#i l*ke him..... <3

[blkwag]

:/

#i feel really bad rn bc I wanted to say hi to this guy but he works camera for the games #he works where I interned recently and I know how busy they get and how there’s like 3 people in his ear at once #so I didn’t want to scream his name and distract him #i was going to say hey to him when the game ended but he was already gone #and now I feel like bc this guy actually seems to l*ke me #but then again idk if he saw me at the game but :/ #i just don’t want him to think that like.. I don’t like him either #im so bad at this omg. but I’ve never experienced this so i kinda don’t know what to do #but anyways. i feel bad for not at least trying to say hey to him even during a break :/ #ugh 🫠 this is weird and annoying

[secretly-tumb1r]

I loveeeee the jj, enemies to lovers 🫦

omg yes absolutely (btw in this story JJ’s dad is called James bc we don’t stan L*ke)

JJ was a part of your life since you can remember. He was the son of your dad’s best friend. But that didn’t keep you from absolutely despising his guts.

He was the type of guy to rip off all you dolls heads and shave their hair off. The type of guy who would kick you with the muddiest ball he could find, ruining your perfect pink dress, the type of guy that you hated.

Whenever your Uncle James (your dad’s best friend) would come over with JJ, which was basically everyday, you hid in your room to avoid the mischievous blond.

You had overheard your dad and James talk about how James is moving out of OBX for a job, their tones heartbreaking. Sure you hated JJ, but you loved your Uncle James, he was like a second dad to you and it wasn’t his fault his son was the spawn of satan.

A part of you was devastated they were moving away, but a bigger part was happy that you will finally gain peace from JJ and his doll killing ways.

it was a Saturday morning, when your mother woke you up to go to the Maybanks’ house, as it was their last day in OBX.

“ma do i really have to go? I already said bye to them last night! Plus i hate JJ!”

“y/n don’t be so mean, get up and get dressed”

That was 3 years ago. You were 13 and JJ was 13 and 2 months. Even though he was Only 2 months older, he always would make fun of you for being younger.

“Y/n you do as i say because i’m older” he’s say with a proud look on his face.

Flash forward to 3 years when the maybank family have decided to move back to their home town. The outer banks, paradise on earth. As expected you were not excited at all, remembering how awful JJ was before he moved away. You also were not eager to lose your peace to JJ Maybank.

“y/n come downstairs!!” your mother called eagerly. She did not see JJ’s evil side like you did, and never understood how you could hate him so much. In her eyes, he could do nothing wrong. He was like a second child to her.

You groan and get up, slowly making your way down the stairs to attempt to make your peace last for even a few minutes.

Once you come down the final step, JJ, sitting on your couch, turns around to face you. You cant believe your eyes. He’s.. gorgeous.

woah you think to yourself he’s changed so much in the last 3 years

“y/n! c’mere i’ve missed you!” JJ stands up pulling you into a hug. You freeze. For the first time in your life, your opinion about JJ changes. He looks and feels different.

You allow yourself to melt into his touch as his hands rest on your waist, yours on his shoulders making the hug much more intimate than you intended, and less than he did.

You see, you never knew but JJ had a massive crush on you, and he was devastated to leave you, but now? now that he’s moved back? He was gonna make you his.

Please comment if you want a part 2!!

#rudy pankow #obx fanfiction #obx jj #18+ #jj maybank obx #rafe obx #secretly tumblr #jj obx #obx #obx smut

[kishmishorkissish]

Got to know that certains are hating on ishan and saying their fvrt is getting hate cause of him bhai tumhari vaali kuch vi kare hume kya hum to jaante vi nhi ki vo kya krti hai ya kya kiya hai usne , vese hi jindagi mai km kalesh hai jo aur laaye. 💀💀

And hating on that guy bruhh are you guyss fr 💀💀🤡🤡🤡 . I literally don't know how can someone hate him 🎀🎀🎀

Chalo list banate hai ki ishan ko hate kyu mil rhi hai kya mtlb velli hu

1. Break liya tb troll kiya fer ranji khelne se mna kiya tb mila hate.

2. Mi mai hardik ke saath rha , to logo ko lga ki ro ko chodh diya bhai ye log hardik ko itna hate isliye hi dete hai na ki ro ne uska saath diya fer vi usne ro ko backstab kiya , but jb vo cheez ishan nhi kr rha hardik ke saath mtlb usko support kr rha hai tb ye log keh rhe hai ki dick riding kr rha hai uski saalo L tumahara. Aur jabki ishan ne sides choose Kari to 2 family hojegi 💀💀 you know the amount of pressure he has naah , just hating on him.

3. Thanks certains and their president 😌😌😌 iss mahine ka vi quota pura ho jega 😌😌😌

#ishman #ishan kishan

[astralnino]

Ken.. he's so sweet man idfk what the movie would be without him!

here's a small ode to ken <3

(barbieland au, !heartbroken ken x !sensitivefem y/n)

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"im just ken.. i.."

It was yet another pleasantly cold night with a gentle breeze which smelled like the sea. Sitting on the sand, Ken was thinking, contemplating his existence. Barbie had left, and he had been feeling empty inside out, he believed his heart had a void which couldn't be filled by anyone or anything... Until he saw you.

"hey there! why are you out this late?" y/n asks in a gentle tone, but it startles and disorients ken nonetheless. "Oh hey, it's nothing much, just pondering my feelings-", he pauses to look at your face and he stops. He looks deep into your e/c eyes and lets out a small gasp. It's been forever since he felt this way, since Barbie left. He quickly come to his senses and says, "I have never seen you here before.. what's your name?". "y/n. y/n l/n, nice to meet you.. ke-" "Ken. I'm Ken."

"Yeah! Nice to meet you Ken!" You say while taking a proper look at him. His skin shone under the moonlight, and gave him a mystical aura. His brown eyes and perfect jawline made him look unearthly, almost TOO perfect.. but, he's just another Ken.. right..? You end your train of thought there. You notice Ken blush and you realise- you've been staring at him. for a long time. You quickly look left and right, evidently flustered and take a seat next to him, wondering how to start your next line of conversation. You furrow your eyebrows and pout your lips, as you did when you were in deep thought. All that while, Ken couldn't help but admire your cute face, pretty lips and your personality, which radiated warmth and pleasantness. You barely exchanged a few words, but Ken felt something else, a deep connection which could only be forged over a long period of time. He then realises, at that moment, you are eerily similar to Barbie in more ways than one. That takes him back to the thought of how much he misses Barbie and unknowingly starts tearing up.

"OH, Ken? Are you alright?" You exclaim as soon as you notice his eyes well up. "No.. no y/n. She left me- left us to go become a human. i haven't seen her in the past six months and- and I don't know how much longer I can go without seeing her-" he barely manages to complete that sentence before tears stream down his face, and he starts whimpering and sobbing. You are heartbroken seeing his miserable state, and you hug him slowly, making comforting little whispers.

"don't worry.. everything will get better soon" you say before your eyes start getting moist.

Ken looks into your eyes like a lost, broken puppy, and your heart melts.

You hold him close to you, a stranger who you know nothing about yet you feel an unexplained attraction towards, and you let him cry in your arms.

you solemnly whisper into the night- "I will take care of you.. i promise."

#x reader #barbie #ken #ryan gosling #cute #hearttouching #just ken #ken fluff #fluff #cutexreader #ken and barbie

[scarletttries]

You Are In Love (Eddie Munson x Reader series)

Part Thirteen: You're In Love, True Love

Pairing: Eddie Munson (Stranger Things) x F! Reader

Tags: References to the horrors of Stranger Things and the upside down, and nightmares had too.

Word Count: 2.6k

Author's Note: This is the thirteenth and final part of my Eddie Munson series inspired by Taylor Swift's "You Are In Love". Thank you so much to everyone who's been following the series, it's so bittersweet that this is the final chapter because it has been so lovely to write this and interact with you all! Links for all the other parts are in my Eddie Munson Masterlist, along with all my other Eddie fics in case you will now have a void in your life for Eddie content 😊 As always please feel free to send me thoughts and headcanons for Eddie Munson, especially as soon I'll be back to writing one shots for him <3 And if you need another Swiftie Eddie Munson fic to get you through after this, I highly recommend probably my favourite Eddie Munson fic ever Begin Again by @pullhisteeth-archive 💕

Gif credit to @vigilanteshit 🥰

Cause you can hear in the silence,

You could feel yourself twisting the rings on your fingers over and over again as the lights sunk down low, a wild cheer rising up from the tables around you in response.

"Do you think you'll ever not be nervous at these things?" Robin teased, tongue haphazardly chasing the thin straw doing laps around the edge of her glass.

"Never. That's why he's the rockstar." You laughed in response as the band stepped out on stage, excited chants of 'Corroded Coffin' filling the small room as spotlights flooded the stage, your own voice joining the chorus eagerly.

"And you're just the very lucky groupie that gets to take him home at the end of the night." Robin's shoulder bumped into yours as she threw her hands in the air with a scream just as the rest of the crowd quietened down, loud enough that you could see a smile crack across Eddie's face as he stepped up to the microphone.

"Thank you so much for that very warm welcome. We are Corroded Coffin." He paused as another cheer echoed through the hall, glancing behind him in disbelief to check his friends were hearing just as much support as he was. "And if it's okay with you, tonight we're going to start with a love song. For someone who knows exactly who they are."

