#dude. i am used to being disappointed and let down by people i am close to but fuck this .

[ykiwrite]

i'm not in love

[bad] description: Wednesday pays you a visit in school

"And this is how you do differential equations guys. Any questions? Do i need to explain it again?" asked the professor of your beloved subject math, sarcastically of course.

"No, no we get it" shouted the entire class collectively already ready to leave in hopes of finishing earlier than intended despite understanding close to nothing before being interrupted by a gem amongst stones.

"Yes, actually can you repeat that part where…"

At that very moment you and every single being in that room let out a disappointed and annoyed sigh. Muffling out every noise surrounding you along with your vision going dark as you rested your head between folded arms acting as a pillow. Might as well take a rest since your phone died meaning no music, no music meaning no other options left except sleep to pass the time.

The bell rang and you were pretty sure everyone right now wished to be people speeding down the hallway heading out. 

"Guys, silence please. Listen to me for a minute, this is very important which i forgot to mention. We'll finish quickly and you got your break."

His rambling, although you were detached from everything could be present up until it got quiet out of the blue. Raising your head and adjusting your vision wondering what's the reason behind the silence until you spotted the reason and made eye contact with it.

Quite impossible to miss the one and only, from head to toe wrapped in black Wednesday, your Wednesday Addams.

"I am sorry for interruption sir, i considered since the bell rang the class is over therefore i may come in."

"Well uh, yes you can but i didn't finish my lecture yet."

"Would you mind if i were to take a seat in the back of the class until it's finally over? I planned on waiting for someone from this class in front of the school but your lectures allegedly prolonged."

"Yes of course, go ahead." said the man whose voice you swore was trembling at one point as he turned around to bring a lecture to an end. "Where were we?", hand hovering above the board pointlessly moving in circles in order to remember. Great, now she even confused him which will make this even longer.

As Wednesday made her way to you, swiftly moving in between rows of desks and chairs people kept turning around once they were out of her vision. Both peripheral and the center one, it's better to play it safe.

"I see how you pay attention in class." was her first words of the day spoken to you when she sat next to your empty seat. Looking at your as well empty white notebook page you couldn't defend yourself.

"Wow, not even a hi and how are you for your beloved girlfriend?" you said faking a disappointed flat tone. "Besides, what are you doing here? I can already see 90% of people in this class won't sleep tonight because of you. I can't afford to pay for therapy bills." 

"That's entirely not my problem. The reason i visited is because Enid told me you didn't answer her text messages." 

(That definitely was not the reason but you let it slide)

"You mean your text messages? I know when you use her phone, Enid doesn't use proper grammar. It screams 'Wednesday'. Also my phone died so that's why."

"Hmmm" she muttered looking you dead in the eye as if interrogating with hope you will break and confess. "I'll take that as an excuse."

"Okay but what about the real reason you're here?" You said giving her a playful smile.

"What are you implying?"

"Just say you wanted to see me so, oh so desperately. It's normal, nothing to be ashamed of. Couples do that in case this is your first time hearing about it." You gave her a wink knowing it will make her roll eyes.

"Dude, is this your friend?" ruined the moment by a guy sitting in front of you that was quiet up until now, unfortunately.

"I mean-"

"I'm the girlfriend. Why?" 

Seeing both of your sour faces he was brave enough to push forward "Listen, i always had a thing for like goth girls so i was wondering if you're free but since you two-"

"Alright guys, class is finally over. I apologize for making you stay longer, i'll make it up to you by shortening next class. See you tomorrow and have a good day."

All of the class shuffling drowned out his attempt for a small talk as both Wednesday and you thanked whatever is lurking out there for cutting it short. Wednesday was visibly close to falling apart from that interaction and it's for the best you leave as soon as possible to prevent any unwanted injuries. Clearly on behalf of the guy.   Eventually getting through the crowd and out in open felt like a wish come true.

"Looook, it's snowing right? The first one this year" you commented eagerly while looking around the sky that's getting darker and darker by each second.

"It's just snow." looking over to your side she feels like you shapeshifted into a child in those few seconds she looked away. She wasn't familiar with this type of werewolves but there's a first time for everything.

"It's also Wednesday today! It must be a sign." you claimed.

"Sign for what?" asked Wednesday completely clueless.

"Oh you know, the "first snow" traditions." quoting with your hands.

"The first snow traditions? If it's something coming from the things you read on the internet or you and Enids highly intelligent conversations-"

"No it's not! It says you're supposed to kiss the loved one on the first snowfall of the year." Looking back to her, asking you "Really?" just above a whisper. She was still wary but how could she not trust you. It's you after all.

Taking a deep breath in she turned to you fixing your winter hat and dusting of snow that has fallen, hands naturally finding their own path down to your face as she allowed herself to relax around you. 

"This better be true" merely an inches of space between two of you. In fact, she wouldn't mind if it weren't the truth.

time skip

"You lied."

"About what are we talking about?"

"About the snow tradition. I can't believe i had to hear it from Enid and her computer that there is no concrete evidence behind the snowfall and a kiss." said Wednesday bringing up your last weeks made up fact.

"And what are you complaining about exactly?" provided no answer. You won against Wednesday, congratulations. 

notes: for the sake of the story pretend you don't attend Nevermore and Wednesday can roam around freely (also no offense for math lovers)

fun fact also: i accidentally deleted this after writing it for hours i almost deleted the app

#wednesday x reader #wednesday imagine #wednesday addams x reader #you won #wednesday addams imagine

[tired-writer-in-progress]

I don't know how to feel about Wilbur. Don't get me wrong, support Shelby, but it's like.. a depressing feeling of sorts, like I just can't bring myself to be mad, disappointed or sad anymore. At this point all YouTube is to just watch people you thought were gonna be great either quit, ruin their own lives by either killing their body for fame or preying on their own fans because they thought they would never get caught. And honestly my only reaction is just thinking who's next? Who am I just gonna stop watching in the future? I've seen people from the Warriors Fandom, a fandom about CATS. Have some of the most disgusting people. And I've been let down before.

Everything feels too close together, YouTuber after YouTuber gets called out for a disgusted act and it just feels like it's happening too fast. And if you watch as many channels as I do, it feels like a big chance just for two of your most watched to just explode with controversy and proof of what they did.

We're watching the world burn inside of the internet, something that was supposed to take our minds off real life, but it's just turned into a dumpster fire. I guess things never go out in the intended way anyways but, the internet is a big example of that.

(And for some reason at least for me, it's mainly the people who write songs / animations that do it. I don't know why)

At this point my only hope from big YouTubers is Kwite. Considering he could actually prove himself innocent and bounce back like a madman.

Your feelings are totally valid, dude. Honestly, I'm also numb to this whole situation, considering I'm used to these situations because of um. Yeah, the gacha community. But that's a whole different topic.

It feels like a routine at this point, people getting exposed left and right for being horrible people, which is good, but like. Why were you all horrible people in the first place? Can't you all learn to be better people?

Not just Wilbur. Everyone is in danger to be exposed for their horrible actions, even me. People just need to learn to be better and not do crimes.

#mod togo #mod rambles #wilbur soot cw #wilbur soot #fuck wilbur soot

[mercurywritesstuff]

Library of dreams, warm and loving

Summary: Fei Kai moved to South Korea to get a fresh start. The fresh start included a man with curly hair and glasses.

Story warnings: Single mother! Kai x Ex military! Changbin. Strangers to lovers. Enemies to lovers. 3rd person. Disabled! Changbin. Kai flirts with people as always. Kai has a toddler. Suggestive in many chapters. Themes of PTSD.

CW: Time skip, Angst towards the end, suggestive teasing(in like, one line), Kai getting hurt(Signs of a concussion), Changbin being slightly violent(he pushes Kai away from him), graphic depictions of traumatic scarring, self image issues(Changbin), a bit of fear of abandonment/fear of being replaced(Changbin again. Mans going through it)

2.7k word count

Taglist: @mynameisnotlaura, @palindrome969

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Chapter 3: Kai likes a man in uniform, but men in uniform are unkind

The thing about Kai, she was very optimistic about the small things. Maybe it was her environment that made her this way, but she didn’t let small disappointments drag her down. 

It was four years since she moved to Seoul now, and she was very much adjusted to the bumps in the night. She had gotten enough money to get a new apartment, large enough for her and Duri to walk around comfortably, although it was near her first apartment. And by near, I mean right above it and an apartment over, it was that close. She was used to the area around her, and she didn’t want to separate Duri from the seven boys that were basically her uncles.  

She even suddenly had free time, with her daughter starting Kindergarten, and her job doing so well they had to hire another receptionist. So, she took this well-deserved day off with open arms. 

After dropping Duri off at school, Kai took a deep breath and walked through the city. Yes, although she lived here, she rarely explored the city. With this free day, she wanted to savor her thoughts and spend the morning window shopping. 

During her shopping spree, she got a call from Jeongin. It was unlike him to call her on his shift, and especially this early in the afternoon. He shouldn’t be at lunch yet. 

“Hey dude, what’s up?” Kai asked after she stepped away from the line she just stepped into to checkout. “Need something?” 

“So, remember the time I helped you get out of that really bad date? You said you would help me with anything, right?” Jeongin sounded desperate. 

“I am not sleeping with you, Innie,” Kai joked, getting a gag from the other end. “Hey!” She laughed in faux offence. 

“No, I am not asking for that!” Kai could hear the flustered tone he sported. “It’s something different.” 

“Shoot, go for it.” Kai clicked her tongue against her cheek. 

“So, you know my roommate, Changbin, went into the military, like, two years ago?” Jeongin started, papers ruffling in the background and voices being muffled. 

“Mmhm, I vaguely remember you being upset about it.” Kai thought back to that day. Jeongin was so upset, Minho was busy consoling the younger man: Kai knew he was also upset, but he wanted Jeongin to be his priority.

Jeongin made a hum of acknowledgement about that day. 

“Well, he just got discharged from the military.” Jeongin muttered. 

“Oh! That's great! I know you’ve been missing him, when is he coming home?” Kai smiled. 

“That's the thing, he flies in in two hours and you’re the only one in the group that I trust enough to drive. He has no other way to get home otherwise.” Jeongin said. 

“Two hours?? You didn’t think to ask me before today?” Her brows furrowed, biting her lip nervously. 

“I just found out five minutes ago from his superior. Please, Kai, I know it’s your day off, but I could really-” Jeongin starts to ramble, before Kai cuts him off by sighing. 

“Innie, please don’t apologize. It’s fine, I’m fine with bringing him back.” 

“Thank you, Kai-” 

“But.” She cuts him off again, causing the male to hold his breath. 

“But?” Jeongin’s hesitant voice sounded a little later as Kai stared at the tile in thought. 

“You are buying me lunch, foxy.” Kai teased him. Jeongin breathed a sigh of relief. 

“Okay, can do. Pick me up in ten?” 

“Sure, clinic?” 

“Yeah, bye.” 

“See you soon, Qīn,” Kai teased, knowing he would get flustered by the term. Jeongin sputtered on the other end before Kai hung up, causing a little laugh to escape from Kai. She put her items back (it was just a new throw pillow that Han or Hyunjin would like) and walked briskly to the parking lot to get her car.  

It was a cute little red car, only meant to fit five people. But it was big enough for her, even if it was almost older than her. She slung her purse onto the booster seat behind her.  

She was a little late, by five minutes, picking up Jeongin, ready to hear him tease her, but he was quiet. Kai frowned and set her hand on his knee, squeezing softly for his reassurance. He was tense, but allowed the touch, hand resting over hers. 

It wasn’t a surprise to their friends when Kai and Jeongin got close. The two youngest were always on good terms, and he was the older brother she never had. However, what shocked her the most was Duri and Han. It was fascinating when Duri became close with Han, since Kai and him weren’t the best of friends when they first met. She even calls him Imobu, which Kai was surprised by. She knows she’s never taught her daughter that word, but Han was elated. 

The ride to Incheon airport was silent for the hour. Her radio had broken and Jeongin was too nervous to even speak, jittery to see his friend after two whole years of not speaking to him. He wasn’t even able to come home for the holidays, much to the friend group’s dismay. Kai had seen pictures of Changbin before he entered the military, and she found him handsome, albeit a little scrawny, like a boy-next-door type. Her own type was more of the toned, muscular type anyway. 

Finally finding a parking spot after thirty minutes, Jeongin leapt out of the car, pacing back and forth. Kai locked her car, hand clutching the back of Jeongin’s jacket, so he had something to ground himself on (and to prevent him from running off. This man needed a leash). Jeongin gulped loudly, and Kai ran her hands through his hair to calm him down, getting a shy and grateful smile back. 

The airport wasn’t as busy as it usually was, due to it being a random Wednesday in February, and no holidays coming up. Jeongin was confident in where he was going, and soon Kai was the one being tugged along like she was on a leash. 

Kai and Jeongin stood at Gate 13, Kai standing casually while Jeongin was bouncing on the balls of his feet. Surprisingly, the boy kept growing, even when he was climbing towards his mid-twenties. He was closing in on 180 cm, while she still stayed at 160, her envying him for his wonderful height. He had teased her for being short before, but stopped when a furious Duri was throwing a tantrum over people “disrespecting her mother”. He walked away with tiny bruises after her tiny feet kicked him especially hard. 

The gate started emptying out, and the first guy to leave was a man in camo and in a wheelchair, being pushed by a man dressed identically. Kai didn’t think anything of it until Jeongin surged forward, almost leading her to face plant in the middle of the airport gate. Kai led out a yell, gaining a couple curious eyes before she corrected herself. 

Kai followed Jeongin, scolding him for almost making her eat shit, before the words died in her throat. 

The guy in the wheelchair was incredibly buff, I'm talking shoulders broader than her torso, thick biceps tight in his camo uniform, and even thicker thighs. Kai swallowed hard, eyes going up to his face, which wore a hard expression as he glared at nothing-in-particular. Kai looked over him once more, before noticing an obvious loss in his left pant leg and no second army boot.

Oh, Kai thought. Oh no, what happened? 

“Changbin-hyung!” Jeongin cried, gaining the older man’s attention. Changbin let out a small grunt, acknowledging the younger as he squeezed his forearm. Changbin’s eyes drifted to Kai, who straightened up and bowed deeply, hair falling back over her shoulders at the quick move. 

“Hello,” Kai spoke in a formal way, thinking it was appropriate for a first greeting. “I’m Kai, one of Innie’s friends.” She rose from her bow and put on one of her friendliest smiles. 

