#i need to watch it chapter 2 again its a great movie

[porcelainseashore]

Teenage Headache Dreams (2)

(Part 1: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5 / Part 2)

Pairing: High School! College! Leon Kennedy x Dancer! Fem! Reader

Summary: You’re a bored, but ambitious high school student who can’t wait to escape small town life and make it in the big city. You thought you had it all figured out, until you unwittingly befriend the resident golden boy, Leon. A series of events beginning from junior year to college until Resident Evil 2 Remake.

Warnings: 18+ Swearing, Recreational Drug Use, Eventual Smut, No (Y/N), Ambiguous/Open Ending

Content: High School AU, College AU, Pre-Resident Evil 2, Fluff, Romance, Cliche, Friends to Lovers, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Lack of Communication

Author's Note: Cliché alert and mostly fluff in this chapter! There’s been a mini time skip, but I wanted to show that Reader x Leon became fast friends in the meantime and are relatively comfortable with each other. I made Leon a lot cheekier this round, but I feel like he uses mischief to mask his true feelings.

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Chapter 2: More Than Meets the Eye

The first couple of weeks of the new term had already flown by and managing your tight schedule of school work, actual work, dance and cheer practice left you with literally no time for anything else. Sighing as you yanked open your locker to retrieve your school books, a familiar figure popped up at your side, slouching against the metallic compartments with a loud thud.

Without even turning your head in its direction, you already knew who it was. “Hey, loser,” you called out, smiling inside.

“Hey, yourself,” came his gruff reply.

As you finally faced the culprit, you and Leon laughed at each other’s greetings.

“So, since it’s a Friday, wanna hang out and watch something tonight?”

Both of you had been almost inseparable until school started, and that’s when you guiltily kept postponing your regular meetups in favor of working on your future goals.

“Uh… I don’t think I can.” You rubbed the back of your neck sheepishly. “I seriously need to get some studying time in and I have cheer practice after school.”

“What was that again?” He put a hand to his ear, listening for something non-existent and pausing for dramatic effect. “All I heard were excuses.”

“Hey-”

“Come on, relax.” Placing his hand on your shoulder, he gave it a tiny squeeze. “School’s only just started. You’re gonna burn out if you keep going like this.”

“Leon…” It came out a lot whinier than you intended.

His eyes widened as you caught a brief glimpse of something devilish in them. You knew it was too late to stop the bullshit that would come out of that filthy mouth any second now. 

“Mm, say it like that again.” Ah, there it is.

Groaning internally, you smacked his hand off your shoulder playfully. “Ugh, you know there’s no way-” 

You turned your head around, checking behind you before lowering your voice. “-I’ll ever get outta here, if I don’t push myself from the start.”

He straightened up a little as he considered your words. “You hate this place that much, huh?”

“You think?” It came out almost as a whisper.

“Shame,” he muttered. “Well, tell you what,” he glanced quickly to the side before looking back at you. “Since you’re so damn keen on this study session, we could do that and then grab some burgers after. Maybe even a movie. How’s that sound?” He puffed his chest and looked almost victorious, as though he knew it was an offer you couldn’t back out of.

Fuck Leon and his persistence. “Yeah, fine,” you grumbled as you shut your locker in defeat.

Once again, that smug grin flashed across his face. “Great, so uh, see you at 5?”

“Mm hm, library,” you nodded reluctantly.

“By the way, your girl gang is here,” he motioned with his head in the direction behind you. “Guess that’s my cue to leave.” Before you could respond, he had already walked ten paces away.

Nobody likes gossip. Ever since you had started hanging out with Leon, people talked and they assumed many things. How far the rumors reached, you didn’t know, but you didn’t want to ruin things between the two of you. You cursed small town gossip under your breath. This was probably one of the few genuine friendships you had, so you tried to keep things as lowkey as possible. Thankfully, Leon agreed to play along. For now.

You tightened your grip on your books as you spun around, plastering a bright smile across your face as you greeted your teammates, who were still sporting tans from their holidays and bubbly chatting with each other.

“Hey, babe,” Kayla, the cheer captain, moved in to give you a quick hug. You caught a whiff of her tropical-scented, coconut vanilla perfume. “So where did your boy run off to?” She winked, giving you a side smile. The other girls around her immediately broke out in hushed whispers.

There wasn’t anything malicious about her question. In fact, your teammates were nice enough, but they could be rather superficial and nosey. You tried to downplay it with a look of confusion in your eyes, shaking your head as you remarked, “He’s just a study partner, Kayla.”

Some giggles broke out and your ears burned. Great, they didn’t buy that a single bit. Defending yourself would just raise more suspicion, so you unhappily resigned yourself to the fact that you were probably doomed for the rest of the term.

“Yeah, whatever.” Kayla waved her hand dismissively. “Was about time anyway, and he’s quite the catch.” She licked her lips suggestively, but quickly added, “Not as good as mine though.” Of course, her obnoxious football boyfriend. You tried to hide your grimace. 

Flipping her shiny, raven-colored locks, she continued, “Still, very cute. I approve.”

Your mouth ran dry. Why couldn’t they just mind their own business? You swallowed your anger as you tried to change the subject. “Um, cheer practice at 3, right?”

She snickered, seeing right through your act. “Yeah, same as always.” She turned to leave, wiggling her fingers as a form of goodbye. “Oh, and you’re leading warm-ups today. Ciao, babe.”

You could hear audible groans coming from the rest of the team as they trudged off with Kayla. They definitely weren’t looking forward to your intense warm-up session, but to you, warmer bodies meant lesser injury risk and better preparation for stunts and routines. Pursing your lips at the less-than-ideal conversation you just had, you tried to shove it to the back of your mind as you hurried off to class.