No matter how many times you'd seen the band play since they got out of Hawkins and found a city that actually had a scene for them, you'd never get used to this: The moment of quiet before it all kicked off where Eddie would always find you in the crowd, giving you a soft look that even managed to make him blush, and made sure even in the silence you knew that every sound he made was for you.

As the drumsticks started to tap behind him he finally forced his eyes away from you and to the rest of the audience, masterfully picking up the beat with his guitar and launching into what had fast become one of the band's local hits. It wasn't hard to notice him sneaking looks throughout the set, gaze skimming between dancing bodies as the electric atmosphere seemed to infect everyone listening. Robin quickly found herself up on the table dancing, even convincing you to get to your feet by the time came for the encore demand for another song. The band happily obliged, the difference in their start in Hawkins to the enthusiasm of the crowd tonight enough to make them reluctant to ever step off the little bar's stage, even as the lights rose back up and the crowd began to thin.

Manhandling Robin more than a little to get her safely off the table and back onto solid ground, putting on quite the spectacle for the remaining bar patrons, you dragged her over to the front of the stage where the boys were unplugging instruments and signing setlists for brand new fans.

"(Y/n) (Y/l/n)! What are you doing here!?" Gareth bellowed, hopping off the stage and pulling you into a hug, never one to miss the chance to remind Eddie of his disbelief.

"Oh you know, Eddie still needs to keep up appearances as long as you're around." You teased as the man in question excused himself from a nearby group of fans, draping an arm across your shoulder and landing a kiss against your cheek.

"Yeah, this ruse is starting to get kind of elaborate." He sighed in defeat, letting his hand find yours, twisting the delicate ring on your left hand happily, a habit he'd picked up subconsciously since you started wearing it about a year ago.

"You guys were amazing tonight!" Robin cheered loudly, the beaming smiles on each of their faces not going unnoticed for a moment.

"Seriously! And the crowd loved it." You added, smile full of pride as you pulled Eddie close, his lips settling on yours much to the disappointment of a few of his onlooking new fans. You leaned into him, letting him consume you, the joy and excitement radiating off him as his tongue brushed against yours.

"Ugh, whatever he's paying you (Y/n), it's not enough for that." Gareth mocked, letting Robin lead him back to your table, knowing the two of you might be a while.

You can feel it on the way home,

You turned the radio dial all the way down as you concentrated on the street signs around you, reciting the directions to yourself as you slowly weaved through the city traffic until it began to thin into residential streets. You'd only been in your new job five days, every day this week having to walk yourself through the directions after insisting Eddie didn't need to drive you to and from work despite, as he was so keen to remind you, that worked out pretty well for him in high school. It was a big adjustment, even just spending this time apart, both a little unsettled in the place you were trying to make your new home, finding somewhere that had everything you loved about Hawkins (except the most important people) but also made up for all the things it lacked for you both. You could feel your insides buzzing with excitement as you took the penultimate turning in your winding little route, the knowledge you had a weekend in your new place with Eddie spreading a smile across your cheeks before you could even see the familiar little house.

As you twisted the key and heard it click, the pounding of drums and guitars quickly filled the air, a Black Sabbath record spinning in the cosy living room, your own metalhead dancing along behind the kitchen counter.

"You're home!" He cried out happily the second your movement caught his eye, abandoning the box he'd been unpacking and sprinting over to wrap his arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug like it had been a lot longer than eight hours since you'd stepped out that same door. "Did you have a good day?" He asked loudly, still clutching you close, breathing you in as you nodded happily against his chest.

"Yeah it was good, I think I'm gonna like it there." You chirped happily, optimistic for the future you and Eddie were building here together. "But I'm much happier to be home with you for the next few days." You added, withdrawing just enough to land a kiss on his cheek, wrinkled by his proud smile as he took your coat and wondered how he'd got lucky enough to finally experience the joy of someone coming home to him. "How was your day Eddie?" At your question he gripped your hand excitedly, pulling you with him as he gave you a tour of his productive day of home-making,

"It was great sweetheart, I've now unpacked all our records." He showed off the little stack of them under the record player with a flourish of his arm, turning the volume dial down slightly to continue his description,

"And I finally got our phone working, so I called Wayne to let him know and he talked me through how to make his famous Munson casserole, which is now in the oven." You took a deep inhale of the air and let the homely aroma fill your senses, letting out an impressed hum as he spoke."And, it's a good thing I fixed our phone because that record store I talked to yesterday called back to say I could start work on Monday!" He lifted you in the air as you let out an excited squeal, knowing just how much this meant to him.

"Congratulations gorgeous, that's amazing! I told you they'd love you, and I would know, i'm kind of the expert in loving you." You praised, cupping his cheeks between your palms and peppering his blushing face in celebratory kisses.

"I couldn't have done it without you." He replied proudly, excitedly talking you through the phone call and all the details of the little shop he couldn't wait for. "And the owner said if I like live music, then the bar next door is always putting on gigs for local bands looking to get started, and he knows the promoter. So I figured maybe tomorrow night, me and you could go check it out, see if it seems like somewhere we might like?" He asked smoothly, cut off by you voicing the thought in his head lingering doubt wouldn't let him say aloud.

"And see if it's somewhere Corroded Coffin could play! That would be perfect." The bright look in your eyes as you spoke filled Eddie with confidence he tried to downplay,

"I don't want to get ahead of myself..." You pressed your lips to his, silencing his self-doubt before correcting him,

"You have so many amazing things ahead of you. And thank you for doing so much here today." You pulled him tightly back into a hug, feeling him relax into your arms happily before a beeping timer in the kitchen jolted him upright. Glancing down at the same plastic watch he'd been wearing in high school Eddie frowned, dancing around the kitchen counter and staring at the chiming oven in confusion.

"That's not supposed to be beeping yet...umm, why don't you make yourself comfortable while I roll for initiative against our oven? I unpacked your favourites..." You heard his voice trail off as he crouched to eye level with his foe, maneuvering yourself carefully between stacks of boxes yet to be unpacked to squeeze into your bedroom, the door only opening just enough as duffel bags of clothes lay stacked behind it. The double bed that took up most the room was only half-made, Eddie putting in the effort to fold back your side only, and lay out two familiar items: the same checkered boxer shorts and loose black band tee he'd let you borrow, then steal, the first time he'd ever leant you his clothes.

As you slipped into the familiar outfit and perched yourself on the sofa, watching Eddie flick through the notes he'd made on the phone to his uncle, two mismatched carnival bears sat against the armrest beside you, you couldn't help but think maybe you'd found a new favourite definition for the word 'home'.

You can see it with the lights out,

He wasn't sure if it was the burning pain in his side, or the strangled cry clawing its way out of his throat that had woken him first from the latest installment of his ongoing upside down themed nightmares. Bolting upright he could feel his lungs burning, struggling to gulp down enough breath as the dark shadows around him seemed to dance in the shape of those awful twisted bats that haunted him. He looked around in desperation, not sure whether he had reached safety yet, clutching his side as if to protect himself from a deeper wound as his body trembled against your shared sheets.

You recognised the feeling and flicked your lamp on before your brain really woke up enough to put any words to the action. Eddie's dark eyes darted to you as he shivered, watching you rise up onto your knees, settling directly in front of him and starting to speak softly,

"Edward Munson, you are safe." You brought your arms around his waist, starting to work gentle circles into his lower back in time with your calm, melodic voice, "You are out of Hawkins. You are not in the upside down." Your soothing massage drifted up his broad back as you spoke, eyes locked intensely with his. "You graduated. It's now 1988." Your thumbs kneaded the tender flesh of his shoulders as your hands lifted higher, before easing gently up his neck, feeling the tension melt away as stillness settled over his body.

"You are in our home, with the little black front door we did a pretty good job of painting ourselves." A small smile cracked across his face, letting a single tear spill from his eye as you brushed your thumbs over his cheeks, before sweeping them across his forehead, smoothing the deep valleys furrowed there. "You are in our bedroom, in our bed, with me." Combing the hair out of his face with your fingers you leaned forward to plant a gentle kiss on the tip of his nose before concluding, "You are safe, and everything is okay." Eddie let himself take one full breath, his nervous tension melting away with every reassuring word until finally he pulled you tightly against his chest, forehead resting on yours as the words spilled like a prayer into the dark night air filling the room, "I love you."

You are in love, true love. You are in love.

"Crap!" The shout rang out down the hall as Eddie tugged the sleeve of his coat from where it sat hooked on the bedroom door, watching as the glistening button burst free of the fabric and tumbled to the ground, rolling across the floor until it came to rest by your foot. You glanced up from your hunched over position on the rug, frantically filling out the final few Christmas cards before the long drive back to Hawkins for the holidays, picking up the golden circle carefully and catching Eddie's eye as you shared the same sentimental smile.

"Think you could help me with that? For old times sake?" Eddie asked softly, dropping the packed bags in his hands, and rummaging in a kitchen draw until he found the small sewing kit you'd kept since your cheerleading days.

"I don't know, I seem to remember getting in a lot of trouble the last time I fixed your coat." You teased with a knowing gleam in your eye, patting the floor beside you as you shifted a small pile of wrapped boxes out of the way.

