#i have my hair dye appointment tomorrow morning too

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my dumbass always forgets to time things

#well i finished the sketch a little over 2 hours ago #and took a snack break to cook a second dinner (procrastinating) #sooo lining probably took and hour and a half? #which all things considered isn't that bad #for 7 frames of animation #and i really should've done a rough....things look so good in the sketch #and then you realize how horribly inconsistent things are #and have to try and fix that perfectly in the line work #it looks good though...lost a bit of energy to consistency but it's still cute #i wanted to work on the shadows #but my hand is cramped to hell and back #sooooo #i'd go eat more but i am stuffed :/ #gotta find a different way to procrastinate #OR GO TO BED #like a normal sane human #i have my hair dye appointment tomorrow morning too #rave ramblees

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It's Midnight, Cinderella, chapter 2

(Chapter 1) - (Chapter 2) - (Chapter 3) - (Fic Tag)

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How did such a good night go so wrong?

Sure, it had been a little awkward at first; Otogi had promptly ditched him to flirt with (admittedly pretty hot) girls, leaving him stranded in a sea of stuffy people in suits he didn’t have the first clue how to approach on his own. But then Seto Kaiba—and boy, was it painfully obvious it was Seto Kaiba, even with the mask—approached him first! Without prompting! Because Kaiba’s apparently into the Ouji look? Regardless of why, it had been… nice. Very nice, to just leave all the drama and troubles and bad blood at the door and talk to him (flirt with him oh god why did he do that) like a normal person. Then it had led to card games in a private room and… Honestly, why should he have been surprised that it was like foreplay to Kaiba?

Leave the masks on, they silently agreed, let’s put aside real life for a while and enjoy the moment.

He could have revealed who he was at any time, but he didn’t. His thoughts were only how good it felt to be in Kaiba’s arms, how good it felt to have Kaiba’s attention on him and solely him for once in his life, how good it would feel to have those long, elegant legs wrapped around him, and thought absolutely nothing about the potential fallout afterward.

In short, Yugi Muto got carried away, thought with his dick, and that’s why he fled home as soon as Kaiba was asleep to go dye his hair back to normal at four in the morning, quietly thanking whatever deities existed that he hadn’t styled his hair like normal and left it in its natural state. No amount of trying out a different hair color would have hid that hairstyle, that’s for sure. Jounouchi’s gonna be upset that the perfect bleaching he helped Yugi with was already being covered up, but better covered up than the alternative.

Shit. The alternative. What was he going to do now, Yugi asked himself, slumping on the couch while he waited for the 20 minutes for the dye to set to be up. What if Kaiba figures out it was him? How is he going to react? Is he going to get fired? Or worse, barred from being involved with the major players in the gaming industry? Is he going to have to focus on the indie scene, or worse, have to take over the game store?! Is it too late to follow Anzu to New York and start over there?

“Yugi? What are you doing up at this hour?”

Yugi snapped out of his anxiety spiral-induced reverie at the sound of his grandpa’s voice behind him. “Wh-what are you doing up at this hour?!”

“I asked you first, m’boy,” Grandpa asked. He gingerly poked at Yugi’s dye-saturated hair, realized what he just touched, then wiped his dye-stained finger off on the towel around Yugi’s neck. “Didn’t you just change this the other day?”

“Oh, I, uh…” Yugi wracked his brain for a quick but plausible answer and mercifully found one. “I forgot I had a piercing appointment tomorrow and want to get this done now so I won’t forget about it being there and get dye in an open wound!”

Grandpa frowned, clearly still suspicious but unable to think of a good rebuttal at this hour. “More piercings? You’re certain your workplace is all right with that?”

Yugi smirked. “I have a company-wide e-mail from Seto Kaiba himself from the last time someone complained about someone getting piercings, telling all management that he, quote, ‘doesn’t care how much metal someone has in their face if it’s not impacting their ability to work, stop wasting his and everyone else’s time with this.’ Saved it to my computer and printed it out too~”

Grandpa laughed and patted Yugi’s shoulder. “Ho, ho! That’s my boy!” He paused for a moment, then let out a bit of a sigh. “Anyway, don’t forget to get some rest when you’re done with this, all right? Staying up all night isn’t good for you.”

“I will, Grandpa,” Yugi lied. Like hell he was getting any sleep when he was in panic mode like this. Thankfully, his grandfather took him at his word, but not without one more worried glance before leaving.

Once Grandpa was out of sight, Yugi started to flop down on one side on the couch, but suddenly remembered the hair dye and caught himself before the wet hair touched anything. His life was difficult enough at the moment; he doesn’t need Mom complaining about dye stains on the furniture on top of it. Again. He settled instead for slouching forward, staring at the floor, until it occurred to him to pull out his phone from his pocket and stare at that instead.

He really should talk to someone about this, but who? Anzu would commiserate with him, but it would be early afternoon for her off in New York; she’d probably be at a rehearsal or something. There’s also Jounouchi, but hearing him talk shit about Kaiba was not what Yugi needed right now. Honda, maybe? Yugi shook his head; they’re close enough, but not close enough to wake him up over this disaster. Bakura’s right out; he’s the god-king of wandering into trouble and making it everyone else’s problem himself. There’s always Hanasaki, he supposed, but he was prepping for midterms or something and did not need this added to his load either…

Finally, he asked himself, Otogi, maybe? It’s his damn fault he was even at the damn party anyway. But no, Yugi decided, remembering the circle of women surrounding the man before he went off with Kaiba. There’s no way Otogi was alone and he wasn’t interrupting that. At best, he’d get an invitation to join, and any other day that’d be tempting, but again, this was not what Yugi needed right now.

Yugi heaved a sigh and flopped backwards, leaning heavily against the back of the couch, head reclined back as far as it would comfortably go. He thought for a split second about what to do, but then he remembered. The hair dye.

FUCK.

He leapt to his feet and spun around to see a great big splotch of purplish pink, then bolted to the bathroom to get a wet washcloth to hopefully clean it up before it set. Dye job first, he told himself, then worry about what to do next. It’s not like he didn’t have all day to figure something out, after all.

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Meanwhile, back at the hotel room, Seto Kaiba was sitting on the edge of the bed, pondering his next move.

He had been sleeping more peacefully than he had in years, but when he turned over in his sleep, his arm fell onto… nothing. The other man’s lithe form was no longer next to him, nor any trace of his warmth left in his place. A quick check of the room and adjoining bathroom proved he was no longer there, period, and a brief check of his belongings showed nothing was missing, save for his mask—he presumed the man grabbed the wrong one in his haste—and, infuriatingly enough, the business card the man had given him.

At least corporate espionage seemed to be off the table as a motive for the man’s quick retreat, Seto thought; with everything that’s happened in his life, a honeypot operation targeting him wasn’t out of the question. Not that he thought anyone would be bold enough to try, with how utterly apathetic he was about… well, being with anyone that way, to be frank.

Which, honestly, was what made this hurt, and what he was blaming for the urge to fight his cynical first impulse to let this matter drop and chalk it up to a passing whim and people being shitty yet again.

He growled quietly, running a hand through his hair. What was wrong with him; why couldn’t he just let this go as an obvious mistake, a momentary lapse of judgment? The man clearly wasn’t taking this as seriously as he was, if the bastard could just run away like this. Still, something nagged at him, something he couldn’t quite put a finger on, but he was very clearly missing something in all of this and it was absolutely infuriating.

He picked up his pants from the floor, fished out his phone, and opened a notes app. He needed a guest list, he typed into it, and started typing out a description of what the man looked like and what he could remember the man saying to him. Also, a description of the man his target was the plus one for, not that he got a terribly long or clear look at him. Still, combined with the guest list, what he did notice could be illuminating. If he could find the “date” that ditched the target, maybe he could get the target’s damned name.

For better or worse, Seto Kaiba was a man who, when his personal curiosity took over, could not be stopped until it was satisfied, and this was going to be no exception to that.

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Taking Erik To The Beauty Supply Store 2 / Barber Shop With Erik

Erik Killmonger x Black Reader

Warnings : mature/sexual conversations?

it's a regular day in the stevens household. going to the beauty supply store again & the barber shop but hey it's fun cause it's you and your man.

First taking Erik to the beauty supply store fic:

“I could beat the brake off her lying ass. First of all, I should’ve known something was up cause she asked me if I’m natural. I said yes. She said well I normally do relaxed hair.. Then said you got to have your hair washed and blow dried already… Talking about she was going to have me serving 90s Nia Long. This bitch got me looking like big momma when she came home for that motherfucking party.” You continue your rant as Erik moves around the room looking for your body butter and your fluffy shoes to put on for the day.

You wanted a cute 90s pixie cut to go along with the theme of the maternity shoot which was like the cheesy 90s mall style set with the faded backdrop.

180 dollars and a lopsided , almost a golden bob later and you are still thinking about snatching her out of that salon.

“I’m gonna try and trim it up myself and dye it before the maternity photos tomorrow. But I’mma get two wigs just in case I mess up.” You explain to Erik as he begins to spread the body butter up your legs leaving a golden glow on your skin.

“Not you down there cackling after getting some hang time on the locs you been growing since high school... It’s quiet, ain't no back talk.” You banter with him and he stops massaging your legs to give you a look and laughs softly before giving you a retort of his own.

“You got a lot to say for somebody that can’t even lotion they ashy lil knees.”

“Your daughter been pushing against my organs for 8 and a half months. I don’t wanna hear nothing unless its about my push present. You know that I like rings… My engagement ring looking reeeealll lonely.” you say to him as you dangle your hand in front of his face.

“You look so fucking good today baby… Say, Big Fine, lemme get your number… I’mma eat the f-” he trails off kissing your legs and letting his tongue trail up it and you grab his chin softly.

“Boy if you don’t come on before you be late for your appointment… Can I stop and get a blue raspberry slushie first though?” you ask him and he sighs softly before giving you a small smile and nodding.

“Yeah, hold on let me grab your shoes and purse and then we can go.”

“And obviously yes when we come back before I install that lace front you can beat, duh.” you reply to him before giving him a peck to his lips.

After he grabs everything and helps you down the stairs. And with his help of putting you into his big ass truck you two are on your way.

“We’re going to get my hair cut first cause I already know you’re going to want to go to 2 different stores and it’s only gon’ take him about 15 minutes at the most to line me up.”

He wasn’t lying with the way that you liked to scan every section of the store before you left because to be honest where else were you going to get a pair of skittle shorts, bomb ass lip glosses, and a cute little panda hand sanitizer holder all in one place?

“Okay, sounds like a plan.. The way that I was supposed to have a hot girl summer this year and ended up with a damn its too hot for me to even put my clothes on mom summer. You really were not playing about trying to start a family on your birthday.” you joke as you crunch on your goldfish and look over at Erik.

“I think you just got finer through this whole thing. Watching my baby grow my baby is something surreal. In the beginning watching you go through all of the morning sickness and the body aches and stuff. I felt so bad you know not being able to physically take on all that was going on with you. I aint gon’ never not be appreciative and awe of you.” Erik replies with a serious comment that you were not expecting and you’d be damned if the hormones aren’t doing their thing.

“I really did not expect you to say that. Baabbbee, come on. You know I cry about everything right now. Love you.” you lean over to wrap your arms around him gently and kiss the side of his face while he’s focusing on the road.

“I love you too…. I think I’mma get my locs cut off soon. I don’t know why I’m ready to get a fade and just call it a day.” he questions before looking over at you briefly

“Either way you still gonna look good. I knew you before you even got your locs so you’re gonna look even better now because you grew into your head. Dee be cutting the fuck outta your hair even though he been bald for a good 40 years.” you say and it causes Erik to let out a loud laugh and shake his head.

You eventually ended up ordering a blue raspberry lemonade slushie, a hotdog and fries because Sonic basically took all of Erik's money at this point in your pregnancy.

The rest of your ride was chill as you both swayed to the music or turned it down for a little chat every now and then.

In public was always very protective of you but especially since becoming pregnant he has been hovering over you like a lion waiting for someone to even look at you for too long.

He hops out of the sleek matte black truck first to help you out and sling his arm around your waist with a hand resting on your belly.

You feel some eyes on you as you walk through the door. Your multi-coloured sundress that showcased your back, flowing with you.

Some of the men, new to the shop you assumed, were eyeing you down before Erik looked over their way and nods at them and they pretended to check their phones.

“What's up E? Damn lil sis look like she’s about to pop! How you feeling baby girl?” Dee greets you and Erik as you both walk in and some of the regulars in there say hey to the both of you.

