded undisguised.
He was one of the few people David never argued with. Without a single word, he left the kitchen.
She shivered all over and turned away from August bitterly. That was when she noticed the figure leaning against the counter at the other end of the kitchen. Killian. He could have seen the whole thing. He had a mug of something in his hand and was watching August and her with a stunned expression. He muttered something under his breath that Emma couldn't make out and shuffled out of the kitchen, leaving them alone.
"Are you okay?" August put a hand on her shoulder and turned her to face him, concern written all over his face.
"No… David is right. I'm selfish."
"You're not. If anyone's selfish, it's David. He has no idea what you're going through. He doesn't understand that the wounds of the human soul heal over time, not through violence and feigned negligence. Your pain will pass, I promise you. I'm not saying it will happen tomorrow, but it will take effect soon. David is also trying to protect his own soul, it's hard for him to see you like this. We can't blame him either."
She couldn't think of a reply, just watched the tiny drops of the tea on the floor. And then August did what he never usually did apart during greetings. He hugged her. Emma blinked in surprise for a while, then returned the gesture uncertainly.
"I don't understand you. Why do you care about me?" she asked, lips pulled into a smile.
"I have a few special quirks. You count as one of them," he winked at her.
"I need a serious answer, though," she insisted.
"I like you. You're a good friend of mine. I knew you before Neal died, and I wish you were like that again…"
"August…" she turned her head and broke away from his embrace.
"You asked, I answered," he shrugged.
"We're leaving now! Hurry up, guys!" Leo stuck his head into the kitchen.
"I'd rather stay home tonight, if that's all right," Emma replied.
"Me too," August nodded.
"Too bad," Leo said and walked back out of the kitchen.
Emma walked into the living room, August behind her.
"Come on, Killian! You better come with us!" Eloise urged him relentlessly.
"I'd rather go home," Killian shook his head.
"Let him! Once he makes up his mind, there's no changing it," Robin waved it off and followed David and Will out of the apartment.
Ruby shrugged and made her way to the exit as well. She was still limping a little, but otherwise, she seemed fine.
"You could stay here, too," Emma only saw a blur of gray as August slid next to Killian.
He smiled charmingly at Killian, and Emma knew immediately what he wanted. He was curious about Killian, there were too many secrets around him, and August endured it terribly hard when he didn't understand something.
Eloise expelled an angry breath, then left the house behind Mary Margaret and Leo, but the door remained open.
"I really should be going," Killian shook his head.
His face was calm, his gaze indecipherable.
"Are you sure you can't stay?" August frowned and put a hand on Killian's shoulder.
He used all his compelling skills, of which he had plenty as a full-blooded Elf.
"Aye, I'm sorry. Maybe next time," Killian nodded and his icy magic flared up again.
She was more than a foot away from the two of them, but she shivered at the feeling. August's face, on the other hand, didn't even twitch. At that moment, Emma found Killian more terrifying than ever.
"Good night," he turned on his heel and stepped out into the night.
August stared after him for long seconds, then whirled around and settled on the couch.
"What was that?"
"That's what I'd like to know. I'm going to suggest David keep an eye on him," he stated firmly, his gaze hardening instantly. "I tried to read his mind, and he noticed. I've hit a wall I wasn't expecting. And it's not the same wall I bumped into with you. It's a line of defense, and his magic… well, that's the most disturbing thing. He's not a simple warlock, that much is clear. But even if there was Elven blood in him, I couldn't sense it. However, there is something else that I cannot identify in any way. And I must admit, that worries me greatly."
"Not knowing exactly what and how much power resides in him doesn't necessarily make him evil," she explained, slightly surprised at August's sudden hostility.
"I didn't say that either," he nodded. "But it can't hurt to be careful."
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im not cruel enough to ask you every question for august. HOWEVER. you will answer the entirety of both the life and death sections for him. or else
OR ELSE? Well lucky for you I enjoy writing facts about your favorite little haunted malkavian so here we go. I'm putting this under a read more because you're evil
Life-
1. What did they do (as a career or in general) before they were Embraced?
He had this really cool high paying job called being unemployed. August was frequently inbetween jobs since he had a hard time holding one down for one reason or another. Usually he would end up trying to work wherever he could since a lot of his money was made selling off whatever he'd made.