"Yeah, but it worked out pretty well in the end, wouldn't you say?" He quizzed happily, sitting as close to you as humanly possible as he placed his arm and the damaged cuff carefully in your lap, wishing he could tell his younger self this was where he'd end up one day. You sat in thoughtful silence for a moment as you began to add a few familiar stitches before glancing back up at Eddie, who looked down at you like he couldn't picture a happier circumstance to find himself in.

"It worked out perfectly." You replied sincerely, letting him steal a quick, warm kiss before turning your attention to the button below, suddenly sure that you knew from the first moment you weaved the first thread through this coat all those years ago, that you were in love. True love.

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You Are In Love taglist:

@lacrymosa-24 @aftermidnightwriting @fluttergirl1202 @tayhar811 @souls-rain @neewtmas @kimmi-kat @wintrrrsoldier @dylanmunson @sidthedollface2

@eddiemunson95 @mistiatmosphere @singularattitudeofasafetypin @omgsquee2001

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[octan-computer]

Expand Kragle

-mini moments unlocked-

"y3s.... °f c0ur§3 .. Huh?... 0h... Y3s y3s I hav3 it und3r c0ntr0|.."

"computer.. there is someone trying to get into Octan through the front door, it's not Bad Cop. It's the same strange guy from before."

"R3ally...? The sam3 0ne...? VVhat is the n33d 0f that guy...? S0m3thing te3||s me πh4π if we k33p §c4ring h|m 4w4y, h3'll k33p c0ming b4ck."

"Computer maybe we can-"

"|t'§ 'Lord' n0t c°mputer... h°w m4ny π|m3s d0 I n33d t0 r3m|nd y0u...?"

"i'm sorry Lord Computer... but you literally have the face of-"

"JU§T L0RD."

"UGH, OKAY LORD at least let my system process it!!!"

"| w|ll r|p 0ut y0ur §y§tems 4nd h4ng th3m 0n my w4ll |f y0u d0n't pr0ces§ |t."

"of course, of course, As I said, we can use the Kragle to stop him from bothering us."

"Th4t...th4t's a g00d id34 4ctually...| l|ke |t, I d0."

[activating Kragle]

[Kragle activated]

[Kragle coming down from the roof]

"0k, KR4GLE, | h4v3 4 t4sk f0r y0u.."

"L|sten t0 m3, th3r3's 4 guy 0uts|de 4t th3 t0w3r d00r, | w4nt y0u t0 g0 th3r3 4nd fr33z3 h|m.Th3n y0u'll c0m3 b4ck 4nd g|v3 |t t0 m3... 4nd m4yb3... r3m3mb3r th3 Th|nk T4nk? W3 c0uld put h|m th3re 4nd t0rture h|m like w3 did befor3."

{ nodding }

"0k4y, n0w, G0 G3T H|M."

{ entering in hatch... exit another one. }

{ leaving, detecting outside }

{ Detecting }

{ strange person graffitiing wall }

"uh..? WHAT, OH GOD-"

"|t's 4 sh4m3 w3 0nly h4v3 th3 s4mple Kr4gle, but th3 g00d th|ng |s th4t |t's r34lly cl3v3r.."

#The-Computer #The-Computer lore

[ashleycatchemm]

1-03: Ghosts

Part 3 out of ??

Pairings: Reggie x Reader, Luke x Julie, Alex x Willie

Summary: (Y/n) (L/n) has been able to see and feel ghosts ever since she was little, which made it hard to tell the ghosts from the humans. Everyone has always thought she was a bit crazy, even her best friends, Julie and Flynn. But when three ghosts with a love for music appear in Julie's garage, suddenly (Y/n) doesn't seem so crazy anymore.

Song: Ghosts (Micheal Jackson)

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That night I was at the club till 2 am the next morning. The first few hours being the busiest, full of none stop playing and flirting from Caleb which I ignored. Then after the first few hours, came the partying and drinking, of course I never got drunk there. I knew the dangers of getting drunk at a club and I didn't want to take those chances.

Parking my truck in my empty driveway, I hopped out, grabbing my stuff and quickly went inside. Tossing my bag to the side, I pulled my phone out of my jacket pocket, looking at it for the first time tonight, only to see a text from Julie.

Jules🎹: Hey, (Y/n), can you please help?

Jules🎹: Three ghosts just appeared at my house and I have no idea what to do!!

I rolled my eyes and scoffed at her text 'Is she seriously making fun of me right now?' I glared at my phone, still slightly intoxicated as anger courses through me.

Jules🎹: Hey, (Y/n), can you please help?

Jules🎹: Three ghosts just appeared at my house and I have no idea what to do!!

Me: Am I just somekind of fucking jo ke toyou?

I knew that Julie would never say something like that to be mean. But I couldn't help it. I was angry at her, for even saying something like that. Flynn and Julie both promised me they wouldn't bring that shit up and now here she is talking about it. I don't care when Carrie does it, but when it's my close friends, I feel like I've been betrayed.

'She knows all my trauma from this and yet she says that.'

I grabbed my head before letting a huff out in anger and saying "Whatever. I'll deal with this tomorrow." Dropping my phone on the ground, I made my way up the steps and got ready for bed.

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The next day I was at Julie's house early, since I live right next door to her. I heard singing coming from somewhere and followed it, only to come face to face with her moms studio. The doors were closed but I could still hear her beautiful voice flowing through the doors.

This put a smile on my face as I leaned back against the wall with my arms crossed "Well what do ya know?" I mumbled after a minute or two the song ended. I stood there for a few seconds waiting for her to walk out when suddenly three ghosts appeared in front of me.

The three of them looked to be about my age. The boy who's back was towards me had brunette hair, a tank top, a blue sweatshirt with no sleeves, showing off his muscles, and a pair of black pants with a chain hanging off it. The boy in the middle who was facing me (but somehow didn't notice me), had blond hair, a pink shirt with a logo for a cleaning service on it, a chain necklace around his neck, a fanny pack clipped together across his chest being worn as a satchel, and black nylon pants, the drawstrings tied together on his waist in a nice bow. The boy behind the two of them had dark brown hair, a white shirt sat underneath a black leather jacket, a long beaded necklace sat hanging from around his neck, a black and red flannel tide around his waist, along with a belt to hold up black jeans that were ripped at the knees.

"Oh, dude, why'd you stop me? Julie needs a hug."

The blond haired boy spoke as the brunette looked through one of the windows on the doors. The dark brown haired boy seemed to be the only one that noticed me as he sent me a bright smile and waved at me. I sent him a small smile back and waved, the boy widened his eyes, mouth agape as he pointed at me in shock.

His friends either didn't notice him or decided to ignore him "Bro, a ghost hug isn't the feel-good moment that you think it is. All right?" Fixing up his sweatshirt the brunette continued "Trust me. What Julie needs right now is just a bit of privacy." The boy with the dark brown hair soon stopped looking at me like I had two heads, but nonetheless still stared at me with a smile on his face.

I huffed a bit, feeling a blush coating my cheeks 'They are pretty cute for ghosts..' grabbing the only backpack strap sitting on one of my shoulders to support it, they continued talking.

"You know what? I think you poofed us out because you can't handle when other people cry. I should know. I cried in a room for 25 years" his voice started shaking, which caused me to look back over at them as the blond continued, throwing his hand down.

"And I didn't get a single hug from either of you."

The boy in the black leather jacket went to hug the boy in the pink shirt "All right. Bring it in." The blond stuck his hand up before the boy in the leather jacket could touch him. "Don't touch me!" He stated causing the boy with dark brown hair to back off.

"This is why no one hugs you."

He stated, causing my hand to fly up to my mouth to hold back my giggle in amusement. My eyes met with the boy clad in a black leather jacket, causing him to smile and send me a wink in response to my suppressed giggling. "Ok" The boy in the blue sweatshirt said his eyes darting between the two boys in front of him "So I-I-I think the first thing we should do, once we get the courage to go in there, is ask Julie..." he paused for a brief moment before continuing.

"Why she lied about playing the piano."

"Yeah, and you know, maybe tell her how amazing she is."

"Yeah of course bro."

"Ok."

The blond and brunette talked before the boy who has been the only one to notice me so far, spoke "She's legit. I got ghost bumps" pointing to his arm, I smiled and let out yet another giggle while shaking my head. "Of course she's amazing. I wish I could sing like her." The three ghosts attentions were now on me.

I stood leaned back against the wall with my arms crossed across my chest, a small smile tugging at my lips as I looked at the boys. Two out of three of the boys both looked behind them, as if to see if I was talking to someone else, while the same boy as before smiled and waved. I let out a small giggle and waved back at him, as the two other boys looked back at me confused.

"You can see us?"

The brunette asked as I nodded my head "Yeup" dragging out the 'e' a little longer than needed. "How long have you been there?" I was about to answer but the dark brown haired boy answered for me "She's been here the whole time." All while walking over and swinging an arm around my shoulders. "Reggie if you knew why didn't you tell us?" The brunette asked as the two boys in front of me stared at the boy with his arm around me.

The boy (Who I now know is Reggie) shrugged in response "You guys never asked, so I didn't think it was important." The blond rubbed his forehead in annoyance before speaking "If you see someone who can see us and is just standing there, don't you think the best bet would be to tell us?" Reggie looked in front of him as the realization of the situation finally hit him "Ohhh, Wait." He leaned forward a little, putting his hand next to his lips as if acting as a sound barrier.

