#i dont remember urls off the top of my head but i hope you are having a good day

[potassiumcyanides]

People who are in my notes a lot I'm in love with you

#i dont remember urls off the top of my head but i hope you are having a good day

[narisjournal-blog]

These Nights

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Chuck x Reader

Fluff

Words: 1685

Notes: This was a request from honestly years ago and I’m such an asshole for only just posting this - I’m so so sorry. I haven’t included the name or request as it was quite personal. You know who you are :) This is of course a soft, fluffy, loving Chuck from before The Twist in Supernatural. 

Thanks for reading!

***

Warm water cascaded over your hair and your shoulders, soaking you in a chaotic, relentless stream. 

You had long finished your shower but still you stood unmoving in its grasp.

It was cold out there and dark. You held onto the reprieve a little longer.

You gave a heavy sigh.

‘I wish you would show your face,’ you said. ‘I wish... I need...’ 

you sighed again, shaking your head. 

Standing up, you turned off the shower and stepped out. 

You grabbed a towel and quickly wrapped it round you, shivering. 

Once in your pyjamas you sat heavily on your bed and towelled at your hair. You gave up quickly and curled up on your bed, letting the tears flow. All you could see behind tightly closed lids was his face. Those big blue eyes, both gentle and stern at the same time. Chuck- the god you never knew you needed. 

What would he think of you now? You so desperately wanted to see him, but not like this. He would be so disappointed, you thought. 

‘I wish I could be what you want me to be,’ you choked out. 

You always intended to pray before bed; to check in, pay respects and show you were thankful. Like in the movies, knelt by your bed, peaceful and worthy. 

But it never worked out like that. The more you thought about what you wanted to say, the more overwhelmed you became and realised he would never have the time to sit and listen to all of that. 

You began to shiver, partly from your damp hair but mostly from the despair that was taking hold of you.

You felt the mattress dip and you gasped. Then you felt a warm hand on your back and his calm took over you.

You looked up into big blue eyes, full of concern. 

‘Do you really believe that?’ Said Chuck softly. ‘That I don’t have time for you?’

‘It’s not... I mean... I’m just a giant waste of your time. I’m sorry,’ you cringed. 

‘Please,’ He said. ‘Don’t ever apologise for existing.’ Chuck gave your arm a squeeze. ‘And no, you’re not.’

You wiped your eyes and sat up.

‘You have far more important things and I’ve dragged you here.’

‘With all due respect, y/n, you don’t get to tell me how to spend my time.’

You couldn’t look in his eyes long. They broke you. There was so much love that you just couldn’t handle. 

Your shame made you wish you were alone again. 

‘But you don’t really want me to leave, do you?’ He stated softly. 

You continued looking down at the bed.

After an abnormally long silence you gave the smallest shake of your head and sighed. 

‘Is there anything you want to talk about?’ He said, hand resting on your back just below your damp hair.

You shrugged and stuttered. ‘I ... there’s...’ 

So much, you thought. But I can’t even begin to wrap my brain around it. 

You knew he could hear you.

You know what, sometimes I’m just so tired of trying to figure this all out or having to figure out what I mean or where I belong. Sometimes I need you to just tell me! Sometimes I need...

‘Sometimes words are hard. I understand.’

You held your forehead in your hands, as if in some desperate attempt to hide your face. The man was infuriating. You wanted to scream at him, but all you could do was huff out a breath. He could feel you shaking by now. 

‘But you know sometimes the best way to figure things out and understand your needs is to talk. Even if it seems stupid or redundant to you in this moment.’

‘You’re God,’ you almost whispered. ‘You know everything. It is redundant.’

This is why you were better alone. You drew your knees up to your chest and buried your face in your arms.

‘Look you can just go,’ you mumbled. ‘I’m sorry.’ 

He obviously knew what you were going through but was choosing not to help and you felt embarrassed you had even thought about bringing him here. 

After a long silence you realised his hand had not moved from your back. 

‘I’m not going anywhere.’ 

You lifted your head and chanced a glance sideways at him. Your gaze was met by the brightest blue and a rush of warmth and love flooded you again. You looked away.

‘Ok, here’s a deal. You tell me about one thing that’s on your mind and then no more talking, I promise. Deal?’

You sighed heavily. You spoke as the words formed in your mind, slowly and broken up.

‘I don’t know what I’m doing with my life. I feel like...’ you swallowed the lump In Your throat but it didn’t stop your voice from cracking.

‘I feel like I’m not ... not good enough at anything... like I just...’ your voice dropped to a whisper. ‘Take up space.’ 

Chuck rested his head against yours and pulled you into him closer with a sigh. 

He kissed the top of your head and pulled back, brushing hair from your face. His eyes connected with yours and you felt a weight lift of your chest before he had even spoken.

‘Y/N, you matter so much to me. I created you and I have no regrets. I am proud of you every single day because of how strong you are.’

You looked away. ‘I’m not.’

‘Don’t argue with me,’ he said, his voice firm and authoritative now.

Your head whipped back up, surprised by his tone.

Piercing blue charged right through to your soul when he looked into your eyes now.

‘You are strong,’ he affirmed. ‘Strong doesn’t feel easy. You’re stronger than you know.’

Tears began to spill once more, but this time it felt like freedom. For that moment as he held you, you felt truly safe. Loved.

He continued. ‘It might not be clear now. You feel a little lost, I can see that. Trust me. I’ve got you, and you have so much purpose.’

Your shoulders shook as you cried, and he squeezed you once more. Without speaking, he helped you dry your hair, holding you when you shivered.

‘Can you make it warmer?’ you whispered, teeth chattering. He chuckled, pulling the bedcovers back and helping you into bed.

You lay down, curled up on your side and felt Chuck’s warmth move through you as he lay next to you.

You didn’t need to say anything else. You just lay there, allowing yourself to feel safe and relaxing fully for the first time in maybe years. Chuck stroked your hair and said softly, ‘You haven’t been sleeping too good.’

His hand rested on your forehead and you felt a peace radiate from his palm.

‘Goodnight,’ he whispered as you felt your eyelids close and the calm of sleep envelope you.

**

It was already light when you woke, which hadn’t happened for a very long time. Your cheeks flushed with warmth and you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes. Your mind slowly uncoiled itself and you rolled onto your back to find the bedsheets beside you cold. He was gone. Of course he was gone.

Had he really meant all those things, or was he just trying to get some peace away from your spiralling thoughts?

You breathed in deeply, trying not to let your mind poison the calm you had felt with him and – was that cinnamon you smelled? You sat up. It was definitely cinnamon. Sweet cinnamon, and you could hear music. No, singing. You could hear singing.

Pulling a hoodie on, you stood up and made your way downstairs towards the sound.

And there in your kitchen, pulling something out of the oven and humming to himself, was Chuck.

He turned as you entered and beamed. ‘Right on time,’ he said.

‘Did you make cinnamon buns?’

‘I know how much you love them, but never have the energy to make them.’ He placed the tray down on the heat proof mat on the side. Mixing bowls lay strewn clumsily about the sink. Of all the thoughts you could have had in that moment, you honestly wondered if God was going to wash the dishes.

‘You’ve made a mess,’ you added, nodding in that direction.

Chuck raised an eyebrow and folded his arms across his chest.

‘I mean… Thank you,’ you garbled. ‘I- thank you. I love them.’ You surveyed the kitchen once again.

‘But couldn’t you just, you know…’ you pointed your finger, indicating using his powers.

‘Ah, that’s no fun,’ he shrugged.

Chuck leaned across to the cafetiere you had forgotten you had and pushed the top down.

‘I thought you’d have gone. I was expecting you to be gone when I woke up.’