He gave Kai a tight-lipped smile, it didn’t reach his eyes. Jeongin was busy talking with his commanding officer, the one who wheeled him out, and Kai stood there awkwardly, fiddling with the edge of her graphic tee. 

Jeongin sighed, taking the handles of Changbin’s wheelchair with the army duffel bag slung on his back. It was light, maybe five pounds, and rattled slightly. Kai led the way out the airport, keeping a close eye on the two men as she walked to her car. That was when she realized it. 

“Are you able to get in yourself?” Kai asked Changbin, holding the door open. He grunted, nodding, before standing on his right leg and sliding into the cooled car. Kai took the wheelchair and sat it in the trunk (thankfully it was a hatchback), securing it with a seatbelt. 

The ride was silent, and thankfully Jeongin was less nerve-wrecked than before. The moment Kai entered her apartment parking garage, Jeongin let out an “oh shit” under his breath. 

“Hm?” Kai turned her head to him once she parked in her spot. 

“Hey, can I speak to you for a second?” Jeongin bit his lip. Kai’s brows furrowed, taking a glance at Changbin. 

“D’you think you’ll be okay for second while he talks to me?” Kai asked, getting a half-hearted smile from the man. She smiled back, although it was slightly forced. She exited the car, her nervous senior on her tail. They stood a few feet away, not knowing Changbin could still hear everything they were going to say. 

“Changbin-hyung needs to stay at your apartment.” Jeongin said. Kai choked on her spit, shooting him a warning glare. 

“Innie, I know he’s your friend, but I’m not comfortable letting a stranger that hasn’t said a word to me around my daughter. Why can't he stay with you, or Chan? You guys know him way better than I do!” Kai objected, crossing her arms and cocking her hip to the side. 

“My apartment doesn’t have a wheelchair ramp or elevator and I'm near the top floor of a seven-story building. Chan-Hyung can't fit anything else in that apartment, let alone a grown man with belongings and a wheelchair.” 

Kai sighed, fingers pulsing towards her temple. She bit her lip, before nodding. “Okay, he can live with me. But if he turns out to be a creep or something, I’m blaming you.” Kai shot him a pointed look, to which he nodded frantically, hands clapping together to show his gratitude. “C’mon you weirdo,” Kai snorted, pushing him towards her car.  

It took less time getting the wheelchair out than in, due to Jeongin practically ripping the seatbelt in two. Kai smacked him upside the head, glaring at him as she scolded him. 

Changbin sat silently, eyes distant as Jeongin shook his shoulder, before he came too. He barely gave Kai a glance as he got into his chair, holding himself straight. Kai bit her lip nervously: This was going to be interesting. 

“I’m so sorry about the mess,” Kai said as she entered her apartment. She quickly slid on her slippers, picking up all the tripping hazards along the way. Changbin didn’t say anything as he watched her pick up the almost-spotless-apartment.  

The floors were light bamboo, and the walls were white, Posters of music bands and papers of children’s drawings were taped to the walls, bringing color to the dull apartment. The apartment had a nice chamomile scent, mixed with the stench of crayons and baby powder. There wasn’t much furniture, except a dollhouse in the corner, a bookshelf with a few Mandarin and English texts, and a desk, littered with kindergarten homework and basic math textbooks. 

“I only have two rooms; one is a kid’s room, so you probably don't want to sleep in a pink racecar bed,” Kai chuckled to herself, getting another blank stare from the older man. “You can take my room; I can sleep on the couch since it is comfortable. I’ll make sure everything is clean, make yourself at home.” Kai bowed, before scurrying into the room closest to where they were. 

Changbin rolled his eyes after her nervous form before rolling into the living area. The Tv stand had few nicknacks, a framed photo of Kai and the guys at a child’s birthday party, a banner reading “4” is seen in the background. They all looked so genuinely happy, the spectacle making Changbin’s stomach churn with hate. The space he would've been in was replaced by her, and he hated it. 

About half an hour later, Kai comes out with a smile. “It’s ready, do you want to see?” she asked, cocking her head to the side. Changbin resisted the urge to groan with annoyance, why did everyone treat him like a baby? He nodded, rolling after her as she padded softly to the master bedroom. 

A queen-sized bed sat on the furthest wall, sitting under a large window, sheer blue curtains framing the bed. White linen made up the bed, smelling like fresh linen and lavender, and a little like Vanilla. It made the room less sad. 

The rest of the room was barren, only her bed and a small dresser sat on the other wall. It looked like she had just moved in, despite her living in the “new” apartment for about two years now. “It’s not much, but it’s home.” Kai whispered, turning to the older man. 

“What food do you like? I can make it, if you’d like.” Kai offered, hands coming up and holding her hands in front on her chest, clutched together. 

“’m not hungry,” Changbin grunted out, voice hoarse from not talking and not drinking anything in the past few hours. The first words he spoke to Kai, and she was elated.

“I’m sure you are, I was told you eat like a champ.” Kai smiled, trying to lighten the tense mood. “Now, c’mon, what do you want? I can make bulgogi, or yubuchobap, or-” She got interrupted by him looking up at her with a glare. 

“Don’t you ever shut up? I am not hungry, woman!” He yelled, standing up before he fell due to him being unbalanced. 

“Oh my god, are you okay?! Here, let me-” Kai crouched down, hands reaching out to help him up before he slapped them away roughly. He was positively seething, nostrils flaring as his face turned red. 

“Leave me alone!” He yelled at her, shoving her back away from him. Kai shrieked as she lost balance and fell backwards, head slamming against the doorframe making stars swim around her vision. The room fell silent, all that was heard was heavy breathing, as the two looked at each other. Kai’s eyes were wide with fear as Changbin closed his eyes in frustration. 

Kai stood up, the room dizzy as she exited the room, thick tension filling the apartment. Kai jumped as she heard a door slam, tears welling up in her eyes, her head throbbing with pain. 

Her phone went off, startling her out of her daze. Kai picked up the phone before answering it. The school had called because it was already past pick up time and Duri was getting more antsy. “Shi- shoot, I’ll be there soon. Something came up and I didn’t look at the time. I’m 15 minutes away, tell my daughter that I didn’t forget about her, okay? Thank you!” She hung up quickly, grabbing her purse and rushing out the door. 

Changbin jumped slightly when the front door slammed. He was sitting on the bed, his left leg pulled out of his pants. His leg ended just below his knee; a scar ran from where the skin was sewn shut up to his hip where they put a new titanium hip in. Changbin choked back tears, head slipping into that awful, cloudy space. 

He felt worthless; it was an accident that could have been prevented. But now, he was reminded of his mistake every time he opened his eyes. The scar was an ugly pink thing, splitting into several different directions from the skin grafting. Now he felt uglier than ever, even before he left for the military. 

Because after all, he thought. Who would ever tolerate or love a thing so ugly? 

Self indulgent a little with the fear of being replaced bit :D Blonde changbin my beloved

#skz #bang chan #changbin #hyunjin #han jisung #lee know #skz imagines #writing #jeongin #lee felix #seungmin #skzkaifei #straykids #stray kids #Library of dreams warm and loving #LDWL

[chaosgremlinmunson]

'Argyle? What kind of name was Argyle?!' he thought to himself. All he had wanted to do was become an artist, yet he'd been pushed to work for his father, and as a 'secret agent' no less.

Secret Agent his ass, he was a glorified imposter to this dope ass dude, pretending to be his friend. Well, he was SUPPOSED to be pretending anyway... To top it off he's supposed to all but STALK a 13 year old girl with super powers who could kill him just as easily as look in his general direction.

'Christ, what am I even doing?!' he thought as he pulled on his surfer boy chic disguise they'd chosen for him. At least he could still smoke, he could at least pretend this was all normal when he was high.

He shook off his melancholy and prepared himself to play his role. The only problem was he's falling hard for his fake best friend.

As Argyle walked out of his room to the small kitchenette of his studio apartment he couldn't stop thinking about that fact. He was hopelessly in love with Jonathan Michael Byers. His Jonny boy who thought Argyle was a dopey pizza restaurant manager. Who thought Argyle was the best™ wingman for any and all shenanigans.

When Jon met Argyle it was partly by chance, partly planned. See, the thing is most of his life was planned out now. Not that anyone bothered to get his input for those plans, hell, he wasn't even made aware of them until he was needed for his fabricated role they wanted him to play.

If Argyle was being completely gonest with himself, it pissed him off. Here he was, forced to work because some years ago two people were horny and decided to have sex. How was that his fault?! The cherry on the cake though was he got stuck with good old dad. His dad who hated his existence, who had decided to tell his only son that he would kill him had he not agreed to this job.

So, he had agreed, he was told once they'd gotten Eleven he would be free to do whatever he wanted, live however and wherever he wanted. Great...Only flaw in that plan was they failed to explain to him that Eleven was as a child with special powers. And they failed to explain to him that he, of all people, was going to be on his own to do this...this impossible task.

Argyle went to his van intent on going to see Jon for the day and to check on El- Jane. She wanted to be called Jane. He parked outside the house and took a deep breath, he was going to come clean to them today. He loved Jonathan Byers, and the entire Byers family. If they found out on their own he could only imagine how death would feel better than seeing the disappointment on their faces.

He made his way to the door, but before he could raise his fist to knock it had flown open hitting him square in the face.

"You lied! Friends don't lie!" Jane was yelling as she launched herself at him.

"Jane, let him come in, let him explain..." Jonathan started, he looked sad and stressed.

"Oh....Oh shit." Argyle muttered, a sharp intake of breath. "H-how did you find out?"

"Are you fucking serious?! That's you're response?! That's all you can say?!" Jonathan glared at him, "Ok, you know what? Whatever. Get your ass in here. Sit down and explain. NOW."

So Argyle walked in, his chest tight. He sat heavily at the small kitchen table and hung his head dragging his hands down his face and looking up at them, tears close to spilling down his cheeks.

"Yeah....Yeah I can explain." He looked back down trying to memorize the pattern of the table, and proceeded to tell them how his father worked directly for the man Jane used to call Papa. How his father was abusive bastard, he gave them a short run down of his child hood and the gut wrencing fear Alan, his father, had instilled into him as a small child.

He went on to tell them about how he'd been coerced into this, apologizing every few words, he was actually coming over to tell them today. He wanted to stop. No more contact with them, he wouldn't let them get to Jane. He'd rather die, but he understands if they want him to leave, he probably would in their position.

He drew in a shaky breath the tears now flowing down his face, he didn't bother trying to stop them, he deserves to feel every bit of pain. He deserved for them to hate him for betraying them this way. He took another shaking breath, "I love you...all of you." his voice cracking and his tried to not sob out what he needed to say before he disappeared from their life forever, "You are all more of a family than I have ever had. And Jon, I- Oh, god, you probably hate me...and...and I don't blame you, you know? Before I leave though I just need to tell you that I'm so sorry. I know it's not enough, God, how could it be? But....I am... and" He swallowed thickly, he needed to say it, especially if this was the last time he was ever going to see them. "Since you already hate me and I'll probably never see you again after this...I need to let you know, Jon... I- I'm in love with you."

He sat in silence refusing to look up. After a good few moments Jane walked up him and hugged him once. Sternly she said, "Don't lie again?" it was more demand than a question, and all he could do was nod, tears falling faster now. He couldn't look up as Jonathan walked past him. He heard sniffling, he wasn't sure from who, but his heart broke even more. He knew though he had no one to blame for this except himself.

#jargyle #Jargyle Ficlet #secret agent argyle #jonathan x argyle #jonathan byers #jane hopper #Just rip my heart out #i don't even know #potentially a series #probably a one shot #where do i even go from here #haha welp #welp fuck #welp lol

[lostnfounder]

[The following is a transcript of an interaction that took place between Lostfield Reporter Ruth Shirbon and Jasper Rush, God of the Dead, Demon King.] 

R: Alright, I think it’s… yeah, it’s recording. Here. You take it. I’m driving. Huh- Oh, bye Chase! Yep. Okay. Ready?

J: I’ve never been in a car before, but sure. If lying down is fine to do in these. 

R: I- I was gonna say you can have shotgu- okay, and you’re crawling into the backseat. Alright. Let’s go.

[For a second any other sound is drowned out by my car starting, but I did catch Jasper startle from the sudden movement, tail hitting the door hard enough to make him wince before he seemed to ignore it or recover quickly from whatever pain might have happened.]

J: You forgot I have the inconvenience of a tail that makes seats my personal enemy. The wings would have potentially made it worse, what are these straps for?

R: Wha- Wait, yeah, the wings aren’t… what happened to the wings? Those are seatbelts, stop pulling them out that far, they’ll break.

J: You have torture straps in cars? Odd. Oh there’s the buckle thing, I see, it’s like a safety of some sort, like a less useful harness. 

R: Yeah. Uh. It’s to make sure you don’t go flying through the windshield if we crash, or something. Anyway, Are you ready? 

J: Yes, I am. And ah, my wings. Well... I suppose you could say that, I came to accept my bird being gone, and my letting go of the spirit as tight as I had been, let the last of it disperse. It... certainly hurt a great deal to do, but the weight is gone. 

R: Oh… That’s. It seems like a bit of a bittersweet thing, but. I’m glad you were able to move on, dude. 

J: Yeah... Maybe I can contact the ghost more reliably now, but I haven't tried yet. Maybe later. 

R: I have an ouija board in my closet somewhere if you need that, though, uh. I imagine demons have more effective methods of contacting the deceased.

J: Demons don’t, I do, it’s only really a power that the god of Death has. Demons would have no need to contact anyone dead. Uh, it’d take a lot more than a little... board thing... to summon a demon. Ghosts of dead people can't leave the afterlife once they’ve entered. I suppose a ghost who got lost and stayed on Earth would be able to, but not well unless it wasn't the first time ever interacting with one. 

[The audio gets a bit funky for a few seconds because he used the recorder to tap his chin as he thought. It was unpleasant to listen to on the play back.]

R: Ah. That… would explain why none of my seances have ever worked. Damn.

J: Sorry to disappoint, I’m sure you had a great deal of curiosity for some ghosts. I noticed when I arrived you seemed... like someone hiding in a blanket for some reason. What prompted such a response?

R: … Ah. Uhm. I just haven’t had a good week. Saw a… Nevermind. What, uh, kind of shops do you think you want to go to? 

J: Just... a store, generally? Food and things, whatever place might have a nice basket thing for food, and something softer then a picnic blanket. I doubt those are comfortable on a hard surface. Are there not stores that have everything?

R: Oh. Yeah. I guess there are. Sorry. I’m… a bit brain fogged.