He whispered "Is this because you were talking about yourself crying?" He sucked in a breath of air, leaning back while bringing his hand back down and shoving it in his jacket pocket. "That's embarrassing." Reggie stated, I chuckled and decided to move the conversation along before a argument broke out.

Moving out from underneath Reggie's arm I was quick to say "Okay. Before this conversation turns sour, I'm just going to answer all of your questions now." Pointing at the brunette I stated "No I'm not a ghost." Moving onto the blond "Yes I can touch you guys. It's weird, I know." I now faced Reggie as I stuck out my hand "The names (Y/n), and I'm guessing you're Reggie?" Reggie let out a shocked gasp as he grabbed my hand and shook it.

"Woah! No way! You're psychic too?!"

I let out a small chuckle at his response as the blond shook his head "No, genius. She put the pieces together when Luke said your name." The blond in the pink shirt threw his thumb over his shoulder to point to (who I now know is) Luke. Reggie nodded his head while saying a small "ohh." I looked between the three of them.

"Okay, so if you're Reggie."

I pointed to the boy in the leather jacket who sent me a wink and a smile "That's me!" I then pointed to the brunette "And you're Luke" He sent me a small smile with a shrug, as my attention was quick to land on the blond "Then who are you?" The boy stuck his hand out, sending me a smile while saying "Alex Mercer, you must be a friend of Julie's." I let out a small breath of air before responding.

"Uh. Yeah."

My sentence drifted off as I noticed Flynn walk through the gate, tears streaming down her face. Quickly taking my hand away from Alex I was quick to ask "Flynn? Flynn are you-" she walked past me, not even looking at me before opening the door and slamming it in my face. "-alright..?" I finished saying after the door shut. Letting out a sigh in frustration I heard Alex asked "Oh my gosh. Was she crying too?" I rolled my eyes and Luke turned around to look at Alex.

"Yes!"

We spoke at the same time looking at each other for a quick second in confusion, Luke turned back around to face the other two. He continued speaking "And the only thing scarier than one girl crying is two girls crying." Alex nodded while they both looked at Reggie "He's right." Reggie looked over at me "Why not just send (Y/n) in there?" The two other ghosts looked at me.

I was quick to shake my head "Oh, no way. I don't do feelings they are nasty and gross. I tend to keep my distance when this stuff happens." Luke rolled his eyes letting out a small groan in annoyance "Well we definitely can't go in there." I scoffed while crossing my arms a crossed my chest.

"Why? Because you can't handle other people crying?"

Alex and Reggie both snickered behind him for a few seconds before Luke turned around, sending them a glare. Luke looked back at me and was about to respond only for Reggie to shrug and say "We could always listen. But we wouldn't do that." Reggie laughed a little, only for the three of them to look between each other and race towards the door.

I laughed a bit to myself as they looked through the windows, only to duck down a couple of seconds later. "Okay, you guys have fun spying on my friends." Reggie looked over at me, a smile on his face "Aw, Come on. You know you wanna" I shook my head while saying "No, I'm not gonna ease drop on my-" Reggie sent me a look as if to say 'Really?' I let out an amused huff, before dropping my bag and walking over to him.

"Scoot over before I change my mind"

He happily moved closer to Luke so I had some room to sit. I heard Flynn talking on and on as Julie tried to explain. Only for Flynn to go on a whole rant about me and her not seeing Julie as often. When she was finally finished Julie explained to her that she played the piano and sang again and Flynn was ecstatic. The four of us heard them coming closer to the door, Reggie put his arm around me and pulled me closer to him so I don't get hit by one of their bags as the boys tried to act natural.

Flynn and Julie both walked out, Flynn was the first to acknowledge me as she spoke "Hey, (Y/n), I'm so sorry I ignored you, I just-" I cut her off with a shake of my head, sticking out my hand for her to stop. "It's okay, really. I'm not good when it comes to emotions anyway. I would've been no help at all." She sent me a smile and stuck her arms out for a hug. I stood up and went to hug her, Reggie taking his arm away as I stood up.

Giving her a quick hug Julie stated "Oh, (Y/n)! You're here!" She sent me a forced smile as I broke the hug with Flynn only to get pulled into another by Julie. "Please tell me, you see them too." She whispered as I let out a small chuckle and pulled away from her. Looking over at the guys I nodded my head, and she let out a relieved sigh.

"Listen about the text last night..."

I started saying as I went to grab my backpack Julie cut me off "Don't worry about it. I didn't mean to make you angry, it's just.... you know my situation right now." I nodded my head and let out an embarrassed chuckle as I grabbed my bag that was next to Alex, and swung it over my shoulder.

"Yeah, umm, no, I mean, last night I didn't mean to get angry. It was just the alcohol-"

Before I could finish my sentence Flynn hit the back of my head "Ow! What the-" Flynn cut me off as I sent her a glare "You've been drinking again?!" I took a deep breath in and out to compose myself  "Can we not talk about this right now?" I asked her, as I looked over at Julie, refusing to look at any of the guys. Looking back at Flynn she was angrily about to state something when Julie came over, seeming to have gotten the message.

"Flynn, come on. Let's just get in the truck."

"Yeah, and have a drunk drive me to school. Perfect."

I clenched and unclenched my fists as I glared back at her. Letting out an angry huff, I stated "Whatever. I'll be waiting in the truck." Marching off toward the gate I heard Reggie state "Don't worry! We weren't listening." This caused a small smile to make its way to my lips as I left through the gate.

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[whatdoesshedotothem]

1836 Oct[obe]r Thurs[day] 27

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No kiss fine morn[in]g – d[o]wnst[ai]rs at 8 3/4 – Ch[arle]s How[ar]th and W[illia]m Keigh[le]y h[a]d been wait[in]g for me 20 min[ute]s –

set the form[e]r w[i]th his son Ja[me]s to hang the gate at the top corn[e]r of Conery Ing and took W[illia]m K- [Keighley] to cut

off a few brok[e]n branches of an oak at the bot[tom] of Pearson Ing (n[ea]r the larch tree) and then w[e]nt

w[i]th h[i]m to Spa h[ou]se to shew h[i]m A-‘s [Ann] four larches to be cut d[o]wn -he will cut them d[o]wn

on Mon[day] – ho[me] at 9 55/.. Mr. Husb[an]d and Dobson (the stone merch[an]t) wait[in]g for me - told H- [Husband]

I w[oul]d ha[ve] a warm bath in the pres[en]t kitchen - alter the stab[le]s and turn the pres[en]t front stab[le]

int[o] a manserv[an]t’s bedr[oo]m – w[oul]d n[o]t ha[ve] the gr[ea]t oak King posts squar[e]d or alt[ere]d to ma[ke] mo[re]

r[oo]m at the end of the gall[er]y lead[in]g the red r[oo]m and north chamb[e]r - to be cas[e]d ov[e]r in their pres[en]t shape -

Dobson want[e]d to kno[w] the date of his last bill for insides (st[one] for the Long goit) –

Look[e]d ov[e]r my acc[oun]ts and ga[ve] him the informat[io]n he want[e]d – br[eak]f[a]st at 10 3/4 - Mrs. and

Miss Briggs call[e]d at 11 – wait[e]d 10 min[ute]s in the h[ou]sekeep[e]r’s r[oo]m till we h[a]d br[eak]f[a]st[e]d –

the 1st ti[me] of their com[in]g here s[in]ce they left us - we were ver[y] civ[i]l to them and I st[ai]d w[i]th

them till n[ea]r 12 - they remain[e]d so[me] ti[me] long[e]r w[i]th A- [Ann] - out fr[om] a lit[tle] bef[ore] 12 (ab[ou]t)

till 1, then n[ea]r an h[ou]r w[i]th A- [Ann] then out ag[ai]n till ca[me] in at 5 50/.. at the meer-drift and in the gard[e]n and ab[ou]t – dress[e]d –

wr[ote] 1 3/4 p[ages] to ‘Mrs. Lawton, Lawton hall, Lawton, Cheshire’ and s[e]nt it tonight – we

shall be delight[e]d to see h[e]r on the 2[n]d or 3[r]d of next m[on]th i.e. next Wed[nesday] or Thurs[day]

hope she will n[o]t disap[poin]t us if she can help it - she h[a]d best ta[ke] her pl[a]ce

in the mail to Bradford, - tell the guard to blow his horn, and let her alight at

the Lodge - will prepare her old fr[ien]d Matty Pollard for her arriv[a]l and I mys[elf] will

ta[ke] ca[re] she (M- [Mariana]) does n[o]t lose hers[elf] bet[ween] the Lodge and the h[ou]se – wr[ote] no[te] to ‘The Rev[eren]d Rob[er]t Wilkins[o]n Heath’

to ask h[i]m ‘to co[me] whenev[e]r m[o]st conven[ien]t to him bef[ore] Wed[nesday] (b[u]t n[o]t on Mon[day]) respect[in]g

the will of my late a[un]t - and wr[ote] no[te] to ‘Mr. Lister appraiser Halifax’ to ask him

to co[me] at 3 p.m. tomor[row] or Sat[urday] to val[ue] the wardrobe of my late a[un]t – seal[e]d and

direct[e]d all the ab[ov]e (let[ter] notes) at the din[ner] tab[le] and s[e]nt them off by Frank soon aft[e]r