Chuck smiled again. ‘I’m never really gone, you know,’ he said. He poured coffee into a mug and handed it to you, the heat sharp against your palm. ‘I’m always here. Next time you taste coffee, remember this moment.’

You sipped the strong liquid and savoured the taste.

‘Next time you lie in bed feeling alone, remember me there next to you.’

‘Next time I wash the dishes, I’ll remember when you used my kitchen,’ you said with a smirk.

‘Next time you taste a cinnamon bun’- you cut him off.

‘I get the idea, Chuck. So are those ready to eat, or what?’

He chuckled as he divided them onto plates and guided you over to the kitchen table.

And for the first time in forever, the day ahead was filled with hope and the promise that you were not doing this alone.

***

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(I hope I’ve got my list right, I may have missed a few changes people have requested - if I have I’m sorry. My list is a clusterfuck tbh.)

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[halorocks1214]

Hey, could I request more of that ‘Alan has cancer’ fic please? With Scott looking after Alan when he’s not feeling well, like a really tender moment?

sure! i hope you dont mind me nabbing prompt number 4. “Please stay with me.” for this. its based on the number in your URL :] (i would have also grabbed 7 for fun but theres no way im fitting that sentence in lol)

ill be accepting prompts until tomorrow morning, so get them submitted within the next 7 ish hours if you haven't yet and want to! the prompts are pinned at the top of my blog <3 (im going to bed snnnzzzz)

cw for mentions of cancer/cancer symptoms as well as chemotherapy

technical first part to this story but you don't have to read to understand

Scott vividly remembered a memory of both John and Virgil banning him from the kitchen. They already had Grandma to start fires for them, they don't need Scott helping.

But even they would have to be willing to forgive him for dabbling with their janky pancake maker considering the circumstances.

"It's started," Virgil plainly stated while standing on the other side of Scott's desk.

The brunet could only look up confused, the paper he was reading previously loosely gripped in his hand with one of his favorite pens in the other, "What started?"

Virgil sighed, but not at Scott, just at the situation in general, "I was helping Alan get ready this morning and started brushing his hair. I got about four brushes in before a clump of hair fell out."

Well, what great news to start the day off with.

"Jesus," Scott could only lightly slam the paper and pen he was holding down onto the table to push his wrists into his eyes. "Jesus Christ."

They were all expecting it to happen sooner rather than later, still didn't suck any less.

Virgil walked around to place a gentle hand on his brother's shoulder, rhythmic with his comforting rubs as much as possible, "Yep."

Scott left a hand on the side of his face as he looked out over their house with a shake of his head, staring off into space as a million thoughts raced behind his eyes, "God, why Alan out of all people, out of us? What has he done in his life to deserve this?"

Virgil shrugged his shoulders, swallowing the spit in his mouth as he proceeded to look out over the room just like Scott, "Nothing, absolutely nothing, which is why cancer sucks so much. People who get it never deserve all the pain it brings with it."

John mentioned something about eating lots of healthy things during treatment, didn't he?

Scott grabbed a cup from one of the cabinets before heading over to the fridge. Filling the plastic container to the top with some grapes, pineapple, and carrots (Alan's favorites), Scott went back to the tray to place it on there and leaned away a little bit to make sure everything on it looked presentable.

A few pancakes, a cup of juice, utensils, and now a cup of fruits and veggies.

Scott sighed while carefully grabbing the edges of the whole thing, hoping it would be enough (would anything be enough right now?).

Making his way to Alan's room quietly, he used one of his feet to prod the door open to the kid's room, leaning over the tray in his hands to peek inside. With the sun rising over the horizon and peering in from the window, the room was lit up just enough to make Alan's outline on the bed, IV and all.

For the most part, patients tended to receive their treatment in a clinic or hospital, but occasionally, with the help of an on-site nurse, chemotherapy can be given at a person's own home. With both Brains' and Virgil's expertise, it wasn't that hard convincing the staff to release Alan and to let him stay with his own family.

They weren't dumb with it, and anything they were even slightly unsure about involved inviting a private doctor to the island to help them out, but for the most part, they knew the best thing they could do for the kid was letting him be in a familiar environment he felt safe at.

With a soft 'click', the door was pushed back shut with the same foot he used to open it. Scott took a deep breath, "Alan?"

He thought he would need to speak again before the youngest finally stirred and rotated himself around to look at the door. Once he noticed who was in his room and what that person was carrying, he sat up on his hands and knees with an ear-to-ear grin, "Scott!"

Scott was sure to hide the way he wanted to grimace at how Alan sounded, "Hey Allie, I got something for ya."

Walking over to the bed, Scott leaned down to place the food on Alan's lap, grinning at how happy the smile on his face was. Sitting down on the edge of the covers, Scott crossed his arms as he stayed to make sure nothing went wrong.

Ignoring how Alan's hand trembled while holding the fork, Scott watched Alan take a bite of pancake. He hummed around the utensil in his mouth, words mumbled as he spoke with food in his mouth, "Wow, this is great! Did Virgil make this?"

Scott laughed, though it had a hint of unsureness behind it, "Um, thank you, but no, I made it."

Alan moved to munch on some grapes as he absorbed the words, "But John said you weren't allowed to use the kitchen any more?"

Dirty snitches the lot of his brothers were, sometimes. With a fond sigh, Scott reached forward and ruffled Alan's hair the softest he ever had, "Well, he can take it up with me later if it bothers him so much."

Alan giggled before continuing on and finishing the breakfast Scott made for him. Nothing else needed to be said, everything the two of them needed could be achieved by just being in each other's presence. It almost felt like an eternity, with how slowly Alan was eating, but eternity was exactly how much time Scott had for his brothers anyway.

Setting the fork down, Alan leaned back with a blissed-out sigh, "That hit the spot. Thanks again Scooter."

Scott nodded, "Of course, it was my pleasure."

The brunet stood up and stretched his arms above his head to get the knots out of his back. Before he could fully reach down to grab the tray for when he left the room, Alan shot forward and wrapped his hand around his older brother's wrist.

The grip laughably weak, yet it still tugged on Scott's heart all the same. Despite it all, Alan still had the ability to whip out an absolutely stellar pair of puppy-dog eyes, "Please stay with me."

Scott had a lot to do today. He had to sign a bunch of papers, make a few phone calls, and he still wasn't sure whether or not he needed to go to the mainland for an in-person meeting. Still, "Sure thing, bub."

As gently as he could, Scott lowered himself back onto the bed next to Alan, grabbing the now-free-of-food tray and setting it onto the table next to them. Worming his way closer to the headboard to be more comfortable, Scott had all of two seconds before Alan's head was on his shoulder and the kid's arms were wrapped around his right one.

With a fond sigh, Scott pulled out his phone, content with the idea that he'd probably be hunkering down for a while. After a few rings, he held it horizontal as John's hologram appeared before him.

He spoke quietly, "Hey John, do you mind rescheduling anything I have for today for later in the week? Something came up, I'm gonna be kind of busy."

Noticing the tuft of blond in the corner of Scott's hologram, John didn't need to be told twice, "Sure thing, Scott."