J: Hmm, did you hear the sirens in the forest a few days before? They were quite loud, I imagine very close they could contribute to such.

[Nonverbal input registered: A quiet scrunching sound, almost like someone is tightening their hands on a steering wheel.] 

R: Yeah. That’s… That’s why. I couldn’t sleep, that night. Because of the sirens and for no other reasons. 

[The silence is replaced with a curious hum I hadn't heard at the time from Jasper]

J: You were in the woods, weren’t you? Were you doing your investigating research thing, and ran something that scared you? Like a bear, or maybe my friend Argus?

R: No, no, it- it wasn’t alive, man, stop asking.

[Silence for a bit, with some grumbling from Jasper, but he doesn't say anything more about it]

R: Uhm. We’re almost there. You wanna go to… Walgreens? They might have picnic baskets.

J: I suppose, I don’t know anywhere that’s better currently. Do you want me to take this in with us when we arrive, or return it to you?

R: To be honest I’m not sure they’ll let me record in there. I, uh. Don’t exactly have the best track record with… the staff here. Uh. Long story short one time I was convinced one of the patrons was actually a vampire. So. They kinda keep more of an eye on me.

[Laughter from Jasper]

J: What caused you to believe so, don’t tell me it was due to something about sunlight, or garlic?

R: I. I don’t know, to be honest. That was back when I was more into vampire conspiracy than demons, so. I guess any remotely alt-dressing person would be on my suspicion list. 

[He looked obviously amused, grinning as he chuckled]

J: Hmm, so I suppose you know what a proper vampire is now then yes? Well, sort of, anyway. I always thought it was funny, the whole stake to the heart thing. That kills anyone, it isn’t special to vampires. Not that it’d kill a vampire, when they are already dead and don't have beating hearts. 

R: Yeah, I always kinda figured that was bullshit. Same with the silver bullet thing… Wait, shit, is the garlic thing true?

J: If the vampire were allergic, perhaps. Or had a silver allergy. 

R: Huh. Maybe they think that because one guy killed a vampire that just happened to have a garlic allergy. … Ah, there’s the Walgreens.

J: Oh good, it does look big, like something that would sell quite a lot of things. How do I turn this thing off?

R: Uh, you should just be able to press the red button in the mid-

[Transcript end.]

{Final notes: Immediately after he pressed it, he commented that usually, for him, a red button would set off explosives, and he was seemingly relieved that I didn't have an active bomb just… on me that was in danger of exploding. Which is… odd. I don’t know who he’d be around that has that much immediate access to dynamite.}

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[theoddcatlady]

A Bachelor to Die For, Week Four

Week Three

Still here. Still not dead.

This week I was, for once, the last to go on a date. This time it was going to be Donovan’s plan, he was to create a personalized date for each of us. And now he’d be lurking around more often, so if we really got his attention, we’d just be hanging out during the day.

Thank god Diana passed the Trazodone to me. I wouldn’t have slept a wink. I might be a favorite, but I just couldn’t sleep without popping a pill.

Donovan found me before breakfast on Sunday, I’d just taken a shower and was heading down for the breakfast buffet. “How’d you sleep?” He asked.

“Bit of a struggle,” I held back a yawn. “You?”

“Well enough. Want to sit with me during breakfast?”

I did the dumb decision and shook my head. “I think I need some alone time. After…”

“Shannon. Right.” Donovan looked a bit disappointed, but he didn’t push it. “You didn’t have a clue?”

“I knew she was depressed. I guess she decided to go out on her own terms.” I gave him a knowing look. “I don’t blame her, I’d probably do the same.”

Donovan winced and inched away from me. “… Right. Well, I’ll see if Diana wants to,” He said before hurrying off.

Yes, I know I should’ve just played along, but god I was really freaking tired. And Shannon’s death fucked me up more than I’d cared to admit. She was a nice girl, and I’d known her longer than Justice.

I sat with Tara and Taylor, Tara shooting quite violent glares at the back of Diana’s head. The two were enjoying coffee together, while Diana was acting like nothing was wrong, even getting a bit flirty. “How can she think about flirting now?” Taylor groaned.

“I underestimated her. I thought she was just sweet. Clearly there’s more layers to that girl than meets the eye, and it pisses me off,” Tara said through clenched teeth.

“She just doesn’t want to die, guys. I blew Donovan off this morning and I’m already regretting it,” I said before giving a long stare at the camera guy moving in on us. “Oh my god, dude, we’re just eating breakfast. Could you not.”

Tara picked up her mostly empty plate and twirled it in her fingers. “Beat it or you’re eating porcelain,” She snapped. I never saw someone with a camera move so damn quick.

I spent all the free time I had before my date trying to figure another way out. Hard enough with all the house staff and the hosts watching all of us like hawks, but damn near impossible when you know there’s cameras everywhere. I nearly got sick when I found the button cam in the bedroom, hidden in a vase. It stays for now, but if I find out Bruce has been watching the footage, I’m ripping out every one of his hair plugs and stuffing them down his throat.

Each of the doors that lead outside has someone manning it at all time. The windows are all barred. I can’t even get close to the garage where the family cars are kept without Monica or Bruce popping up and casually asking what I’m up to.

It’s probably hopeless. Maybe.

But the date with Donovan arrived and I was told to dress warm.

He met me at the garage, and damn the man can pull off a turtleneck. How is that fair. In every way the perfect man except for the whole ‘eating people’ thing. He smiled as he saw me walk in. “Paige, you’re looking nice,” He said.

“I try.” I smiled and let my hand brush his. Today I was well rested (praise the Trazodone gods) and today I could be charming, even if I had been avoiding him all week. “So, where are we going?”

“Surprise. I think you’ll appreciate that.”

I shrugged as he opened the car door. I scooted in first and he followed right behind me. “Before we go,” He took my hand in his, “I’m sorry.”

I raised an eyebrow before my chest clenched. “Oh crap, am I being eliminated this week?”

“No!” Donovan immediately cringed, as if he could feel Monica’s eyes glaring on him. “… Oh fuck it,” He mumbled before clearing his throat. “The hosts are going to chew me out because of spoilers, but maybe they’ll just edit this conversation out. No, you’re certainly not in danger this week. Probably not even the next week either. I find my time with you to be always enjoyable.”

“Am I flattered or…”

“I hope so?” Donovan managed a smile before clearing his throat. “No, I was apologizing about Shannon. I’d picked up something was wrong on our date, but I didn’t voice my concerns. I really liked her too, even if she didn’t share the same feelings. But I tried to flirt when you were clearly not in the mood the day after Shannon’s suicide, and you had every right to rebuff me.”

Huh. Not quite what I’d expected an apology for. “So you’re not going to apologize for what you do to those eliminated?” I asked.

“Unfortunately, that’s my life. I have to consume human hearts or I die. And I signed the damn contract without really thinking how this would affect the opinions of the other women of me.” Donovan tapped his head. “I don’t always think ahead.”

I sighed and leaned back in the seat. “I guess I understand that. Why sign the contract anyway though?”

Donovan chuckled and rested his arm over my shoulders. “Well, I do want to get married soon. And my mother has some connections to the crew behind this whole thing. So… do you have any guesses as to where we’re going?”

“Uhhh… Hiking?”

He laughed before gesturing to his feet. “Didn’t wear the shoes for it if we are,” He said.

“Ice fishing?”

“Now you’re just being ridiculous.”

I giggled, choosing to focus on the now rather than what was going to come.

For our date, Donovan picked ice skating. I hadn’t been since I was a kid, so my initial reaction of joy was real. But you remember the scene in Bambi, where the titular deer was sliding all over the ice? That was me in ice skates.

It wasn’t bad though. It was fun. Donovan was graceful, although I’m like eighty percent sure I caught a glimpse of him using his tail for balance. I never looked fast enough to catch him though, so I can’t be sure.

One of the times I nearly fell on my face he ended up catching me, I faceplanted into his chest as he helped steady me. My heart embarrassingly skipped a beat and I looked up. His face was a little flushed, but he was laughing.

He then leaned down and gave me a short kiss on the lips. I barely had time to react to it because of how short it was. I didn’t flinch or recoil, at least, I mostly just had to stand still for a moment and accept that yes, that happened. Donovan kissed me.

And I didn’t hate it.

I’m clearly crazy, right? That part of me is soft for this freak? He eats people for god’s sake. But when it’s just us, he’s… nice. A little funny. And maybe he’s sincere about wanting to get married, and maybe I’m still fucked up with how my last relationship went. I thought I was going to marry my ex too. I had everything planned out. Then he dumped me, and then my life had no plan whatsoever, and I was scared and maybe I still am because maybe I don’t need to plan past the next two weeks of my life. Donovan probably won’t feel bad about eating me if he has to, but I’d like to think he would feel bad.

Everyone else did okay on their dates too. Diana’s surprise date was a library. Her favorite place in the world. When they shared a kiss, I felt my chest clench. She was just so naturally charming. She didn’t once question him and his choices like I’m compelled to do. If she wins, I’ll understand. But if she wins, I’ll also die so. Fuck.

Tara and Donovan went to a rock climbing wall. Winner had to do whatever the loser wanted them to. Tara of course won, because she refuses to chill. All she wanted was a kiss. It must be uncomfortable as hell for whoever manning the cameras when there’s kissing going on, because they have to push right in on it. I mean, it’s not fun watching it live streamed either, but I’m off track.

Lastly, Taylor and Donovan went to paint pottery. Their date went awkwardly. It’s hard to shake off the whole ‘breaking contract’ thing even if Taylor did begin this week with a blank slate. And although I’m really bad at faking it, Taylor’s god awful. She’s a horrible liar, which is supposed to be a good thing. But in this case it’s not. There was no kiss that night. Taylor’s only dialogue with him was either bad jokes or curt, one word responses.

She knew today she was fucked. So she stopped trying.

Monica stood in front of us this morning, her smile positively predatory as she stared at us. “I hope you all had fun with Mr. Right this week. But unfortunately, someone always has to go. And this week, it’s… Taylor.”

Tara surprised all of us grabbed onto Taylor’s hand. “Maybe this week’s elimination can be to just let her fucking go. Please,” She said, her voice cracking. Tara’s the tough one. At first I thought it was a prearranged stunt set up by the two of them the night before. But I saw Taylor’s expression of shock.

This was all Tara. The one who always has to win. She’s not a monster though. She’s not Donovan.

Monica clicked her tongue, less than sympathetic. “Any last words, Taylor?” She asked.

Taylor closed her eyes, took a deep breath, before opening them. I saw fire behind those eyes as her lips curled into a snarl.

“Only that you can go straight to hell, Monica. You too, Bruce, you both are the scum of the earth. And Donovan, you can stop pretending that this is so hard for you. You’re a selfish twat and I hope you choke on that tail of yours. The only good thing about me going out this week is that my friends have another week to get the fuck out of this hellhole. So fuck you, Monica. Fuck you, Bruce. And fuck. You. Donovan.”

With that, Taylor slipped this pair of scissors out of her sleeve and charged at Donovan. His tail flicked out, ready to slice her open-

Only for what sounded like an explosion to go off in my ears. I screamed and ducked down before I even put together it was a gunshot. Taylor fell on the ground, gripping her bleeding side. She turned to glare at Bruce, who just lowered the gun with a smirk. “Oh, piss off,” She snarled before stumbling back up.

Before she could make another attempt on Donovan’s life, his tail flicked out and pierced her right in the center of the chest. I almost covered my eyes when Taylor looked at us.

I couldn’t look away then. I held her gaze until it clouded over and she went limp. Donovan tore her heart out and sighed, looking over at the hosts. “I had that under control, Bruce,” He said.

“Just making sure she didn’t hurt the star,” He said with a shrug.

I nearly snapped. Tara did. Her scream was so enraged she didn’t even sound human. She charged Bruce, ready to rip his freaking eyes out, but some of the crew managed to grab her in time and drag her from the room as she screamed she would fucking kill him the moment she had the chance.

I just made my way back to the room.

Well, almost did. I was yanked into a closet and for a second I thought maybe Donovan had changed his mind, that he was going to kill me.

“Shhh! It’s a dead zone! They can’t see us, but if you’re loud enough you’ll tip them off!”

I was released and spun around to see Camera Guy. Yeah, the one I saw behind the camera most. A scrawny pipsqueak of a guy with glasses too large for his face and wild orange hair, I’d never talked to him before.

“What do you want?” I asked.

“My name’s Joshua. I want to get you and your friends the fuck out of here.” He wiped the sweat off his forehead, his voice so quiet I could barely hear it. “I can’t do this anymore. I was just hired to set up all the other cameras, but apparently one of their other camera guys bailed so they hired me for the shoot. It wouldn’t surprise me if your Prince Charming ripped out his heart because he wanted a midnight snack. This just isn’t worth it. You’re all too nice for this to happen to you.”

“Why did it take so long for you to help us then?” I asked.

Joshua stared at the ground, clearly ashamed. “Cowardice. Maybe a little greed, I’m getting paid so much that I’ll never have to struggle again. But I can’t. I can’t anymore. Taylor was the last straw. She and Tara were really good friends and she didn’t deserve that. None of you. There’s three other dead spots in the mansion, I’ll tell you where they are. Tip your friends off, I’m getting you out before the next elimination.”

There’s a light at the end of this fucked up tunnel. I hope we can reach it.

Week Five

#my stories

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Beyond the Blood Tie - Chapter Nineteen.

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Previous Chapters - One  Two, Part One Part Two  Three  Four  Five  Six  Seven  Eight  Nine  Ten  Eleven  Twelve  Thirteen  Fourteen  Fifteen  Sixteen  Seventeen  Eighteen

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Warnings - 18+ content throughout. Minors DNI!

Angel's POV

"Being outlaw, it just made sense to me, you know? I wasn’t all that good in school, EZ was the golden child there, and I couldn’t ever live up to that, so I quit trying. My parents were gonna be disappointed in me no matter what. They still loved me, but I was nothing compared to him and his trajectory, until he fucked up, shot a cop and then did time for it, but I already explained all of that to you.  

“So, yeah. Being a criminal is where I excelled in life. Being a tattoo artist is a nice change of pace for my death. I don’t get nearly the same amount of female interest as I once did, though. Then again, a lot of people are still shit scared of vampires, so that explains it, I mean, not that I’d want it now that I have you, but shit, being an outlaw is a cert for getting you laid,” I explain to Edie as we lie in bed talking. This is the first time I've told anyone of my life after being made vampire, of course. It feels good to do so with her.