7 – din[ner] at 6 35/.. – coff[ee] upst[ai]rs - A- [Ann] r[ea]d Fr[en]ch al[ou]d as us[ua]l – 1/2 asleep on the sofa

till 10 - then wr[ote] all the ab[ov]e of today - Booth here this morn[in]g - at Hilltop in the

aft[ernoo]n – settl[e]d - Mr. Carter h[a]s no object[io]n to the new barn and h[ou]se being in a line w[i]th his

moth[e]r’s cot[tage] and so it is to be - 2 masons (Amos and Jos[e]ph Sharpe) at the west tow[e]r –

2 d[itt]o flagg[in]g the new court – Rob[er]t Mann + 4 low[erin]g and level[in]g in front of the h[ou]se and g[o]t

the hall-cellar-drain dry out so as to drain off all the wat[e]r (6in. deep) out of the cellar –

Rob[er]t Schof[iel]d and his man Joseph help[in]g the masons at the west tow[e]r – pull[in]g d[o]wn the gard[e]n terr[a]ce

wall and dress[in]g the st[one] (Jos[e]ph w[a]s help[in]g the gard[ene]r in the morn[in]g) - the gard[ene]r and John Booth and Ch[arl]es

and Ja[me]s How[ar]th stubb[in]g up the old apple-trees in the orch[ar]d and clear[in]g the gr[ou]nd - Frank cart[in]g

st[one] for the dry arching 2 l[oa]ds rough throughs fr[om] Hipp[erholme] quarry and the rest st[one] fr[om] the gard[e]n wall –

Ch[arle]s and Ja[me]s H- [Howarth] at Hilltop all yest[erday] and Tues[day] aft[ernoo]n pull[in]g d[o]wn the old cot[tage]s and barn – Ingh[a]m + 2

men and a boy wall[in]g east parapet wall along the outside arch - 2 York joiners in the hall and 2

Hilltop cot[age]s and barn

pull[e]d d[ow]n

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Oct[obe]r

jobb[in]g as us[ua]l - the gallery all tak[e]n d[o]wn yest[erday] to the red r[oo]m and n[or]th chamb[e]r and no gett[in]g int[o] eith[e]r

b[u]t by a ladd[e]r int[o] the lit[tle] sq[uare] lobby open[in]g int[o] them - a new beam put up today for the fut[ure]

gall[er]y floor - Mark Hepw[or]th and the N[orth]g[a]te carts cart[in]g soil in front of the h[ou]se topp[i]ng up the gr[ea]t

embankm[en]t – ver[y] fine day F[ahrenheit] 32° now at 10 50/.. p.m. the 1st ti[me] this seas[o]n of being at the freez[in]g point –

my no[te]s tonight writ[ten] in the 1st pers[o]n - will n[o]t wr[it]e Miss L- [Lister] mean[in]g to ta[ke] the brevet

immed[iatel]y – No[te] fr[om] Mr. Wilkins[o]n to say comp[limen]ts and he will co[me] at 11 a.m. on Sat[urday] Mr. List[e]r

will try to co[me] tomor[row]

[star0mania]

MLB OCs

Name: Izzy Lynn Dupain-Cheng

How to say it: Iz-zy Ly-nn Du-Pain-Cheng

Nicknames: Izz

Age: 13 14 15

Gender/Pronouns: Female (she/her)

Place of Birth: Paris, France

Current Resident: Paris, France

Sexuality: Asexual, Biromantic

Relationship Status: Single

Voice claim: K Howard from Six the Musical

Friends: Marinette Alya Adrien Nino Kagami Rose Felix E.t.c

Enemies: Bad guys

Crush: None (open)

Family: Mother: Sabine Dupain Cheng Father: Tom Dupain Cheng Sister: Marinette Dupain Cheng (15 years old)

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Likes: -Cooking -Her twin -Singing

Dislikes: Insects Jerks Bullies Dishonesty Certain people

Personality: -Kind -Protective -Loving -Feisty -Aggressive -Smart -Creative -Stubborn -Determinant

Miraculous: Lynx miraculous

Weapon: a whip

Hero name: Hero Lynx

Kwami name: Stella

Suit: -TBA-

Looks: (Credit to  the artist))

Theme songs:

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"Its called a punch, bitch!"

Name: Keith Felipe Noceda

How to say it: Ke-ith Fel-ip-e No-ced-a

Nicknames: Keithie (siblings) Mr. Noceda (a few teachers)

Age: 14-15

Gender/Pronouns: Male (he/him)

Place of Birth: Mexico, North America

Current Resident: Paris, France

Sexuality: Pansexual

Relationship Status: Single but soon dating

Voice claim: Ethan Landry/Spider (Jack Champion)

Friends: Marinette Alya Adrien Nino Kagami Rose Felix E.t.c

Enemies: Bad guys

Past love interest: Adrien Agreste (ex boyfriends and best friends)

Present Love interest:

Marc and Nathaniel K: Oh for fucks sake- M/N: Oi!! No swearing!

Ship names: KeithMarcThaniel Natheitharc ArtAct

Relationship trope: He fell first, they fell harder Sun x Dusk x Moon

Relationship status: Soon-to-be dating

Relationship songs: The Middle- dodie I kissed a Boy- Jupither  3- Britney Spears Jenny (I wanna ruin our friendship)- Studio Killers

Relationship variant/s: Karlnapity 

Family: Mother: 37 year old named Camila Father: 38 year old named Jon Sisters: 13 year old named Luz, 13 year old named Vee and a 6 year old named Julia  Brother: 16 year old named Hunter

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Likes: -Stories -Acting -TV -Watching Marc and Nathaniel make comics -Hanging out with friends -watching romcoms and horror -Playing with his dog, Rio -Dinosaurs -Dia de los muertos

Dislikes: -Arguments -Bullies -Homophobes -Transphobes -Math

Personality: -Kind -Honest -Easily Angered  -Creative -Introvert and Extrovert. In the middle -Loyal -Lovable -Tough -Soft with friends -Mature -Caring -Confident  -Dedicated -Helpful

Miraculous: The red panda kwami

Weapon: Bamboo flute. It sends enemies to sleep for a few minutes

Hero name: Fire Panda

Kwami name: Mei Li

Suit: Smth like this but male

Looks:

Theme songs: The Hills- The Weeknd

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Name: Aristotle "Ari" Madine

How to say it: A-ri-sto-tle A-ri Ma-dine

Nicknames: Ari (various people) Ari-star (Keith)

Age: 14-15

Gender/Pronouns: Male (he/him/they)

Place of Birth: Paris, France

Current Resident: Paris, France

Sexuality: Gay

Relationship Status: Single

Voice claim: Alberto (Luca)

Friends: Marinette Alya Adrien Nino Kagami Rose Felix E.t.c

Enemies: Bad guys

Crush: Luka Coffaine

A: lets go! The band is playin'! L: alright, calm down Ari xD

Ship name: Lukari

Relationship trope: Lalalalala x okokokok He fell first, he fell harder

Relationship theme song: Teenage Dream- Katy Perry Lover- Taylor Swift If I can't have you- Shawn Mendes

Relationship variants: Solangelo Tododeku

Family: Mother: a 45 year old named Juliet Father: a 45 year old named Humphery  Brother: a 7 year old named Bear

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Likes: -Pirates -Friends -Music -Animals -Listening to Luka play his guitar -Listening to One Direction

Dislikes: -People being mean to his friends -Homework -History -Losing the ones he love

Personality: -Happy -Carefree -Honest -Kind -Kind off innocent -Stubborn -Helpful -Youthful -Bright -Trusting -Secretive -Imaginative -Idealistic 

Miraculous: The Coyote Miraculous

Weapon: Bone nunchucks

Hero name: Song Dog

Kwami name: Mikira

Suit: -TBA-

Looks:

Theme songs: Can't stop the feeling- Justin Timberlake

#MLB rp #MLB roleplay #miraculous ladybug #Luka x OC #Marc x Nathaniel x OC

[canonicallyobserving911]

Buck & T@ylor: Blurred Lines

T@ylor's actions in 5x17 will ruin the 118

For the entirety of season 5, Buck and T@ylor's relationship has shown that they were never compatible.  Trust has always been the one glaring object that keeps cracking their foundation.  It's preventing them from being totally committed to each other. He couldn't trust her after the things she did to him and the 118 in 2x6 "Dosed" and 2x8 "Buckctually " and she can't trust him because of his kiss with L×cy in 5x11 "Outside Looking In".  Neither of them are good at separating themselves from their work.  They don't know how to keep their personal and professional lives separated which keeps leading them down the path to destruction. 

Throughout seasons 1-3 it was very apparent that all Buck had was his job.  In 1x1 "Pilot", Buck told Bobby after he was fired for having sex with random women inside of the firetrucks that "I need this job, I love this job. Don't do this to me".  In 3x4 "Triggers" he filed a lawsuit against Bobby and the department so that he could return to work.  He told Eddie in 3x6 "Monsters", "I needed my job back. I missed being here, being part of the team."

He's matured somewhat since then and finally realized in 4x14 "Survivors" that he's more valuable than his job when Eddie told him "you act like you're expendable but you're wrong". 

Buck knows his found family will love him anyway even if he's no longer with the 118. Eddie is proof of that because both Buck and Bobby were there for him in 5x14 "Dumb Luck" and that was months after he had left firefighting.