#thunderbirds #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds fanfic #scott tracy #alan tracy #cancer tw #chemo tw #angst #prompt request #answered ask #my post #my fic #ak47stylegirl

[onlyhereforinteractivestories]

rules: answer 30 questions and tag 20 blogs you are contractually obligated to know better

Tagged by: @wayhavensmasonsbitch (thanks 🥰🥰🥰)

Tagging: @mahariel-theirin @arcaneraven @pralexa01 @alfenvii @brightningstar @ree-chan @themohawkhelmet @deephologramcollector-stuff @percival-19 @ezzimezzi @phakefysics @winterjoyss @screeeeam @tehgu @elxsiqn @minii-mint @shamelessfestpeanut @ottomatonic @luuuusa @welpiwelpwelp - a lot are from the TWC!!! group chat, hope you guys will do it too, this was really fun to do

Name/nickname: Real name's Meg, no established nickname, rlly just onlyhereforinteractivestories 😂

Gender: Female

Star sign: idk about that? if this means zodiac sign then it's Capricorn ♑

Height: 5'0.... FLAT

Time: 7:48 pm from where I am

Birthday: January 5

Favorite bands: TOO MANY TO MENTION! Off the top of my head, I'd just give All Time Low, Pierce the Veil, Mayday Parade, My Chemical Romance, The Maine, Neck Deep... I could go on 😂

Favorite solo artists: AAAAA tbh i don't really have one. Maybe just local artists but idk if anyone here would recognize them 😢

Song stuck in my head: Wannabe by ITZY

Last movie: Murder Mystery

Last show: Friends ❤️ (im comforted by it and im using this series to help me drift off to sleep)

When did you create this blog: i thinkkk last year? Or the year before that? OMG i dont even remember 😂

What do I post: Memes and other stuff, primarily for Wayhaven Chronicles ❤️ sometimes I also post about anime

Last thing I googled: genshin impact lost riches seelies (i thought each have their own bonus, turns out it's just accessory)

Do I get asks: Nah

Why I chose my url: cuz srsly I just got to tumblr because of The Wayhaven Chronicles and other hosted games and COG's. But now lmao even the other content's great 👌

Following: 31

Followers: 92 (im still shocked by the number 😂)

Average hours of sleep: I'm guessing 5-6 hours 😢 college is stressful

Lucky number: prolly just a fave number , which is 5, cuz it's my birthday 😂

Instruments: I know how to play piano, guitar, ukulele, bass guitar, flute... But I'm NOT really good in playing :') i played keyboards once in a band tho but I'm still not really set on my skill

What I'm wearing: shorts and a tank top, cuzzz tropical country lol

Dream job: Generally, I want a career focusing in environmental conservation. So I chose chemical engineering, and hopefully one day I would be a chemical engineer✨

Dream trip: Greece, cuz of the game Assassin's Creed Odyssey ❤️ andddd New York

Last book I read: If you're asking for a "book," then a chemistry one 😂. Kidding aside, the last novel I read was The Tale of Two Cities

Favorite food: Legit, too many. My ultimate faves go from American to Italian to the local cuisines here, but if I have to pick hmmm, PASTRIES (which is still vague lmao)

Nationality: Filipino! Other Pinoys here, hello sa inyo ❤️

Favorite song: AAAAAA this is the question I'm dreading to get 😂 If I REALLY have to pick, then Wonderwall by Oasis

Top three fictional universes: The Wayhaven Chronicles, Boku no Hero Academia, Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood

#srsly thanks for the tag 🥺 #this was fun to do after a stressful day

[uglypastels]

4-73

Here it goes 

4. What do you think about most?

You ;) lmao, no uhhhhh... food? 

5: What does your latest text message from someone else say?

from my bf: Hi bb 

6: Do you sleep with or without clothes on?

with 

7: What’s your strangest talent?

that I have none 

8: Girls… (finish the sentence); Boys… (finish the sentence)

Girls like spaghetti, Boys like spaghetti-os (WHY WAS THIS THE FIRST THING THAT CAME UP IN MY HEAD)

9: Ever had a poem or song written about you?

i have unfortunately, it’s like a tradition here that for secret Santa, you write a matching poem for the person you picked, so i’ve had a few poems written for me... all horrible. 

10: When is the last time you played the air guitar?

I prefer drums lol, today (In the Air Tonight by Phil Collins) 

11. Do you have any strange phobias? 

Needles for sure, but if we really are talking strange, than it’s not of heights, but dropping something from high up. Or falling. actually, not even from high up, even like a bridge, or a manhole. i’m so fucking scared of dropping anything anywhere and not being able to get it back. 

12: Ever stuck a foreign object up your nose?

lmao i had this barbie bracelet that looked like a septum ring and i loved to pretend i had one. so technically up my nose, but almost.

13: What’s your religion?

Atheist <3 

14. If you are outside, what are you most likely doing? 

walking back home 

15: Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?

BEHIND

16: Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band?

5SOS???

17. What’s the most recent lie you told? 

that i liked the result of my group project

18: Do you believe in karma?

yeah

19: What does your URL mean?

pastels that are ugly

20: What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength?

weakness: anxiety, strength: creativity

21: Who is your celebrity crush?

Tom Holland

22: Have you ever gone skinny dipping?

yup, it was kinda boring alone lol

23: How do you vent your anger?

unhealthily (is that even a word?) 

24: Do you have a collection of anything?

books, pins/badges, and i used to collect angel (figurines) when i was younger)

25: Do you prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online?

on the phone

26: Are you happy with the person you’ve become?

No

27: What’s a sound you hate; sound you love?

hate: i answered this before and said children crying, but they don’t even have to be crying.  love: rain <3 

28: What’s your biggest “what if”?

What if I didn’t fail my classes two years ago (cause that's when my life went to complete shit) 

29: Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens?

Yes. Yes. (or at least, I’d like them to be real) 

30: Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm.

right: tablet, left: pack of Arizona ice tea 

31: Smell the air. What do you smell?

nothing??? 

32: What’s the worst place you have ever been to?

uhhh... i can’t remember

33: Choose: East Coast or West Coast?

neither

34: Most attractive singer of your opposite gender?

Harry Styles 

35: To you, what is the meaning of life?

42

36: Define Art.

something that should have been fun in the process of making, but eventually just makes you want to gauge out your eyeballs and then cry :) 

37: Do you believe in luck?

sure?? 

38: What’s the weather like right now?

windy and it just stopped raining <3 

39: What time is it?

11:16pm

40: Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed?

Nope, and because of the idea of crashing, i probably never will

41: What was the last book you read?

The Executioner, by Chris Carter

42: Do you like the smell of gasoline?

Absolutely not, trauma triggers <3

43: Do you have any nicknames?

Zuzia is already a nickname (well, diminutive, same thing) 

44: What was the last film you saw?

I watched a part of Dolittle???

45: What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had?

I broke my wrist

46: Have you ever caught a butterfly?

no, never even tried

47: Do you have any obsessions right now?

yeah

48: What’s your sexual orientation?

don’t know, don’t really care

49: Ever had a rumour spread about you?

during a student exchange with a polish school, everyone thought i was dating of the dudes from that school (ngl i did have a crush on him and we did hold hands on a trip to Amsterdam AND he let me borrow his raincoat when we arrived back at school and i still had to cycle home while he was going back with car but FAKE NEWS) 

50: Do you believe in magic?

same with ghosts and aliens, i hope it’s real

51: Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong?

nah

52: What is your astrological sign?

Sagittarius

53: Do you save money or spend it?

save

54: What’s the last thing you purchased?

a few bday presents for my mom :) 

55: Love or lust?

love

56: In a relationship?

YUP <3 

57: how many relationships have you had? 

2 (and that half one with a polish guy since it was rumoured but still cute lol)

58: Can you touch your nose with your tongue?

nope

59: Where were you yesterday?

in bed

60: Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you?

yes. boxes

61: Are you wearing socks right now?

sure am

62: What’s your favourite animal?

zebra??

63: What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you?

humor?? idk people dont like me 

64: Where is your best friend?

at home

65: Give me your top 5 favourite blogs on Tumblr.

@spiderrrling @captainpeggy40 @duskholland @justasmisunderstoodasloki @appreci 

66: What is your heritage?