"Yeah, I know you were very popular with a lot of women. When we were blood tied before, I saw a lot of them through your memories," she tells me while I sit and curl a strand of her hair around my finger over and over.

"I was, I won't lie. Although I can wager a lot of them only wanted me because of what I did rather than who I actually was," I confess.

"I think it probably had a lot to do with the fact that you're gorgeous, too," she whispers, reaching up to stroke my cheek. She's lying here next to me resting her chin on my chest with her hands stroking me or finding mine on occasion. It feels more blissful than I could ever have let myself imagine.

"I agree, that too," I wink, laughing when she rolls her eyes, mouthing ‘show off’ at me.

"Well, you certainly made sure you'd look good for all eternity. This body, damn, dude.” She runs her finger down my bicep, tickling my armpit with her fingernail, before trailing over my chest, her hand coming to rest again. “God, you’re so fucking sexy!” she exclaims, hiding her face for a moment. “And you’re mine!”

“I am,” I confirm. “Not so bad looking yourself there, either. Believe me, trying to be good and complying with your wishes not to dive on you ain’t easy at all. The way you looked in that dress tonight, fucking hell! Damn, girl.” She giggles then, leaning in close and kissing me. “Gorgeous.” I kiss her again, Edie humming happily into my mouth as she strokes my beard.  

I got her back. I fucking got my girl back.  

"So, we've veered off course a little. What did you enjoy doing away from your life in the MC?" she then asks me.

"I liked to be artistic with pencils and paint, which shows in what I now do for a living. Mainly, though, it was hitting the gym, having lots of sex and drinking. I was an active human, but I also enjoyed a great deal of sitting on my ass watching movies and eating bad food," I tell her, watching her smile.

"That's like me. I feel great when I work out but I also feel great when I sit on the couch eating fried chicken and watching old television shows on the Historic Comedy Network, stuff like Golden Girls, Cheers and 3rd Rock from the Sun I particularly enjoy." She attempts to stifle a yawn but doesn’t quite manage it.

"I used to watch 3rd Rock with Coco before we joined the club, back when we only worked shitty assed part-time jobs," I reveal, suddenly feeling a little low for thinking of my late friend. If only Charles and Ursula had seen us sooner, seen him, too. I think he would have liked being a vampire.

"Does it feel really far away, when you lost him and the others? Or does that much time really not put distance between something as big as losing everyone you knew bar one person? Sorry if that's an insensitive question.”

"No, of course it isn't. You're right, time does put distance between then and now, obviously. It doesn't feel as bad to me as it did back then, when I was still human. Being vampire has numbed me to it all somewhat. They're all still in my memories though, where they'll remain forever," I reply, smiling and stroking her cheek when she yawns again. "We can resume talking tomorrow. You need to sleep, and the dawn is approaching anyway, so I'll be no use to you then either."

"That'd be nice. After everything tonight, I think I need my rest. I feel pretty mentally exhausted. Too much excitement," she says, moving up the bed a little more to kiss me.

"I'm looking forward to the fact when I open my eyes again, you'll be the first thing I see. Goodnight, beautiful," I tell her, kissing her head and wrapping her in my arms.

"Don’t get too excited, I look all feral first thing in the morning.” I can’t help but snort with laughter.

“No, you don’t! Be quiet, and go to sleep.” She gives me another kiss before resting her head down on my chest. I lie here and stare down at her for a few moments before shutting my eyes, sleep taking hold.  

When they open again many hours later, I find that Edie is still sleeping in exactly the same place she was when I fell asleep, and so as not to wake her, I hold my hand under her head and then quickly move myself out from underneath her, resting her head back down again before dressing and doing my hair. I need to go and feed before I clean my teeth. Yes, quite a few of us vampires brush our teeth. We'd smell like a butcher's shop if we didn't. After quickly heading out to procure a feed from a regular dinner donor of mine, I head back home and find I have someone waiting for me in the hallway, her arms folded as stares at me with a look of slight confusion.

"Why is Edie upstairs asleep in your bed?" Ursula questions me immediately.

"I decided the pain of being without her would be greater than the pain of her binding me in silver so we can have the relationship we want with each other," I confess simply, watching her face as she slowly begins to smile. "I thought that would be a truer test of my vampirism, to go through pain in order to get what I want than go through pain and still have nothing." I then add, as my creator begins to nod heartily, and then moves to hug me.

"I'm so pleased for you, and so very proud, too. It shows how much you love her very clearly, to be willing to go through such pain in order to sustain a sexual relationship with her. Yes, you are correct. It is a greater test for you to go through," she confirms in agreement, kissing my cheek.

"There's something I wanted to discuss with you about it, a small theory I had, but one that I'm not so sure on," I then ask, knowing Ursula will be more than willing to help with my thoughts. If you couldn't tell by now, she very much likes discussion.

"To the kitchen, let us sit.” Five seconds later and I'm sitting down opposite her while she listens intently to my theory.

"I've been wondering for a time, since I first began to develop feelings for Edie that maybe my problem was only ever a problem with all those other girls because I didn't care one iota about them. I'm challenging the notion that I'll do the exact same thing to Edie at the point of blowing my load, because I actually do love her. I know I have no conscious control over what I do when I reach that point, but what if something within that unconsciousness could prevent me from doing it to Edie, like a stop switch being flicked in my brain, and giving me the message not to? Sorry, I know I didn't articulate that as well as I probably could have," I explain, shaking my head.

"No, my precious one, I understand your point completely. To be perfectly honest with you, I have been quietly wondering the exact same thing. I discussed it with Charles recently, but I didn't want to say anything to you and give you any false hope. I think for certain the first time you and Edie have sex you need to be chained down, but then when you reach the point of no return, as it were, try to gauge how you feel. If you feel exactly the same, that murderous feeling that overcomes you one minute only to come round from it and not remember the moment fully, then you'll know Edie sadly isn't an exception. If you feel anything different to that, well that is what will tell you whether you can trust yourself to remove the restrains the next time you both try," she explains to me, while I sit and nod.

"What you've said makes perfect sense. Thanks, Ursula. I really do appreciate it since, it's something I'm looking forward to, but yet dreading in equal measures. I know I can't hurt her when bound in silver, but..." I trail off, trying to find the words to convey how it makes me feel.

"You still don't want to feel anything less than loving and attentive to her while you're having sex with her. You don't even want to feel that urge to kill her, despite being bound because she's the woman you love, and you only want to look at her though loving eyes, not ones that wish to harm her, no matter how much that isn't what you truly want," she offers, hitting the nail right on the head.

"Exactly that.” I love the way she can try and guess what I want to convey and then articulate it so perfectly for me.

"Well, I suppose you'll want to be getting back to her, let me keep you no more," Ursula stands from the table, and with that I zoom out of my seat and back up to my room where I find Edie awake and tapping out a text on her phone at the window, where she's smoking.

"Good morning, even though it's evening," she tells me with a big smile.

"Sentiment returned. How long have you been awake for?" I ask, moving to her side and then picking her up while I sit on the end of the couch, putting her down on my lap.

"Only about fifteen minutes, and I don't quite feel fully awake yet either. I need to go and out and search for coffee, oh and food," she replies, her stomach growling at her right on cue.

"The coffee I can help with, as that's something we have in the house, but food I can't, sadly. I'll take you to get something to eat though, if you like?" I offer, stroking her hair and kissing her head.

"I forgot about that, that you have tea and coffee here. Of course, you made me a tea last night. Also thank you for the offer of taking me to get food, but won't the smell be massively off putting to you?”  I like that, how she's mindful over my own likes and dislikes in the face of her own needs.

"Get something to take out and eat it back at yours, at least then I won't be bombarded by the aromas of several different dishes all at once. Is that okay with you?" I have to meet her halfway, here. She’s human; they need food, obviously. My nose and I will have to deal with it.  

"That's absolutely fine.” After she's finished her cigarette and gone to get dressed, and I've brushed my teeth, we leave, heading to fetch her something to eat. After she's chosen a tofu stir fry with noodles and green beans (she's not vegetarian, she just likes the stuff) we head back to her place, Edie changing into a pair of beaten-up old jeans and a cropped vest before coming back out to eat. I try not to look too repulsed by the food smell, but god, it’s so bad.

"How bad is it, the smell of food to you? What could you liken it to for me to understand what it's like for you to smell it?" she asks me, twirling noodles around her fork.

"Imagine sitting next to a corpse that's beginning to rot, or putrid garbage without feeling ill. That's what it's like for us being around food. It's marginally better at the moment because you aren't eating meat, that's one thing that is truly repellent to us, the smell of dead flesh being cooked," I explain for her, watching her pull a slightly sour face.

"I'm sorry, I'll go finish this outside.” She makes a start to leave, but I halt her.  

"No, no, I ain’t gonna stop you from eating in your own home. I’ll just have to deal with it. Either that or go occupy myself. What were those jobs you said you needed to get done while we were waiting for your food?" She stops chewing immediately.  

"I can't ask you to do my chores for me, Angel," she states, with a little frown.

"You're not asking, I'm offering. It'll take me minutes anyway, and then means once you've eaten, we can go back to enjoying that nice discussion we were having before we went to sleep last night. So, what needs to be done?"  

"Well, if you insist. I needed to rake the leaves out of the lawn, which I was going to leave until morning, I have to do my dark wash and clean the bathroom, and also vacuum and dust in the lounge," she replies. "I feel bad though, are you sure you don't mind?" she then adds, poking out her bottom lip in an adorably cute way.

"I wouldn't have offered if I minded. Now, point me in the direction of everything I need to do those aforementioned chores and I’ll get to it.” After she's pointed at the cupboards that contain everything I need, I leave her to her smelly food and begin the tasks I appointed myself to do. Combined, they'd take Edie about an hour I should imagine, but with me on the case I'm all finished by the time she's eaten and washed her plate, all ready to recommence the getting to know you chatter I so enjoyed with her last night.

Edie's POV

"Even in the dark I can tell you did a better job than me at leaf raking, damn that's tidy, and my lounge looks great. Thank you, wonderful boyfriend," I tell Angel, kissing his cheek, noticing him suddenly frown, but beam at the same time. "What? Sorry was my use of the word boyfriend too soon?" I then ask, worried I've been a little hasty.

"No, it’s fine, because we are together now after all, so that’s what I am. It was just strange and nice at the same time to hear me being referred to as that, as someone's boyfriend, when I haven't been one to anyone in a hundred years," he replies, wrapping me in his arms tightly and kissing me again. I know I was only telling Katya recently that I didn't want a relationship at the moment, but if I'm honest, it wasn't really true. I didn't want one with anyone else other than the vampire at my side.  

"In turn, I haven't had a boyfriend in a long time, ten years to be precise. I know that's not a long time by your standards, but it is to me," I state, moving out of his embrace to go and sit on the couch, with him following me.

"So, who was he then, tell me about him," he asks.

"His name was Joey, and I met him when I'd just begun my training to become a punisher. He was a little put off by it at first, my career choice, but he got his head around it in the end. Or so I thought. You know how some people think where us punishers are concerned," I explain, watching him nod immediately.

"Yes, I do know of the various stereotypes punishers are often subjected to," he interjects with. Common belief is that we're all violent meat heads with no brains and all brawn, and that just because of our job, they think we'll beat down people at the drop of a hat outside of work, too. They don't use their brains and actually look up our jobs at all, and a whole host of information about the punishment enforcement vocation can be readily found online. If they did look, they'd see that public brawling is something we can be disciplined over and punished for ourselves, just as much as the next person.

"Well, Joey was much the same until he saw that underneath the hard exterior and the fact I was training to do such a barbaric job really didn't stop me being a nice and good person. I explained it was doing this that would keep me on the straight and narrow and I was right. He only stuck around for a year though, until he told me that my job was what caused our demise. That wasn't fully true, he was one of these men who listened to his mother too much, and she gave him a lot of shit for being in a relationship with me. Apparently, I brought shame to the family, so I had to go in his mind. That was okay though, because his best friend Ed had begun giving me the attention Joey was failing to by the time we broke up. I didn't cheat on him or anything, but four hours after he finished with me, I was in bed with Ed," I confess, making Angel laugh.

"You don't waste your time, do you?" he exclaims through his laughter.

"No, I absolutely don't. Nothing really came of me and Ed sleeping together, though. We had casual sex for about a year until I started seeing a girl called Debbie, and then she turned out to be a crazy whack job. She's the one who did this, so I beat her ass and told her never, ever to come near me again," I say while gesturing to the scars on my chest. "She was drunk and attacked me with a broken bottle because she was convinced that I'd been stealing from her. In return, I broke her nose and about three of her fingers before I threw her out of my apartment and never saw her again." I then add, while Angel trails his fingers over the marks left there. Of course, he's noticed them before back when he was a detainee and I was his punisher. How things have changed in the space of four months.

"You also don't take any crap from people either. This makes me wonder why you entertained the shit Katya was giving you even for a moment," he ponders, while I move to rest my head on his lap, stretching my legs out along the couch.

"I was trying to take my mind off you, but even if it hadn't been you who I was looking at up on the balcony before it all kicked off, and even if what followed hadn't happened, I'd have still kicked her to the curb for being possessive when we weren't even in a relationship. I made that very clear as well. Thankfully, I don't have that to worry about any longer," I tell him, reaching up to stroke his cheek.

"Oh, I can be possessive, but I'm not jealous and I'll always trust you, unlike Katya, who didn't. I just won't trust anyone else who might be checking you out. I don't like sharing my toys, and I know there will be plenty of vampires out there who'll expect me to share you with them. I know I said to you I didn't believe in monogamy, but I also said that was unless I met someone who was worthy of it, you're definitely worthy of it," he says, leaning down to kiss my forehead.

"In turn I also believe in being faithful to someone who makes me want just that, them and only them, and you do. I also get the feeling you're mature enough to understand that looking is just looking, it doesn't mean I'm about to go off and cheat," I explain, something that Katya seemed to have firmly stuck in her mind. I pity the next poor soul who she gets her possessive claws into.

"Of course, I am a hundred and thirty-six years old, after all. If I'm not mature enough to realise that at the age I am now, then I never will be!" he exclaims, laughing a little.

"Have you ever had to deal with a jealous girl throwing accusations at you?" I ask.

"I had plenty of them, but they were all justified. As a human, I wasn't as well behaved as you. The lines of me finishing with one woman and taking up with another were always a little blurred. I was a man whore, basically. When I met Luisa, I was actually seeing someone else, and had been for a while, but to be honest I wasn't faithful to her at all. I was to Luisa, though. I never cheated on her in the two years we were together. Mainly because she’d have probably killed me for it. All the rest, well I was bad. Very bad.” At least he has the grace to look a little ashamed.