All T@ylor has is her job and Buck. According to her own admissions, she doesn't have any family or friends. In 4x8 "Breaking Point" she told Buck "I could really use a friend these days" and in 5x9 "Past is Prologue" she told Buck all about her Arrested Development of a childhood regarding how her father murdered her mother.  Her interactions with the 118 have been less than stellar because Buck didn't treat her like he did Abby.  He didn't invite her to have lunch at the firehouse and even though she was at the Grant-Nash house for brunch in 4x12 "Treasure Hunt", she was the outsider.  Her one interaction with Bobby in 5x10 "Wrapped in Red" was about which sweater she should choose to get Buck for Christmas.  Finally her interactions with Hen and Chimney in 5x17 showed they don't trust her.  Buck had to speak up on her behalf before they elaborated on the Jonah situation. 

Sneaking behind Buck's back to run the Jonah story was scandalous and if he hadn't caught her she more than likely would have run it.  He asked her to promise him she wouldn't and she didn't but the problems started when she jumped ahead of all the other news outlets with her phrase "sources close to the case" while she was reporting the story. In an earlier post titled "Breaking News: T@ylor Ke!!y is a Liar", information about how her job could come into play to hurt the 118 was included.

The 118's involvement is going to be how things get messy.  It's not going to be a stretch for people to figure out Buck works for the LAFD and how him being linked to her explains how she obtained all of the information from sources who are close to the investigation.  Is this Buck's fault? Partially it is because if he had stayed away from her this wouldn't have been an issue. He keeps making the same mistakes with her because he doesn't want to be alone.  If Jonah escapes like Jeffrey the rapist did and comes back for more revenge, T@ylor's story just put them all back in danger.  Chimney is Buck's niece's father and is like a brother to him.  Hen is like a sister to him and if the leaks T@ylor mentioned gets investigated by the department, it's all going to come back to the 118 and to Bobby.  This story has come full circle and everything will come back to Buck's found family. In 3x5 "Rage", the 118 was previously on the wrong side of a lawsuit before and that was all thanks to Buck.  Now pending an investigation, the 118 will be on the wrong side thanks to him again but this time it will be due to the woman he lives with. Bobby was suspended once before by the LAFD in 2x16 "Bobby begins again" for withholding information about his past in Minnesota so who knows how it will end since he hired Jonah. There could be repercussions that surpass anyone just losing their jobs because victims' families will more than likely sue the department for millions. That will include more shame for Bobby who's already spiraling from the fact that he hired Jonah.  He said to Athena in 5x17, "I brought him into my house" foreshadowing for Bobby's guilt that will likely play out well into Season 6.

Buck should be able to trust her but now he knows that he can't and while he will have a family regardless of his job, T@ylor won't.  When they break-up all she'll have is her job and that may be the reason she clings to it just like she's been clinging to him.  Her actions could ruin his job, his dad Bobby and his found family.  And that friends is how and why Buck was so furious when he saw her on TV reporting on the Jonah of it all. 

It's a good thing Eddie was in Texas while this train wreck was happening🙃😉🤪.

They both need therapy to deal with their pasts but being in a relationship hasn't worked for them and it never will.  It has to be exhausting for both of them because they are constantly at odds about their work.  Blurring the lines in any type of relationship causes things to get messy.  Whenever it's difficult to see when said line is being crossed, several questions need to be answered so that the line can come back into focus.  Where will their relationship be after 5x17 "Hero Complex" and at the start of 5x18 "Starting Over", only the coshowrunner KR and the writers know but a BT breakup can be seen on the horizon.

#buddie #anti taylor kelly #anti bucktaylor #eddie diaz #evan buckley #evan buck buckely #taylor kelly #911onfox #911 on fox #911 fox #911 speculation #911 season 5 #911 s5 #911 spoilers #911 #the buckley diaz family #bobby nash #athena grant #anti bucklucy #anti lucy donato #THEAUDIENCEWILLALWAYSREMEMBER #christopher diaz #buck buckley #buckley diaz family

[mageofspacemultiverse]

The Comedian - Split Ends

WORD COUNT: 1,592

SUMMARY: Trajes tries to make arrangements, but a roadblock prompts a self-care visit to a place of comfort and a meeting with an old friend. Mentions of Ashter Faurux from @memurfevur (Story begins under the cut)

“Missus Kalzir, I--“

“-DIctIr Kalzir. And, as I instructed befIre, I can’t even begin to think why any If this is my prIblem. NI means n|, even in y|ur kind’s language.”

The waiting room was abustle. Wrigglers hissed and nursed their bruised mandibular sockets with invasive grey tongues. Whimpers rose from some chairs in clouds. Trajes’ attention only loosely included them in his universe, though he was more than protected from view by transparent glass that housed the reception booth.

“I admit, it’d be more cramped on room than I first thought, but--“

“There’s nIthing mIre tI discuss. I take my jIb seriIusly.” The Cerulean huffed, an extra eye on his ear seeming to bristle with agitation. “This is a h|spital, and last I checked it will c|ntinue t| be that, and |nly that. N|w, if a pr|per venue is what y|u need, I’d suggest the bar seven minutes away. |r, better yet, the brick wall it’s attached t|.”

He would have normally shrugged such derisive remarks away, but the two beefy biceps strangling both his armpits made the motion difficult. “I can promise you--. I sent my references to Mister Ianoni three days ago--! I’ve never had a problem with this before, I have plenty of references--! Name one--! You, Tiny Timmie, ask me a hospital in the--!“

“C’mon, little guy, let’s go.” One of the lugs murmured between pastrami wheezes.

“Wait--! Wait, okay, just--!” Trajes wriggled a little in the air as he was hoisted up. “I can send a follow-up, that’s fine--! But you at least remember the other thing I asked for, right--?”

“And that’s an|ther thing with y|u.” The Cerulean glowered, arms crossing over her surgical gown. “It’s bad en|ugh t| have a l|ne cullbait like y|u l||se in the |perating r||m-“

“-Theatre--!”

“-but what use d| y|u even have f|r a bag |f hair??” 

Trajes’ eyebrows lifted in surprise beneath his mask, as if the mystery was obvious to her. “Well I’m not doing anything weird with it, I promise! Besides, it’s not like your patients need it anymore, it’s practically running off their heads--!”

“Y|u make chem|therapy j|kes at y|ur h|spital gig? G|gdamn shall|w-“

“Can you just--? Please get it--? Please--?”

“This c|nversati|n is |ver. This isn't an asylum, and I d|n't deal with nutcases. Lads, n| need t| take the elevat|r, let him take a dunk!”

“Dunk--? Your--...your hospital has a swimming pool--??” As Trajes was carried down the hallway, he beamed. “That’s great material, why didn’t you tell me earlier--??”

Dr. Kalzir simply shook her head with disapproval and vanished around the corner.

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They did not, in fact, have a swimming pool in the hospital. Apparently take a swim had meant Trajes getting stuffed down a small rectangular chute on the other side of the hallway that led thirty stories down in claustrophobic darkness. Trajes bumped and fell through the duct yelping with dismay for 45 seconds, waiting to hear the splat of his bones on the pavement, but instead he was met with the cushy embrace of at least four dozen black garbage bags of used medical equipment. The Pyrite rubbed his elbows, scraped from contact with the metal, and smoothed out his hair. 

“Well……that’s one way to make an exit--!” Despite the heart-dropping plunge his humour quickly returned, and he popped forward on his knee, quickly adjusting to avoid the puncture of an errant syringe needle poking from a biowaste container, and peeped from the dumpster’s skyward opening.

He was on the side of the tall building, and as he remembered…yup! His cherry-red bike of 3 sweeps was still propped against the adjacent wall, waving him out. 

But before that…the doctor’s words spawned a thought, and he looked back to the bags and quickly began glancing through the bundles of refuse, giving a rough feel through the contents. Diapers, diapers, dressing gowns, face masks, IV bags. 

Seconds turned to minutes, but there was no luck. Sourness puckered at his lips, and the stink clung to him just as much as the shame did. He…hadn’t done it. He’d failed. Failed again.

Failure, failure...failure...f-failure...his chest started to feel tight, arms quaking. C'mon, keep it together, this is nothing, this is...

A buzzing from his pocket, though, distracted him just as the first traces of a tear started to fill an eye. 

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& <( Did the doctor cooperate?)

Well, shit, he was hoping for a moment’s notice before she tried to pry. Sometimes, it felt like she knew exactly when he needed her advice; maybe that was a power she’d never told him? Or there was a security camera in the garbage chute…

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If cooperate you mean a) say no to everything and b) make me never want to go skydiving for the rest of my existence--…

then yeah, it went swimmingly--. I was so excited to see the pool too--. 8(

32-02

& <( The resident must still be dodging his shift for bucket smuggling. It sounds like you’ve been through an ordeal. Does it hurt your feelings?)

32-02

It feels--…

I just don’t feel good--.

32-02

& <( Leave it in my hands, Trajes. I’ll straighten this out for you. Do you want a milkshake? I can transfer you some credit.)

Trajes clambered over the edge, avoiding twisting his ankle on the low slope in the guttered alcove. The thought gave him some peace. Tomorrow, the mean lady would not be so mean; he knew how Superego went about her business by now.

32-02

I want to go be with Zaldes right now--.

32-02

& <( Are you positive? Don’t be afraid to message your brother either though.)

& <( If you’re sure, send my best wishes to their spirit. I’ll let you know about the show tomorrow)

32-02

Yeah--.

Trajes lodged his flip phone back into his pocket, and grabbed his handle-bars, gripping the rubber tighter than he needed.