Polish (and Dutch?? eh kinda?) 

67: What were you doing last night at 12AM?

texting my boyfriend uwu

68: What do you think is Satan’s last name?

Johnson

69: Be honest. Ever gotten yourself off?

yeah

70: Are you the kind of friend you would want to have as a friend?

sure

71: You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do?

cry and try to get him out of the canal, fall in myself by doing so probably

72: You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid?

a) i would tell my family and closest friends b&c) no idea 

73: You can only have one of these things; trust or love.

trust

happy now? 

#uglypastels answers #spiderrrling

[planetbass]

I FORGOT WHAT EMOJIS I WAS GONNA SEND BC OF WHAT U NAMED UR ASKBOX SO I HAD TO LOOK AT EM AGAIN DHJSSHDJ BUT HQ 🎥 💕 🏳️‍🌈

i accidentally xed out of this tab im going to commit kermit falling off roof vine. anyways im going to recreate the fuckign 500 words id already written best i can i guess. on the bright side, this draft will probably be much better than whatever nonsensical stuff i’d written before i accidentally thanosed it.

i Just changed my inbox name the other day but i dont remember what it is...... im sure it was something i thought was funny at like 3 am......

🎥 do you have any favorite scenes from your [special interest]?

SO fucking many. umm here r a few ig off the top of my head

the first thing that comes to mind is. the fucking scene where. theyre at training camp and hinata thinks there’s a . lost child among them or something and it’s fucking dark and scary and dramatic but it turns out it was just noya with his hair down (which added like 2 inches to his height)

any and all of the scenes in s2 with the 3rd gym squad (bokuto, kuroo, akaashi, hinata, tsukishima). 

in the manga, kuroo’s backstory abt how his shyness was “worse than [kenma’s]”

literally ANY and ALL times kuroo and daishou interact because theyre so fucking funny

kuroo: h

daishou: i hope youf ucking die i hate you i h

💕 tell us about one of your favorite characters and why you like them!

tit i cant believe you DO this to me when you KNOW how much i already talk about him and love him....

i think it really comes down to the fact that i see a lot of myself in him. it seems weird at first maybe, but when it comes down to his core character... similar. i identify with him a lot. he’s also a huge comfort character. poor kuroo suffers under all of my vent writing. it’s surprising i dont kin him but you never know i guess. 

idk if it still happens (it probably does tbh :unamused:) but he used to be characterized as like. extroverted sexy mccool guy by the fanbase and it was weird cuz kuroo is . A HUGE NERD. WHAT SORT OF KID, WHEN FIFTEEN YEARS OLD, DROPS THE TERM DOCOSAHEXAEONIC ACID INTO AN INSULT. his hair has no product in it to look Hot or anything it is not on purpose it is his natural, shitty bedhead from sleeping weird. he acts like a dumbass sometimes bc he’s a goofy guy, but he’s also SUPER smart. n people brush him off/think he’s joking when he says “i’m always this nice” but he IS he’s one of the most selfless characters. he’s really considerate and he helps people no matter what, even when he doesn’t have to - like when he helped tsukki during the training camp (not just on his technique, but he also helped him find his passion for volleyball) despite wanting to go up AGAINST tsukki’s team in nationals. not to mention that he wants karasuno to get better because he wants his team and karasuno to have an official match together to please his coach. AND despite winning against nohebi in the semifinals, when a group of strangers bash nobehi for their slimy tactics to scrape up points and gain the favor of the refs, kuroo DEFENDS nohebi even though he didn’t have to and when he has personal rivalry against their team’s captain. i will also stand by the fact that he’s anxiety disordered™. he just feels like a very real character to me n . i just love him a lot.

🏳‍🌈 do you have any headcanons (lgbt, race, neuro, etc) that are important to you?

yeah! a lot!

my biggest is that kuroo had/has selective mutism (n ppl can also interpret it as autism ! i just prefer sm bc thats what i got). that’s like. the One i will live and die by and it’s another reason why i really love him so much and that i see myself in him more than anyone else. as a teen and almost-adult i see him as still having some residual social anxiety due to the childhood disorder, and he’s hella depressed as well cuz it be like that. also for self-projection reasons i like arokuroo (i have that url stolen lol). ive never had a distinct sexuality headcanon for him, either pan or gay in my thoughts, but also since i see myself in him its hard for me to. do that ig?? idk lol

bokuto has adhd. i really support that one as well. he’s also ace!! he’s the ace ace!! i also like to see him as somewhat arospec, but in the sense that he’s just not really interested in that sort of thing? but he is still just... head over heels for akaashi.

akaashi has general anxiety n some social anxiety and also the pression. he’s GAY babey . ALSO he’s a he/him non-binary

kenma social anxiety babie. i mean, that’s literally canon. he has social anxiety. he’s also demi n trans. 

daishou is bi. i also write him as having paranoia. 

ask me abt any character n i can probably spit something out for u regarding lgbt headcanons. there’s too many to cover. 

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Do We Role Play?: yes when i fucking remember my longer drafts gdhufdhs

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An AU Idea For Our Muses: well i know we had that drrr thing but idk i think i accidentally forgot abt that oops

A Song For Our Muses: off the top of my head i aint got much unless i can think of a song expressing how annoying renji is to tem. afton and tem? to be announced.

Do I Ship Our Muses?: hm. u know. i know u joked around abt afton and tem hooking up but since then im :eyes:

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Overall Opinion: tem’s a little shit tsundere and i love her v much. not really a tsun but sometimes acts like it. also.

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Happy Thanksgiving!

Whether you celebrate Thanksgiving or not, I hope you're all having a wonderful day today! I'm gonna be a big fat sap and talk about how much I love all of my friends and acquaintances I've met on this site, and how thankful I am to have each and every one of you in my life!! I wish I had the time to write something personal for each and every one of you, but as it stands I am supervising a teenager and a toddler so I'm gonna paint broad strokes lol

@oftrepeated my roommate and irl best friend, the person I am most thankful for in my life outside of my mom and my brother, and the only real life person allowed to know how God Awful I actually am lol

@valiantwolf we dont talk much but you are one of the oldest friends I have on this site and I think abt you all the time, I hope you're doing well 💖

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@tmakisamajiki and @red-velvet-wings my sheith buds!! it's been a while but both of y'all reached out to me when I was in need of someone to fangirl with and I hella appreciated it!! expect me back in both of your dms when the new season comes out B)

@elementalwolf18 god I could not have asked for a better co-mod for RFA18. I was so anxious about accepting help from someone i didn't know but your knowledge was invaluable and I'm so glad we've been on the same page pretty much every step of the way. plus, you ended up being a great friend!

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#rae.txt #i'm such a sap ily all so much #i hope you are doing wonderful i hope i made someone smile 💖💖💖 #this isnt really a follow forever bc i have a lot of friends that i dont follow for one reason or another but!! #ive been wanting to do something like this for a while bc im a sap who loves my friends #and i figured what better time than thanksgiving!!! #i am eternally thankful for all of youuuu #friend tag

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What I post about: Kpop and uh anything that interests me i guess?? lots of shitposting so idk why yall follow me

Favorite band/artist: so!! stray kids, golden child, lovelyz, infinite, bts, got7, day6 and like a lot more i cant remember off the top of my head asdfg

Song stuck in my head: lullaby by got7 hehe

Last song played: i loved you by day6 (im so fucking soft for them you dont understand)

URL meaning: like im p sure i explained this before but fan because im a fangirl goddess bc im obv one duh and 817 was the bd of my ex-crush who i no longer like ;;; lmao should i change the numbers to my own bd?? tell me guys!!

Nationality: :))) asian

Last movie I watched: fuck dude i have no fuckin g idea um a harry potter movie?? 