Usually he was much more interested in his occult business or other things going on in his life to care about things like cash.
2. Do they still have mortal family or friends, or descendants of those people? Who were they closest to during life, and is there anyone they’ve contacted after their Embrace?
His mom has been dead for a long time, but his dad and older brother are around. He's not particularly old or anything so he's definitely considered reaching out to them but he's been very strict with himself about not doing so for his sake.
Friend wise he's had a very hard time keeping living friends for a multitude of reasons. He was closest to Dylan, who in a way you can still say he's in contact with considering his ghost follows him around thanks to a car crash when they were still alive, but besides him the only other person he was close to was Kyle. He hasn't spoken to him though, just kept some light tabs on him.
3. What were their hobbies, skills, and interests?
Well, his biggest hobby was collecting cursed artifacts regardless of if he could prove they were real or not. Magic and the supernatural was his biggest interest. He also tended to collect things in general (he had a giant pokemon card collection among other things). He's also a big history buff, not about anything specific really, but he tries to absorb as much as possible.
Skill wise he does a lot of DIY crafting, he's built a lot of random furniture, jewelry, and has tried (and usually failed) to fix a lot of things. But by god does he try. He's pretty streetwise if nothing else too. Also surprisingly good with animals.
Interests also include vinyls,
4. Did they have any vices, addictions, or mental illnesses? Which carried over into death?
Several! He has PTSD, OCD, and he's schizophrenic among other things. Those three things have translated into death majorly though, which hasn't been helped by being a malkavian.
Vice wise he's a kleptomanic which gets him into trouble constantly.
5. What were they most afraid of in life? How has this changed?
August was always afraid of meeting a fate worse than death. There's a lot of different ways it can happen, but you always know when it does it's the most horrifying thing imaginable. That's what he was always afraid of. Especially with his proximity to magical items.
Now that he's a kindred that hasn't entirely changed, it's become a lot more possible even, but it's been minimized to options he feels he can control in a way. It's complicated.
6. What were their goals and ambitions in life? How has this changed?
This man's only goal was to figure out how to not to be cursed anymore. He's been in a loop from being in contact with cursed artifacts for most of his life, so his goal was to stop being cursed by continuing to deal with magic (but ultimately refuse to change). In conclusion
How has this changed? Well he thinks he can't possibly be more cursed if he's a vampire and this will clearly make things better somehow. I will not further elaborate because it just gets more confusing from here.
7. Did they follow any religion or spiritual paths in life? How did that change when they died, if at all?
Spiritual? Yes. Religious? Not exactly. He believed in something that's for sure. Now he still does but he doesn't know how to feel being a walking corpse. It's very draining and mentally taxing to know there's life after death but in a very fucked up way.
8. When they were Embraced, what was the aftermath like? Did they fake their death, do their loved ones think they went missing, etc.?
When he was embraced he basically just dropped off the face of the earth. Most people around him assumed something was up and figured he either went off like he usually does at first. After a while though they did consider him missing.
The fallout ended up being him filed as a missing person, a lot of heartbreak he had to watch, but not much he could do about it.
Death-
1. What have they spent most of their years as a Kindred doing?
In the short time he's been a kindred? Well considering this is part of my story you'll just have to see now won't you (nothing good)
2. What’s the entire lineage of their bloodline, from them all the way back to their Clan’s Antediluvian? Is there anything in particular that they and their grandsires all had in common?
Eden I'm going to attack you with my bare hands for this one. I hope you know this. I cannot answer all of them but I can go back a few
11th-August
10th- Bruno
9th- Dominique
8th- Cybele
3. How do they adapt to the changing times around them? Do they still uphold values, styles, or other things from the past?
Mostly by shutting himself out from everything related to his past life except for in small doses. He's tried to build himself a new life and by doing that hopefully adapt and keep up with what's happening through the internet and relying on his obsessive nature. He does hold on to his weird shirts, a few trinkets, and other reminders from then though.
4. Do they have a coterie? What position do they take in that group, if so? Otherwise, do they have any notable Kindred (or other creatures) friends?
His coterie includes him, Salem, Vera, and Jade. His position in the group is mostly emotional support because he's the only guy that actively wants everybody to get along and he will keep this family together if it kills him. It's working though so good for him. He also brings actual occult knowledge that isn't in random books Jade has even if he tends to make himself actively despised by every tremere besides them he meets.