“I’m alright Dee. Baby is just really ready to see the world. She has been kicking up a storm at times. I think we might have a little athlete here.” you reply and you watch as the greyed man with freckles across his cheeks and bridge of his nose eyes crinkle as he finishes cutting the man's hair sitting in the chair.

“I remember when I became a father for the first time. Shits wild because you think that you know everything there is to know and then when you actually see your baby take that first breath. It’s like nothing you’ve ever experienced before.” He continues as he shows you a photo of his 4 children and you give him a small smile.

“Ooh, they’re beautiful.” you compliment him as you settle into your seat and scroll on your phone on your phone waiting for Erik to be next.

Some time went by and the men seemed like they were trying to keep their conversation in a hush and you can see some eyes on you as they talked back and forth.

“I’m just saying if you want a threesome with your girl and you expect her to be okay with letting another woman into her bed. You need to match her energy. Could you imagine your girl asking you to bring a whole nother man into your room if that’s not what you’re into? Instead of asking for it. Maybe try bringing toys into the situation. Could spice it up a notch and be in both of your comfort zones. Personally, couples vibrators seem to do the trick just fine.” You advise as you look up from scrolling on your Pinterest feed.

The little huddle of them in front of you stopped talking and immediately looked up at you in silence before Dee’s laugh broke it.

“I don’t know about bringing another man in. That ain't my thing but I get what you're saying. Which ones would you recommend?” The one named Leron asked and you notice Erik is now paying attention , looking from you to them to make sure they stay respectful.

“You better let them know , baby girl! That’s how that baby popped into fruition. She got you with the tantric breathing, huh E?” he jokes and Erik cracks into a smile, his golds gleaming as he looks at you.

“She not wrong. Engage in what your woman like too. Yoga, talking during sex, giving as much as you receive from her, all that. ” He says casually and shrugging and you give him a small smile cause this man done come so far from when you met him.

After he finishes lining up his beard, Erik pays and you’re on your way to one of your favourite places.

“You look so sexy. Your beard is all lined up crisp and stuff. I told you that beard oil was gonna even it out.” you say to him and kiss him below his ear . His hand gripped your thigh gently and you repeated it again.

It didn’t take long before you were at one of your favourite places.

You turned to Erik and asked him to buy a stocking cap for you to try on the wigs that you liked and wanted to see before you purchased it.

You slid on the stocking cap over your hair before grabbing a cute little 27 piece pixie cut wig just to try it on and see what it was giving . You finger combed it and turned to Erik to ask him how it looks.

“Like you finna start singing “Truth is i’m tired. Take me to the king. Here’s my offering-” .” You hold in your laugh as you push Erik’s chest and he grabs your hands.

“I can’t stand your ass !” You say cracking up and Erik grabs the stocking cap from his pocket that he brought himself and slides it over his locs.

You watch as he grabs one of the bobs from the mannequin and sits it half cocked on his head before shaking it side to side.

“What’s cooler than being cool? Ice cold. You know what to do doooo. You know what to doooo.... This is your grand daddy. This is your grand daddy.” Erik starts acting like Andre 3000 and Mr. Brown. You swear this man was gonna make you push out this baby with how hard you were laughing at him.

“Why are you moving your lips like thaaat? What’s your name? B.O.B, so they calling you Bob? Stop playing nigga you know that I’m known for the bob.” you sing the nicki minaj lyrics to him and both of y’all get a good laugh before he takes off the wig and places it carefully back on the mannequin.

He looks over at the one that looked the most like your hair before you got it cut and slides it on.

His expressions changed and he narrowed his eyes at you before putting his hand on his stomach.

“Whew, my god E. You did this to me and for what? My ankles looking like cornbread huh? Look at this shit bae! If my nose swells for real in these next months, we fighting. Damn, I’m getting thick. I look like I'm pregnant in the front and the back. Can you get me two shrimp po’boys and some fries on the way home? ERIK, wake up- You our baby look like Stitch in this ultrasound? Stop playing , im for real.” he sounds exactly like you and mimicked your expressions to a t.

You giggled softly and snatched his wig off leaving him standing there looking crazy in the cap.

“You wanna fight?” You ask him before walking up on him like you’re on bad girls club and swinging the wig at him.

He helped you put the wig back on the mannequin and kissed both of your hands before continuing through the aisle with you.

You both ignored how many times the employee passed by or watched you as you grabbed some of the products from the shelf and put it into your little cart that you wanted to try.

“You wish this was you, huh? You wanted to be Future from 8 Mile so bad, huh? ” you ask Erik , laughing as you point to the full lace faux locs wig that’s in front of you and he shakes his head.

“She got you down bad. This you?” he asks you as he points to the lil gold church wig that’s sitting on the top shelf and you suck your teeth at him .

“You wanna dip dye your hair for tomorrow? A pretty auburn colour would look so good on you or even a baby blue?” You ask him as you move away from the wigs after deciding to put a off black lace front straight wig in your cart and another in sandy blonde with deep waves.

You scan the shelf of dye as Erik wraps his arm around your waist and takes a look.

“This one looks good right here.” He adds as he hands you a colour called Electric Blue.

“This is gonna look so good on you bae.” You compliment him and he leans down to kiss you softly.

“You only tryna compliment me cause you want me to help you install that wig. You think you slick bae.” he calls as he walks off towards the hair care products for his locs.

“Well, if I’m finna use the little energy I have to retwist your hair you could at least extend the helping hand!” You call after him.

“I haven’t tried peppermint oil yet but it should be good to add to my mix? Look, I found this small ass bonnet. She’s gonna be able to match us.” He says walking back to you and showing you the lilac bonnet in his hand and you swear you were about to tear up again cause all 3 of you were gonna have matching bonnets and durag.

“If she takes after both of us she’s gonna have a head full of hair. To cover that melon from your side.” You tease him

“Come on and grab your butterfly wings for your eyes so we can go home and finish our show. I’mma cook them snow crabs for you too.” he says to you and you can see him watching you like you hung the moon in the sky yourself as you venture off.

You grabbed the edge control, lashes, a new lipstick, earrings, glosses, Got2b spray, and some accessories for Erik’s hair before meeting him at the counter.

It took him all of two seconds to pay for your beauty supply store addiction and you were off on your way back to the crib to love on him.

Erik was currently standing behind you while you sat in the chair in his old large tshirt and held down the wig to the Ghost Bond glue.

You were talking him through helping you finish the install because you just didn't have the energy to do it.

“Okay you gon’ take a lil piece and wrap it around the wand. But please be careful baby. This one goes from like 0 to a 400 degrees so fast.” you warn and watch in the mirror as he takes the first piece and follows your instructions.

You watch him for a while focusing on your head and asking if you liked the way that it’s turning out. You smile softly at him and nod.

“I'm so grateful , you know. “ you say to him with a pout

“Damn, I was just about to send you a do you like me back yes or no text after this too.” he jokes and you shake your head.

“I’m tryna be serious and appreciate you-” you are cut off by him leaning down and pushing his plump lips out for a kiss from you

“I love you too. 2 more weeks and I get to have my two babies in my arms. What more could I want? ”

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(Long post. Sorry I'm still learning how to do the read more thing! Sorry for being gone from here for so long. This one really helped me ease back into writing especially after how much love the first one received!)

#erik killmonger #fanfic for black girls #erik killmonger smut #black panther #black panther fic

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Please don't. I can see Rami himself saying it many times

Prooobably not what you were looking for, but this is where the muse went. So, sorry? But maybe not? Enjoy? I hope 🤞🏼

Because Rami was between projects, it meant that the two of you had a little more free time than usual. It also meant that Rami’s sleep schedule could only be described as chaotic. Because you worked typical hours throughout the week, you still woke up within the realm of morning on Saturdays. Rami? He sometimes got up with you, but sometimes he would sleep well into the afternoon.

 It was a little after 1:00 pm, and you had just settled back on the couch with some lunch to watch the next episode of Queer Eye. You smiled to yourself as the guys and Jonathan danced across the screen, but a loud clatter that clearly came from the vicinity of your bedroom made you pause the TV.

 You listened, wondering if you’d really heard a noise when a low groan sounded down the hallway of your apartment. Brows drawn together in confusion, you put your plate on the coffee table and proceeded cautiously toward the noise.

 As you walked through the entrance to your bedroom, you could hear Rami muttering from the bathroom, the door only half-shut.

 You approached, then pushed open the door slowly only to see an underwear-clad Rami half-mounting the counter with his face nearly pressed to the mirror as he pawed manically through his dark hair.

 “What’s going on?” you asked slowly, your eyes widening as his met yours in the mirror.

 Rami’s eyes, which were normally lovely, were more on the bulging side at the moment and his pupils were so dilated that his irises looked dark blue.

 Unable to hold his frightened gaze, you tried to puzzle out what had sent him into this frenzied state when a mess on the floor caught your eye. In his haste to attempt to put himself into the mirror, he had knocked your toothbrushes, toothpaste, and a small basket of miscellaneous hair products onto the floor.

 “This can’t be happening. It just can’t be. I don’t know what I’m gonna do,” Rami muttered, his rapid breath fogging up the mirror as he continued to stare intently at himself.

 “Rami,” you stated harshly, trying to get him to focus on you. “What the hell is going on?”

 With one last terrified glance at his reflection, he scrambled off the bathroom counter and came at you so quickly, you stumbled back into the wall.

 “Do you see it? Do you?!” he asked in a panic, his head bent and his curls nearly shoved into your nostrils.

 You put your hands on his shoulders and pushed him away, back toward the edge of the counter.

 “Is it lice?” you asked, completely baffled and slightly worried that you would need to spend the rest of your Saturday delousing the apartment. Where the fuck does a grown man get lice?

 Rami whirled around and faced the mirror, reaching back and grabbing your wrist to tug you forward.

 “Right there!”

 You leaned in and looked at where his finger was pointing.

 And that’s when you saw it.

 A single strand of thick, coarse, white hair.

 In hindsight, you shouldn’t have laughed.

 You knew Rami was sensitive, especially when it came to his appearance, but in comparison with lice, a single grey hair didn’t seem so bad.

 “What the fuck Y/N?” Rami growled as he pushed past you and exited the bathroom, slamming the door shut.

 You stared at the closed door, flabbergasted by his outrage.

 With a sigh, you went after him.

 Turned out, you didn’t have to go far because Rami had retreated back into bed, the covers tucked up under his arms as he faced away from the bathroom.

 Your eyes scanned over the man you loved so much—his tawny shoulders littered with freckles, his flexed bicep, clearly taut with tension, the dark hair that covered his lower arm, the same color as the dark hair on his head—his gorgeous, dark hair that was clearly going to be the end of him if you didn’t step in to fix it.

“Please don’t do this to yourself, Rami,” you began.

 “How about you please don’t fucking patronize me right now,” he bit back.

 Part of you wanted to yell, to tell him to fuck off with his narcissistic bullshit, but even though his tone was biting, you knew he was hurting.

 “I promise I’m not. I only laughed because I thought you had lice.”

 Rami’s shoulders twitched and you smiled, knowing he had just done the same.

 “I don’t have lice.”

 “Obviously lice would have been preferred to . . .”

 “To the end of my fucking life? Yeah. It would’ve been.”

 With a slight nod of dismissal, you padded over to the bed and made a spectacle of crawling over him to get to your side.

 Rami clearly hadn’t meant to smile at your silly antic, so as soon as you pushed your hair out of your face and looked at him, he dropped his grin, replacing it with a scowl.

 “Are we gonna talk this the long way out or the short way?”

 He shrugged, his eyes their usual hue of greyish-blue now that his pupils had returned to normal.

 You twisted your face up in thought and ran through a few options of what to say before settling on, “Is the grey hair about spoiling your looks, aging, or something I’m missing?”

 “You think it spoils my looks?”

 “Stop deflecting.”

 Rami huffed, knowing that he wasn’t going to sidetrack you.

 “Aging.”

 “What about aging has you so upset.”

 “It’s not so much aging as it is . . .” Rami trailed off, rolling over to stare up at the ceiling as he thought. His fingers came to rest on his chest and they drummed as his silence stretched on.

 You reached out and brushed your fingertip over his temple before settling your hand on his shoulder.

 “I feel like I just got started, you know? Like this is where I’ve fought for so long to be. But then how long do I get to be here before it’s all yanked away by something as stupid as getting old?”