Last series I watched: we’re talking years back my dude i dont remember

Average hours of sleep: like anywhere from 6 to 8 hours if im lucky :D

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In-Between Collection #2 Scene 1

First Day on the Job

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The Original May 31st, 2016

“You think you’re ready?”

I scowl back at Kane. He waves a green slip of paper at me.

I hate that I don’t actually regret signing back on with the Scouts. I hate how many of my friends have either turned their backs on me or warned me against this, and that I still don’t regret it. I hate that I’m doing so well, both in the clan and out. I hate how much credit Kane takes for my success.

I hate how quick I am to snatch the paper from his hand.

“This one asked for you.” Kane crosses his arms, his customary grin still firmly in place. “It took us a while to figure that out, though, ‘cause it’s not a name we recognized.”

It’s a green slip, miscellaneous. It could be anything, depending on how incompetent the one who made the job was. Some people choose green because they’re too lazy to find the accurate category. I don’t look at the paper, though.

“Who did they ask for?”

“Copycat.”

My blood cools. I have to bite my tongue to keep from sucking in a breath, from saying something, from accusing Kane of lying. I watch Kane long enough for him to tilt his head in a silent question.

I turn away to read the slip of paper.

Request date: 10/10/2015 Renewal date: 03/14/2016 Category: Miscellaneous Contact: Bill Cipher Requested Scout: Copycat Start date: 05/30/2016 Due Date: 08/31/2016 Job notes: Break Stanford Pines to pieces and shards. Play on my home turf and see who comes out on top.

“I already found the door to the universe you need to go to,” Kane goes on. “You can start anywhere as long as you finish the job in time.”

I nod idly and fold the slip. I walk away without another word, back down the hall with The Lounge in mind. Kane says something else, but I don’t look back. I hardly even hear him.

I need to talk to Cipher. To do that, I’m assuming I’ll need to play his game. He might accuse me of copying him, but I’ve been on this train a long time before I ever heard of that tortilla chip.

I’d better get started.

~-S-~

I’ve never been to New Jersey.

I mean, I’ve never even been off the west coast before. Not to mention, this is fifty years in my world’s past. I know for a fact that this universe might not be accurate to the real New Jersey of the time, but—

I shake my head to dislodge the thought. I only have a few months to do this job. I can’t get myself caught up thinking about how the doors interpret the places I haven’t been. I still need to find the Pines twins.

“It’s muggy as hell here,” Kane notes, and I glare daggers back at him.

“You didn’t have to follow me.”

“I did, actually.” He shrugs it off and strides ahead of me. “You’re my responsibility until the council says otherwise.”

I cross my arms and follow him up Glass Shard Beach High School’s steps. Other students dot the campus, acting as teenagers do in any decade. I startle at a shout behind me, but I don’t take my eyes from Kane’s back.

He’s playing the role of guardian this time, and I can’t stand it. I get that I need someone to get the school to let me in, I do, but I don’t need a babysitter from the Scouts.

This is supposed to be my job, even if it’s my first real day back.

“Relax.” Kane opens the door and gestures me in, which earns him another scowl. “I’ll stay out of your hair unless you ask for help.”

As if.

I’ve moved to a new school before, so I know the whole deal. Kane signs papers and jokes with a secretary while I fuss with a nervous counselor about classes. I end up needing to get Kane to press the guy into actually putting me into the classes I want—‘girls’ don’t normally go into these courses, apparently.

He expresses surprise at receiving a new student so late in the year and eventually asks where I’m from. I have to glance at a calendar on the wall to catch that it’s early April.

“I’m staying with my uncle for a couple years,” I tell him. “But I’m coming in from Oregon.”

“That’s some way away.”

He hands over a schedule. He’s written in my classes, and that throws me off until I remember it’s 1966. I’d assumed it would be typed, but I suppose there’s no point in wasting the time. All of the classes are the ones I need.

Still, I smile at the man.

“Thank you. It’s weird to be so far from home.”

A bell sounds, and the counselor waves me away. I have classes to get to, after all.

Kane opens the door for me again and nudges me with an elbow.

“Good luck, kid.”

And he’s gone.

I weave through students without consulting my schedule. I memorized the classes I would need to take for this to work, I know where I need to go. I have everything mapped out already.

I turn a corner in time to see the boy barreling down the hall. I barely turn my head, enough to recognize him, and let him run into me.

I almost manage to stay upright. Gravity wins out in the end, though, and I stumble, teeter, and fall flat on my back.

“Stanley!”

I put a hand to my head and prop myself up.

“She came outta nowhere!”

I look up to see two nearly identical brown-haired boys hovering over me. They both reach out a hand, then glance at each other. I laugh and grasp both of them to clamber to my feet.

Just the twins I was hoping to see.

“I’m so sorry for my brother,” the one with glasses huffs, but the look he shoots the other is good natured. “I’m Stanford.”

“And I’m Stanley. Pines.” Stan claps a hand on my shoulder with a grin. “You oughta look where you’re going.”

“You two weren’t exactly keeping your eyes peeled.” I roll my eyes and dig into my pocket to find my already crumpled schedule. “You wouldn’t happen to know where room 4 is, would you?”

Ford brightens up.

“You have Mr. Ellis first period?” he asks.

I nod and hand over my schedule. He looks it over and his brows shoot up. Stan peers over his shoulder and gives an impressed whistle.

“Told you someone’d come along and give you a run for your money, Sixer.”

Stanford gives his brother a withering look and hands my schedule back.

“I can show you to Mr. Ellis’ room—” He tilts his head and waits for me to supply the end of the sentence.

I smile and push the paper back into my pocket.

“Jess. It’s wonderful to meet you both. We should get to class, yeah?”

When Stanley breaks off to head to his own class, Stanford asks where I’m from. It doesn’t take a genius to realize I’m new or that I’m not from around here. It’s a fun segue into how I got interested in science.

He almost seems reluctant when we have to quiet down for class to begin.

He was easier to hook than I thought.

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[awriterincrime]

Committed - Harry Hook x Reader(OC)

Prompt : Aaliyah(reader), the daughter of Princess Tiana and Prince Naveen, is arranged a husband to maintain the legacy of Maldonia. What she didn’t expect was who she would be arranged with.

Rating : T

Warnings : Few curse words, but other than that, none.

A/N : Sooo, I watched  Descendants 2 yesterday, and I am in love with Harry Hook (and Uma), so I just spat this out last night. I haven’t seen the first movie, so i apologize if i got any characterization wrong. Send me feedback plz! I love off it! This will most likely become a miniseries. But click here to message me if you want a part 2!

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Part 2 / Part 3

Commitment Day. The dream of any princess, except Aaliyah, of course.

Commitment day was a tradition for the children of royalty here in Auradon. To keep the royal legacy alive, the kingdom would have a huge ceremony where each royal would be paired with another. The mirror of Auradon would display the name of each royal’s true pair, and the two would be married off within the year. And today, on Aaliyah's 18th birthday, she would be paired with the person she would spend the rest of her life with. How exciting.

Aaliyah frowned as the designers continued to primp and poke her sides with needles as they fitted her gown for the evening. It was a soft lacy green that hugged her sides, and trailed behind her. It just like the dress her mother, Queen Tiana, was married in. She balanced a small silver tiara on her head as she tried to stand still in her high platform shoes.