As for non-kindred friends his best friend is a ghost that actively has been haunting him for years so there's that.
5. Which of their Clan’s stereotypes apply to them? Which do they act against, or embody the opposite of?
Well he tends to speak in riddles that make no sense a lot. That and being very mentally ill about everything all the time
6. How do they feel about the Antitribu of their Clan?
He doesn't know what an antribu is really, but he'd probably not have a very strong opinion about it. As far as he's concerned that's not his problem
7. Have they Embraced anyone? Ghouled anyone?
Definitely not to either, the idea freaks him out. He's still adjusting to everything and bringing another kindred or ghoul around would be too overwhelming. Plus, he's already seen how quickly that can go south with certain other coterie members
8. Do they prowl, or is there a city they permanently reside in?
Currently he's living in the same city he was embraced, which is Miami.
9. What’s their haven like?
August's haven was a gift from his sire in hopes of keeping him out of trouble for a while. It's messy and full of random occult stuff, books, vinyls, and there's paint stains on parts of the floor now. He never turns the lights off except for his bedroom.
10. Do they believe they are descended from Caine, or do they follow a different path?
He's skeptical, which is new for him. He doesn't know what to feel or how to feel about what they're all descended from. What he does believe though is that eventually he can find out with enough time.
11. How do they feel about Diablerie?
Curious. Morally he can understand why it's wrong considering it's almost like "murder 2" as he would describe it but he thinks it can't always be unjustified. Like most things there's always exceptions.
12. Regardless of whether or not they adhere to Camarilla rule, have they ever broken any of the Traditions?
Domain is an easy one to break when you don't care who owns what. It does, however, come back to bite you when you get put in the naughty childer coterie and have to make up for it.
But is it really a loss when you gain friends in the end?
13. Do they believe in Gehenna? How do they feel about Thin-bloods, and do they believe they’re a sign of the end times?
I'm gonna be real with you man. He doesn't know what the fuck that means, and I don't think he cares.
14. Have they ever Frenzied? What happened?
There's been a few times where August has frenzied. The first time he frenzied was a few days after his embrace when he was getting the hang of feeding and went too long without. He was very lucky he was with his sire still and things didn't go too far south, but that was his first major incident.
#oc: august#this took me over an HOUR eden you better LIKE it#also attacking and puching for the lineage question#asks
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"Cruel Summer," "August," and "Illicit Affairs"
Okay, so this is really long and it isn’t explicitly Swiftgron-related, so you don’t have to post it if you don’t want to. But since we’ve been talking about Cruel Summer/August/Illicit Affairs, I thought I’d give my take. I’m gonna leave this analysis free of any ships, but I will say I think the other anon’s idea that Kaylor were non-monogamous makes a lot of sense with my reading. (I think it also works with any “friends with benefits” or casual, undefined relationship scenario.)
The Theory: “Cruel Summer” is a song about an *ahem* illicit affair with someone who isn’t yours to have (or lose) and the feelings of guilt that come from worrying other people will find out.
On a lyrical level, “Cruel Summer” seems, to me, to be about a love that is intense and desperate and ill-fated… but also all-consuming and irresistible, sort of like a summer affair that you can’t stop from happening even though you know it’s wrong. This is why I cannot understand why anyone thinks it’s about the beginning of Taylor’s relationship with Joe–the love in Cruel Summer is very explicitly doomed. This has never been Taylor’s narrative when it comes to Joe. I personally am not sure if they are real or PR, but that doesn’t matter for the sake of this analysis–regardless of whether Taylor/Joe is real, the other songs “about” him on Lover have a love-conquers-all theme.
Lyrical evidence:
they say that we’ll just screw it up/in these trying times, we’re not trying
I'm always waiting for you just to cut to the bone
if I bleed, you’ll be the last to know
Do these lyrics sound like the beginning of the supposedly healthy, communicative relationship that Taylor and Joe have? To me, they do not.