 “Rami. You’re beautiful. You look at least ten years younger than you actually are.”

 “No, I don’t,” he said, reaching up to scrub at his face. “These past two years. I feel like I’ve aged a fucking lifetime and now look? I have!”

 “I’m not patronizing you because clearly the grey hair is symbolic BUT it’s a single grey hair. Just one.”

 “And then tomorrow there’s another. Then the day after another—”

 “And then you’ll either dye your hair or let it go. I know Hollywood is . . . vicious, but first of all, you’re a man, not a woman. You’re allowed to age, which is of course total horseshit but I’m running with it right now—”

 “I know. I know! I feel like an asshole for even feeling this way when women have it so much worse.”

 “I know you do. But your feelings are valid too. So. That brings me to my second of all.”

 Rami turned to look over at you and you continued, “Second of all, since when has acting been about how you look instead of how you make your audience feel?”

 Rami blinked, then swallowed. Then blinked and swallowed again, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he looked away from you, then back again.

 “Mmhmmm. Tell me I’m wrong and your goals have changed. Tell me that the roles you’ve been dreaming of are meathead high-schoolers or smoldering male strippers?”

 Rami’s lips quirked into a grin.

 “Guess I finally need to let go of being called to do a reboot of High School Musical.”

 You laughed and slid your hand across his chest, scratching lightly at the thin smattering of hair.

 “I feel like we can still hold out for the third Magic Mike though.”

 It was Rami’s turn to laugh, and he rolled over, propping himself up on his elbow so he could give you a sweet kiss.

 “I’m sorry I was a dick.”

 “Forgiven. I remember the first time I found a grey hair.”

 Rami narrowed his eyes. “You? No way.”

 “Ohhh way. Major way. I think I sulked for an entire week, convinced that my life was over.”

 “What helped you get past that feeling?”

 “An appointment with my stylist . . . and then three days later, I met you.”

 Rami’s grin was large and infectious, spreading from his lips to his eyes and then encapsulating his entire face in its joy.

 “So clearly . . . that means the best is yet to come.”

 “Uh huh,” you smiled, reaching up to grasp his cursed curls, pulling him in for a kiss.

#rami malek #rami malek x reader #gender neutral #rami malek fluff #rami malek fic #mywriting

[lovemesomesurveys]

Snow or sand? I love the beach, but hate the sand. It literally gets everywhere. I love the snow, though. I wish it snowed where I live. I’ll have to go with snow.

Do you like sour candy? No. I don’t like the sourness and it irritates my mouth. 

If anyone, who did you sit with at lunch today? It’s only 5AM. I’m also not in school nor do I have a job, so I just have lunch at home either by myself in my room or with my mom in the living room or her room. That’s if I have lunch at all. 

What is the last letter of your favorite song? I couldn’t choose just one favorite song ya’ll know this.

Have you gotten any injuries lately? If so, what & how? No.

Are you a clumsy person? I bang my hand and elbow a lot.

How about disorganized? My room is a bit disorganized. I never used to let it get like that, but it’s a reflection of how I feel and have felt for the past few years. I’m a mess.

Have you ever thought about being a pirate? No.

If you text, who were the last three people you texted? My dad, mom, and brother. 

Does today’s date mean anything to you? Nope.

How are you currently feeling? Tired and kinda cold. 

Last male you talked to in person? My brother.

Have you ever had a sunburn? Yeah, many times. I got them a lot as a kid cause I actually used to play outside and spent a lot of time out there. Shocking, I know. I get them when I go to the beach as well. I’ve had some really painful ones. However, they always end up turning into a tan so that’s nice. 

Do you use Firefox or Internet Explorer? Neither, I use Chrome.

Are you thinking about asking anyone out? No.

Pink lemonade or regular lemonade? I’m not a fan of lemonade.

Chocolate or strawberry milk? Strawberry.

Does it annoy you when people answer surveys with “idk”? I know I say “I don’t know” a lot. I try to answer the questions and in more detail, but sometimes I really just don’t know.

What is the current time? 5:08AM.

Should you be doing something other than this? Probably try to go to sleep, but that just wouldn’t be me now would it.

When is the last time you did laundry? My laundry just got gone last night.

What volume is the ringer on your phone? It’s all the way up. 

Have you ever won a contest on the radio? No.

What shirt did you wear to bed last night? It was my Mario Bros shirt.

Where did you get that shirt? I got it from Hot Topic a couple years ago.

Do you hear any music right now? No, but I hear the ASMR video I’m watching. 

Are you a fan of the band Gym Class Heroes? I like some of their songs.

Overall, how was your day today? Like I said, it’s only 5 in the morning so it’s too soon to say.

Silver or gold jewelry? I like both.

In one word, how would you describe your best friend? Fabulous.

Is there a song that reminds you of your best friend? There’s many.

Do you have an alarm clock? Yeah, on my phone.

What was the weather like today? It’s supposed to rain today. We haven’t had much rain this winter, in fact it’s been awhile, so I hope it does. Do you often write on yourself? I don’t do that anymore, but I did when I was younger. For some reason that was like a thing a lot of people did to themselves in middle and high school. *shrug*

Is there writing on the shirt you are currently wearing? Yes. It’s a shirt from a place I vacationed at.

Would you rather be cold or hot? Cold, most definitely. I love wrapping up in a blanket, wearing a sweatshirt or hoodie, drinking hot coffee, or sitting by the fireplace. I love the coziness. Being hot is just absolutely miserable, there’s nothing I enjoy about that.

Frosted flakes or frosted mini wheats? I like both.

Do mushrooms really add flavor to food? I don’t eat mushrooms. 

What about onions? Yeah. I don’t mind if there’s some chopped up pieces in some foods and I like onion rings, but I don’t like onions on my burgers or in my burritos or anything like that.

Are you a fan of Thai food? I’ve never had it.

How about Indian food? I had chicken curry once, which I did like. I couldn’t have it now though cause I can’t eat spicy food anymore. :/

Have you ever tried sushi? Yes, and it was absolutely disgusting. I feel like everyone loves sushi but me.

What is the weirdest food you have eaten? I’m super picky, so I don’t think I’ve had anything all that weird. I’m so particular about my food.

Do you know who LL Cool J is? Yes.

You have a pocket full of change - what do you do with it? Put it in my bag.

Guitarists or lead singers? Lead singers.

What does your mom say about the pictures on your Facebook? She’ll like them and leave a nice comment. 

Where are you? In my room on my chair.

do you know your mother’s birthday? Of course.

do you like texting? Over talking on the phone, yeah. I don’t do much texting, though.

would you run down the street naked if it meant earning $15,000? Could it be pitch black and not a single soul in sight??

how do you feel about the person who texted you last? I love him, he’s my dad.

do you own a pair of skinny jeans? All my jeans are skinny jeans. 

what do the majority of people in your life call you? Steph or Sis.

will your next kiss be a mistake? I hope not? Who knows when my next kiss will even be or who it will be with. 

has a book ever made you cry? Yes.

do you like to cuddle? Sure. I don’t have much cuddling experience, though.

do you automatically check your phone when you wake up? I check the time on it.

are your parents still together? Yes.

Are you missing anyone? I’ll always miss my loved ones who have passed away.

What do you currently hear? An ASMR video.

Plans for tomorrow? No. I’m so sick of this question, it’s like in every survey and my answer is always the same. My life is very routine. I spend all my time at home doing the same things, especially since the pandemic. My plans now just consist of my once a month doctor appointment that I have to go to in order to get my prescription refills. 

What did you eat for lunch today? Like I mentioned a couple times now it’s only 5 in the morning.

Sex ruins relationships, right? No? It can, but that’s not a general statement. 

Where do you want to live when you’re older? My dream would be to live near the beach.

Is your life falling apart or coming together? It’s been falling apart for the past few years.

Did you wake up in the middle of the night last night? No, I didn’t even go to bed until like 6ish.

What color is your hair? It’s dark brown naturally, but I dye it red. Currently, it is a lot of my natural hair cause my roots are quite overgrown as it’s been almost a year since I last got it done. Sigh.

Are you spending the weekend with the last person you texted? Yeah, we live together.

Do you trip a lot? No.

If someone paid you $100 would you dance in the middle of times square? No.

Do you have anyone you fully trust? Yes.

What kind of pants did you wear today? I live in leggings, that’s all I wear.

How old is your television? About two years old.

Do you have a laptop or desktop? I have a laptop.

When did you last talk on the phone with someone? A couple days ago.

Are you currently sleepy? Yes.

Have you ever deleted Facebook friends for a significant other? No. I’ve never even been in the situation where a significant other asked or wanted me to do that.

Have you ever had bad trust issues with someone? Yes.

What accent do you think is the most attractive? British and southern accents.

Are you hot or cold natured? Hot, unfortunately. 

Do you own any television series box sets? I have I Love Lucy and The Dick Van Dyke Show boxsets.

Have you ever been in a fight with your best friend? Yes.

When did you last receive a hug and who was it from? A couple days ago from my mom.

Do you take any advanced classes? I’m done with school.

What is your lucky number? I don’t believe in luck, but my favorite number is 8.

Do you own a book bag? If so, what color is it? No.

Was the last movie you watched a horror film? Nope.

Do you own a lot of tee shirts? Yes. My wardrobe consists of a shit ton of graphic tees.

Do you plan your outfits ahead of time? No.

Have you ever spent the night in jail? No.

Are you a colorful person or quite bland? Bland. Well, except for my hair that I dye like a cherry red. 

List one word to describe your significant other? Nonexistent.

Have you ever been so nervous you threw up? No, but definitely felt nauseous and sick and like I could throw up.

Do you remember the first survey you took? Uh, definitely not. I’ve been taking surveys since like 2004/2005.

How many friends do you have on Facebook? 100 and something. *shrug*

Have you ever watched fight videos for amusement? No. I don’t find stuff like that amusing or entertaining at all.

In high school, were you in trouble a lot? I was never in trouble in school.

Do you enjoy your hairstyle? No. I don’t have the energy or motivation to do anything with it besides throw it up in a messy bun all the time.

Do you have long hair or short hair? My hair is long, it goes past my butt. Such a waste that I do nothing with it.

How much make up do you wear on a daily basis? None anymore. I haven’t worn makeup in almost 4 years.

What is your favorite television show? I have many.

Do you have a leather jacket? *Pleather, but yes.

Do you think anyone dislikes you for no reason? They probably have reason.

Do you have any children? Nooo.

Have you ever been interviewed on television before? No.

Do you have weak upper body strength? I used to have really great upper body strength as a paraplegic who only had upper body mobility and uses a manual wheelchair. When I was in school and had a social life, I was active. I didn’t spend all day, everyday in bed or at home all day doing nothing. I had toned arms before. I lost my muscle mass and now I’m weak cause I’m not active at all anymore.

What is the worst insult someone can call you? I don’t know. I say mean, hurtful things to myself all the damn time. My brain plays ‘em on a loop. 

Are you good at sketching? No. I don’t have any artistic abilities, sadly.

Do you think hugs are awkward? Yeah, they can be.

Do you think facial hair is gross? No. I’m not a big fan of a lot of facial hair, though.

Would you ever dye your hair an unnatural color? I dye it red?

What color was the last cup you drank from? It’s a clear glass.

Ever play Angry Birds? Nah, I never got into that.

Did you think it was annoying, like I did? It just didn’t look like my kind of game.

Have you ever been to the zoo before? Yeah, many times.

What instruments do you know how to play? None anymore, but I used to play some piano back in the day. I wish I took it more seriously back then. I wish I had practiced more and kept up with it because I did enjoy it.

How late did you stay up last night? I went to bed around 6ish. And that’s AM if you’re new here.

How late do you plan on staying up tonight? Well, it’s 5:46AM now...

Whose wall did you post on last?  I share stuff to my mom’s wall sometimes.

Have you ever done hard drugs before? No. All I’ve done is weed.

Has anyone ever been weirdly obsessed with you? No.

Do you own a Snuggie? I do. 

What is your favorite band of all time? Linkin Park will always be one of them.

Would you consider getting a tattoo any time soon? Nah.

Are you afraid someone might steal your identity someday? It’s not something I’ve actively thought or worried about.

Are there any paintings on your wall? Yeah, a few giraffe ones and a couple beach ones.

Speaking of which, what color are your walls painted? White.

Do you have any talents that come naturally? No. :( I’m lame.

Do you have any piercings? Just my earlobes.

What is your favorite piece of jewelry? The ones I have with my birthstone on it.