======

He’d grabbed the last ziplock of hair from his hive before making the short cycle down across the familiar path. Through the graveyard, past the whole in the chain link fence. Dodge the poison ivy whacking at your bangs and try not to spill your lunch for the five minutes of jerking up and down on bump rocky dirt.

Planted between autumn leaves was the tree stump where Zaldes was buried. This had once been desolate not so long ago: the arborists had made the area look much better than the desolation that once tattooed its sickly vertebrae. In the heart of the stump, Trajes placed his offering with the many others.

“Hey--! Hey, Zaldes--!” He cooed, like waking him from a nap, his fingers knitted and eyelids weary. “How’re ya, buddy pally chummy--? I hope you aren’t too lonely--…

“Anyways, look--…I know it’s been two weeks this time, so you’ve probably been wondering how I’m doing--! And, well, I’m--…” He sniffed, grinning and looking up past the treeline. “I’m doing super--! You know, I--…I met my brother—!”

He clapped to the silent audience. “I met him, finally, like I said I would, and he--…doesn’t outright hate me, I think--! That was kind of a given, you know how my energy is, my natural charm and wit, but I was really afraid at first, you know--?

“Buuuut he saw my show, oh yeaa--! The other day, actually, and he said he enjoyed it--! Not his sense of humour, but he saw the merit--! Yeah, oh, he’s a gamer, and he wears muscle shirts, and has lots of quads, and a fluffy mohawk--! You’d appreciate him, he’s really stand-up, honest and caring, not low self-esteem whatsoever, not a trace--. What else, what else--? Superego's doing great--...uumm--...

Trajes paused, feeling like he could sense the appreciation from the soil. His arms fell to his side as he looked down. The seconds ticked and locked by, tip of tongue in between teeth. 

“I miss you--………I know I--…say that, every time, but I--…do miss you, still, Zaldes--…wish I could hear you being proud of me, you know--? Wish I could know everything is going to be okay--. I’m not a wriggler anymore, I can take care of myself, but--…just--...it'd be nice--...”

………

.........

Are you even there? His thoughts poked at the endothelium of his skull, lips pursing. Am I even talking to you right now?

........

The moment of self-reflection passed though as his lips puckered, and Trajes clenched his fists and forced a smile. “Sorry, sorry--! Don’t worry, I shouldn’t ask you for so much, you’re already so busy in the afterlife--! Getting five trolls for every quad, drinking Cruel-Aid in a jacuzzi, telling tall tales to every ear that hears--! Ohahahaha, you rascal bastard, don’t ever stop, stay wild for me, alright--? I’ll hold you to it--! And I promise, next time, I'll bring you some of that cobbler from Chacho's--! I know you've been wanting it--!!” 

Bubbly as ever, Trajes clicked his fingers and winked, then grabbed his bike and left the sacred place to the mnemonics of chirp-beast song and the peeking eyes of the moons. His latest donation of hair shifted in the wind as he rang his dingy bicycle bell and headed hive.

#trajes #trajesfaurux #mageofspacemultiverse #homestuck oc #homestuck drabble #fantroll oc

[charliesinfern0]

@neprezbians

ok pt 2!!!!!! (pt 1 here)

My troll OC, Wyllin, is a rustblood (her sign is Arcen) and a derse dreamer, and her classpect is Thief of Blood (also th!s !s what her ty?!ng qu!rk looks l!ke). Her lusus is a Babirusa, which is a type of pig (sometimes called a deer-pig). Her planet in the Medium is the Land of Pillars and Crowns (LOPAC) (Tower of Babbel, iykyk), and her denizen is Talos (the automaton that protected the island of Crete, and he had a single vein of ichor (the blood of the gods) that kept him alive). 

She’s almost as involved with quadrants as Karkat is, mainly due to their connection with the Blood aspect. But while hes invested in them and filling his own quadrants, but thinks he lacks the ability to do so (Kight), Wyllin just seems to attract people as they come, always being in the right place at the right time, whether they want them to be or not (Thief) (i was thinking of WylKat being endgame for them, but im on the fence about it now, mainly because i was thinking about how i was developing Eridan and Wyllin’s relationship (though its mainly caliginous), so we’ll see how that goes) (also she might end up being a auspistice(?) for Tavros and John????? not really bc we know how John feels about troll romance but we’ll see). She and Vriska........ they tolerate her (AG: we’re thick as th8eves, ar8n’t we???????? TC: ...!’m not answer!ing that).

Her ancestor is The Composer, a well revered musician and orchestral conductor, and she’s what sparked Wyllin’s interest in music. Despite being a lowblood, she caught the eyes of many highbloods (including the infamous Dualscar) and was hired to play at prestigious parties and other events. She was a part of the resistance, using her influence to subtly spread the word of the Signless. After her matesprite Redglare was killed, she could not play anymore, and filled with sorrow, she died alone. Her Dancestor is Rennoa Cennos (a page of blood), who was a talented singer and guitarist on Beforus, but struggled to achieve her dream of becoming a popular musician due to being coddled by highbloods. When she entered the game, she had become a quiet, anxious recluse, but still was close with Latula and Mituna.

(ok im gonna get to actual plot stuff in part 3 dont worry ;-))

#homestuck #mspfa #mspfanventures #homestuck oc #homestuck fantroll #karkat vantas #eridan ampora #vriska serket #homestuck ancestors #orphaner dualscar #the signless #neophyte redglare #homestuck dancestors #latula pyrope #mituna captor

[squibll]

fantrollz

info under the cut!

>ATHENS GUDMAN        >tealblood    >he/they, tdude    >TYP3S lik3 THIS. (alternating capitalization of words. replaces e with 3. proper punctuation)    >retrospective thinker. ruminates too much on the past to focus on the future    >knifekind. just fucking stabs people    >pesterchum/trollian tag is shieldDeflector (SD)    >lamest legislacerator this side of the planet    >Page of Time    >lusus is an armadillo

>FENNEC CANIDE    >Oliveblood    >she/her, tgirl    >ttypess llikee tthiss (all lowercase, no punctuation, doubletypes the first and last letters of every word. vocally she talks kinda slow)    >very calm and collected. values comfort over all else, including the comfort of other people. very affectionate.    >toothkind (strife specibus is a fake set of even sharper teeth. think those shitty fake vampire teeth ppl wear on halloween)    >pesterchum/trollian tag is vulpesMaw (VM)    >she writes poetry.    >sylph of heart    >Lusus is a giant fennec fox

>MAGFUC KINNET   >purpleblood   >he/him, cis dude   >tyPes liKe thIs (capitalizes every third letter in a word. does not apply to words that are shorter than three letters. no punctuation.)   >Skeptical as all shit. curious motherfucker, that one. also a jester or something by way of being pathetic and in clown terms. devious asf.   >flowerkind   >pesterchum/trollian tag is dreamsRumor (DR)   >interested  in flower language. or like, an alternian equivalent   >Bard of Space   >Lusus is a Cockatiel dressed up in a suit

>ZERENY APOLLO   >rustblood   >they/them, nonbinary   >/TYPEs L\KE TH\S. (all caps. proper punctuation. begins sentences with / (forward slash), replaces i's with \ (backslash))   >accidentally vague all the time. Doesnt explain because they hate explaining   >arrowkind (not bowkind. arrowkind.)   >their pesterchum/trollian tag is arbitersBow   >archery is a passive hobby of theirs   >Mage of Doom   >Lusus is a highland cow

#fantroll #homestuck #homestuck oc #troll oc #johnny.png #athens is like saul goodman but far more pathetic #magfuc is like joker persona 2 but far more pathetic

[chanelfunnell]

Lindsey was a bottle girl and part time hairdresser when she met Toews. It was as a bottle girl that she met Toews. Toews had to pay off some debts Lindsey accrued. She went to full time hairdresser after dating Toews. Having Toews as bf is what got her as a sort after hairdresser. Toews paid for Lindsey side of her salon she is in partnership with. She got a lot of hate because she was a party girl/bottle girl but Toews was a frat boy as well. But it always seemed neither cheated on each other until towards the end when it was very much a off and on relationship until it was off for good. As for the other site on Crosby he learnt very early not to have a public private life and Kathy seems to stick to that rule. Does he cheat maybe. Who knows. Also they bash Amanda for not going out with wags she is 35 with a 2 year old. Her life is now about her family not wag lifestyle and kane seems to love both off them. People forget these guys play hockey and are human and so r the gf and wifes

Do you mean wives ? None of these 3 was or is married to Toews, Kane, Crosby . Maybe Crosby is married and they have a child now looking on Kathy's hair and a belly cradling by both on the photo and overgrown dark roots of L Blakeley actress but gosh you have all sort of info from all NHL franchises all over North America .