The relationships in “Cruel Summer,” “August,” and “Illicit Affairs” are clearly star-crossed, and not in a romantic “us against the world” way as in so many of Tay’s other songs (see “Love Story,” “Ours,” and “Call It What You Want” for a few examples). Instead, there’s a “this is tearing me apart but I can’t help but want you anyway” kind of vibe. All three songs are about relationships where one party (the narrative party, aka Taylor by proxy) wants more than the other is willing to give. "August" and “Illicit Affairs” are both explicitly about, well, affairs, where the power imbalance is pretty obvious. (As a bonus, the line I pretend you’re mine/all the damn time from “Delicate” also fits in nicely.) Here’s why “Cruel Summer” also fits that narrative.
In “Cruel Summer,” Taylor talks a lot about feeling sad despite–or maybe because of–the intensity of the love she feels for her partner (it’s blue, the feeling I’ve got). The relationship is new, secret, and seemingly isn’t well-defined, which seems to be a source of pain for Taylor. This makes me think this song could also be about an affair, which explains why it must be kept secret and why one party refuses to label anything.
From personal experience, it is all too easy to tell someone you’re totally okay with a “no labels” relationship even when you aren’t… because you love them and you’ll take anything they’ll give you, even if it’s not what you really want. Hence the lyrics: it’s cool, that’s what I tell ‘em/no rules in breakable heaven and said “I’m fine” but it wasn’t true/I don’t wanna keep secrets just to keep you. In other words, Taylor agreed to keep their relationship casual and secret even though she’s in love and it’s painful for her to do so. This also explains I love you, ain’t that the worst thing you’ve ever heard? If it really is an affair, this isn’t the sort of relationship where you’re supposed to catch feelings!
This mirrors the relationships in both “August” and “Illicit Affairs,” which both explore the aftermath of affairs where the narrator hoped it would turn into more. As in “Cruel Summer,” both of these relationships seemed doomed from the beginning, but the narrator fell in love anyway. “August:" I remember thinkin’ I had you changes to so much for summer love and saying "us”/'cause you weren’t mine to lose. “Illicit Affairs”: what started in beautiful rooms/ends with meetings in parking lots and look at this godforsaken mess that you made me/you showed me colors you know I can’t see with anyone else.
Basically, I think these three songs are definitely connected. There’s probably more connections between these and some of Taylor’s other songs about secret relationships, but this post is already super long, so I’ll spare y'all.
And yes, yes, all the songs on Lover are supposedly about Joe, and the ones on folklore might be made up entirely. To which I say a) it’s fun to speculate, and b) it’s entirely possible for Taylor to draw on past relationships in the present! Even if she’s not with Karlie/Dianna/Liz/Joe/anyone, she’s still capable of drawing on those experiences. That’s part of what makes her such a fantastic songwriter.
Anyways. Been thinking of starting a blog doing lyrical analysis. Would anyone read more of my thoughts on this stuff?
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summer anon i really enjoyed this and i bet a lot of people would love to follow a blog that posts this type of lyrical analysis
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audition
Arón Piper imagine
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saturday, january 18th 11:22pm
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Today was Monday, August 22nd and all I've seen since 8am were wannabe actors reading their stupid lines to us pretending they were fucking Johnny Depp himself. God I was so sick of it, but since I've been grounded my dad made me cast people for this movie he was going to direct.
Why were you grounded, you may ask.
Well let's say, we just moved to Madrid basically to the end of the world since I grew up in America all my life. Yeah, my first days of school didnt really turn out to be super great, my english teacher was super racist in my opinion. She kept making „jokes" about my country/ and at some point i just snapped and told her how she dared to be so fucking racist. My class agreed with me yet my teacher didnt and put me in detention first and then called my dad. So yeah, thats why he's making me do this.
Some might think, its not a punishment to cast people for a „super cool movie" but have u ever been in a all white room for 10 hours listening to the same sentences over and over, being read by the worst people ever? No, exactly.
Its been exactly 4 hours now, its been around 12 when we decided to take a short break to get some food.
I walked around the building for a while, grabbed a iced coffee at the bar and then sat down on a couch in the foyer to immediately text my friends from back home about how horrible i was feeling.
I didnt even get to text 5 words until my dad came around the corner saying something like:"Y/n, lets go. The people wont cast themselves. I mean they'd love to but that's our job."
He then laughed loudly and almost couldnt stop.
One thing about my dad: He thinks he's hilarious but in my opinion he's a little too full of himself. No offense, i love him of course.