Is there a place you'd rather live right now? Somewhere with colder weather.

Do you change your bed sheets often? Usually just like twice a month.

Do you go out often? lol.

Have you ever had plastic surgery before? No. 

Are you afraid of airplane rides? I get super anxious beforehand, but once up in the air I start to relax a bit and I’m okay. Well, unless there’s a lot of turbulence. 

How many times a day do you brush your teeth? At least once a day.

Do you consider yourself a sensitive person? Very.

What's the best Valentine's Day gift you've gotten? My mom is so sweet and has always gotten me something like candy and a stuffed animal or something, but I’ve never received anything from a guy. 

If you're reading a book, what page are you currently on? I don’t feel like checking.

Do you think people are intimidated by you? Uh, no. I can’t imagine anyone being intimidated by me.

Do you have a job you like? I don’t have a job.

Do you know how to do your own laundry? I have to have help with that. 

Have you ever lived with a roommate before? No.

Do you like candles? There’s a lot of nice smelling ones, but I’m just not a candle person. Give me a room spray instead.

Would you prefer internet or television? Internet.

What is something you lose often? Patience.

Do you have any classes with friends? I’m done with school.

Do you enter a lot of sweepstakes? No. I haven’t entered any kind of contest in a really long time.

What is your favorite possession in your room? I couldn’t possibly choose one thing. I love all my stuff. What will you be doing in the next ten minutes? Finishing this survey, maybe start another, and listen to ASMR.

How old is your oldest sibling? 37.

Do you consider yourself physically active? Not at all. I explained all that in another question.

How many scarves do you own, if any at all? Zero.

Do you have any cuts or scratches as of now? Not that I know of.

Where did you last sleep? My bed, like I always do.

Do you have Netflix? Yep. 

Are you colorblind? No.

Do you know anyone personally who is colorblind? Yeah, my high school chem teacher.

Favorite salad dressing? Ranch. Unless I’m eating a Caesar salad, of course. A vinaigrette is good, too.

Do you enjoy dancing? I don’t do much dancing.

Have you ever considered writing a novel? I actually have thought about it before.

#personal #text #survey #surveys

[pitiless-achilles-wept]

Always Waiting: The Cost of Never Being Done

Hi all,

I kept waiting for a time when I felt like I had time and energy to write and...surprise! It turns out that's not just around the corner when you have a chronic illness and are still working full time (not to mention trying to keep up a social life and maintain all your relationships). But I figure some information is better than none at all, so I'll get through what I can. 

You all remember (I think) that I went to Dana-Farber after my December CT scans showed significant growth of my primary tumor despite the metastatic sites holding steady. I came out of that meeting with two recommendations for clinical trials. One--my top pick--was being run out of Massachusetts General Hospital and Dana-Farber and involved an antibody-drug conjugate (IMMU-132) that has been shown to be super effective for triple-negative breast cancer but which got held up at the FDA approval stage. Doctors are pretty frustrated that the approval is still pending and that the only way to use it is on a trial, but there's hope that it might get approved in the next 6-9 months. The other is being run out of UPenn by the same doctor whose study I was on before and who I really like. It looks at the effect of chemo + an immunological agent vs. just chemo.

There were several reasons to prefer the MGH study (even though it would have necessitated traveling to Boston during the coldest months of the year), among them that I wouldn't have to endure chemotherapy as part of the trial. And it looked for a while as though I was going to be able to join it. It wasn't actively enrolling but there was a spot. I waited, in the days right before Christmas, to hear. And my doctors all worked hard, calling the PI and discussing the option of enrollment at either location. But it didn't work out. Another patient made exactly the same call I would have made--and I cannot fault them for that--and I am several places down on the waiting list. Spots open up when people leave the study, so presumably when their disease worsens or a better treatment option opens up. It only happens every couple of months. Doing the math, it seemed more likely that the drug would get approved by the FDA than that I would get to enroll.

I was pretty angry. And it was hard because there was no single person to be angry at. Not at my doctors, all of whom knew my preference, did all they could, and gave sincere apologies when it didn't work out. And not at the other patient who took the chance that I so hoped I'd be given. If anything, I was angry at the FDA for not approving the drug faster, or at whoever was funding the study for not allowing there to be more than 68 patients on it at any given time. The fact that groundbreaking, life-saving medical research is also a business constantly makes me angry. Sometimes it works in my favor (IMMU-132 will likely get fast-tracked on its second go through the FDA because someone will make money) and sometimes it doesn't (why fund more spots than you need on a clinical trial just because people want to be in it?).

So then there was more waiting. So much of having Stage 4 cancer is a waiting game. Waiting for promising new research directions. Waiting for that research to get funded. Waiting for those studies to enroll and complete. Waiting for FDA approval. Waiting for insurance approval. And, the biggest one by far, waiting to see if it works.

I was home for the holidays, not meant to see an oncologist until mid-January. A third option was proposed, which was staying on the study I had been doing with the PARP inhibitors but first doing a short course of radiation on the breast tumor. When I got home at New Year's I booked in to a radiology consultation, even though I felt a suspicion that it wasn't the best option. (Several oncologists told me that if the PARP inhibitors had stopped working on the initial tumor it was only a matter of time--and likely not much of it--before they stopped working on the metastatic sites too.) After spending nearly an hour with yet another very helpful doctor who had studied the whole history of my case (and a little bit of my research, once I told him what to Google) I saw that I was right. A tumor this size, he said, would only benefit from a pretty lengthy radiation course and we only had a grace period of 2 weeks for me to get back on the PARP study. He reminded me that it would be an option later and wishes me luck.

I'd like to pause here to do something I haven't done before and ask you all a favor. I understand exactly why this happens but please, to help me out, don't ask anymore about why I am not (yet) having surgery or radiation on the tumor. Yes, the primary tumor is the biggest and nastiest and pains me every day. You can be sure I'm also asking that question of my doctors, not only when there's a treatment change but when I tell them that it's hurting me. I know that it seems simplest to just cut it out (even if this means altering my body in a way that I am not eager to do) or try to shrink it. And I know that's why people ask. All the time. ALL the time. Unfortunately, it leaves me feeling defensive--do they not know that I have thought of this option every single day as I carry around the painful, swollen weight of a 6cm tumor?--and like I have to justify my decision. I imagine one or both those things will happen immediately. I have many (medical) reasons for not doing them yet. When I decide to do them, you will know and I will tell you more about why. But it would make me feel a lot better if I knew people weren't going to keep asking. Thank you.

Ok, back to what happened one I decided that radiation was out. Essentially, last week I officially consented to the study that's at Penn and that involves chemo. My first session will be on January 30th. I'll be going every 3 weeks. The agent I'm receiving is one of the oldest (carboplatin) and will be given in a higher dosage than when I went every week. This means it's likely to make me sicker. (The doctors did say that I'd feel worst on days 2-5 and better as the cycle wore on.) No one told me that people tolerate this one especially well and, having been so relatively lucky with side effects before, my worst-case-scenario brain assumes my luck will now be bad and that I will really struggle, lose all my hair, not be able to work, etc. Unhelpfully, although they can speak in averages, no one can predict how anyone will react to chemo. So just...wait. As usual.

To join the study, of course, there are a great many hoops all of which involve trips to Philly. I had a biopsy yesterday (Wednesday) and am spending tomorrow (Friday) getting CT and bone scans. There was an ongoing fight with my insurance company today when I got a phone call first thing in the morning telling me that they had canceled tomorrow's CTs because I didn't have authorization. Without authorization, no CT. Without a CT, no joining the study. Without joining the study, no starting chemo on time (lots of rearranging of my work and ride/support schedule). Lucky for me, my doctor's office was the one to do the calling and arguing. But it's frankly absurd to deny authorization for a CT scan to a documented Stage 4 cancer patient. I cannot even imagine what further information they would need for that one. And if I hadn't been joining a trial there would have been no rush and, likely, I would have been the one calling. The amount of admin involved in being chronically ill is frankly staggering. The end result, luckily, is that I am going in tomorrow.

And that's why I must get to bed. I know I make it sound like swinging by the hospital for a biopsy is no big deal - it's an outpatient procedure with only local anesthetic! I ate Shake Shack afterwards and went to work today! But, in fact, it's stressful to the body as well as the spirit to be on an operating table, numbed up with local anesthetic, and pierced in the lymph node or breast by an ultrasound-guided needle ten times (because you are doing so many studies and they all need research samples). The scans tomorrow will be easier - all I have to do is not eat beforehand, drink barium, lie in an x-ray contraption while having contrast dye injected through the port that's plumbed into my artery...then take a break before being injected with a radioactive tracer that will infuse my bones for a couple hours until I lie perfectly still and have them imaged. Easy, right?

I like to say that this stuff is no big deal--that it's just a lot of waiting in different places. And that's true, to an extent. The CTs don't hurt and they aren't physically demanding (although I'm not great at drinking that much barium milkshake that fast). The bone scan is kind of cool and I plan to wear my "Biohazard" t-shirt. But my normalization of the massive apparatus surrounding being ill and my incorporation of it into my everyday life does, I think, minimize the physical as well as emotional toll I pay each time I have a test or treatment. Not only are those reminders of the insidious disease that has taken so much of my life from my control--I'm not even thinking about that consciously most of the time--it's just all so relentless. There's always another call to make, appointment to keep, symptom to track, bill to pay, person to text or call. I am never, ever done.

On that last item, I do often feel burdened with guilt. I want support, but don't feel that I can always pay it back in the form of updates or thanks to those who so generously give it. But I do hope you all know that I'm here, appreciating each and every piece of it that I get. Social media may not be great for some things but it is wonderful for the small kindnesses that can buoy me up on a tougher day. This has been one, so I'm off to bed. But I send you gratitude and love.

Bex

#health update #clinical trials #my life as a cancer patient #mbc #stage 4 #chronic illness #bex writes

[sparksearcher]

quaranmemes for quarantines

I was tagged by @hvngryheart

when was the last time you left your home?

Yesterday I had an appointment to get the oil changed on my leased car that I had to keep. Before that I think it was the a grocery store run on April 6th.

what was the last thing you bought?

I bought myself coffee and a sandwich at McDonald’s yesterday.

is quarantine driving you insane or are you finally relaxed?

I’ve had ups and downs. If I can keep my mind and hands busy, I’m relaxed, but if I get too much into my own head or if I can’t settle on an activity to do, then I’m climbing the walls.

who are you spending quarantine with?

My mom and dad. 

do you have pets to keep you company?

I’ve got 2 golden retrievers. They’re sleepy bums in the morning and the evenings, but they’re active in the afternoons.

what are your current responsibilities?

Working from home, earning my degree online (it was already an online program so I didn’t have to adapt), keeping the dogs alive and happy, remembering to feed myself when the fam is at work. I finished my most recent class early, so I have the next 2 weeks off until the next one starts.

do you have a room to yourself?

My bedroom, which is also where I’m working when my parents are home so I can focus.  My desk is covered in craft supplies, as is the entire floor, so I just sit on the bed with a lap desk and a support pillow. The fam has different days off than I do, so I have the whole house to myself when they’re at work.

are you exercising?

A little, all low impact. Mostly yoga and walking the dogs.

town, country, city?

It’s technically a city, but it’s a small city. Standard New England suburbs.

how’s your toilet paper supply?

We got a pack from the convenience store the other day, so we’re good.

what’s the worst thing that you had to cancel?

I don’t like making plans, so there wasn’t much to cancel. There was a concert a friend and I were going to go to last month, but that’s it.

what’s the best thing you’ve had to cancel?

There was a work event I didn’t want to go to that’s been canceled so that’s pretty sweet. 

who do you miss the most?

I miss my work friends. We still text all the time and use Google Hangouts for meetings, but I miss being able to go to lunch with them.

do you have any new hobbies?

No new hobbies but I’ve bought new supplies for existing hobbies. I sewed a few masks, but I still suck at sewing so that was short-lived. I started knitting and crocheting again. I might break one of my looms out of the basement and start weaving.

what are you watching the most?

I’ve always watched the home shopping channels, and I am doing a lot more of that. Also as previously mentioned, I have poor impulse control so I’m having to stop myself from buying everything they’re selling.

are you still going to work?

I’ve been working from home since March 14th. Gotta say, I’m loving not commuting every day, but I hate that I don’t have access to all my programs and have had to shuffle responsibilities in my department around to make sure everything is covered. I’m more energized when I finish the workday and get cracking on my homework right away, so I finished all the assignments for an online class 2 weeks early.

what are you out of?