"So, I'm not only the first woman you're in a relationship with as a vampire, but only the second you've ever been concerned about being faithful to. I can't help but feel a little proud of that,” I smile, stroking his chest. Hmm, all this talk of relationships and faithfulness has my mind turning to many sexual thoughts. I'm going to make him wait, though. He's not getting into my underwear that easily. Suddenly, he begins to smile at me, and in a way that shows he's cottoned on to what I'm thinking. "You're still not getting any.”  

"Are you really sure about that?" He teases, running a finger down the centre of my body from the middle of my ribcage, slowly down to my belly button while leaning down to kiss my stomach. Just that one slow movement of his finger across my skin made my insides feel like they're melting.

"Positive," I reply with a wink before sitting up to kiss him. That kiss though, well it does nothing to calm either of us down again, with me moving to sit astride him as our kiss deepens, his hands pressing to the base of my back and running up slowly and deliciously. Damnit, I could tear his clothes off right now, but no. He will wait. He will.

Moving his mouth to my neck, he hums a soft groan. "Are completely, positively and totally sure?" I nod in confirmation, bringing my mouth back to his. “There is one way... that we could enjoy ourselves... without actually... having sex.” he offers, his words punctuated with further kisses to my neck.

"What did you have in mind?"  

"Why don't I just show you, and then if you don't like it, feel free to stop me?" I guess there's nothing wrong with that, but it all depends on what his intentions are. I suppose I only have one way to find out.

"Alright.” He moves, seating me on the couch, placing himself before me, kneeling on the floor, running his hands down my legs, before starting to undo my jeans, pulling them off. His mouth then begins to travel in slow, sumptuous tease up my inner thigh, my nerves bouncing as I become engulfed in anticipation.  

His lips are cool, but the kisses blaze hot, his thumbs hooking beneath my undies and removing those as well. A little growl of want echoes his throat, seeing me so intimately for the first time, spreading my thighs, his pupils becoming dilated, his mouth moving to spread the same magmatic kisses down my other thigh, his cool breath fluttering over my skin, the excitement of the moment making his body respond as he begins to breathe again, as vampires often do in such circumstances.

His beard feels soft and tickly against my skin, his mouth nearing the junction of my thighs, keeping me teetering in anticipation for a few moments, before his lips press a kiss to my pubic mound, once, twice, lowering, the cool wet of his tongue skimming a lick at my folds. My hips jolt, Angel rumbling a quiet chuckle, doing it again, before he dives right in, his tongue pressing to me, gilding me in a long, slow, flat lick.  

My mouth drops open upon a soft moan, his repetition causing me to hold my breath, my cunt beginning to tingle with arousal, his tongue swirling at my opening until I remember to breathe, panting, my eyes closing as I moan again, feeling myself becoming dewy. A long swipe brings the very tip of his tongue right to where I’m craving it, nudging at my clit before flicking softly over it, stopping to suck, his cheeks hollowing, his hands wrapping around my thighs and softly gripping as I rest my feet upon his broad back.  

My mouth is literally hanging open, hardly able to believe he's only just started going down on me and it feels this good already. Running my hands through his silky hair, I begin moaning loudly, unashamedly, each ministration of his mouth making my body shiver and shake. He's damned thorough with his tongue, making sure it slithers across every single millimetre of hot, pink flesh. Oh my god, he’s got me so fucking wet!

He emerges, looking very pleased with himself. “So,” he begins, leaning to kiss me. “Want me to stop?”

"No!” I cry breathlessly.

"I didn't think you would," he chuckles, obviously very confident in his capabilities. He really has no reason not to be either.

"Not when you've made me this wet," I purr, rubbing my fingers between my legs and then sliding two into his mouth. “Ouch!” I exclaim, when after his fangs have shot, one grazing my knuckle.

"Sorry, don’t worry, I’ll keep ‘em away from right here," he says, making them recede back up into his gums again while his thumb strokes over my clit, kissing me once more on the mouth before his travels back down my body and continues to give me the most remarkably potent pleasure I've ever felt. Oh my fucking god, he’s so good!

I don't think it can get much better, until he demonstrates just how fast he can use his tongue, resuming the soft beat he flicks at my clit with, sucking on it, continuing licking, going faster... and faster... oh my life, how is he real... and faster... and, oh... faster. Imagine if a vibrator was made of soft, wet flesh instead of hard plastic or silicone. That’s how fucking fast I’m talking. Jesus. Fucking. Christ.  

He has me wailing in bliss as I shake against his mouth, my thighs brushing his face, absolutely drowning in utter bliss. To my pleasant and almost disbelieving surprise, the pleasure I'm having bestowed on me by such a talented vampire only intensifies, his tongue working more thoroughly and quickly with every movement as I feel him sliding two fingers inside me, sating my desire to be internally gratified with something.  

My mind actually begins to wander, pondering if I have anything silver in the house (most of my jewellery is gold apart from a few pairs of earrings and some bracelets) because I want him so desperately right now. My mind jolts back out of my thoughts over necessary sexual restraints when I feel his fingers push firmly and precisely within me, and cause me to literally howl with the tingles that erupt from such touch. That wasn’t even on my g spot, that was somewhere else entirely, and... how does he know?!  

"Oh...oh fuck! Oh!" I moan breathlessly, my voice pinched and high with the pleasure radiating through me forcefully, my legs shaking uncontrollably as I can feel an orgasm beginning to build rapidly. My nails dig into the back of his neck and my mouth opens to let a hollering yell out when I cum quick and hard. “Oh my fucking god, Angel! How are you that good?”

He grins at me, kissing my slit. “I’ve had lots of practice,” he begins, moving those kisses to the side of my thigh, his fingers still trawling my tender walls, but gently. “And if you think I don’t know where every single last nerve ending in a pussy is at a hundred and thirty-six years old, well, you’re kidding yourself.”  

“Yeah! You pressed against places not even I knew about!” I cry, making him laugh.  

“I’ll show you a few more, too. Like here.”

Immediately, my hips jump.

“And here.”

“Oh my god!”

“And...” His fingertips circle around, my body convulsing when he presses. “Here?”

“Yes, right there!”

He hums a chuckle, tongue skating over my clit again. Wait... he’s not finished? With that newly discovered spot right up deep inside me stroked by crooked fingers, his tongue continues to lay licks over my sensitive little bud, softly at first, before he increases the pressure and speed, having me crying out again in no time. This time, when it hits me, he wraps my clit in the wetness of his lips, sucking my release from me as I undulate against his face, his groans sending trembles through me, my pussy absolutely soaking.  

“I feel like Spiderman, look at that shit!” he exclaims, pulling his fingers from me, a sparkling stream of wetness still connecting us. “When’s it gonna break?” he muses, moving his hand slowly, laughing before finally, it snaps. “Ping!” he announces, sucking the thick coating of my wetness from his fingers, while I laugh in hysterics.  

“I think I need a very big drink after that, geez!” I pant, Angel shaking his head.  

“You’re under the assumption I’m finished. I’m not.”  

What?

He laughs, reaching to close my open mouth. “I’ll be down here a while yet.” And he is, to the tune of me reaching swelteringly intense orgasms a total of five times, until I physically have to pull his head back up from between my legs again.

"You're too good at that, seriously!" I exclaim, kissing him.

He grins against my lips. "Just wait until I fuck you." We fall into heated kisses, his body pressed between my legs as he leans against me, his cock like iron at my hip. “Give me a minute, I just gotta... yeah.” He vanishes in an instant, the bathroom door closing behind him, while I stand on shaky legs, grabbing a handful of tissues to dry off my crotch, which is akin to Niagra fucking falls right now.  

Turning back to the couch, I giggle a little embarrassedly at the small damp patch I’ve left behind, wondering why he’s shot into the bathroom, until I physically feel it. I can feel his arousal pouring out of him in waves through our blood tie, and I work out that what he's just done to me has obviously excited him to a level beyond his comfort, so he's had to go relieve himself. I go and dispose of the tissues in the kitchen, meeting him on his way back from the bathroom.

"Better now?" I inquire.

"Yeah. Too much pent-up frustration, and it needed an immediate outlet, so I chose my hand," he replies, putting his arms around me and kissing the top of my head while I laugh. After our little sexual interlude, we spend the rest of the evening just lying on the couch talking in each other's arms, not moving until dawn is almost upon us, forcing him to leave.

"I'll call you at about 1am tomorrow when I'm finished at work. You'll be on a break around then, won't you?" he asks, standing in my arms, kissing me on the doorstep. I don’t want him to leave! I’m not gonna be that chick, though, the needy one who can’t cope being away from her boyfriend.

"Yeah, I should be, our break times aren't set in stone though, so if I don't answer I'll call you back when I can talk," I reply, rubbing my nose against the end of his and watching him smile.

"Okay. Goodnight, my beautiful woman, I love you.”

"Goodnight, gorgeous. Sleep well." I coo softly, kissing him again before he turns and leaves. Shutting the front door, I lean back against it, actually sliding down until I'm sitting on the floor, squeaking with joy while frantically flapping my hands around excitedly. He's gorgeous, he loves me, he's attentive, he's romantic and god damnit, his tongue moves faster than your average tornado. After being in a relationship for only twenty-four hours with my vampire, I cannot remember a time I was happier romantically than I am now.  

That's always the way when you get with someone you really, really like, isn't it?

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[lunarifie]

Rewatching Ninjago

(With no context other than the episode)

Day of the Departed

Im gonna be fr I didnt even know wtf Day of the departed was until i watched the first episode of Hands of Time and was like

“COLES HUMAN AGAIN?!?!???!?”

Did some googling, and bc i dont have Tubi or Amazon, im being forced to use an illegal pirating site 😔

Hdjsbfjdirbr

jk lol

idgaf

I use wcofun.net for cartoons and shit if anyone wants to know where to watch it

I feel like ive seen this movie before…

Was day of the departed on netflix for a while????

Lloyd: I dont get why you get have the Sonic Radar Jet 😒

Jay: Uh, Duh, bc I called dibs 🙄

Bfjsnfjdnsn

Jay: Right Cole?

Jay:… Cole?

Cole: (freaking out and unable to control his car)

Damn, they did rlly good with that beginning. Making it seem lighthearted and then subtly panning to Cole who’s panicking bc he cant get ahold of his car

Awww so day of the departed is like a mix of Halloween and dia de los muertos

Museum exhibit guy: Its spooky time! BOOGLY BOOGLY!

!?!?????!?! im sorry 😭?

That was just so random

…

Why cant they see Cole.

I dont like this WHY CANT THEY SEE COLE.

They dont realize Coles not with them :(

How is that even possible

Were their memories wiped????

Like what?????

Lloyd and misako lit a lantern for Garmadon 🥺

Kai and Nya for their parents 🥹

ZANE MADE AN ICE STATUE FOR HIS DAD?!?!?

Im am just NOW realizing how many people who are close to the ninja have died

“stay close with the people we are still fortunate to have”: (pans to Jay having the best time with his loving parents)

Except Jay. Jay hasn’t had the trauma of someone permanently die on him.

Okay so everyone forgot about Cole except his father. How does that even work.

Coles dad and his singing group are actually pretty good-

Dareth: Kids… always disappoint you. Thats why I dont have any! And because Gayle keeps turning down my marriage proposals….

HFHDJFBJDBF

its canon that Jay and Dareth both know how to do makeup. Dareth and Jay ALSO both have a similar sense of showmanship.

Which means Jay and Dareth are uncle and nephew besties who bond over their shared interests of performances.

Its canon bc i said so.

RONIN?!?? What are you doing here 💀

Honestly, I was gonna be like “Cole. Dude. Chill.” But if I was a ghost I would also go batshit murder crazy if I caught eye of the person who TURNED me into a ghost

….

Why is Yangs temple floating.

1. Didnt it fall from the sky and back to the ground after Nadakhans power was weakened?

2. THE SKYBOUND TIMELINE WAS ERASED. Shouldnt it be BACK WHERE IT WAS.

Why were the villains souls in a vase in Yangs temple

I cant get over the fact that these villains souls just possessed these plastic statues of themselves.

Like, my guys, you don’t have organs.

MORROS BACK BABY

Cant believe these goofy ass goons traumatized the ninja in some shape or form

The departed realm…

Okay. So the cursed realm DIED right, it no longer exists. So did the departed realm replace it?

Pythor?!??!?!

Pythor:… chen…

Chen: Pythor. 🙄💅

Lmaaoo Chen and Pythor having beef is hilarious

JFNDJFNDJDNJFNS The two villains fighting over who gets to kill Zane 😭😭😭

Nindroid: Hes MY clone!

Pythor: technically your his clone

Chen: The blacksmit brats are mine

Pythor: How come you get two?!?!?!

Yangs painting looks so silly being animated 💀

What does Chen have against nya?

Oh wait is it because she disguised herself as one of his lady clowns?

Morro. My man. Didnt you like, redeem yourself by giving Wu the crystal instead of letting him save you? I mean yeah it was a shitty redemption but shouldn’t you be a little nicer?????

Its funny how none of the villains have deep beef with Jay. Theyre like, “uhhhhh, theres one ninja and two of us, lets rock papers scissors for him?”

Wait none of the villains called Cole either-

Is Cole THAT forgettable 😭

Okay headcannon time: Cole never liked fame which is kind of shown after Zanes death. He doesnt like to be recognized. I headcannon that as the ninja got famous and Jay + Nyas relationship became wide spread news, everyone just, FORGOT about Cole. Like no one gave a fuck about him, and thats kinda his own fault too by not going to interviews or putting him out there other than to do his job. He probably just went invisible anytime the paparazzi came close.

Cant believe they remembered Dareth and not COLE.

Yangs backstory lets gooooo

Yang: ah yes, time to conjure this spell of immortality with the ancient precious Yin weapon. (Starts viciously swinging it like hes attacking invisible demons)

Cole: my friends will come for me!

Dude your friends forgot about you. Im genuinely sorry but i dont think theyre coming ☹️

That feeling when you have to fight your girlfriends abusive dad whos supposed to be dead

that ones for the Kai x Skylor shippers AND the Nya x Skylor shippers

NO. YOU MOTHER FUCKERS. THEY DESTROYED THE STATUE ZANE MADE FOR HIS DAD

Nindroid: Oh Im sorry! Did I hurt your dad? Or should I say OUR dad?