Therefore I walked back to the cruel looking white room and sat down on my chair sipping my iced coffee.
„Alright, next up, we have a Joshua Hamilton reading for the part of Jamey."
I rolled my eyes. Yet again another Jamey. Ive heard the line:"No way Daniel, are you insane?! Have you even thought about the fact that you could get fucking killed?" about 50 times today.
And to be honest, the only person i'd like to get killed right now would be myself.
„Hello, my name is Joshua Hamilton, I'm 22 years old and I'll be reading for the part of Jamey." The tall, skinny looking guy then spoke after *extremely happy looking* entered the room.
Well no offense but super happy people make me puke.
He then read his lines, horribly. He was just too enthusiastic and grinning through the entire thing. It was supposed to be a mad Jamey yelling at his brother who was about to attack his ex girlfriend's killer.
Dad then told him, they will call him. But lets be honest here, obviously they wont.
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Alright so another 4 hours passed and we had almost all important characters casted, except Jamey. The crew was getting impatient and we were all super tired.
„Dad how many are left?" I then asked because I wanted nothing more than this to end.
„26." he answered, sounding annoyed.
So was I.
„Jeez, for fucks sake." I exclaimed and leaned back in my chair.
„Y/n, watch your language!" He scoffed and took a sip of his water before leaning back as well.
„Okay next off we have a Arón Piper. He is Spanish-German, which wouldnt quite match with the way we pictured Jamey. But lets get the guy, kay?" Evan, the producer spoke after reading some reviews.
„Mhm." my Dad hummed. He seemed extremely tired and messed up to be fair.
As I said, I was annoyed and super damn hungry but the second this guy walked in, all my senses were on and I couldnt help but stare at him. He was tall, had curly hair, an earring on his left ear, chocolate brown eyes and a smile that could kill.
„Hola,, I'm Arón."
My dad seemed to like him too because he sat up straight scanning him up and down.
„How old are you Arón?"
Lucy, the executive producer asked him, smiling as well.
„I'm 23." The handsome guy answered calm and sent me his billion dollar smile.
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I smiled back and for whatever fucking reason I just said:"You must be working out, am I right?" Everyone looked at me but I didnt care, I just looked him right in the eyes and saw him laugh.
„Y/n what the hell?"
My dad whispered sounding pissed yet confused.
„Jamey is a fit dude, he goes to the gym 6 times a week. We have to consider the fact that the actor has to be healthy and all as well."
I tried to get out of the weird situation but actually I was just wishing for him to take off his shirt to show us
-okay, me- his amazing abs I bet he had.
„Uhm to be honest, I just dance, thats it. But you could call that a work out since Ive been doing it since I was 7 years old."
The others seemed impressed too, so Lucy cockily said:"So if acting wouldnt work, youd become a professional dancer?"
Arón laughed again and answered:"Yeah, probably. But i havent even read my lines yet."
The entire time he was acting his lines, I was just staring at his god like face, every emotion, every move, every little change in his body language was perfect.
My dad looked like he was impressed too and he then, after Arón had finished, spoke:"Thank you, Arón.
That was amazing!"
He smiled happily and answered fully paying attention:"Oh gracias, it means so much coming from you!" He walked up to my dad to shake his hand and then took back his portfolio.
„Honey what do you think? Should we put him in round 2?"
I looked over to my dad, took a glance at Arón who was smiling cutely at me.
„Nah."
Everyone gave me a confused look and in Arón´s eyes I could see pure fear.
„I think we should give him the part.“
My dad smiled, nodded at me and then spoke:“Alright, Arón Piper, congratulations.“
Arón walked over to me and stuck his hand out for me to shake it.
I slowly took his hand and, okay that might sound weird, but it felt so damn good to touch him. God I sound like a creep. No but for real his hand was a lot bigger than mine and really warm compared to my -always cold- claws.
„Gracias." he said quietly and stared directly into my eyes while smiling.
I wanted to say something like:"Of course, you deserve it, you were amazing." but i just couldnt, i wasnt able to look anywhere but into his beautiful brown eyes.
My dad saw that and cleared his throat loudly. „Thank you again Arón, we will call you next week for further information. But for now, since Jamey is the main male protagonist and we will be filming most of the scenes with you, we'd like to invite you and the other main actors to a dinner party tomorrow night. We hope you're free and we would text you further dates later on today."