My preferred iced coffee. Iced coffee runs through my veins 365 days a year, even on the coldest days (and the people always look at me funny for it but you can’t drink hot coffee right away without burning your mouth and throat. Iced coffee you can chug and the only consequence is brain freeze). I have ground coffee, which I may make a carafe of and then put in the fridge for tomorrow.

have you made any changes to your hair during quarantine?

No, but I thought about dyeing it before the city’s police department went into every open shop and roped off non-essentials, like hair products. I tend to grow it out for a few years until it’s really long and then cut it really short. I had a cut last year so I should be good for another 2-3 years.

tagging: @the-old-man-has-the-phonebox, @reallyginnyf, @sparkedupsilver, @craftysquidz and anyone else that wants to do it.

#memes #i should do these more

[yourozness]

4/12/2020 - “What do you mean she’s my new partner? She tried to kill me last week!” “Sounds like a you problem.”+ “I’m so sorry. I was trying a new spell and things got out of hand….really out of hand.”  (no concrit please!) 

“Good morning class.” Mr. Brunner said with a bright cheery voice that had absolutely no place in a school at 7:35 in the morning. 

“Good morning, Mr. Brunner.” The class replied with varying levels of enthusiasm from slightly happy to be here, to what sounded like an actual zombie dying on the ground. 

“Oh come on class! Today is your group project where you finally get to try to combine casting with a classmate! This is just the beginning of being able to do more complex spells. For the next week you will work with your partner both in and out of class to work on the Fireworks Spell. Now here’s your assignments. Sarah Hansen and Jules Brown, Kainoa Yester and Kalia Johnson, Rebecca Hayworth and Simon Smythe-” 

“WHAT?! What do you mean she’s my new partner?! She tried to kill me just last week!” Simon exploded, somewhere in the background Rebecca tried to melt into the ground as everyone turned to look at her. 

“Mr. Smythe, please calm down. As you kids say, that sounds like a You problem. Ms. Hayworth is your partner. Please refrain from any more outbursts. Now can partners please go sit next to each other as I continue calling out names. Keanu Rivera and Katie Gardner.” 

Simon stood up grumbling and went over to Rebecca’s seat. It was so unfair! Simon stood in front of her desk and went right into her face. “Just so you know, I still don’t forgive you for shooting me in the face with that fireball! I could have DIED! And you turned all of my hair green!!!” Rebecca leaned farther and farther back, looking like she was trying to melt into the background. 

“I’m really sorry. I was trying a new spell and things got out of hand….really out of hand. But um, I’m glad you’re alright? Your hair looks fine to me.” She offered up a weak smile. “I promise I won’t aim anything at you.” 

“Well that will be kind of hard since the fireworks spell requires us to basically aim at a space in between us.” Simon says, sitting down heavily in the chair next to him. This was going to be a long week. “What spell were you even trying to do anyways?” 

“Oh um, it’s actually a spell I sort of, um, invented? It was supposed to be a variation on a hair dyeing spell that would cause any target hit by the spell to change colors for a short amount of time. Obviously it didn’t work since all it did was turn your hair green.” She sighed, “It’s fine, it just needs more work. But I promise the ‘fireball’ wasn’t actually fire, just a physical manifestation of the spell so I could clearly see where it was going.”

“Wait what?! You invented?! A spell?! Is that even possible??? And your spell did work! Well, sort of, my hair faded back to brown after about two hours. I didn’t even need to get my mom to fix it or anything.” Simon said excitedly, once again leaning into Rebecca’s space, but this time with enthusiasm! 

“Oh! No wonder your hair looks to be its original color, it’s pretty hard to get hair dyeing spells to perfectly match a color without a reference to go by. I need to write this down!” She says, pulling out a very battered journal simply titled Spells. She flips through a bunch of pages with notes about different spells.

Simon peers over her shoulder. Sticky note spell? Extended straw spell? Mindless chatter spell? “Wait, did you invent all of these??? I haven’t heard of any of these before!” Simon asks incredulously, how did she make all of these spells? “Do they all work?” 

“Um, yes to your first question. No to the second, some of these spells I’ve been working on a long time. Like the sticky note spell. I haven’t been able to get it so it only sticks to a surface twice. I can get it to only stick once and I can get it to never come off, mom was real mad about that one, but I can’t get it to only stick two times like a sticky note.” She said, showing Simon the page titled “Sticky Note Spell” it had some very detailed notes about each attempt, including the one where she permanently stuck a shoe to her ceiling. 

“Why a shoe? And why the ceiling?”

“I was bored, and I wanted to see if it could withstand gravity. In bad news, I have paint permanently stuck to the bottom of my shoe.” She lifts up her sneaker to show him the scuffed up white paint. “But in good news, I have an everlasting sticky charm that can be removed by only peeling up the paint! The common everlasting sticky charm just can’t be removed ever, you can’t even try to peel up the paint. So that’s pretty cool, I still need to come up with a name.” 

“Hmm, how about Sticky Paint Charm? Hmm no that sounds too much like it’s about getting your paint to stick better. Oh! I know, Everlasting Stick to paint charm!”

Rebecca smiles, “Yeah! I like that, everlasting stick to paint charm. Descriptive, and not as long as some ridiculous olde spells we had to learn last year in History class.” She said with a grin. 

“Okay class,” Mr. Brunner said with a loud voice, “Now that you’ve all been partnered and had time to catch up. Let’s go over the lesson for today.”

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“Whew, that was a lot of information, so don’t worry if you missed something. I will upload the slide show right now so you can refer to that if you have any questions. Please remember that we don’t have class until Wednesday so please meet up with your partner to practice before our next class. See you all then!” Mr. Brunner basically shouted at all the students rushing out of the room. 

“Hey Rebecca, when’s your free period? Mine’s 5th period.” Simon says, walking out of the classroom with Rebecca. 

“Darn, mine’s 4th. How about after school before the buses arrive?” 

“Can’t, have a doctor’s appointment. How about after school tomorrow? You could come to my house.” Simon suggested, trying to keep up with her fast pace through the hallways. 

“Mom won’t let me go to stranger’s houses, but she’ll let you come to mine, how about you head home with me tomorrow and your parents can pick you up from my place? I’ve really gotta rush to math, I wrote my number in your notebook, text me if you can do it! Bye!!” She said, practically sprinting away. 

Simon would think it was to get away from him if she hadn’t said that thing about her phone number… and that he was also late for class, shoot. Simon races the opposite way to get to his literature class. Mrs. Huch will not be happy. 

(i might continue writing this one? I’m not sure, i got pretty into it compared to yesterday’s prompt but who knows, maybe we’ll see more of simon and rebecca) 

#prompt fill #am i writing?? #listen i read the two prompts sepretaly and like a true bisexual couldn't decide so why not both #accidental spell prompt

[dramaticironyoflife]

Baby Bird (Fly Home) - Chapter 12: Who Was the Last?

Summary:

The story continues! It is perhaps the most disheartening to learn what you have once you have lost it. Patton is trying to return to life before the boys, the boys are trying to maintain some control over their lives, and Mrs. Strand just needs to stop reading so many parenting books.

Notes:

I am back and ready to give you all more angst! In repentance for the last heartbreak I gave out, I also offer you some fluffy boys being comforting towards each other.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

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Virgil hated how quickly he adapted. The routine of accepting the pity of others because the grownups told you that you didn’t have a choice. He shot a glance at Logan, making sure that he was alright. They were walking home from school. They had been placed with the Strand for the time being while lawyers and attorneys argued back and forth about their future. The world was never kind enough to pause while unfortunate sufferers tried to gain some footing. The world kept turning, high school still sucked, and he was sure that he was the hottest topic at his previous workplace.