"Oh, would you hold still?" Evie groaned repeatedly as she tried to place Aaliyah as still as possible. Evie and Aaliyah had become friends immediately when she first came from the Isle. While Mal would always be like a sister to Evie, Aaliyah was second best. Evie always told Aaliyah that her blunt attitude made her nostalgic for the Isle, and how well Aaliyah would have fit in there. "I would stop moving if you would stop poking me with that stupid needle." Aaliyah groaned, her feet aching in the five inch platforms that Evie had forced on her. "Who even wears shoes this high?" "I do. Now stay." Evie backed away from Aaliyah's stumbling figure on the platform, and admired her new creation from afar. "Perfect. You look beautiful." "Let's just hope my future husband thinks so." Aaliyah rolled her eyes at the thought, then hobbled over to a nearby chair to rest. Evie frowned at the disappointment in Aaliyah's voice.

"Oh come on, Lia." Evie sighed happily. "You're not excited to meet the one guy on this earth who is perfect for you? Who's going to fall in love with you no matter the flaw? Will love you no matter what?" Evie danced around happily as she thought of her sweetheart boyfriend Doug who she has been going strong with for almost a year now.

"This is coming from the girl who found her guy, on her own. Commitment day is nothing more than an arranged marriage. It's all politics." Aaliyah sighed in relief as she pulled off her deathly heels and let her feet relax on the cool wood floor. "And besides, what if I don't even like the guy?"

To say Aaliyah had doubts would be the understatement of the century. She hated the ideas of arranged marriage, hell, marriage in general. She knew she had what it took to be a ruler all by herself, and another person in her life would just get in the way. She tried, even begged with her parents to miss the ceremony, but her mother said her journey as princess wasn’t finished yet, and that she was “almost there”.

“Lia, I can understand if you’re scared, but you shouldn’t be. The mirror isn’t going to give you anything you can’t handle.” Evie grabbed a few makeup brushes and began to pat and dab at Aaliyah’s face. “It was made to make your life better. So you can be the best Queen of Maldonia. Why not share that with someone you’re destined to be with?”

Aaliyah hated how Evie made it seem so easy. Evie was always so lighthearted and hopeful, but Aaliyah had somehow become the pessimist. “But why do I have to share it? Why can’t I be a queen in my own right?” Aaliyah cried out in frustration.

Evie sighed, shaking her head. “Aaliyah, no one is taking that away from you. No one can take that away from you.”

Aaliyah looked up at her friend with a pout, “But what if I’m not good enough, Evie? What if my parents want em to do this because they know I need someone else to rule, and they don't trust me to be Queen?”

Evie kneeled down to Aaliyah’s height, smiling at her. “You know  that your parents are so proud of you, and you’re going to be the best queen there is. They just want you to be happy. And if you really don’t want to marry, then will figure it out later, alright?”

Aaliyah sighed with a smile. “Why do you always know exactly what to say?”

“It’s my specialty.” Evie laughed as the two hugged. “Now, let's get you ready for that ceremony.”

Aaliyah had never felt nerves like this before. The ceremony had started a little less than an hour ago, and she was sat on a stage in front of thousands of people, about to be told who she was destined to marry. As much as she didn't want to think about it, it was eating away at her. Her stomach tied in knots and she was fighting the strong urge to throw up all over the marble stage.

Fairy Godmother was hosting the ceremony and had been rambling on about the importance of marriage and love for what felt like hours. Aaliyah was sure she was going to puke if she had to hear the words “love”, “trust” and “matrimony” one more time.

Suddenly, the castle’s royal bells chimed loudly, signaling it was time for the decisions to be made.  Aaliyah’s breath hitched at the sound, a numbness flowing through her body.

She was eighth in line for the announcement. Some of her friends had gone already, some cheerful with their decisions, others more calm, yet no one seemed upset. Aaliyah didn't know what she was expecting, but everything seemed too good to be true.

"Princess Aaliyah of Maldonia." Fairy Godmothers’ melodic voice and the screams of the crowd interrupted her intrusive thoughts as she stood and did her best not to fall in her faulty shoes. She waved politely at the crowd, even blowing a kiss here and there to some. She watched every smiling face, everyone so excited for her to find her one true love. Everyone, except her. She made her way to the platform, where her mother and father stood behind her, smiling at her with excitement. The joy in their eyes was enough to convince Aaliyah. She needed to do this, for them. She stood proudly, nodding at Fairy Godmother to continue and display the name of her future husband. "And the future husband of princess Aaliyah and king of Maldonia is...." Fairy Godmother looked down into the magic mirror that has displayed the name. Aaliyah dared not to peek, nor wanting to react too early and ruin the surprise. The silence and suspense was killing her. Had the others waited this long for their names? Maybe the mirror was broken, or wasn't working right now. The crowd hadn’t screamed with excitement like she had expected, rather a large gasp. She turned her head swiftly to take a peek at the mirror, hoping to see a name. When she looked, all she saw was a look of horror in Fairy Godmother’s eyes. Aaliyah sighed with despair. "Oh no..."

Down at the Isle, Harry laughed loudly as he watched Gil fumble around the bar with drinks in hand. Gil was probably the clumsiest person he knew, but watching him trip over his own legs was just as enjoyable as the first time.

"Aye, I must say, the boy's legs are as faulty as wooden ones." Harry joked to Uma who was sat beside him, enjoying the same show. "He's a plague unto himself. It's only a matter of time before he breaks something." Uma laughed before turning away to focus on something else. Harry remained in his seat, admiring the mess of the Isle. As long as he could remember, the disgust and filth of the Isle was a home. His father had taught him the ways of the island, and he had done the same for his sisters, Harriet and CJ. He had eventually worked his way to the top of the hierarchy, next to Uma of course. He was practically a king in the Isle's eyes, and his power was something he wasn't willing to give up. "Uma! Uma!" A loud shriek grabbed the attention of the entire bar as a small child came rushing through the main doors. He looked frantically across the room, searching for Uma's presence. Harry, wanting to have a little fun, approached the small child with a mischievous grin. "What do you think you're doing here, child?" Harry barked, hooking the collar of the child's coat into his hand and lifting him off the ground. The gaze of fear in the child's eyes gave Harry a rush of power. "This is no place for little ones." "I-I must speak to Ms.Uma." The child stuttered nervously as he quivered in the mere presence of Harry and his hook. "I don't know, she doesn't take well to intruders." Harry pulled a small sword from his side pocket and let it dance between his fingers. "Shall I deal with you myself?"

In all honesty, Harry would never harm a child, especially one so young. But his image as the son of Hook was apparent and needed to be proven to everyone. The eyes of the people of the Isle were on him constantly, and he had to show who was in charge.

"Put him down, Harry." Uma's gruff voice sounded from the back room, stepping into the dim light. "He's one of our lookouts." Harry took a second look at the shivering child before placing him back down on the ground. "Since when have you been recruiting lookouts?" "Ever since Mal and crew "visited" the Isle, I wanted to be sure of those who entered our home." Uma told Harry. "Now what is it?" The child attempted to speak again, slightly out of breath from the struggle with Harry. "Aurodan officials, on the border, headed here." He panted quietly. "What? Auradon is here?" Uma shouted.The whole bar has gone quiet, just the low growls of customers who were similarly confused. "Why is Auradon on our shores?" Harry growled at the whimpering child. "For you, Sir Hook." A smooth voice erupted the noise in the bar. Glancing at the front doors, three men in golden blazers with the Auradon symbols pressed on their chests stood proudly as they stared down at Harry. "Me?" Harry gaped in awe. What would a pirate like him have to do with Auradon. "Aye, mate. Whatever you think I did, you're wrong. I haven't stepped foot on Auradon." "That is not the reason we are here." A man chimed in before unveiling a large scroll. "Sir Harold Hook, by the power of the Godmother’s magic mirror, you have been arranged to be the husband of Princess Aaliyah, and future king of Maldonia." Arranged? Husband? King? Harry's head was now spinning as the others all gasped in shock amongst each other. He could hear the indistinct whispers of the crowd. How could someone like him be arranged with a princess. He was a pirate, not a prince. "What are you talking about? Harry isn't any king. He's a pirate." Uma barked at the Auradon officials. Harry could see the anger flowing through Uma’s veins. He was her right hand man, and no one would take him away from that. "The decision has been made by the mirror. It is irreversible and must be followed." One of the men chimed. "We have arranged for Sir Hook to travel to Auradon to meet his wife and her family. You, sir, must come with us." The men reached out their hands towards Harry, but in shock, Harry whipped out his sword in defense. The men leaned back with hesitation.