-„Yes I'm free, that'd be amazing! Thank you so much! See you tomorrow then, bye guys."
He grabbed his jacket from off the floor and left the room smiling brightly.
-„We've got it! We found, first of all the perfect Jamey, and we finally have all the actors, people!" Lucy shouted and sighed relieved.
„Alright then, lets celebrate!"
My dad exclaimed happily and the others stood up after him.
„I'll be right out, I'll go to the bathroom real quick."
I informed the guys and just simply hit the bathroom next to the audition room.
When i checked back to see if the room had been locked, I noticed that a portfolio book was left on the table.
I grabbed it, opened it and and noticed it was Arón's.
Right, he grabbed it before, then shook our hands and put it down again. Then he walked out without it.
So I quickly locked the door and ran through the building, past my dad saying:"Be right back."
I figured, Arón couldnt have gotten very far, so I sprinted down the stairs, out of the front door of the building and i looked around if I might spot him.
I then saw a guy that looked like him walking down the street towards a silver car and i ran as fast as i could to reach him.
„Arón!" I yelled and stopped once I finally reached him.
„Yeah?" he was about to get in the car but turned around.
„You forgot that." I passed him his book and tried to catch my breath real quick.
„Oh god, thank you! I totally forgot about that. Gracias."
He took it smiling.
While I was trying to breath, he opened the car door and said:"Just a second."
Me, still dying from all the running, I was now leaning against a wall.
„You okay?"
-„Huh? Yeah. Im.. good."
I was kind of embarrassed at how unathletic i was.
„U sure?" he came closer and looked actually quite concerned.
„Ya dont worry. Uhm.. See you.. tomorrow..at the.. party?" i tried to play it off and stood straight again
Arón smiled again and answered:"Of course. Cant wait!"
He then walked back to the car and sent me another smile before getting in.
Damn, this guy.
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You are going to kill me... buuut all 200 questions? I'm keeping you busy and thinking about your life
200: My crush’s name is: Jennifer
199: I was born in: a hospital? (Jks 1998)
198: I am really: funny
197: My cellphone company is: Lebara
196: My eye color is: boring ol’ brown
195: My shoe size is: a ladies 9
194: My ring size is: I actually don’t know
193: My height is: 5'10
192: I am allergic to: nothing surprisingly
191: My 1st car was: 1998 Subaru Legacy (the station wagon)
190: My 1st job was: Checkout Worker
189: Last book you read: The Accident Man
188: My bed is: a king
187: My pet: I don’t have one atm
186: My best friend: Anushka
185: My favorite shampoo is: I don’t have one (but I like anything coconut or tropical scented)
184: Xbox or ps3: don’t care
183: Piggy banks are: lit
182: In my pockets: I’m a girl, only 20% of my clothes have pockets big enough to put anything in
181: On my calendar: “Spotify Premium runs out on the 27th of August"
180: Marriage is: Not married
179: Spongebob can:
178: My mom: is awesome
177: The last three songs I bought were? Whatever I listened to last on Spotify?
176: Last YouTube video watched: review on Aztec clay face mask
175: How many cousins do you have? 4 step cousins and then 6 blood related cousins
174: Do you have any siblings? Just a younger sister
173: Are your parents divorced? Nah they still together and in love
172: Are you taller than your mom? Only just
171: Do you play an instrument? I used to play the piano
170: What did you do yesterday? Worked
[ I Believe In ]
169: Love at first sight: kinda
168: Luck: yes
167: Fate: not really
166: Yourself: sometimes
165: Aliens: yes
164: Heaven: yes
163: Hell: no
162: God: yes
161: Horoscopes: I mostly enjoy the zodiac memes and compatibility and personality horoscopes
160: Soul mates: yes, but I believe you have more than one
159: Ghosts: yes
158: Gay Marriage: big yes
157: War: nope
156: Orbs: it would be cool but I’m neutral
155: Magic: yes
[ This or That ]
154: Hugs or Kisses: Hugs
153: Drunk or High: Drunk
152: Phone or Online: Online
151: Red heads or Black haired: Red heads
150: Blondes or Brunettes: Blondes
149: Hot or cold: Hot
148: Summer or winter: Summer
147: Autumn or Spring: Autumn
146: Chocolate or vanilla: Chocolate
145: Night or Day: Day
144: Oranges or Apples: Oranges
143: Curly or Straight hair: Curly
142: McDonalds or Burger King: Maccas
141: White Chocolate or Milk Chocolate: Milk Chocolate
140: Mac or PC: Mac
139: Flip flops or high heels: High Heels
138: Ugly and rich OR sweet and poor: Sweet and Poor
137: Coke or Pepsi: Coke
136: Hillary or Obama: OBAMA
135: Burried or cremated: Cremated
134: Singing or Dancing: Dancing
133: Coach or Chanel: Chanel
132: Kat McPhee or Taylor Hicks: who are they?