Fuck you.

I hate when Ed and Edna get attacked they dont deserve this :(

Why cant pythor just leave Lloyd the fuck alone 😭😭😭

Wu: the eclipse is an omen, but is it one of good? Or bad?

Morro (sneaking up behind him and whispering): Bad. Very bad…

Cole: Why did I use the Yin blade and release the ghosts!

Yang: Well, you were scared you were departing, so I used your fragile mental state- oh wait, you weren’t asking literally were you.

Why do the ninja never use their powers when they need to.

Why are there so many plot-holes in this movie.

Cole: So I uh, didn’t get your name!

Yangs student:…

Cole: Okay, lets call you Chuck. Chuck! Ik you think your yangs student, but you can help me and we can escape together!!!

Yangs student:…

Cole: Okay… no pressure! But you have 3 seconds to decide.

Cole: 1… 2…. 3. (Knocks them tf out)

Cole: Guess im doing this solo.

Jfndjfndjdnt coles great I love him sm

FINALLY SOMEONE USES THEIR ELEMENTAL POWERS.

Good job Jay for actually having some sense for once

Jay: what do you want with my parents!

Skeleton samukai: its not your parents I want! Its you!

Jay: 😶

Im in love with the person who animated Jay in this scene. Having Jay hop back and forth between his two feet like hes ready to fight and then having him fumble with his nunchucks is just, 👌

Thank you for your service random animator.

Why is Coles dads singing group holding replicas of Garmadons evil helmet 💀

COLE JUST STOPPED A SWORD WITH HIS FUCKING THIGHS.

WTF

Morro: No you dont understand! Im not here to fight you. Im here to warn you….

Ohhhh so this is Morros true redemption

Hes gonna die again isnt he…

Okay, so Yang did make all of them forget Cole.

Cole (fighting all of Yangs students): You guys are more tiresome than Jay!

HFNSJBFNSN

Why do the ninja always bash Jay just out of nowhere 😭

Skeleton samukai: If its worth anything. This isnt personal.

Jay: It kinda feels like it is 😀

RONIN?!?

Ronin: yeah… I came to help… definitely didnt think your parents would be at the concert so I could steal some free scrap metal….

Dude. My man. You could quite literally just ASK. Ed and Edna are so nice theyd probably give you free scrap metal and some tea while theyre at it.

I forgot Pixal was still in Zanes brain-

Uncharacteristically, Lloyds fight with Pythor is the most boring fight in this movie.

NOOOOOW THEY ALL USE THEIR ELEMENTAL POWERS.

Pythor: No… just time for a spectacular exit! (Falls of the cliff and crashes through the fucking floor)

Ronin: Happy day of the departed guys! And uh, thanks for the scraps…

Ed: All you had to do was ask 😌

SEE.

Museum guy: My museum!!! What have you done!!!!

Dareth (holding the helmet that controls the stone warriors): Hehe! sorry…

Cole (after knocking out Yangs student, absolutely exhausted, and sounding legitimately sorry and pained): Dont make me hurt you too… ☹️

Last of yangs students: …. (Skedadles)

Morro: Yang tricked Cole into opening a rift to return to ninjago…

Jay: Coooole! Howd he trick you!

Zane: Jay, Cole isnt here 🤨

Jay: Are you sure? Hes been fading a lot lately. Hes easy to miss.

The ninja: WE FORGOT COLE!!!?!!

Yeah. Dipshits. Now its time to save him. AND APOLOGIZE.

Morro returned his plastic statue body to the museum 🥺

He finished what he sought out to do 🥲

Yang: What are you even fighting for. Your friends have abandoned you! You are all alone.

Damn.

Cole probably has abandonment issues doesn’t he…

His mom, then his friends…

Im getting all emotional I need some good Cole hurt/comfort fanfic recs right this instant😭

HES FADING NO

STOP HIS SIGH SOUNDED SO WEAK AND DEFEATED

COOOLE 😭😭😭

COLES LAVA HAND POWERS HELL YEAH!!!!

Yangs pupils actually look so cool. I wanna draw them.

His pupils are alive again 🥹

Yang: My students, are leaving me… I … failed….

Cole: Yeah. Ya did.

Yang: I always fail…

Cole: Yeah, Ya- wait what?

Cole: (having an emotional talk with Yang about how he’ll never be forgotten and that he knows how it feels to be independent and alone.)

Jay: COLE. WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK ARE YOU DOING THE RIFT IS CLOSING GODDAMMIT.

The curse stating that someone has to stay behind and be the ghost of the temple is so stupid.

Au where Morro snuck into the rift and became human again.

God that would have been such a good excuse to have him back as a permanent character

I hate that they didnt do that

Lloyd: Wheres Cole!?!? Did he make it?

Jay: Oh no…

Jay: Its too late. He’s gone forever.

Jay: Id give anything to have him back… (Wipes a tear away)

Cole: Anything?…

Jay (with his eyes closed): Anything.

Cole (jumping out from behind a rock): Even the Sonic Radar Jet? :D

Everyone: COLE!!!!

I love them sm

THEY DID A TIMESKIP!!!

Cole: So was I right or was I right!

Jay: Goddammit Cole are you gonna tell this story every Day of the Departed 🙄

That was a sweet note to leave it on :)

Headcannon that Cole goes to visit Yang and his temple all the time

My only complaint is Morro not slipping through the rift and becoming human again.

#ninjago #lego ninjago #Rewatching Ninjago #day of the departed

[quietwingsinthesky]

Question: cringe culture is 100% dead, but I'm curious what you'd pick as your most embarrassing fandom, past or present? I know some people consider supernatural to be a guilty pleasure but honestly there's some other fandoms that I'm way more embarrassed to still like

Generally, I’m not really embarrassed about any of the stuff I’ve been into. If I liked it, clearly it brought me joy at the time and that’s what matters. You know, how would I be the person I am today if I didn’t play Undertale or even if I didn’t read every creepypasta I could get my hands on as a kid? That plus my memory problems means no cringe for me lol. But I guess I could talk about a few.

MLP was back when the show was still airing — I want to say 3rd or 4th season? — and I just dove into the fandom because ‘woah guys did you know that people write stories about the ponies? That there are infinite amount of stories to read?’ Which, you know, ups and downs, you got your Keepers of Discord but you’ve also got your Cupcakes. (Though, to be honest, the fact that I had a reading of Cupcakes bookmarked on my computer to listen to to help me fall asleep? probably explains uhm. Some Stuff About Me.) Honestly, wouldn’t trade my time with MLP for anything, and I still love the show and a lot of fanworks dearly. I rewatch Lullaby for a Princess every few weeks, I reread Something Sweet To Bite every Halloween, and when I can’t sleep, I still find myself going to ObabScribbler or TheLostNarrator’s YouTube channels to find fic readings to calm my brain down.

Dream SMP is… more complicated. Obviously, if you know anything about it, you know all the shit that came out. I won’t get into that here because that’s not really a part of my experience? Just sort of a gross thing that overshadows it all, even though I was out of the fandom before any of that stuff was known. I actually got into it to bond with my little sister, she loved that stuff, and damn it all, but I got unironically sucked in by just the fantastic work that came out of a fandom surrounding a minecraft roleplay server lol. They aren’t wrong about the art that got made for those YouTubers, it’s all stunningly good. And it’s how I found Sad-ist’s animations on YouTube. Still subscribed to them, their work is always beautiful to watch, the old Dream SMP stuff and the new stuff. And I liked bonding with my sister over the bonkers minecraft lore. The end of that hyperfixation was when Technoblade died. Got too real, all of a sudden, too close to home, and I peaced out hard. It was good, though, while I was there. I liked having something to talk to my sister about.

Uhhhh okay out of that downer ending let’s talk about Sherlock. Yes hi hello original superwholock-er here, despite only seeing the first two seasons of doctor who but IT COUNTS. I can’t even be mad at past me for liking Sherlock because I probably wouldn’t be as close to my friends as I am if we hadn’t all been watching s3-4 live. And dunking hard on s4. I was never a johnlock conspiracy person, so that helps. There was the time my friend read us outloud some Johnlock mpreg ass birth fanfic in math class. That was… an experience. I give this a “I can’t plug my phone in without being haunted by his voice”/10

And finally, back to serious town, Harry Potter. I don’t even have anything good to say here, really. The whole “mourning something important to my childhood” phase is long over, the damage continues to be done, and. And nothing. I just don’t want to see it anymore. It’s not shame or cringe, I guess, it’s more like… disappointment. Not at myself, because fuck it, dude, I was a kid, I knew everything there was to know about the books, I waited for the mail when I turned eleven, I wrote “Hogwarts is my Home” on the inside of my closet like a ward to keep me safe. The first thing I ever read about being trans was a damn Harry Potter fic, one of the first podfics I ever made, too, though I was too chicken to post it. So what’s left except disappointment, even the anger long gone because it just keeps happening. I just don’t want to see it anymore.

Anyway, uhhhhm. Hope that suffices as an answer lol, I rambled on way too long.

#sorry wow lol you asked for one I gave you four #I am bad at being concise sorry #anyway if you want me to say which one is most embarrassing — it’s Sherlock. that’s the only one I’m a little embarrassed about. #ask #mlp #dream smp #harry potter #sherlock #< in case anyone has those blocked o7

[sneepity-snoop-snorpity-sneep]

i want spinner to get the quirks eating his brain matter removed and get medical attention, i want the 1A kids to not have to fight a war, I want kurogiri to get his memory/freedom back, I want shigaraki to be freed from AFO, i want dabi to get healed, i want miruko to NOT LOSE ANY MORE LIMBS she already lost TWO and part of her ear, i want toga to get therapy and quirk counseling, i want magne and twice to be alive, I want AFO dead, i want the todoroki family to be a family again*, i want the PLF and league to stop trying to trigger anarchy-armageddon, i want all the younger characters who had to shoulder so much shit to get hugs and have their elders shoulder it for them, i want eri to grow up happy, i want someone to tell izuku he isn’t responsible for solving every problem and him wanting to help who he can is enough, i want bakugou to survive and grow as a person, i want to see acknowledgement and reparations for how heteromorphs are treated, i want uraraka and toga to reach an  understanding of one another, i want the heroes to decide to break down their corrupt instutions, i want society to stop using ‘villain’ as an actual legal term, i want all might to live to see a society where people don’t need a symbol to be hopeful, i want stain to see a psychiatrist, i want aoyama to get compassion and help, i want hawks and lady nagant to live and testify against the hero commission and stand trial for what they need to be held accountable for, i want someone to science a way to fix the noumus and let them be people again, i want any and all trials hypothetically held after the war to not just be emotion-fueled spectacles to satisfy the public’s want for punishment but actually FAIR trials that examine all the factors in each case, i want the story to subvert the ‘redemption by death’ for all applicable characters, i want amajiki to grow and become more confident with himself, i want hagakure and yaomomo to get an ACTUALLY-FUNCTIONAL HERO UNIFORMS, i want midnight to be alive, i want tartarus to be closed, i want the hero industry to stop using a ranking system, i want the hero industry to add ‘social service heroes’ as a branch of hero work, i want mha’s society to teach history better and put the due responsibility back on its citizens to hold it up, i want inko midoriya and rei todoroki to be friends, i want shinsou and monoma to become a great heros, i want izuku to become a great hero and talk about his life pre-One For All and advocate for change, i want hatsume mei to become a great support-item inventor with melissa shield, i want the hero students to get a official government apology for being unofficially drafted, i want the villains to get an official apology for being let down when they were innocents*, i want tsukauchi all might and nedzu to tag-team-investigate the hero commission, i want all my blorbos to get a bowl of warm soup and a soft blanket

i want sO MANY THINGS TO HAPPEN and i KNOW!!! i know i’m setting myself up for disappointment and i am crabby about it

*not endeavor. for the rest of the family to heal, he has to be put in indefinite time-out - he also has to stand trial for all of the shit he pulled so no one has the chance to make him a martyr

*not including re-destro and any of his close right-hand folks in the original MLF- he was a rich dude whose goal wasn’t to fix the issue of how people are treated for their quirks or how they’re forced not to use a part of themselves except in government service, he wanted to create an opportunistic, supremacist-style society where the current attitudes towards not-strong/undesirable quirks would be amplified to ‘those with these praised and acceptable abilities get to do whatever they want and everyone else has to take it because we shouldn’t have to care about people if they can’t force us to respect their rights as people’

#the mha characters deserve better than the mha plot and it KILLS me #mha #and im already invested in the characters so its too late to be practical about it #aaaaaaaaaa

[emetkoto]

idk man I just really like your style of rambling about them ig? like I find peoples' enthusiasm for things very sweet and infectious sometimes and your emetkoto posts defs hit that spot for me? like your joy and love for them seeps through and infects me too it's great. emetkoto good. anyway tell us about after vauthry. do it. give us the deets.

well thank you very much, it makes me happy to hear that ive had that effect on you 🥺🥺🥺 thats exactly what i hope to do with my posts about them but i do have bad demon brain so sometimes im like hmm. 'am i just being unbearably annoying instead actually???' and ofc sometimes its 'oh this is not original at all nobody wants to read this' so its always nice to have a little reassurance like this ghsljgsfd….

cracks my fingers so hard they all break anyway now for that essay you asked for

RIGHT SO LIKE right before vauthry, literally the night before that fight is when emet selch takes k'oto to the tempest to marry him and seubsequently erase his memory of it to "keep things fair" or whatever (basically he still had tiny little pangs of doubt about how things would turn out bc of yknow the whole being tempered for 12k+ years situation and he wanted to make sure that if it like. came to them having to fight. k'oto wouldnt hesitate bc he had smth like that holding him back :,) little did he know that he tried to hesitate in the end anyway and was only stopped from sparing him by ardbert) but thats a whole like other thing i still have to finish writing the worlds longest stupidest hardest to read post about so im physically restraining myself from going on about this anymore right this moment as much as i want to repeat myself forever about it bc GOD. God. god.

but anyway he was full of love and hope for k'oto, so much hope that he would be able to hold the light and prove mankinds worth so he could lay his mission to rest and stay by his side (and undo the spell holding his memories of the wedding) he was so SO ready for it and then. it just. all came crashing down :,) he'd allowed himself to let his guard down and put his duty aside and have hope in humanity again one last time and fall in love and k'oto just couldnt do it! even with his subtle help holding the light back he couldnt handle it, he was still too weak at 7 rejoinings and that shit hurted bad!!! he succumbed to the tempering and grief and rage and disappointment and closed himself off again…from there its probably the more canon adjacent bit of their story, graha tia acting embarassment, back to the tempest (altho k'oto doesnt remember having been there once before AUGH), amaurot, dying gasp :,)

throughout it all k'oto is trying desperately to get him to listen to him again but emet selch keeps cutting him off and ignoring him which hurts A LOT and ofc he says some. mean things to try and get him to just leave it be and accept what has to be done and stop talking about it bc HE didnt wanna think about it anymore EITHER obviously here but k'oto doesnt give up he keeps trying all the way to the very end….he never planned to kill emet selch, he just wanted to weaken him enough that he would take a moment to stop and think and listen , a last ditch effort to fix things but ardbert (and everyone else really) saw that it was like. too late for that. there was no way in hell emet selch was hearing reason anymore and if k'oto let him live there was a pretty high chance he would just kill him when he tried to get close to him so he took control of his body and made sure that axe killed, oops! way to kill a dudes soulmate and then be absorbed into his soul so you can never actually apologize for it…when the dust settled and k'oto realized what had happened he. was. A MESS!!

the only thing stopping him from breaking down right away was emet selch shushing him like 'let me enjoy this last moment with you in peace and quiet'……remember us and all that (although 'us' had a very obvious double meaning here

anyway tldr; WEHHHHHHH,,,,,,,

sorry for unreadability i very much wrote it exactly as it came out of my brain which is a long run on thought with no consideration for line or paragraph breaks. i tried to turn it into a few chunks for you

#words of mimi #emetkoto #shadowbringers spoilers

[forjongseong]

PART 9! HERE WE GOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Jay mopping the floor, using the mop handle like a microphone stand.

we already KNOW thats him irl dhsjakdhajk

“Let me love you,” he sang, dipping you and kissing your collarbones. “Good morning, my queen.”

me giggling all ugly and shit MORNING JAY

He’s really a malewife at this point, you thought.