"Whoa, whoa, Harry isn't leaving." Gil stepped toward his friends side, glaring at the Auradon men. "Harry is a man of the Isle, and your ways in Auradon will never change that.” Uma growled, followed by a few other pirates from the crew. The whole gang had now swarmed in front of the men, Harry, Uma and Gil leading the pack.

Harry slyly approached the officials, carefully aiming his hook at their throats. The men did their best to hold their ground, but Harry just laughed at the pure fear in their eyes.

“If your little princess wants to marry me, Harry snatched the scroll from the official's hands, carefully dipping his hook into a bottle of ink, and signing the bottom. “Tell her where she can find me.”

“I should have known. God, I’m so stupid!” Aaliyah cried out as she paced back and forth across her dorm floor. Evie was sat carefully on her bed with Doug, both trying to calm Aaliyah down. “I knew I shouldn’t have agreed to this mess.”

“There is no way you could have known, Aaliyah.” Doug tried to comfort her. “No one knows what the mirror is going to say until it's said.”

“There has to be a mistake, right? The mirror, it glitched. Or maybe it thought I was someone from the Isle. My father isn’t from Auradon, that's why, right?”

Evie looked at Aaliyah with concern. “The mirror’s magic is extremely powerful. I don’t think it got anything wrong. I think, Harry Hook is supposed to be your husband.”

Aaliyah turned towards her friend, her mind filled rage and confusion. “How could you say that, Evie? He’s a pirate. He lives on the Isle, he’s a villain!”

Evie stood to face Aaliyah. “And I was just like him, Aaliyah. I am the daughter of a villain. I lived on the Isle my entire life. How am I any different than Harry?” She wasn’t angry at Aaliyah like she had expected, just hopeful.

“You didn’t want to be on the Isle, you wanted something more. You’ve told me the stories, Harry is a tyrant who only wants destruction. He’ll never be a king.” Aaliyah knew better than to compare Evie to anyone from the Isle. Even if that was her home, she was nothing like them.

“Princess Aaliyah?” The three turned to face the door, stood beside it was an Auradon guard, waiting for his approval to enter. “ We have word from Sir Harry of the Isle.”

“Come in. What did he say?” Aaliyah asked frantically, pulling the poor man into the room.

“Well, Sir Hook has refused to come to Auradon, your highness. He requested we deliver this to you.” The guard handed off a crumbled scroll to Aaliyah. She grabbed it from his hands, frantically opening it and reading this contents.

Her eyes trailed to the bottom of the page where she noticed messy handwriting scribbled in black squid ink.

“Congratulations, princess. Your husband awaits on the Isle.”

- Harry Hook

Next to the note, Harry had drawn a large pirate hook, his personal signature. Aaliyah sighed, throwing the scroll onto the ground. “This is a mess. My husband is a freaking pirate who refuses to come to Auradon.” She had begun pacing back and forth across the room again, her nerves eating at her again.

“Aaliyah, just breathe.” Evie did her best to calm the frantic princess, placing her hands on her shoulders and looking her deep in the eyes. “If you want, I will go back to the Isle tomorrow morning and try to reason with Harry.”

“What? No.” Aaliyah backed away from Evie’s presence, shocked by her confession. “You’ve done so much to get out of the Isle, what kind of friend would I be if made you go back?”

“One who needed my help. I’m willing to go back if it means helping you.” Evie held Aaliyah’s hand, and gave her a comforting look. “

“Then I’m coming with you, Evie. There’s no way I’m letting you go alone.”

Evie nodded, turning towards the royal guard. “Tell King Ben Aaliyah and I will be heading for the Isle first thing in the morning.” The guard agreed, then headed off to inform Ben of the news.

Evie’s joyful smile had turned to a solemn pout. “Are you sure you’re up for this?” Aaliyah questioned.

“For you, anything.” The girls smiled together and began to plan their arrival in the Isle.

That night, Aaliyah couldn’t sleep. She was too anxious. She had practically begged Evie to tell her stories of the Isle, mostly about Harry. While she was hesitant at first, Evie began the whole history of the Isle, and how they had all grew up. She told her stories of how Uma, Harry, and Gil became inseparable when they started their pirate crew.

As Aaliyah stared anxiously at her bedroom ceiling, she couldn’t help but --. She sat up from her bed, and looked out her window, gazing at the distant Isle.She wanted to know everything about it, she craved more. What was it like to live there, in the lowest of the lows, rather than her ivory tower? She was more curious as to what Harry was up to? Was he terrorizing some child, or wreaking havoc alongside Uma? She had to know.

Her gaze turned towards Evie’s figure, who was curled on the other bed in your room, sound asleep. Aaliyah could barely fathom the idea of having her go back to such a wretched place,somewhere she had fought so hard to leave. Without hesitation, she reached for the bag she had packed earlier for the trip. Grabbing her keys to the bikes, she quietly headed out the dorm room.

“I’m sorry, Evie.” Aaliyah whispered quietly, before shutting the door behind her. “But I have to go this alone.”

A/N : If you want more, let me know here! I live off of feedback

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Get To Know Me Tag

I was tagged by @kpopsmutbin

Rules: Answer the 30 questions

Nickname: bun

Star sign: libra

Height: 5′10″

Time: 3:46 pm

Birthday: october 5th

Favourite bands: bts (i hope im not fucking up by calling them a band...they’re a band right?) the 1975, artic monkeys, rolling stones, panic!, and if there’s more i cant remember off the top of my head rn...

Favourite solo artist: atm...dodie💛or lil peep (rip peep😭💙)

Song stuck in my head: 69 gummo (ik ik it’s a very vulgar song but my music range is ridiculous so....🤷🏽‍♀️ my playlist literally goes from rock, to rap, to opra, to old school r&b to musicals or jazz&blues)


Last movie I watched: baby driver

Last show I watched: big mouth

When did u create your blog?: like a loooooong time ago, i recently this year changed over to a rp account

What do you post?: reblogs, rp, and updates??? (if thats what you want to call them)

Do u have any other blogs?: yeah, @bunbaby7 and @callingallkpop

Do you get asks?: usually only from asks, yes

Why did u choose ur url?: b/c i run a rp blog for bts 😂

Following: like 3,000? 👀

Followers: around 180 💙💙

Favourite colors: yellow , baby blue, sage green

Average hours of sleep: whos sleep? never met her.

Lucky number: 17 & 21


What are u wearing? A shirt with the prison that my grandma used to work at logo on it, and jeans

Instruments: ukulele 💕

How many blankets to u sleep with?: three :)

Dream job: digital design artist or working in the cartoon industry

Favourite foods: brownies!!🤤

Dream trip: South Korea, Australia


Favourite song rn: La Vie En Rose - louis armstrong

( im going to gush about this song so if you don’t want to read my soft ish for this song just move on, but you’ve already read this far and probably want to know anyway;). ok so this song swells my heart with emotion, it’s actually the only thing that does. i tend to switch off my emotions quite easily and this song never fails to remind me that i have them. it gives me the image of a couple dancing in the streets of france while it’s raining. she laughs and twirls in a white dress with red poka dots ans ruby red heels as he lends out his hand in a sharp white suit. i dont think this will ever not be my favorite song because it makes the ends of my fingers tingle and makes me stop to remember i have a heart beat....does that make sense?)