131: Small town or Big city: Big city
130: Wal-Mart or Target: I haven’t been to either
129: Ben Stiller or Adam Sandler: Ben Stiller
128: Manicure or Pedicure: Manicure
127: East Coast or West Coast: East Coast
126: Your Birthday or Christmas: this is too cruel to answer
125: Chocolate or Flowers: Chocolate
124: Disney or Six Flags: Disney
123: Yankees or Red Sox: um don’t care
[ Here’s What I Think About ]
122: War: It’s expensive and unnecessary and should be a last resort. It’s not worth the lives lost, people injured and relocated. The monetary cost is ridiculous and it barley solves anything. It cause more issues and potentially more wars
121: George Bush: did 9/11
120: Gay Marriage: It’s actually crazy how long and how much effort it took to get this accepted. And I just hope this right isn’t taken away!
119: The presidential election: Donald Trump and Pence need to die or be locked up forever, I don’t even understand how anyone thought that Hilary Clinton would be worse.
118: Abortion: Pro-choice for the win
117: MySpace: I wasn’t old enough for this
116: Reality TV: my guilty pleasure tbh
115: Parents: I love my parents and they are good to me. But it would be great if they could be less homophobic.
114: Back stabbers: I don’t know why people feel the need to intentionally hurt and embarrass someone, especially someone who isn’t prepared for it or trusts you
113: Ebay: I don’t really use eBay
112: Facebook: I use it to tag my non tumblr friends in memes and to stalk people
111: Work: I’m sick of my job but I’m having to stick it out for now.
110: My Neighbors: They are seasonal but if their kids could not move and rearrange the bedroom at the ass crack of dawn that would be fantastic
109: Gas Prices: New Zealand, especially in the towns. Gas prices are so high. Spain isn’t so bad
108: Designer Clothes: I’d rather have more clothes than one designer one
107: College:
106: Sports: I have zero hand eye coordination and therefore hate sports! But I will watch the Olympics
105: My family: They are cool for the most part
104: The future: is scary and it makes me wanna throw up if I think too much about it
[ Last time I ]
103: Hugged someone: like a week ago
102: Last time you ate: I’m eating chocolate right now
101: Saw someone I haven’t seen in awhile: my grandparents and my cousins today
100: Cried in front of someone: it’s been forever
99: Went to a movie theater: like a good 6-8 months ago
98: Took a vacation: ummm like 4 months ago
97: Swam in a pool: yesterday
96: Changed a diaper: not since my babysitting days
95: Got my nails done: literally before I left New Zealand so 5 months ago
94: Went to a wedding: it’s been years
93: Broke a bone: never actually broken anything in my body
92: Got a peircing: I got my ears pieced when I was 12
91: Broke the law: Probably when I was driving, speeding or something but nothing I've been charged with lmao
90: Texted: like a couple of hours ago
[ MISC ]
89: Who makes you laugh the most: my sister
88: Something I will really miss when I leave home is: having consistently good home cooked meals
87: The last movie I saw: probably shrek
86: The thing that I’m looking forward to the most: being back in New Zealand! Or doing some travelling
85: The thing im not looking forward to: working
84: People call me: gay
83: The most difficult thing to do is: be honest
82: I have gotten a speeding ticket: I actually haven’t
81: My zodiac sign is: Leo
80: The first person i talked to today was: my girlfriend
79: First time you had a crush: the first crush I remember, I was in year 4 (so 8 years old) and it was on this boy named Joseph
78: The one person who i can’t hide things from: I’m good at hiding things tbh
77: Last time someone said something you were thinking: my sister when my mum and dad were talking shit
76: Right now I am talking to: my sister and my friends from New Zealand
75: What are you going to do when you grow up: Hairdressing tho I kinda would like to do pre school/nursery/kindergarten teaching