Logan hated how he couldn’t get Virgil to talk to him openly. He had to quicken his pace to keep up with Virgil’s long strides, his backpack jostling as he did so. Virgil seemed dead to the world. His hood was up, and earbuds plugged his ears. Logan knew better though. He could see the bright eyes partially hidden under the bangs. They darted back and forth quickly, assessing every person, sometimes dwelling on someone for a millisecond longer. Logan had learned to both trust and fear Virgil’s mind. He was always ready to jump to Logan’s rescue or protection, always on edge. At the same time, though, he was always on edge. He didn’t trust anyone, and his mind was constantly twisting the normal world into paranoid ‘what ifs’. Virgil was the first person to run to in danger and the last person to ask for optimism. Logan watched him wearily now as they slipped back into the gated community that the Strands occupied. He wondered how much longer he would be forced to wait until he got his Virgil back again. Patton hated how quiet it was. He ran the vacuum in the now empty apartment that had been Virgil and Logan’s. The furniture he would sell and give the money to the boys. The rest of the room he simply cleaned and got ready to show to other possible guests. At the same time, however, he didn’t want to give it away. The idea of that felt like he would be accepting that they were really gone. Not that it made too much of a difference. They were gone and the sooner he accepted that, the better. He bit his lip and blinked hard. He turned the vacuum on and ran it over the carpet for the fifth time. He really did hate the quiet. Roman hated the traffic. He placed his chin on his hands, staring out the windshield with a bored expression. The people around him crawled forward and he groaned as his phone began to ring wildly. It had been three days since he’d seen the picture of the boys in the paper. Logan and Virgil were their names. Since then his life had been chaos. He’d tried in vain to find and contact his sister, cancelled at least a dozen different appointments, and convinced his agent that he could drive himself somewhere for a change. That didn’t stop people from calling and pestering him, though. He cocked an eyebrow at the mobile device before resolutely turning it off and tossing it into the back seat. No distracted driving! He chuckled at the irony of the situation as he realized that he wasn’t actually driving anywhere. Man, he really hated traffic. Mr. and Mrs. Strand hated when the boys were moody. At least, that’s what Virgil had concluded. Mrs. Strand got a very forced smile whenever Virgil and Logan returned to the house and didn’t return her cheerful greetings. They were new to the foster system, that much was obvious. Logan was polite but closed off. Virgil watched Logan as he neatly hung his backpack on the wall and nodded to Mrs. Strand. Virgil let his own bag fall to the floor only to have Logan pick it up and shoot him a look. Virgil sighed apologetically and Logan huffed in forgiveness. Mrs. Strand cleared her throat and smiled. She hated how the boys seemed able to communicate without her knowing what was going on. “Virgil, that was very nice of Logan, what do you say?” The boys blinked. They looked at each other in surprise. They both knew exactly what Mrs. Strand wanted and they both reached the conclusion that giving into such a ridiculous request was the last thing they wanted. You didn’t have to say ‘thank you’ or ‘you’re welcome’ if you were the Storm boys. You looked out of one another and did without a second thought. If one was in the wrong, you owned up to it, if you were in the right, you fought for it. They didn’t owe each other anything because everything they did for one another was an act of protective love. The difficulty was trying to explain this to a grownup who had never been in their position. The idea that they would have to had never occurred to the boys. Now, here they were, with Mrs. Strand staring them down and growing impatient, “Virgil.” She said, jerking her head in Logan’s direction. “That’s quite alright, ma’am.” Logan said sincerely, “Virgil doesn’t -” “No,” the woman cut him off with a raised hand, “Virgil, what do you say to Logan?” Virgil’s face turned red with embarrassment and then pale with anger. Logan read his expression and his mind flew. In a flash he assessed the situation and formulated a plan. If Virgil was surprised when Logan suddenly charged down the hall and past Mrs. Strand, the woman was stunned. The small boy pushed past her roughly and didn’t look back. He mounted the stairs quickly, clutching the railing as his glasses bounced up and down on his nose. Mrs. Strand turned a confused face after Logan and then looked to Virgil and then back towards the stairs. She couldn’t seem to make up her mind as to whether she should chase after the boy or drill the teen about what was wrong. She seemed on the verge of making up her mind when Virgil moved past her too, “Logan?!” He disappeared up the stairs, leaving Linda Strand to stare on in silence. Virgil found Logan sitting quietly on his bed. The boy looked up expectantly as Virgil entered. He seemed to relax somewhat, “Oh good, I was afraid Mrs. Strand was coming up and not you.” Virgil smirked, “You don’t like her either?” Logan looked ashamed, “No, she’s not the type of person I would ever imagine would have interesting kids. Or kids at all for that matter.” He slid over so Virgil could settle next to him. The teen wrapped a comforting arm around him, and Logan took the invitation to nuzzle close to the dark warmth and solid body next to him. “How’re you feeling?” Virgil asked as he ran his fingers through Logan’s hair. Logan shrugged, “The pain medication I took earlier is starting to wear off.” Virgil tensed, “Pain medication? What?!” Logan did his best to hide a flinch, “I had a headache this morning. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.” Virgil took a deep breath, “No, no, sorry for freaking out. I think I still have some stuff in my room from Patton. I’ll get you some.” It wasn’t a question, but Logan nodded. He sighed as Virgil drew away. He immediately missed the warmth of the other individual, but the teen was back in a matter of moments. He handed his brother a single pill and a half empty water bottle. Logan obediently swallowed the pill and chased it down with a few gulps of water. He let himself fall back against Virgil. “Tomorrow’s another day.” He stated with a feeling of dread. Virgil huffed, “Redundant but you’re not wrong.” Logan groaned and sunk deeper into the comfort of his brother’s grasp. Virgil looked over him worriedly, “You okay?” Logan shrugged noncommittedly before staring thoughtfully off into the distance. Virgil watched the brown eyes trace imaginary lines through the air, darting around. His face grew relaxed as he let thoughts drift in and out of his active mind. Virgil could tell when a particularly interesting thought captured his attention. His eyes lit up and he got very still. Virgil playfully poked the younger boy’s side, “What’s going on in that brain of yours?” Logan blinked a few times before he smiled sheepishly. “I was thinking about the time we planned to sneak out and buy some hair dye to change your hair.” Virgil smiled at the memory, “Oh yeah,” he laughed softly, “we were so excited and then we both fell asleep. You were so bummed about it the next day. It was almost funny.” Logan huffed and shoved Virgil away, only to have the older and bigger boy tackle him and pin him under his larger form. Logan grunted and shifted, wriggling around. He finally let himself go limp and resigned himself to his fate. Virgil got comfortable and let his eyes close. It was peaceful. A small pocket of quiet carefree fun in the midst of unknown realities and the feeling of impending doom that haunted them. Virgil felt sleep tugging at him when Logan spoke up again, “We should really do our homework.” Virgil turned his head so as to see Logan better, “Don’t act like you haven’t done it already.” Logan sighed, “Yes, I have. Have you, though?” Virgil smirked. “Yep.” He popped the ‘P’ happily, “We had a sub for my last class and while the rest of the class watched a movie, I did homework.” Virgil was fairly behind the rest of his age group. Neglecting one’s education to work full time to support a plan to take care of your little brother, turns out, does have consequences. Despite this, Virgil was catching up fast and he had one on one meetings with teachers to help him progress. Virgil had always been a good student, when given the opportunity. He had trouble staying motivated, though. His passions drove him to pursue English, writing, art, and subjects that allowed him to express himself and his thoughts behind the safety of a piece of paper or some other material. Math and science, on the other hand, drove him to resentment. He understood that the material was somewhat important but that didn’t change the fact that he had no desire to invest himself in those areas. Logan’s finger dug into Virgil’s cheek. “Are you listening to me?” The brown eyes flashed an amused light from behind the glasses. Virgil blinked a few times, “Uuuuuuhhhhh…I agree completely with whatever it is you just said?” The emo offered a toothy grin. Logan raised an eyebrow, “I asked you a question, Verge.” Virgil’s grin grew slightly wider, “Ah.” Logan rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Okay, first, get off me you weigh a ton!” He shoved at Virgil’s shoulders to emphasize his point. Virgil let himself relax completely for a moment before rolling off the smaller form. Logan grumbled and straightened himself out somewhat. “Secondly, I asked if you were still interested in dying your hair.” Virgil blinked. The dream of having a mop of unnaturally colored hair was one that Virgil had promised himself that he would someday do. However, it was hardly something that he had given much thought to in the past few years. He had been busy pursuing other plans and fantasies. Now, though, he could see some of the old Logan eagerly anticipating his answer. A request for adventure, to be Lolo and Verge once more with no thoughts towards parents, responsibilities, or eyes watching their every move. Virgil smirked and Logan’s whole face lit up. He jumped up and shot a glance at the clock; he estimated they had two hours before dinner would be ready. Plenty of time for them to sneak away, purchase the necessary supplies, and return before either of the Strands would come looking for them. Virgil seemed to read his thoughts because he dragged himself to his feet and disappeared into the room he was staying in. He returned with a wallet and a box of snake cakes, “Ready?” He asked as he slid the window open. Logan nodded eagerly and, together, they climbed out into the dying light. Patton woke to the sound of his phone going off. Blearily, he waved his hand around, searching for the device. He squinted but, without his glasses, it was impossible for him to see the number. Stifling a yawn, he accepted the call. “Hello?” He muttered sleepily, “WHERE ARE THEY YOU…” The rest of the sentence was lost as Patton threw his phone across the room. He blinked in surprise before scrambling to turn on a light and find his device. He clambered about for a few seconds before he finally located it. Luckily, it wasn’t broken. He carefully brought it to his ear once more. “Hello?!” The voice on the other end was a man’s voice and it was, thankfully, much quieter than the original speaker. “Y-yes?” Patton breath shakily, trying to wrap his sleepy mind around what the heck was going on. “Is this Patton Sanders?!” “It is…who is this?” Patton shifted uncomfortably. Who could be calling him at, he glanced at his clock, 11:42 PM? “My name is David Strand, we met when you brought Logan and Virgil Storm to the police.” Patton’s heart sunk, “What happened?” He demanded. His voice sounded small and strange and far away. There was a beat of silence on the other end. “We were hoping you could answer that.”

Notes:

My sister told me that I need to stop ending chapters on cliff hangers...I refused.

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#fanfiction #sanders sides fic #Baby Bird Fly Home #thomas sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders #My writing

[xpegasusuniverse]

3 + 1 Bakugos

For @maidsonas , based on their OCs and Trans!Kirishima headcanons.

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If you asked Katsuki Bakugo, also known as Pro Hero Ground Zero, why he and his husband decided to have a baby when they already had a beautiful adopted daughter, Mako, you’d probably get a different answer each time you asked. (And it certainly didn’t have anything to do with his childhood-best-friend-turned-enemy-turned-rival-turned-friend-again and his stupid, candy cane looking husband having a stupid, adorable, snot-nosed, pink-haired bundle of joy and fire.)

But above all else, it was because Katsuki and Eijiro loved each other. It was long and heartfelt talk, plus quite a few doctors’ visits before they decided Eijiro would go off his T so he could get pregnant. Katsuki had promised he’d support his husband no matter what, Eijiro deserved it! And he was going to keep that promise, even if it meant doing… this.

“Ew, that looks gross,” Mako exclaimed, looking over the counter at what her dad was making.

Katsuki sighed as looked down at the abomination that didn’t deserve to be called food he was plating. Coconut shrimp, wrapped in bacon, dipped in chocolate, topped with hot sauce and lemon juice, and dusted with crushed salt and vinegar potato chips. Under normal circumstances, Katsuki would never dream of making something like this, but Eijiro was having craving had insisted on this dish specifically.

“Yeah, well just be glad you ain’t eating it, half-pint,” Katsuki said as he set the plate down on the table. “Now where the hell did your papa go?”

“Papa’s still in the bathroom making his hair all pretty,” Mako said before she went back to her crayon drawing.

“Still?” Katsuki said as he looked up at the clock. Normally, Eijro would have been done dying his hair by now, something was definitely up. “I’ll go check on him, don’t touch his food.”

As Mako made a noise of disgust, Katsuki walked to his and Eijiro’s bedroom. “Hey, Eiji, your weird ass food is ready.” No answer came as walked into the room, his eyes scanned the bedroom until he saw the bathroom door was open. He scrunched his nose as the pungent scent of Eijiro’s hair-dye and hair gel wafted through the air. Katsuki could never understand how his husband put up with the stuff.

“Shitty Hair, are you still not done with you-”

“Hp-bwaaarrr.”

Katsuki never got to finish his question as the sound of retching came from the bathroom. Rushing in to see if his husband was okay, Katsuki saw Eijiro hunched over the toilet as he threw up again. Katsuki sighed and walked over to rub his husband’s back. ‘That explains it.’

“Hey, Eiji,” the blond said as he rubbed soothing circles into his husband’s back. “You doing okay.”

Eijiro looked up at him with vomit stained lips and gave a weak but definitive “No.” He turned back to the toilet to throw a third time.

“Damn, this morning sickness crap is some bullshit,” Katsuki said. “If I ever meet who came up with it I’ll punch ‘em for you.”

Eijiro backed away from the toilet, his stomach empty. “Thanks, babe,” he said as he wiped his mouth with some toilet paper. “But it ain’t morning sickness.”

Katsuki’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Then what the hell is it.”

“It’s the smell,” Eijiro groaned. Before Katsuki could what his husband was talking about, the answer dawned on him as he looked back at Eijiro’s hair-dye and hair-gels. “I tried to do my hair like normal, but I couldn’t do it.”

“Yeesh, they weren’t kidding about that whole ‘heightened sense of smell’ thing,” Katsuki said. “Come, let’s get some food in you, I’ll clean this stuff up while you eat.”

Eijiro’s eyes lit up. “Chocolate covered bacon wrapped popcorn shrimp?” Katsuki nodded. “Babe, I could kiss you right now, but I won’t because my mouth still tastes like puke.”

“Good idea,” Katsuki said as he helped his husband up.

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Eijro sat in bed next to his husband, twirling a lock of straight, black hair in his fingers as he rubbed his enormous stomach. “You really couldn’t let your papa dye his hair, could ya, kiddo.”

“Don’t blame our daughter, Eijiro. You knew your sense of smell would get would a super boost before we got pregnant,” Katsuki said as he read a book. “Besides, it’s a small price to pay to have a baby.”

Eijiro sighed but smiled. “Guess you’re right. Besides, it has been nice not having to worry about dying my hair constantly.” He looked down at his stomach and let out an affectionate sigh. “I can’t wait to meet you, Nenma.”

“I can’t wait to meet her too,” Katsuki said before giving his husband a quick kiss. “But your due date’s not for a few more weeks. Now get some rest, you’ve got a doctor’s appointment tomorrow.”

“Alright. Night, babe.”

“Goodnight,” Katsuki said as he turned off the lamp. Suddenly, as Katsuki was about to drift off to sleep, he felt a tap on his shoulder. He looked over with bleary eyes to see Eijiro with a strange look on his face.

“Uh, Katsuki, I think we’re gonna see Nenma sooner rather than later.”

“…why’s dat?”

“Because I think my water just broke.”

“That’s… nice,” Katsuki said as he curled up under the cover. Suddenly, his eyes shot open as he finally processed what Eijiro had just said. “WHAT?!” He screamed as bolted up.

“I said-”

“I know what you said,” Katsuki yelled as he leaped out of bed to grab the overnight bag they’d prepared just in case. “Start counting the time between contractions! I’ll grab Mako and call a taxi!”

“Okay,” Eijiro exclaimed.

And so, that’s how the Bakugo family ended up in a taxi, in their pajamas, at 10 o’clock at night with Katsuki yelling at the driver to go as fast as he could go with Mako out cold in his arms while Eijiro counted contractions.

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Many hours later at 6:47 am, Nenma Bakugo was born.

“Oh my god, Katsuki, she’s so small,” Eijiro said as he looked through the window into the nursery. “I can’t believe it, she’s really here.”

“I know what you mean,” Katsuki said as he held a sleeping Mako in his arms. “It almost doesn’t feel real.” His smile turned into a frown. “Still, you weren’t supposed to give birth for another three weeks.”

“Hey, I get it, Katsuki. I was the pregnant one,” Eijiro said as he put his hand on his husband’s shoulder. “But the doc said she’s alright, they just want to keep her for observation.”

“I know what he said,” Katsuki said. “But when they took her to the NICU I just…”

Eijiro wordlessly hugged his husband and Katsuki relaxed in the embrace. “She’s gonna be okay,” Eijiro said. “After all, she’s got two manly Pro Heroes for her dads. Nenma won’t go down without a fight.

“Yeah, you’re right,” Katsuki said with a smile. Mako started shift in his arms and woke up with a big yawn. “Hey there, squirt, you get a good night sleep.”

“Uh huh,” Mako said as she rubbed her eyes. As the world came into focus around her, Mako finally noticed the room full of babies in front of her. “Is Nenma in there?” She asked, pointing the room.

Eijiro nodded. “That’s her, that’s your little sister,” he said as he pointed to his second daughter.