I tag:

@katgirldc @cutiepielover1123 @slvttyarmy @faerie-wings @hobiminkooksprincess1990 @chucksangel @starryhotline @livlovelaugh123

#bun thoughts #get to know me #askbun

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Get to know the blogger

Ayyy since I got my laptop and @fairysquaadmother tagged me (thnkya)I did this and I hope everyone else can too!

1. Nicknames: Prophet, Marcus Garvey Head ass, Khalifa... a bunch of others

2. Gender: Male

3. Star sign: Cancer 

4. Height: 6'3

5. Time: 8:08 (no bullshit[start]) 9:02 [finish]

6. Birthday: 6/28

7. Favourite bands: Earth Wind & Fire, Commodores, Outkast, 

8. Favourite solo artist: Andre 3000

9. Song stuck in my head: that one part in 'Blessings'-Big Sean where he's like "Bitch don't give no dap to me nigga... funny thing bout talkin behind my back is it always comes back to me nigga, was off for a sec now its back to me nigga"

10. Last movie I’ve watched: I watched the end of "Creed"

11. Last show watched: watching "Ballers" right now fr

12. When did I created my blog:..... I honestly don't remember. the first tumblr I had had to be..... oh fuck like '08??? '09

13. What do I post: Things I like: Black women and positivity, lil bit a hood shit, other peoples art, "All forms of light I find that pour pure from the source"

14. Last thing I googled: Meticulous

15. Do you have other blogs: not really, just old ones I don't have access to anymore, filled with young thoughts, me being a young thot, and dick pics

17. Why did you choose your url: Its half a nickname, a claim, i'ts half How I got to the mindstate (some would call megalomania) I'm in now, and how I'll proceed with the rest of life

18. Following: 1,639 atsalot

19. Followers: 885

20. Favourite colors: Burgundy, Blood Red, Black, Brown, Green

21. Average hours of sleep: 3-4 at a time or 12-16 there is no in between

22. Lucky number: 13

23. Instruments: none really just a bunch when I was a kid like the piano, guitar, violin, saxaphon, harmonica, somemoshit.

24. What am I wearing: camo cargos, burgundy low top supras, burgundy baseball tee, red Hoodie

25. How many blankets I sleep with: Depends, summertime I be but ass naked ontop of the sheets with the window open and the fan going, winter I be under 2 comforters 3 packing blankets and 15 pillows.

26. Dream job: Super villan that everybody later finds out is the hero 

27. Dream trip: To Grand Theft Auto my way around the world, see every paradise scape there is to see, travel immaculately (like nothing but Limos, nice luxury cars, motorcycles, boats wtv) and stop in cities and places just to hit the best restaurants, throw a stupid big party (hotel, penthouse, beachside idgaf) then in the middle of the party stab out to go to the next spot. Travel like this until i dont feel like it anymore, this how imma retire

28. Favourite food: Southern BBQ food, Ribs, Roast, cornbread, potatoes carrots greens fried fish fried chicken mac & cheese,/ Fruit, like deadass any fruit, typpa nigga to eat a honey dew cantelop and watremelon in one sitting... mangoes by the bushel... cherries by the pound

29. Nationality: Space^leaving previous answer because yea, accurate

30. Favorite song now: Slippin -Waka (im back on my bullshit)

I’m tagging all these cool people cause I hope they can do this too so I can learn some more about them

@thehalfricanhoodpoet @rainbowperry82 @pleasedietrump @bl4ckroyalty @pierrenutbutterjones @paintinmyveins @princess-pen @blackprincessgoddess @lifeanditschanges @nofucksgivein

#Bless

[lattetudes]

💫 hi! my name is aira and im new in this studyblr community. i really wanna make some friends but im too scared to talk to people? (on internet too yes im a scaredy cat) i feel like i dont know what to talk about. anw college starts in august and im freaking out bc my social skill isnt that good and my only best friend is gonna be away from me:(( anw i really like art! is there any blog that focus on art? like studyblr but artblr? (does that make sense lol) if you know any pls let me know!!

i’ll leave some links to artblr / studyblrs below!if anyone else knows any, feel free to comment some! 

hi aira (: are you having a lovely summer? welcome to the studyblr community, i hope you’re enjoying yourself ( + the community itself + content + overall ambiance + i’ll stop talking now, on with the blog rate)! i want to say i completely understand that feeling. i take so long responding to pm’s / texts / emails because i’m actually afraid of rejection or saying the wrong thing. just know that you’re not alone with the ‘not knowing what to talk about’ dilemma. speaking of that, if you have any questions or concerns, feel free to message me about them! + everyone else in the community is super nice and supportive and would be happy to help you through anything you need.  it takes time to develop friendships (coming from someone who has trouble maintaining them) - i’m not going to lie - some days you are going to feel like you aren’t any good at socializing, some days you’ll feel better than okay, and some days you’ll feel like you’re on top of the world. it often starts with a simple hi. hi’s lead to how are you’s which lead to who are you’s and i’ve got so much in common with you it hurts. social skills take practice, practice, practice like everything else, much like an academic career. you have to believe in yourself and your ability conquer everything that life deems difficult to throw at you. if you’re a nice person (and i’m sure that you are, 100%), you’re already 50% there. i understand being separated from your best friend is hard - moving to a new college and place as well as something seemingly simple such as starting a blog on studyblr can be daunting - but take it one day at a time. being scared doesn’t make you a scared cat, it makes you human (: you’re a good person, remember that. as hemingway once said: all you have to do is write one true sentence. write the truest sentence that you know. apologies for the wall of text, by the way!url : hmm / cute! / simply adorable  / hello, excellence. / outstanding icon : who? / cute! / lovely just like you / perfection mobile theme : hmm / quite pretty / beautiful / shockingly perfect / stunningdesktop theme : hmm / quite pretty / beautiful / shockingly perfect / stunning original content : couldn’t find any / good! / great! / true gems / j ‘ a d o r e. following : no(t yet) / +follow / yes! / always overall : 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10era : antiquité / moyen âge / renaissance / classicisme / lumières / romantismewriter : baudelaire / horace / voltaire / la fontaine / victor hugo title : poet / philosopher / novelist / fabulist + compliments i love friends and riverdale (the cast chemistry is so amazing with both shows!). i’m head - over - heels in love with the colors + design of your icon (to start). blue is one of my favorite colors along with purple - which is why this is the first component of your mobile theme that grabbed my attention. i think that the darker, cooler tones contrast very well with the lighter colors that decorate the lenses on the inside of the glasses. adding your username was very clever, i adore that. minimalism is always a staple - be it social media, reality, or its function as simple aesthetic - that’s probably why i like your mobile theme so much. it’s simplistic, logical, and to the point. it’s so cool that you’re from indonesia by the way - i mean, i haven’t been there - (i’m just going off of what iknow) it seems like it’s very rich in cultural history. this minimalism can also be found in your desktop theme : i think that kind of fluidity is wonderful, and moreover i think it’s an extremely positive thing that you have it. the posts are a nice size + are very clear to read, permitting each of them to be highly distinguished. overall, i love how logical + simplistic everything is. i am looking foward (highly anticipating) to the original content you’re going to post in the future. (as your first post was really good!) keep up the great work!

here are a few artblrs / studyblrs:@academla​ , @allydsgn​, @abby-studies-art​ + here’s a good link to a few creative studyblrs you might be interested in!want a blog rate / name aesthetic?

#latteblogrates #asks #curiosay