74: I have/will get a job: currently working as front of house at a little supermarket
73: Tomorrow: I’m working and doing house work
72: Today: I slept and then worked
71: Next Summer: I will hopefully be enjoying the sunshine
70: Next Weekend: Working yet again and having dinner with my grandparents
69: I have these pets: Definitely a cat, and also a dog
68: The worst sound in the world: chalk or finger nails on a chalkboard
67: The person that makes me cry the most is: myself
66: People that make you happy: my sister, my friends and my girlfriend
65: Last time I cried: when I watched beauty and the beast
64: My friends are: absolutely incredible, I don’t deserve them
63: My computer is: I don’t have one anymore
62: My School: I’m not in school
61: My Car: I don’t have a car atm
60: I lose all respect for people who: are snakes
59: The movie I cried at was: beauty and the beast
58: Your hair color is: brown and boring
57: TV shows you watch: Atm limitless, shooter, Shetland, Rewatching Criminal Minds, AHS and Black Mirror
56: Favorite web site: boohoo.com or iherb
55: Your dream vacation: A cruise or a historical/relaxed tour of the ancient world
54: The worst pain I was ever in was: in a tie between slamming my fingers in a car door or when I got a virus (it’s a really bad version of food poisoning) and I actually thought I was gonna die.
53: How do you like your steak cooked: medium to well done
52: My room is: relatively clean and currently got that minimal plant theme going
51: My favorite celebrity is: Dua Lipa
50: Where would you like to be: with @dysfunctionalgroup
49: Do you want children: yeah one day
48: Ever been in love: yes
47: Who’s your best friend: Anushka
46: More guy friends or girl friends: it used to be a balance but now mostly girl friends
45: One thing that makes you feel great is: cute underwear and a good nights sleep
44: One person that you wish you could see right now:
43: Do you have a 5 year plan: yes
42: Have you made a list of things to do before you die: mentally but it’s not written down anywhere
41: Have you pre-named your children: no, but I have some names I really like lined up
40: Last person I got mad at: my sister
39: I would like to move to: the Uk or NZ
38: I wish I was a professional:
[ My Favorites ]
37: Candy: Reece’s pieces or skittles
36: Vehicle: Kinda want a Range Rover or a Land Rover but in the old style. Or a classic car
35: President: Obama
34: State visited: ive never been to America
33: Cellphone provider: Lebara
32: Athlete: my bio teacher, she played for a big women’s netball team
31: Actor: Jensen Ackles
30: Actress: Gal Gadot
29: Singer: Dua Lipa
28: Band: The Internet
27: Clothing store: h&m or boohoo
26: Grocery store: I don’t have one
25: TV show: Brooklyn 99
24: Movie: I have too many
23: Website: this hell hole
22: Animal: Cats or Goats
21: Theme park: I’ve only been to Disney
20: Holiday: Christmas and Halloween
19: Sport to watch: Gymnastics
18: Sport to play: None
17: Magazine: who reads magazines anymore
16: Book: the Mysterious Benedict Society
15: Day of the week: Friday
14: Beach: as long as it’s sandy I’m cool
13: Concert attended: J Cole
12: Thing to cook: Pizza and Sweet and Sour Pork
11: Food: Cheesburgers
10: Restaurant: Any that sell food I like
9: Radio station: ZM
8: Yankee candle scent: most of them
7: Perfume: Dolce and Gabbana, Floral Drops
6: Flower: forget me nots
5: Color: Green
4: Talk show host: don’t have a fave
3: Comedian: don’t have a fave
2: Dog breed: Border Collie
1: Did you answer all these truthfully? Guess you’ll never know
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I picture cruel august girl as Elizabeth from Wildest Dreams in some parts and unnamed red head side girl from Babe in other parts, for some reason.
#taylor swift#Taylor Princess Swift#cruel august#august#yes I'm aware on imdb Wildest Dreams girl's name is Marjorie Finn#I'm still going to call her and Scott Elizabeth and Richard
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