Mako scrunched her in a curious expression. “She looks like a potato,” she said. Her fathers weren’t sure how to respond to that observation, partly because it was true. “I love her!” Mako exclaimed with a bright smile on her face.

“We love her too,” Katsuki said and gave his daughter a kiss on her forehead.

“And we love you,” Eijiro said and did the same.

#katsuki bakugo #eijiro kirishima #fanfic #kiribaku #bakushima #bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #fanfiction #katsuki bakugou #kirishima eijirou

[katsukikitten]

Namjoon Part3

Music echos softly off of the studio walls, the same few chords playing over and over and over again until I slam my fists on the board before deleting the song entirely.

"Fuck...." I curse, digging the heels of my palms into my eyes once more. Something I've been finding myself doing often. I dig until fireworks erupt before fading into a dizzying black.

"That's a bad habit you've got Joonie." Her voice feels like ointment on a burn. My body instantly relaxes as I hear her pad towards the chair. Her small hand runs down my hair, brushing the nape of my neck before settling on my shoulder.

I wish her hands would stay tangled in my hair. Her skin and touch are so soothing.

And I'm not the only member of the group who has said so...

"Being up this late and *forcing* a song to happen is bad for your health." Her hand trails again. Up my nape then down my spine.

"I know..." I barely breathe. Afraid I'll break the spell and she will some how dissipate.

Over the past four months I've noticed things about _____.

Her beauty is unique and becomes even more breathtaking the better you get to know her.

Like a bud slowly blooming before your eyes.

Does she nurture my brothers this well?

This.... intimately?

Jealousy pangs in my stomach at the thought.

"Let's go to bed..." She whispers, "Sleep will help and you have such a busy AND early schedule tomorrow."

I look to her, searching her face for what I don't know. All I know is that somehow she is never tired and she is always patient.

She offers a small smile before patting my shoulder as if to encourage me to stand.

So I do.

She leads me to my room where she has made my bed so neatly. She enters my room and every time it causes my heart to pound. I always hope she stays but instead she falls into her normal routine.

She slips into the shared bathroom turning on the shower and some how getting the perfect temperature for me every time. She lays a fresh towel and pair of boxers on the bed for me, straightening them both just so.

I watch those deft hands fluff pillows and worry over the smallest of details before she stops. She meets me at the threshold of the door.

"Rest up Joonie." She winks, stepping gracefully around me when all I want to do is grab her face and crash my lips into her own.

I sigh in frustration as I make my way to the steaming shower.

The sound of her laugh wakes me.

"Yongiii!!! Stooopp." She giggles and my stomach twists. He must be teasing her about her Korean again. She has improved greatly, speaking full sentences without fault or fluster. But there are times in our one on ones that she bites her lip out of frustration before gracefully asking for a break.

I curl deeper begging the gods for a little more of the mindless sleep.

I should not be thinking of this woman as often as I do.

The dorm quiets as she shoos everyone to get ready promising coffee, tea, and morning treats at the shoot.

I drift slowly back into sleep as she helps the others with their outfits. All vying for her attention.

A soft knock pulls me back to the land of the living and I do not answer. I am so childishly hoping that if I act asleep she will leave.

Somehow convince the director that I will be in at a later time or hell even date. We've been going for weeks non stop to shoots, interviews and features that it's a wonder I could even write lyrics for half a song.

When I don't answer I hear her pad into the room. Pulling the curtain to the only window half open, sure to leave my face out of the rising sunlight.

"Namjoon?" She asks softly, hands feathering over my bare shoulder.

I continue to feign sleep. She let's out a sigh, not one of disappointment nor frustration but a different kind of sigh. Her fingers find my dyed hair. Pulling softly before her nails rake my scalp.

I can't keep back the soft groan that escapes my lips causing her fingers to slip away. I keep my eyes closed and resume my relaxed breathing. She must still think I'm asleep as she mutters to herself.

"Damn it ____, get your shit together."

Her hands find my shoulder.

"Oh King Joonie. It's time to wake up!" She sing songs. No longer using a gentle voice. She clicks the side table light on and I groan out of frustration.

"Come on sleepy head!" She says as I hear her digging in my closet, "We cannot be late. It will reflect poorly on my skills."

She giggles pulling a black shirt and jeans setting them at the foot of the bed.

I oblige, anything to keep her here.

An hour later she has us all lined up with our favorite makeup artist before she makes good on her promise of tea, coffee, and morning sweets. We all greedily take our bribe.

"Hobi, my sunshine..." She smiles fussing over his hair, "Dont forget to give it your all! Other wise no Sprite."

She winks before they both laugh.

"My golden maknae!" She smiles, "oh and my oppa please give it your best!"

"My V, My jimin, my suga! You can melt the hearts of all of ARMY." She continues to encourage us as we line up in order for our shoots. Finally she stands before me.

"RM, joonie!" She is so damn cute when she encourages us, "please do it all for ARMY!"

"I will." I smile to her and she returns it with a blinding one. She takes a step back to speak with the make up artists.

She always talks to the supporting crew but what I've failed to notice before were her questions.

She asks about our skin health, our irritability levels and even down to how our hair is. Each stylist makes a comment. She jots it all down in her notebook.

"Exaustion was hard to cover on all of them. Espeically Namjoon today."

"Yoongi's hair is becoming brittle from all of the stripping and dying. The shampoo and conditioners you've gotten him have helped greatly but I fear for the health of his hair."

Her eyes dart up, narrowing before her pencil angirly scratches at the pad.

"Noted. Thank you as always." She says perfectly in Korean. There are some phrases she had down pat before coming to the teachings of seven men. I subconsciously touch the skin beneath my eyes as the words echo in my head. I stare at Yoongi's dyed hair before fingering my own. He has had the most hair changes out of all of us.

The shoot drags on for hours longer than expected. With an intense interview to follow and with no time in between to grab a bite to eat.

Though it goes with out saying that _____ has been providing us snacks and drinks all day. But a man can only live off of snacks for so long. I need to take a break, if only for a moment in the bathroom. Just as I'm rounding the corner I hear two voices in a heated discussion.

"Manager. They are exhausted. The photographer has been outrageous to hold them hostage this long. None of them have had time to recover. The interview needs to be canceled for their health. If you want the nations across this green earth to love them then you need to listen to me." Her voice dips lower than I've ever heard. A few decibels shy of a growl as she continues.

"Speaking of canceled I have canceled Yoongi's hair dye appointment for next week as cleared out most of the boys schedules. This is starting to take a toll on their work. And I don't mean this extra work either. I'm talking their music."

Thankfully she leaves out my name. The thought of people knowing I'm struggling in the studio is as mortifying as if not being able to perform in the bedroom.

"You disrespect me and the people who have highly recommended you?" He snarls and I myself shrink back.

Clearly she does not.

"No, if anything I'm proving why I was so highly recommended. Do you think I let these idols run rampant? Do you think I let them become so overworked, so over stimulated to the point of them having some sort of break down whether public or private while in my care? The answer is no." Its as if I can hear her squaring her shoulders as she speaks, "My job is to take care of their well being. My job is take make sure theirs is not becoming too much. My job is to remember that they are human. My job is to stand up for them when they cannot or are too proud to. So I'm telling you now that they are going to need today and the rest of the weekend off otherwise you are both jeopardizing their health and asking me to step down as their assistant."

My heart beats out of my chest at the thought of her leaving. I almost turn the corner to wrap her under my arm and threaten the manager to keep her on board myself but a deep sigh stops me.

"They were not lying when you said you truly have an idol's best interest at heart." Another sigh, "I will begin making phone calls now. When the shoot let's out please continue to live up to your recommendations."

"As always." She retorts.

#namjoon x y/n #namjoon x reader #kim namjoon #bts namjoon

[uhmandab]

The Time I (mistakenly) Dyed My Hair Pink

Have you ever just woken up one morning and thought “I’m gonna skip school and dye my hair pink”. No? Can’t relate.

You’re probably thinking “did she actually dye her hair pink?” or “were here parents mad?” or “has she gone mad?” Well, to answer all your questions. Yes.

I don’t know what clicked in my brain or how the hell I managed to pull off dyeing it without going crazy, or my Caribbean ass mother beating me with her slipper. But, I did it.

So here’s the story:

One morning, I woke up and was like “I want to dye my hair pink”. And for some reason that thought was stuck in my head the ENTIRE day. So, that night at work, I called my friend who does hair and was like “Hey, can you dye my hair pink tomorrow?” And her first reaction was, and I kid you not, “bitch, are you okay?” I mean, yeah? After talking with my friend we had an appointment set for the next day at 9 am despite me having to be at school. Now, you’re probably thinking “did her parents really let her skip school?” The simple answer for that: they didn’t know, oops. Sorry mom and dad. But, they liked it so they weren’t too mad

(I lied, they were mad).

The next day I went in for my appointment and all together, it took 9 hours to completely bleach, tone, and dye my hair. Pretty sure all of the bleach damaged a few of my brain cells but it’s fine. And at the end of the day, it was pretty cool but after awhile I hated it because it took so much energy to keep up with it, and I’m lazy.

Moral of the story: don’t fucking dye your hair pink, its takes too long and requires too much to maintain it.

And just a side note to future me: chill out and think about stupid decisions before you make them.

[canaryatlaw]