MALEWIFE DHSJAKDHAJK teach me how to make mine one too

“I checked last night and I think you’re running out of pads, but I forgot which one you use,” Jay explained, stepping closer to the shelf of pads. “Is it this one?” He asked, pointing to a pink packaging.

no really, jay. HOW DO I TEACH MY BF THESE MANNERS? THANKS

“Because being a woman is fucking expensive, love,” you chuckled as you replied to him.

DUDE this is so true. pads are fucking expensive. i said the exact thing to my man too when we had to run to the store to buy me some dhajskdhjakdhak he was so shocked at the price ):

You laughed at his reaction and gave him a pat on his shoulder. “You’re a good man, Hwi. If you’re dating someone, let me know. I need to make sure she’s not taking advantage of my assistant.”

I WILL NEVER TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THIS BEAUTIFUL MAN OMFG DONT DOUBT ME

“Jay,” you whispered, “I don’t think I have the energy to do anything.”

GIRL SSSSHHHHH HE WANTS IT HE WILL DO IT

“You mean like… somnophilia?” Jay asked.

THE WAY I FUCKING GASPED WITH MY JAW DROPPING. THE QUEEN HAD SPOKEN INTO THE MIC, JAY. DO AS THE QUEEN SAYS AND STFU

Jay closed his eyes and bit his lips, almost as if he was imagining it happening. “Please don’t judge me, but that actually sounds hot.”

JUDGING U, JAY e_e

“Because you should give people the stuff that you like,” you answered, remembering that it was a lesson your parents taught you when you were young. “I’ll finish the gingerbread latte.”

“It’s okay, baby, I’ll drink that one.”

THE WAY WE TALKED ABOUT THIS SCENE WHEN U WENT AND GRABBED BOTH DRINKS TOO omfg nana now seeing jay in display im crying bye

“Oh, it feels nice to be called appa by a daughter,” he said, placing a hand over his chest sentimentally. Jay rolled his eyes and just dragged his father to the front door.

LMFAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO JEALOUS JAY I AM WHEEZING

“Sweetheart.” Jay’s mother turned to face you, wiping her hands on her apron before she put her hand under your chin to tilt your face up. “You’re not letting anybody down as long as you love him. And believe me, he adores you.”

from experience, FELT. you never wanna disappoint anyone and try so hard to learn to do something for the one you love. and sometimes, you feel like you have no one to turn to or tell to even though you should be able to tell that certain someone. fhjaskdhjak sorry for blabbering T_T like myself for example, i was really afraid to be a part of my bf's family when he proposed. i was scared that i wasnt going to live up to anyone's expectations. but his mother really helped me because i didnt have my mom to teach me while growing up and i didnt know how to do anything. so im very thankful for all of this hdjaskdhjak OKAY ENOUGH ABOUT ME

“I’ve noticed that you’ve been slapping my ass quite often,” you commented, taking a cotton pad and drenching it with micellar water. “Do you like it that much?”

“Can’t really blame me. You’ve got a cute ass,” Jay shrugged, reaching for the remote.

AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH THE ASS SLAPPING SCENE DJAHSJDKASHAHAHAHA I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT

At the same time, Jay spotted you from a distance, and he sent you another text as he smiled, keeping his eyes on you.

I GUSHED AND MELTED AND SCREAMED SO LOUD HAHA

“Guys,” she said, flipping her hair back to look at the rest of the group. “Jay’s auntie is here to pick him up.”

NO WONDER SHE'S AN EX-GF LMAO BYE BITCH

Jay moved to shield you from their stares and gave you a warm smile. “I’ve talked with them enough. I’d rather keep you company now. Two minutes, okay? Don’t go anywhere.”

S T A N D A R D <- DONT TALK TO ME IF U AINT JAY

“Baby?” Jay sat up, watching as you made your way to the kitchen.

BABY T_T im sitting back down

He moved closer to you and took your hand, bringing it up to his lips for him to kiss.

WHO PUT ONIONS IN FRONT OF ME?

“For the first part, you can say my parents raised me well,” Jay explained. He put his finger under your chin and tilted your head up. “And for the second part, I just watched a lot of porn and romance movies, to be honest.”

HAHAHDSHAJKDHAJKDHAJKS SHUT UP JAY IM WHEEZING

“I read a lot of smut,” you said, matter-of-factly.

THE EXPOSURE SADFGHJK BYE

“I’m gonna go shower, and if you’re still working by the time I’m done, I’m gonna get mad,” Jay said. He leaned in to kiss the top of your head before disappearing. You just smiled and continued to work.

ouuuuu so scary~

“Your hands can continue to be occupied,” Jay said, his hot breath tickling your thighs. “Please stroke my hair.”

BRUHHHHHHH omfg ofc jay anything for you!

“That’s sexy,” Jay commented. You just raised your eyebrows and nodded. “You’re sexy.”

THIS IS SENDING ME BYYYYYYYYYYYE I AM GONE NOW

“But wear the kimono again,” he requested. “It’s a great color on you.”

#TEAMFERAL

“You made me wait for sex for two days?!” Jay spat.

THE WAY I LAUGHED BECAUSE HIS ASSHAT DHJASKDHJASK HE DIDNT ASK EARLIER LMAO

The actual late-night snack can wait.

CRYING YELLING PUKING

NO BECAUSE I ALREADY FORGOT WHAT I WROTE HAHAHAHHA READING THIS MADE ME THINK A LOT LIKE what scene is this??? did this happen??? KAJHDSJKASHDSA

glad some parts are relatable! sometimes when I write I worry if the scene is too perfect or too good to be true but then comments like yours remind me that LIFE IS LIKE THAT sometimes

NOW GO DESTROY PART 9.5 BEFORE I RELEASE PART 10

#nanaanswers #nanafeedbacks #fic: al caer la noche #from.genie

[nogreencards-blog]

My Last Read....

Now i cant say that i'm the best one in the world, but i'm not the dumbest. i'm smart to know that its hard to talk in a room with such authentic and special people that makes everyone else feel terrible about themselves for just having a different opinion. But the fact of the matter is that, people truly don't understand how much i genuinely adore them, and i come to the realization that i couldn't allow myself to be so distant without a proper time experienced in all wealth love and prosperity without proper truth behind my perspective. NOWOWOWOw i have this book here that i literally wrote in for like a while during this extreme moment of disentitlement and selflessness that truly helped me realize so much more about myself than everyone thought i couldn't realize about myself. I read it back to myself and i think, "oh wow , this guy might actually be hot in person!!" then i realize how its not the same reality for everyone else's imaginations...... I digress (with zero personal attacks) Let's begin.

This first piece will consist of a few words from this excerpt curated by yours truly "who every the heck is actually typing" said the boss. (the one typing.)

"wish that i wasn't the same as you make things seem, that i complain, well to see apparently i want riches and fame. Yet the task that must complete, so i make a lead with a mentioned amalgamation of me. Wasted words that exactly exposes the goal watch me as i change. mantras worth more than the las "woe its me" at last is not apparent. "Why wont they just take a hint."

Wake up cruel asf again, the tables presented will uphold goals set before me with help of commune. Don't change purpose, loyalty is a souls purest intent. Knowing we love enough without possessiveness leading us, know it's the best to make aligned analysis of all their dismounted duality. Impressionable thoughts.

Match with your loveless, acting as a smoochie when you off the liquor, Someones attraction for you shows to be more real than you anticipated, actively acknowledging that the insanity held for the lost attraction fits well on pass tense the acknowledgement of my sincerity conclude to my perspective of concluding to the expectation of a sexuality. Being as its a 'EXPECTATION' one settles on the depicted conveyance of celibacy. Wanting self to focus, i tried watching you loll yet once more. done a number of times , my intention watches as i fail to mention why. The tension inches and spread within glare, wealth is then repaired for myself.

"it wasn't humble" attempting to double down, of course knowing that wasn't humble also, the next approach of course notices within a binds worthless imposition. Went long, wishing you'd want me to be more than what you expected, compilations of me worsen only after you get what you wanted, making things worse , yet not completely real. "Don't call...." Friends voices in my head say and i also think " oh i wont" while wondering if they actually cheat on me with that dude, or my bestfriends even... "Its wild now" some complete stranger says as i walk by saying nothing to them because you're all freaking testing me, and i told you "i'm exempt."

Heavy weight i carry, as i'm through doors i once closed Toxications come impaired to mention motivations grows. Compared me to the last guy "disappointment" the results.... In all honesty i don't need to be emoitional" the guy says as he hops into the ac once again. Wasted me Deed!!! me choosing to become love wasn't worthed the spite that held compelled us. I watch you plea for me along the ivory signs come to me.

"You wanted to in love with me in stability, and cherish me even while i am away from you, unlike other people you know i know we know but we don't have to know who is who...." thought the corrupted piece of shit with the harlot tendousies that lives dormant within us all as if we're all just humanoids with genitalia. the words lay dormant on all of our laps as we sit in wonder... how much emotion and love i have in the world i literally wonder how well i was able to help everyone understand me just to let all of it just be lost in translations yet again... its not hard to be without VPN services... Romanticizing with the way expressions show to me in the same insanity badgering me, complaints fades away.

"please don't go! You may fall without me." the though's from two billowing agents with hard pecks and juicy abs says, "thats not so discouraging its fine, happens to the best of us, pick up the pace , intrigue and trust in yourself. Low vibes wont pry." As life is lovely so don't cry, pick yourself up first and lastly loving isn't greed, selfish isn't so rude as protection.

Preferrably expressless, still these poker faces wasn't the best. I watch your shadows expressionless. seeing the pathways separate, wanted to love you in stability, yet you never really cherished what we had the same after initial disregards towards things you needed to say in advance. With the train being well in expectations, the realizations bellows on, hella wild for me baby, although i am patiently attempting to adapt to new ways of living life alone. This truthfully is the only way i let these insecurities unload. To heal myself and others.

Somedays he cant even with this stuff. Ideally he'd calm down after a while, but i realize that he really hated the idea of me being with someone new. as if i really had idea to the plans set before millions of eyes. dunce remarks being bellowed yet again, i simply don't digress and progress onto other topics. seeing as people adore this admiration of how stupid i was, i genuinely adore my self loath of such also so please (be less mad.)

Things i never wanted:

Insanity.

2. The endurance of lacking love.

3. Compromising the needs of others before perceiving fed notions on me to be real.

4. work smart consistently within a shaded perspective.

5. hold onto life with purpose, we all count on.

Some games people play say i jacked up, really insane, they assemble graveling without sought as fake. I would hold down the thoughts without shading , gave me love he wants to cuff it anyway. Reach in body like a professional, I want every ----- slowly approaching me, tell me if you want me to want you. (i adore you...)

Its started, shame i cant allow the fiendish sought's deplete vowes for a friend, i wont waste this moment . shits exhausting , shouting within my void, the denial i anticipate to be a (flaw he ridded off) i acknowledge he doesn't have a humpy joe ghost. BMI receed few inches, feeling like a baddie , Bitches face rested in pouts.

I watch them "envy" me not narcissistically, fueling my ego growth. "Your impressed, why?" Question Lingers with zero source of plane... Thinking of somebody that i used to know so heavy my heart started to feel a billowing fye come about from a core once not obtained, i complex in notion of the manifestation i doubt i want to be in contact with due to selfish notions. I big body deport the denial with a different wind that channels the influencing notions being fueled within my winds. Shading less you lessening your faze gaze. "You tend to think i'm a joke don't you?" i don't say a word no where near you.

Watching you from afar with my connection being in perfect health with my Lovely Forever Loved Number one Fan. I pray for the notion to be a joke from a clown. So i level the reality for the baking processes in peoples notions. allowing the buns to process themselves and hopefully birth a new perspective before daybreak.

Don't every say rushed now, watever way, we come to say. Doubt their placement, well erupt wow!! I don't know how they came, to conclude that way. I wont every say rush now, wont let it get outline no. its started a shame but , now i come to hold it here the secret fund, wounded soul you hearing voices with zero fucking reason found. But you think i'm blind, and somehow cant hear you be shocked at how clear i lead this vine.

Wanting a portion of self love evolved into a ignorant bliss with a maintenance breathing whole hearted action within a manufactured world taunting impactful anticipations within their cerebral capacities. "wasn't it really worth the pain?" the star moon conveys within a plutorian existence , "honestly thoughts of people collide within the complete erratication, woke a patience, you thought you won right? now presentation of ultimate regret sits in silence.