i agree it is not easy life to be wag with non stop travel and moving and all 3 were or are long term partners . Amanda has had her party time and fun Kaner has met her as a waitress during her uni, supporting herself. So Lindsey . It is up to her to keep her biz afloat and so during pandemic. It does not matter who has funded her biz as it is not her vanity project. She has had balls to leave him as he loved her but not enough to have a child with her. She could go ahead to have a kid with him and a child maintenance. It was pandemic, she has found her new Mr Right asap and he's a father of her baby girl. No public spats or posing online like Elina .I think Tazer has suffered so far. Kathy is out since 2014. More hyped media bubble about Crosby since his teens what you can't see about Bedard now or fake choir boy hermit image applied on McDavid to sell jerseys and a young captain and scoring machine image lol ...really, she comes from well to do background. Not rich one but the background and family where Steptford Housewives are born and bred. They don't work and a wealthy partner is expected. So far so good if there is a commitment what seems to be a case but relationships break and divorce is easy. So the marriage is sought. And prenup to award the woman in the question, not easy split of the couple who grew apart with all sorted out beforehand. She is 37. 15 years together. I'd think twice to stay like Lindsey to waste my chance to have family etc to be a semi hidden partner of busy ice hockey player. If they have fertility problem, ok. It's understandable but then again it's fair Kay game to release the girl like Lindsey to go than drag her around the rink. I think Kathy wants to stay, for various reasons like comfort, trust, routine of a partner she knows and also his money to ke a housewife. Her work is a light commercial modelling that does not count with million per an endorsement so she relies on her partner. Any split makes it harder and old insurance in the form of the child as well as legal marital cord is not here. She can use a cohabitation as she reaches 40 and so the end of modelling fun but it does not set her for a life.. Call Vecchione a bottle girl as any woman is a marketing guru with IN or a model now but Vecchione without a cushy family background of executive father is doing very well and far from a doormat. Kathy is hanging on for dear life, years and years...no a job. Crosby stays in Pittsburgh. Call Hevner a plastic Barbie in latex tight pants from Disneyland she has been working for years and grasped the sale management..I'd say Kathy has neither a child not a job in the case to support herself and Crosby is also interesting man with his freaking about privacy yet posing happily with Drake and two bottle girls. You don't see it with Kane right now...he has had his scandals, huge cab drama but never hiding it is not him.

[hellostarrynightblr]

highlights of February

1. Favourite movies: House of Strangers (1949), The Changeling (1980). 2. Decent movies I liked / appreciated but not loved: The Night Stalker (1972), Everything Everywhere All at Once (2023). 3. wtf movie/ending: Teen Wolf: The Movie (2023). Just an overall impression. Literally WTF. 4. Best scenes: the alleyway break-up / 'She left me two hours ago' (House of Strangers, 1949); confronting the senator (The Changeling, 1980); Those You've Known / The Dark I Know Well (Spring Awakening, 2022). 5. Favourite genres: drama, fantasy, mystery. 6. Favourite directors: Peter Medak (The Changeling, 1980). I also like  John Llewellyn Moxey for The Night Stalker (1972) (surprisingly), Joseph L. Mankiewicz for House of Strangers (1949) and  Daniel Kwan + Daniel Scheinert for Everything Everywhere All at Once (2022). 7. Favourite actors: George C. Scott (The Changeling, 1980); Edward G. Robinson, Susan Hayward, Richard Conte (House of Strangers, 1949); Michelle Yeoh, Ke Huy Quan (Everything Everywhere All at Once, 2022); 8. Least favourite performances: anybody in Teen Wolf: The Movie (2023). I reiterate, what the fuck? 9. The most wasted cast: Teen Wolf: The Movie (2023). They brought almost everyone back and made this abomination? How was this even allowed to happen? Let's count. Tyler Posey, Crystal, Holland Roden, Shelley Hennig, JR Bourne, Ian Bohen, Colton Haynes, Linden Ashby, Melissa Ponzio, Ryan Kelley, Seth Gilliam, Orny Adams, Dylan Sprayberry, Khylin Rhambo, Tyler Hoechlin. There are so many just baffling choices as well. Bringing back Stiles' dad without Stiles and their dynamic. Bringing back the Nogitsune without Stiles, Kira or her family. Bringing back Liam and Mason, but not having them interact at all. Revivng Alison (a wtf moment in itself) and not having her reunite with Lydia. Breaking up Stiles and Lydia off-screen for the dumbest of reaons. Not having Scott and Liam exchange a single line. Getting Alison and Scott back together. Everything to do with Derek (not having him interact with either Peter or Malia (who themselves don't interact at all), introducing his son whose existance doesn't even make sense, killing him off). I could go on and on. This film is an insult and a nightmare. Moving on. 10. The best wasted premise: Teen Wolf: The Movie (2023). The idea of bringing back this show for one last adventure is cool, but you need to have, you know, a script before you do that. 11. Best premise: Pandora and the Flying Dutchman (1952). 12. Favourite cast: House of Strangers (1949). Edward G. Robinson, Susan Hayward, Richard Conte, Luther Adler, Paul Valentine, Efrem Zimbalist, Jr., Esther Minciotti. 13. Favourite on-screen duos:  George C. Scott x Melvyn Douglas (The Changeling, 1980);  Jonathan Groff x Lea Michele (Spring Awakening, 2022);  Edward G. Robinson x Richard Conte; Susan Hayward x Richard Conte (House of Strangers, 1949);  Michelle Yeoh, x Ke Huy Quan (Everything Everywhere All at Once, 2022). 14. Favourite on-screen relationships: Max Monetti x Irene Bennett (House of Strangers, 1949). She gives as good as she gets. 15. Favourite characters: Max Monetti (House of Strangers, 1949); John Russell (The Changeling, 1980); Waymond Wang (Everything Everywhere All at Once, 2022). 15. Favourite quote: Can't remember anything... 16. Favourite fact discovered in 2023: Jonathan Groff and Lea Michele are best friends in real life and he supported her when she went back to Broadway to play the lead in Funny Girl. 17. The most overrated film: I kind of think that  Everything Everywhere All at Once (2022) is a tad overrated. I like it, just not nearly as much as everyone else seems to. 18. The most disappointing film: Teen Wolf: The Movie (2023). 19. The biggest surprise: The Changeling (1980). 20. Best cinematography: John Coquillon (The Changeling, 1980). 21. Best set design: Keith Pepper (The Changeling, 1980). 22. Best costume design: Shirley Kurata (Everything, Everywhere All at Once, 2022). 23. Best music: The Changeling (1980). 24. Best prooduction choice: casting Richard Conte to be a tough, but ultimately good guy. He's great at playing villains, but his overwhelming charisma makes for pretty interesting good guys as well. 25. Worst production choice: releasing Teen Wolf: The Movie (2023). Absolute atrocity this film is. 26. Film of the month: The Changeling (1980) with House of Strangers (1949) a close second.

#february #months #2023 #best #highlights

[dirtspace-archive]

survey i stole off of someone who stole it off of someone

I'm deleting any sections that i dont have an actual answer for so this is probably not a good version to steal lol

 -- T E L L  US  A B O U T  Y O U R S E L F --

name:: Kes

zodiac sign:: aquarius

current location:: my dorm

eye color:: brown

hair color:: also brown

hair type:: tangled af

hieght:: 5'3

shoe's you wore today:: nastiest ickiest tennis shoes known to man. I did just get a rlly cute pair at the thrift store tho so i might share those later

your weakness:: iocane powder

your fear:: iocane powder

have you ever ridden a mechanical bull:: this is a really weirdly specific question

do you want to:: no

goal you would like to achieve this year:: survive

first thought when you wake up:: groovy yeah baby rawr shagadelic

best physical feature:: my resistance to stab wounds

who is your bestest freind:: my twin

when is your bedtime:: I am an adult. 10 pm.

pepsi or coke:: pepsi

mc dondalds or burgerking:: Wendys

what is the last song you sang:: austin powers theme

what is your biggest pet peeve:: when i'm wearing socks and they roll up and pinch my ankles

do you drink:: not rlly

ever been drunk:: no

do you smoke:: no

do you "SMOKE":: no

do you sing:: yea i guess

what color underwear do you have on:: weirdly specific question, again...

do you want to go to college:: I am there as we speak.

have you ever been in love:: Romance is not the only kind of love

do you wnat to get married:: someday

do you believe in yourself::  I mean you gotta, what other choice do you have

do you believe in others:: hell yes I do

do you like thunderstorms:: not during tornado season

do you play an instrument:: trombone/baritone

what do you want to be when you grow up:: ALIVE

what country would you like to visit:: anywhere ever. I love seeing cool stuff.

how many CD's do you own:: at least six

how many DVD's do you own:: literally none

how many tattoo's do you have:: 0 and I don't really want any

how many piercings do yo have:: 3. two in one ear and one in the other (don't go to claires to get pierced ears.)

how many things in the past do you regeret:: at least six.

 -- F A V O R I T E S --

shoes:: my milf heels. i feel like a baddie in those thangs

radio station:: the one that plays literally anything. One time it played the entertainer (scott joplin) followed by 9-5 (dolly parton) and the whiplash killed me

drink:: water

car:: the scarab

place:: my bed on a cool night when I'm all alone. Windows open, smell of rain on the breeze. Music playing over my headphones.

song:: Currently obsessed with Maybe (Dan Reeder) but literally anything by him is really good

movie:: princess bride

color:: purple

meal:: anything I eat with my friends

 -- R I G H T  N O W --

what is todays date::  October 22 2022

what time is it:: 6:54 pm

who are you thinking of:: an assignment I'm supposed to be doing

what are you listening to:: my friend reading a book. Pages flipping and such.

do you love someone:: I love everyone

do you know where your mechanical bull is:: I'm beginning to think that this may be a euphemism

does someone love you:: of course

is it raining:: no

how many myspace friends do you have:: 52

are you happy:: I try to be

#2022 #october #october 2022