okay, so. most of the day was fairly boring lol as expected but tonight of course was super awesome. I had set a 1 pm wake up if you’re not already awake alarm but I ended up waking up to my phone buzzing right at 11 am, it was a Chicago number so I answered and chatted with this guy from this legal company that does boring shit like document review and is doing like part time temporary hiring projects, which would obviously be a short term fix as I’m still looking for full time employment, but they pay like $20 an hour (and you don’t technically have to be licensed for some of their stuff, so being that I am licensed I miiiiiight get to do some more intense stuff for more pay? Idk, have to see) so I have an 11 am Skype interview scheduled with them for tomorrow morning to chat about that stuff. I’m obviously not like dying to get this job or anything but it’d be nice to have some income while I’m still looking, like if I did like 15-20 hours a week that’s $300-$400 so that’s not insignificant. I’m just gonna be super upfront with them about the fact that I’m seeking permanent employment and if I start anything with them there is a solid chance I will up and leave with fairly short notice, and if they’re not okay with that then we won’t do it, but I get the feeling since a lot of their shit is short term they’ll probably be okay with it. So after I got off that phone call I looked up the number for Ulta and called them to push back my haircut appointment which was booked for 12, I was trying to do think if there was somewhere I could plant myself downtown and do a Skype interview to then just run to the appointment but I obviously don’t want to do like, starbucks, and beyond trying to sneak into my old student org office at school (that’s no longer mine obviously) there’s not very many options, so I was hoping we could just push the haircut back a bit till like 2 and she happened to have an opening then so that was perfect because she gets booked up fairly consistently, so I lucked out there. After that I was lazy and went on my phone for a bit before getting up and going on my laptop at the kitchen table while I ate breakfast and then eventually moved over to the couch and was just listening to podcasts while on my computer for a while, then ended up watching the pilot of the new amazon prime show “Hanna” that’s not actually premiering to March but they were making the pilot available for like 24 hours after the superbowl for some reason and I was fairly intrigued by that (I never did actually see the movie its based on) and it was okay I guess? I wasn’t like super enthralled in it but I may give it a try for a few episodes when it comes out. The main actress is pretty good, but she’s a lot older than I thought she was (she actually turns 19 like, today) when I thought she was more like 13 or 14. and she’s apparently not been in much of anything up to this point, so good for her. After that I just turned the tv off and listened to more Panic music since I downloaded a bunch last night on top of what I downloaded after the concert last week so I could be more familiar with that while doing some computer stuff and trying to get some more Batwoman comic reading done. I was trying to see what they had on DC Universe before switching over to Comixology (which I have to pay for) but they only have issues 1-12 of her new 52 run which is apparently significantly longer than that and I burned through those very quickly, and the other ones on there are basically just one-off appearances in a random Batman story. So I guess I’ll read those then see what I can get on Comixology (they apparently have a subscription thing now which may be more affordable than paying for each comic, I’ll have to see what’s the deal with that). Around 4:30 I started getting ready, tried to do my make up very carefully and ended up trying to use my liquid eyeliner on my bottom lid which I normally don’t do but I like accidentally got some on there when trying to get it on my top lid (not sure how I managed to do that) and wanted to see if I could do the rest. It turned out pretty good in the immediate aftermath at least, but when I got home it had migrated down my face a good bit which is basically my biggest pet peeve with black eyeliner so I probably won’t be doing that again (I’m gonna see if I can find a better one at Ulta/Sephora tomorrow, since I’ll be at the Ulta and there’s a Sephora down the street and I want to find something that’s a Sephora brand product. There’s apparently also a Sally’s around there which I may also hit up for some hair dyeing supplies). But I finished getting ready and got on the bus at like 5:30 to meet Jess at her work so we could go straight to the concert from there, I was supposed to get there slightly before she got off so she could use it as an excuse to leave but the bus was being uncooperative (as public transit often is) and I ended up not getting there until like right when she got off, but it wasn’t a big deal because we weren't really in a rush being that we knew Panic didn’t actually take the stage until like, 8:30 lol. We stopped at a mcdonalds drive thru on the way where we got twenty nuggets, two cokes, and a medium fries (it’s always a debate about how many nuggets to get, because Jess is like “but I want more than 10″ when we’re splitting 20 but it’s more expensive to order 30 nuggets than it would be to order 40 nuggets and that’s just way too many (we did try that once) so I was saying we could do a 20 and a 6 piece but ended up just going with the 20 for us to split. Drove the rest of the way out, the concert was out by the airport which is a bit of a hike but we’re used to going there because most Chicago cons are in a venue that’s right by there. There was fairly massive traffic getting into the venue, and we had some momentary panic (no pun intended) regarding paying for parking because we didn't have any cash and didn’t know if they’d take card, but luckily they did so that crisis was averted. of course it’s bullshit that they’re charging $25 to just park in their giant ass parking lot, but that’s life for ya. Once we parked we had to kinda run to the venue because it was cold and we were both bumming it without our regular coats (I had a leather jacket on) so we were happy when we got in there. Got in without issue, climbed up the stairs to the top level of course and found our seats. We were literally like, the furthest section back on the side before the other seats just weren’t sold because you couldn’t be able to see (the other half of our section was actually closed off) but despite that we actually had a fairly good view and could see most of everything, just mostly from a side view and sometimes the back, lol. I was pumped though because I spent like all of last week wishing I could relive the concert and now I was getting to do that, so I was very excited. The new perspective was interesting, we got to see things from different angles which was interesting, like him popping up onto the stage when he first came out and just jumps up so it looks like he just gets shot out at fairly high speed lol. The set list was the same of course, except I’ve been listening to the music all week and actually knew the vast majority of the songs this time and could sing along, so I felt accomplished for that. I did manage to take a good amount of videos that I posted all on my instagram story if you want to check those out (@ racheleiley) and this time I didn’t ugly sing while recording lol so they’re better quality than the ones from last week. But yeah it was really good, I still got super anxious and cringey when he was on the floating piano above the crowd and very clearly not strapped into anything and like, going to the edge of the platform and I like, couldn’t watch because it stressed me out too much lol but thankfully he made it back okay. When Girls/Girls/Boys came on we hadn’t gotten the little paper colored hearts to put over our cell phone lights this time because we were in the reject section that was mostly empty, but it was still enjoyable and he definitely had no less than 10 pride flags thrown onstage at him during it which he picked every single one up and draped them over him and he was like “this is a record” which was great. But yeah, I really enjoyed all of it. When he came back out for the encore someone threw a little teddy bear onstage and he was like “aw, this is the cutest teddy bear, I’m keeping this” and put it in his back pocket as he kept performing and it was really fucking cute lol. He must be in really good shape to be doing this sometimes multiple times a week because it’s so much energy expended and his voice is so strong to be able to handle it (makes sense that he did a stint on Broadway). But yeah, I enjoyed it a lot and got much better videos this time so I’m pleased with that. Once it ended we managed to get out of the parking lot relatively quickly, definitely a lot quicker than we expected because we kinda cut around part of the line to get to the exit faster (sorry not sorry 🤷🏻‍♀️) and then made it the rest of the way home, and Jess made me walk back to my place from her apartment instead of dropping me off which she could’ve VERY EASILY done, but she was being a butt and trying to get payback because she always has to make the walk when we hang out at my place (which we do the vast majority of the time). So I walked home, thankfully it wasn’t too cold, and then spent a while uploading the videos to my instagram story because it was being uncooperative while at the concert so I had to do them all after. My roommate got home shortly after I did and somehow managed to leave her keys in the front door, but now our front door wouldn’t unlock, so she was gonna go around the back to get to the front and asked if I had my front door key, which I thought she meant the front door to our apartment, so I gave her that she disappeared. Not long after I could hear someone calling my name so I went to the front door and was like ??? yes??? but she wasn’t at the door and I was thoroughly confused as to where she could be until it occurred to me that maybe she was locked outside, so I went down the backstairs to the back door where she was in fact stuck, we had a slight miscommunication on the key situation and she couldn’t get the front door of the building to open because I gave her the wrong key, whoops, but we got it figured out and fixed the door situation so that was good. After that was settled I got in the shower and started getting ready for bed and now I am here. I’ve been writing this post for about 40 minutes and it’s now 2 am, I have to get up at at least 10:30 tomorrow to make sure I’m presentable for the Skype interview so I think I should get to bed now. Goodnight loves. Have a lovely Tuesday.

#daily journal #February 2019 #Jess tag #Panic! At The Disco

[katieeebugzz]

11/9/2020 10:28pm

i haven’t updated in a while and i feel like i should

though it’s been about a week and a half, nothing much has happened. i had some friends over for halloween and found out boys are actually garbage.

i’ve done all of my school work- well...i’m almost done with my last english assignment for the week and then i have more of my late modem art work to do BUT for now i’m pretty good with what i have due.

on halloween, my friends all got together to hang out. i had some friends from college, my close highschool friends, and friends from the town i grew up in before i moved. some of my friends drank and the rest went home. one of my close friends started flirting with one of my other friends when she was drunk and ended up dropping him a couple days later. yeah i know- yikes. they’re over each other now and it’s not so weird anymore. the guy i was talking to came too! he wanted me to do his makeup so we just sat in my room for about an hour talking and doing his makeup...not many of my friends liked him that much.

speaking of the pretty boy i was talking to, i decided to not talk to him as much due to the that i think he’s been trying to play me since the beginning. we hung out at his dorm and we were messing with eachother and i said how much i weighted because i told him i never grew any taller since 8th grade i just gained a little weight and he flat out told me “that i looked like i weighted more than i said i did”

.... way to ruin the moment and make my insecurities grow huh-

and not just that but everytime i tried to hang out with him hed shoot me down and then cry over his ex and how badly his anxiety is. now i understand having bad anxiety believe me i almost had a panic attack at band practice today, but when i say my mom has about 4 panic attacks a week AT LEAST while she’s on antidepressants AND STILL FUNCTIONS NORMALLY !!!

idk if just didn’t set right with me...

so now i’m out of a pretty boy with my anxiety going up and down without antidepressants. yay :)

me and my mom scheduled me a doctors appointment because my anxiety goes up about 3-5 days out of the whole week so that’s cool.

i also think the pink hair girl i’m friends with is starting to use me too-

she always leaves her shit in my car and came to my house just to dye her hair AND STAINED UP ALMOST EVERYTHING IN MY BATHROOM !!! when we were working on her hair (i had to help she has really longed hair) we got some on the floor so i got bleach to clean it up. i got all of it off of everything and told her how the shower worked and things like that. the next day, all of her shit was everywhere and she stained up more stuff in the bathroom !!!

me and my mom both have bleached and dyed our hair and not once have we stained up the bathroom!! it’s been pissing me off but i guess accidents happen..

plus i told her i couldn’t pick her up today for practice and she literally skipped. from the dorms to the practice lot where we have band is at most a 10 minute walk. it’s not that far. i’ve walked that walk twice in one day and i was fine.

anyways i have homework i need to work on, classes tomorrow morning, and band practice in our uniforms after all of that. so i’ll write more later.

drink water and have a goodnight :)

the really tired college student, katie

#lifestyle blog #blog #blog post #i haven’t posted in a while #i need to post more #i hope everyone is safe and well #goodnight #college #college is dumb #boys are dumb as hell #i wish i could come out and like girls #some friends are shit lol #my back hurts #i really should be doing hw lmaooo

[lovemesomesurveys]

Are you the type of person who is often in an off and on relationships? I’m the type of person who is never in a relationship. Do you know what high school your father went to? Yes. Do you eat breakfast daily? Nope. The most I have is a package of mini muffins with my coffee. How many people have you liked this year? I’ve been trying to figure out my feelings and where I stand with someone. Who was the last person to cook dinner? My mom.

Do you think about school/work a lot on the weekends? No, since I’m not working or in school.

How many times have you actually been in love? Twice. What time will you be getting up tomorrow morning? Bleh I have to get up early tomorrow for lab work and a doctor appointment following that. Let’s test your memory, what color shirt were you wearing yesterday? Well, that’s easy because I’m wearing the same black sweatshirt that I wore yesterday. Is anyone falling for you? Nope. What is your current annoyance? My neighbor’s dogs and their excessive barking. What do you currently hear at the moment? My TV. The dogs have stopped... for now. Honestly, if you could go back 1 month and change something, would you? Yes. Your brother tells you he’s in jail, what do you say? I’d be shocked if either one of my brothers were in jail, but I’d especially be concerned if it was my younger brother. Do you have siblings over the age of 21? Yes, he’s 33. Do you think you can last in a relationship for six months? I think so. How many pills do you take a day? 6. Do you think you’re wasting your time on the person you like? I don’t like to think of it as time wasted, but I yeah I mean I don’t think anything is going to happen. I feel like things are too far gone to get back to how they once were. It just feels different. Is the room you are in right now clean or a mess? It’s clean. What are you stressed out about? My health and my doctor appointment tomorrow. What color is your hair? Naturally it’s dark brown, but I dye it red. Do you wear glasses? Yes. When is the next time you’ll kiss someone? Who knows. Last December, what was your love life like? Non-existent like it is now. Have you ever been around someone who was high? Yes. Do you currently have a hickey? Nope. Are you the type of person who has a new boyfriend/ girlfriend every week? As I said in the beginning, I’m the type of person who is never in a relationship.

#personal #text #survey #surveys

[withlovebora]

Taking the next step

I feel excited about this week more than usual because I know my holiday starts soon. It’s not extremely long but it’s better than nothing. So I can relax well this coming Friday and next Monday. I think I mentioned it in my previous entry but I’m starting to get notifications to write monthly reports. I got 4 notifications this morning and I really pushed myself this time and I was able to complete the reports 2 hours after I got the notification. Completing those reports made me feel really good and I’ll continue to be more productive. A lot of things happened today. I finally made up my mind about my hair. Even though my hair is in good condition, I want to return back to my normal hair color. It’s just not very nice to see my roots growing out. Absolutely, I could just dye the roots every few months but that means I have to keep purchasing hair dye. I thought even though it’s not the most fashionable hair color, I’ll go back to my original/natural one. It saves time and my hair can stay healthy by not frequently coloring it. I have an appointment tomorrow but I don’t think I’ll have enough time to stop by a store to buy coloring. Maybe on Wednesday. My sister had a cute survey to do in school and everyone in my family participated in the survey because she needed 20 people to participate. I’m sure her teacher will give her a nice score. Speaking of school, my sisters have quizzes at the end of the week. My dad and I will take turns helping them study. I’m sure you they will do really great. The highlight of my day was that I finally did it. I made an appointment to go to the clinic tomorrow morning. Even though I want this to be my own personal journey, I had to tell my parents. They would be worried if I just left the house without telling them the true reason. I’m an adult but my parents still worry about me. Maybe too much but I know it’s out of love. My dad was very supportive and my mom is just worried. I could write more about her concerns but I just told her to understand me and respect what I want to do. I thought about telling him but my choice is not to tell him yet. It’s interesting, we chatted this evening before I started work, and he told me to seek help. I know he has wanted me to get help and I’m doing everything one step at a time. I’m thankful for him wanting me to better understand myself. I just hope he respects it. That I didn’t tell him today. I kind of acted like I wasn’t so interested in seeking help. I’m so sorry for him but I want him to respect that this is MY journey. I promise to tell him when I’m comfortable to tell him. I hope he respects that. I know he has doubts in me now, so even if I told him I’m going to get help. He would say, really? Where is your proof? That’s just how I feel. I could be wrong though. But I promise to tell him everything when the time is right. For now only my parents will know and nobody else because that is what I want.  With love, Bora.