I wounded last a person with my absence of transparency , allowing my to let me complicate anything almost everything. we wont expose undisclosed. Instead of letting the loll persist that hate was sent to "her baby" , knowing i love is ai, i don't pick a fight. But graciously regret the idea of regretting .. Knowing that i have to have made that choice of self insistence to have the sly chance of being something more than a martyr, i didn't pray enough to make it fast enough to be more than what i was to be someone with responsibility that was substantial enough to feel confident in the idea of letting myself be irresponsible. so Initially i've always keep the fact that i'm not entirely sure about what denial i should just comply with. entirely i find it heart breaking to even have brought the thought up further concluding peoples realizations of how less soul i don't deny myself and yet instead yank back with the realization of foes that send for woes of my previous presented positions.

Isn't it wonderous how you want me to make you proud. Believe i wouldn't chose to rely on a guy with a problem reminding the hassle. I ratherent comply you gotta notice I. Wishing is nothing to compare, was your intention clear taught without a fear. Motivating us to be wealthy sustaining faith in trust. "Keep me in my vibe and please allow harmony and solemnity." I repeat within the universal energy felt within the aura of my heart.

Theres barricade waiting all around my heart. They wont knock down tearing us up more, apart from that they wont let you get through the shady daggers from gemini moon on cancer moon, making it a bit complicated as if it was foreign. Don't believe the shade, vibe don't be mistreated, defensive elegance conveyed. i wont ever need to argue with this shit , petty with my pain , me on that nonchalance with a grace of Humility, abundantly defensive and mending the pulsed pain , i wont dare condone such tardy condemned perspectives lacking the reality and lack of connections to do the due anticipation. they blink in within a tyrants rant.

And i wont be monitored within my home , watching me make an executive out of me over all mysterious delirious wild thing , i glow, holding hope close to my heart. Loving the light shining bright on my bellowing flames of a fyes burst and new creation.

Becoming my lover waiting for me as if i want to let go , believe me , that pessimism wasn't knew for my melancholic perspective, yet i wait within the reality that Saturn Return had my Pisces Mercury in blazing presentation of just wounded trust by pass relationships. "Cant understand the interest?" Knowing how close we make it a real lust, maintaining assurity that shame traumatized your wanderlust, i don't deny the fact that its hard to not deny the immaturity that shines bright from both stars simultaneously doesn't match giving the perspectives the docile difference in their deserved, and perspectives of individuals placements presents. Ls a cop, and N, and Woe is a Superstar , within the screens on Youtube or even on a psychiatrist. With spiritual ideologies.

#note for me

[its-inevitable-lupe]

Looking at old pictures and things. You really have been trash to me these three years. I have always spoken good of you in the relationship because yes I know. Flaws we all have so I won’t point yours in it. But when death and drugs and the treatment you have horribly done to me these three years. Sometimes I feel sorry for myself. Sometimes I think yeah I deserve it. Sometimes I’m lost and feel like why me…. Why does this girl treat me this way when I’m not the same person. I can’t speak bad of her old self but her present self now I can. It’s absolutely disappointing… so I guess your friend might influence more. You were amazing to me and my heart will miss that version of you and i morn her always and forever. I will never forgive you because texts and running away like a coward is where I draw the line. My mistake was thinking maybe she would change but nah. She’s just a woman acting like a child. I hope you grow up and figure yourself out. Sometimes I get confuse with love even more but then with time I notice what love really is not suppose to be. I been blinded by the word love that’s why I never say it and that’s why I don’t do. Because people in the name of love have countless times abuse it and all have turn it against me like I’m the person that is a monster. I have always felt misunderstood and have been told many things. I felt pushed aside. Belittle and trash my persona. I have been told people like this side of me.. like this dark and ugh side that I can’t explain or my sadness or whatever they fantasize of me. And I’m sick of it and how I feel like an object. I have done and changed my ways not only for many people but myself. I been ARGUING LESS !!!!!!! I don’t find it trilling as I use to. I don’t feel anything. I don’t get off on sadness. I’m not sadistic. I try to control my alcohol problem this month. I stop smoking. I stop doing drugs. And I did in 2021 cause dude I was losing my mind on that one night free I had. My face my whole energy was so dead… and now i feel ALIVE. I go to the gym to help ME. I eat better! I gain 15-20 maybe pounds since 2020.. like that’s a lot but I was so underweight. My depression is less. My anxiety is a lot less. I control my Nerves SO MUCH. I did that! I don’t do things that trigger me. I dont Cut myself. And I know I did sometime in the three years but that was once and never again. I’m not passive. I try to speak up. I try to communicate to people. I grown up. I Had to. I would hate if I was still this way and people were let down because of me. I don’t tolerate things at all. Im solid with myself. I overcame so much and still am and that’s what makes me strong and me. I don’t let my past define me. I don’t just say words but I mean them and I do them and I act in it all. Im not fake. Im real and honest and i will always be genuine and authentic. I did my things, I messed around, I been trash and hurt a lot a lot a lot of people. just as people have done to me. But I learn and I try to change the future and if things are good they are good. I try to fix whoever has a thing with me and hope for the best and if not, I let that go. I don’t hold onto things that are presently bad. I do me. I like me. And I will love me soon. But I am loving who I am becoming. Im happy this change these three years really marked me. It snapped my whole being and that old v.. I use to know was my push & without her I wouldn’t have been here. That one left a scar on me and on my skin. But the present one please never come close to me when you have sick intentions and so cruel. I hope karma and life wakes you up. I’m sorry life was never easy for you. I hope your heart and mind find peace. But like me.. there is always change and I’m sure you will do it. But other than that. I’m doing good for me. I hope I love to the places I desires I hope everything goes smoothly.I hope I really reach my goals. I should make that book I always spoken about because 22 marked me for life. The 5 “v”Roman journey really hit hard. I look back and Im proud of how much I grown. I’m happy I finally PICK MYSELF

#my thoughts #2023

[tuilathu]

Ngày 59

I have no idea where to start at this moment, not even a “dear best friend”. It sounds ridiculous because I the one who call himself “the man can be friend with anybody” am losing a true best friend, he would ever have in his entire life (that I can ensure you). So I would like to begin with the phrase:

To Thư

NO one has ever done this to me, not even my ex. Through your words, I can see the feelings, the love (May I use it? Or bromance?) you spend on me are gigantic. It’s shameful of me for not recognizing that or ignoring that. Let’s be honest with each other, shall we?

I told you many stories since I was a child to being a college boy as I am now, and through that timeline, never I had a close friend as an opposite sex. Yeah, I can be a talkative guy as well as a trustworthy listener for people want to tell their stories, maybe somewhere deep down in my soul reign a little girl. Or in some dimension in freaking mind, I chose to hear and try solving their problems with my abnormal experience. Oh well, but yet it’s always about them, about their stories and mine sometimes (stories that I allow myself to indicate with them). Then you came up, normal as fuck I must say. At first, I didn’t think of telling you anything, just like I had done for almost 7 years. You’re a typical girl I had met before, maybe a little unapproachable, and mean (yeah, because sometimes you denied my permission to see your test while I gave mine to you). An accident brought us together. An accident opened up a new path for our relationship. I don’t think it’s a coincidence, my friend, the universe is trying to tell us something. And I learnt that when the universe said something, it’s committed as eternity, don’t you think.

Our friendship had an outstanding start. No one could think that a girl and a phone had the power to create such a bond (don’t deny it please, I really appreciate this bond). 4 months and a half, you said it like nothing happened, that made me disappointed. Even compare with your 9 year friendship, this relationship has been an extraordinary journey for both of us. As I read in a book “a journey is not about the goal, but about the changes it made to the people”. It changed you and me. You, an independent, strong girl had a connection with a strange boy, feel free to talk with him, share your feelings and be stress about him (I’m sorry, my friend). It changed me also by making you ask me so many questions consistently about my private life. I didn’t think I could talk to anybody because I covered it with a huge number of layers of lies and my imagination (sometimes I confused with myself about the truth of my own memories, was it the truth or something I made up…). Yeah, but you, my friend, dug so deep and have me talk to you. At first, I’m scared. I’m scared for that I didn’t think I know you that much, that one day you would use that information against me. Although sometimes you accidentally speak it up, I know you never mean to hurt me. I’m happy I was wrong about that. And at this moment I’m writing this to you, you’re still the one I trust the most to share my secret with. You see, our friendships not only strange but also steady.

Indeed I still remembered the days when I was rejected by her. You’re there for me even though you told me you want to say “I told you so”. The songs, the jokes, it revives me from the pit. No words can describe how thankful I am to you. But then this silly boy still engages in the love, and you tried to pull me back hopelessly. I know, it always because you love me (bromance, dude), you want me to move on and live my own life without her. You think I didn’t try, I tried mate seriously, and believe me. But loving is already a silly thing so I can’t resist it.

The day I finally got her to open her heart to me is the day I fear I’m going to lose you. You said you don’t trust this relationship, you said I will abandon you. In a moment, my friend, I thought I would lose you forever. It’s not that I give up on you, I’ll never do that, but you would give up with this bond between us. It made me upset for days, you know? For me, you’re like an irreplaceable person (how can I find a girl with a quarter girl quality like you). I think you know that too, you will create a big gap in my soul, I can guarantee it. DON’T ever say some girl, or some friend is capable of filling it. Do you know the puzzle? How can you insert a wrong piece into the puzzle without taking away its beauty, you are that piece and don’t you dare deny it. Then, we came up with the oral contract as you know. Both of us broke it (how ironic), but in my opinion, mine is worse. I admit I spent too much time with her than before. And eventually, my time with you is shrinking. I know it’s not about jealous, maybe I didn’t bring enough trust.

I wrote a lot, right? It’s our memories, our stories for the children later. I brought these up just for you to realize how important you are in my life. Now I want to talk to you about these things that affect our relationships recently and hope we’ll find out a better solution than giving up on each other

My god, I seriously never consider you as a girl or the one thinking like a girl. It’s not that because you’re manly or something, but to me you’re special to me, that I may treat you as a boy. Obviously it was the worst opinion of me. You’re a girl indeed a sensitive girl and I hurt you with my unconcern. And yes, I have the answer of my actions. Believe or not, I’m a boy, and I can’t see the changes of feeling of any girls, I mean ANY girls unless they try to say anything to me like you today. You’re a quiet girl in these emotional things and I struggled to figure it out (mostly from the other girls, like they say: hey she’s sad or something…). Maybe I am really a worst boy best friend you’ve ever had. The more I talk, the more I see you have to bear me, bear my unthoughtfulness day by day. But hey, am I that monstrous to you? I really want to make it for you. But you built up a wall against me my friend, a fucking damn thick wall. Imagine I try to break it with my bare hand and you cover it with a machine dude! How am I supposed to get to you, I’m stuck. You became so defensive with me, with every action I made for you. You consider my visit at your house is giving love for free! (what the fuck was that). You’re my friend, I want to come to your house to play, to chat with you to tell you every story I had in a whole weekend and what did I get, a stone-cold treatment from my best friend. You said I come to you and do nothing, just like I did it for business. But really I didn’t know what to do besides talking with you at your house or helping you with the cooking stuff, playing around with your brother. You know I spend most of my time on this screen or alone with 4 walls, how can I be more creative at anybody’s house? The only thing I can do is talk, and you shut me down at the first place. Let’s be honest, recently, whenever I come to your house, you use very strong words with me, sometimes insulting words. Mates, I smile and let it go doesn’t mean I don’t feel anything. You hurt me too, although the root of this is me… I

In my mind, at some point of our conversation, I must say it seems like you don’t respect me. Anyone can do that to me, I don’t a single fuck. But I didn’t expect that from my best friend. Did I act so well in front of you? Don’t think so. Yeah best friend means you can say anything to me indeed, but not insulting. I’m speaking this because I want to express my feeling, my true feeling not to criticize you or anything. Take my words seriously, please.

Well, another issue between us is how can I take care of you? You always want to work alone, and it’s a good thing. Because it shows that you’re an independent woman as well as don’t want to rely on anyone. As your best friend, I want to support you with all my ability. Yeah, it may sound cliche, but it’s also true. Sometimes, I tried so hard to get in the problem and help you, just a small problem. The big ones you usually hide it for yourself, keep quiet and ask for my sensibility. A boy like me can’t do that, you know? Think less and speak more dude. You keep everything in your tiny head, mix them all around and get stressed because of them, that’s not a good way to enjoy the life my friend.

And about my loving things, I’m truly confused with you. How is my love affecting you seriously? Yeah, we have some mushy acts in class, and you pay attention to that? I wonder how? You pay too damn much attention to what we did than the teacher with the lecture. You said the way you look on the board has us blocked and that makes you annoyed. Yeah, but it’s the thing happen when you fell in love. I myself have reduced most of them in class. Because normally I can do even more than those you can see in class. My friend, every couple has that time, especially at the first stage of love. So I can’t help you with that totally. If you consider me as your best friend, please accept the fact that I had a girlfriend. It doesn’t matter to me and yes, it has no effect on our relationship. So I ask for you to let it go, let my love thing go, I can handle it myself and will not bother you anyway. Indeed, sometimes I got struggle with my stories, I really want to share with someone (yeah, it’s you, I can’t trust no one else), but now you feel disturbed by these so I can keep it for myself. We’re best friends, do not let my personal relationship ruin it, ok?

It’s temporary done here, because my mood is not the same as days ago. Don’t worry if I had anything else, I’ll release a sequel of this. In the meantime, keep me by your side as your best friend, best buddy. Don’t ever think that I insult you anything in here, it’s just my feeling and maybe I don’t know how to express it in the best way. BE my best friend Thư

Best friend: the one you can get mad only for a short period because you need to tell them something important.

28/11/2014

#anhthu #thư's every day

[nuala-luna]

Fellas, it’s not unreasonable or selfish to want some support and understanding from your nearest and dearest in the wake of losing a close family member and having the only other person in the household start to take out the stress that she’s feeling on you when you were already in the middle of a mental health crisis before this, right?? Asking for a friend, of course

#dude. i am used to being disappointed and let down by people i am close to but fuck this . #i am so full of rage at the moment. every time I’m going through anything i am left to fend for myself and get through it with no help or #support at all. I’m sick of it I can’t do this shit by myself any more #but evidently nobody fucking cares!! nobody ever gives enough of a shit to make an effort #not even now. #it’s so easy for me to hate people #I AM SO FUCKING TIRED I DONT WANT TO DO THIS ANYMORE #I CANT EVEN RECALL THE LAST TIME ANYONE WHO ACTUALLY KNOWS ME MADE THE EFFORT TO REACH OUT AND ASK IF IM OK #IM CLEARLY NOT WORTH THE TROUBLE OR THE EFFORT #im done im done im done #fuck all this im done #see you all in hell