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As you flung open the double doors leading to the school’s indoor gym, you were greeted by the unfamiliar sight of another group you didn’t exactly recognize next to your cheer team. It seemed like Kayla was speaking to their coach, as she nodded a bit too enthusiastically - a nervous habit she displayed when she was irritated but didn’t want to show it. Slowly, you inched closer to listen in on their conversation.

“There must have been a double booking-”

“I’ll sort this out with the admin right now,” Kayla offered.

“It’s just going to eat into practice time. Anyway, this lot won’t need much space today. Functional training.” He sucked his teeth and gestured towards the group. That’s when you spotted Leon, sitting at the side with his arms across his lap, chatting merrily with another girl on his team.

Just my luck, you sighed, folding your arms as the coach continued, “I’m sure you girls won’t mind sharing?”

You saw Kayla clenching and unclenching her fists as she hesitantly agreed to the proposal. With that, she spun around and called out shrilly, “Ladies! We’ve gotta share the space. We’re taking this half.” She drew an imaginary line with her arms as if to stake her claim, before brushing past you seething, “They always think they can sideline us, like we’re not important.”

At this point, Leon made eye contact and waved over. The girl beside him suppressed a laugh and you weren’t sure whether she was embarrassed or making fun of you. Furrowing your brows, you gave a hasty, lopsided smile before heading over to your side of the gym, making a mental note to question Leon about that exchange later.

Wasting no time for further pleasantries, you proceeded to blast your high-energy mixtape on the cassette player as loudly as possible, secretly smirking as you heard the coach swear under his breath at the intrusion.

“Ok, everyone! Let’s get those heart rates up!” You hollered, running through the exercises as they copied you dutifully, breaking out in a sweat and panting furiously. 

Your eyes filtered through the crowd, checking for anything they could improve on, as you continued calling out prompts. “You can lift your legs higher than that!” Hm, that sounded rather… You ignored that prickly feeling at the back of your throat and continued, “Face up, not to the floor!”

When it came to the stretching section and the music toned down, you suddenly heard the unmistakable yell of a reprimand being given from the other end of the room. “Kennedy! You can stare at girls after training!”

Wait, what? Your head darted in the direction of the bellowing. Sure enough, you saw the coach glaring at Leon, who seemed pretty flustered as he denied the accusations with a feeble “I wasn’t!”, which was met with roars of laughter.

Really, Leon? Getting distracted by a bunch of cheerleaders? You were oblivious to what actually happened there and decided to pay no more attention to it. Instead, it was time to go through the routine and fortunately you were relatively decent at compartmentalizing.

“Alright, a few things I wanted to point out,” you began. “This part’s looking good, but it would start off even more amazing, if you frame your body like this.” Adjusting your shoulders with your arms slightly back, profile tilted a smidge upwards, you angled yourself in a semi-diagonal position, shifting your weight towards one leg as you lengthened the other for the prep stance. The other cheerleaders shuffled around, attempting to imitate what you showed.

Kayla motioned for you to demonstrate the full sequence before she took over and you obliged. “Ok, watch me.” You danced through the routine dynamically, hitting all the accents and flowing through the softer parts more sensually. Whipping your hair around as you transitioned from a body wave into a hip roll, you swung the pom poms above your head at the same time and trailed them across your body.

It all seemed to happen in a haze, but after coming out of the next spin, you somehow ended up holding a gaze with those same piercing blue eyes that had caused you so much trouble today. They widened and flickered, but didn’t break away for what felt like an eternity, until-

“Leon Scott Kennedy! I swear to god!”

Uh oh.

“You either train, or you can leave!”

Leon’s cheeks flushed bright red as he bit his lip, stammering, “Sorry coach, won’t happen again.”

You’d never seen Leon get this unnerved, which concerned you. He emanated a natural sense of confidence and was usually laid-back to the point where nothing could ruffle him. In any case, you were also sure as hell everyone heard and saw that commotion, especially since a number of students were now looking between him and you, mumbling to each other.

Nothing could beat the relief you felt when Kayla took over your position, as you stepped away from the center to join the rest of your team. Just when you thought you were in the clear, one of your teammates scooted over to you, whispering seductively in your ear, “Ooh he definitely enjoyed the show you put on.”

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The minute practice ended, you bolted straight for the restroom, just so you didn’t have to deal with anyone else for the time being. Hiding in one of the cubicles for a good 10 minutes until you could hear the last footsteps trickle out of the hallway, you unlocked the door and stumbled over to the wash basin, splashing cold water on your face. Checking yourself one last time in the mirror to make sure you looked presentable, you inhaled a deep breath before exiting and making your way towards the library.

From afar, you could see Leon waiting patiently outside of it, as though he fully trusted that you would still show up after that little stunt he pulled earlier. Walking gingerly towards him, you cleared your throat.

“Oh, hey. So… what’re we studying today?” He asked casually, while browsing through his pile of books, as if nothing had happened.

“Math. Definitely Math,” you concluded, also pretending to ignore the white elephant in the room. “If that’s ok with you?”

“Sure, I suck at it. So why not?”

The study session went by rather sluggishly and uneventfully, with both of you going through equations after equations and figuring out the logic together. It was a wonder you could concentrate at all with the events of the day playing back in your mind like a broken record. 

You were thankful for Leon’s earlier suggestion of burgers when it was time to pack up to leave. He gave you a knowing smile when your stomach growled and you placed a hand over your belly instinctively, as you cast back a self-conscious glance. It seemed like he had thought of everything again, where you often had trouble remembering your own basic needs when you were lost in your schoolwork.

Both of you plopped down on the cushy, retro red seats opposite each other in a booth at the only diner in town, getting in your orders as quickly as possible. You suspected that he was just as famished as you, but trying his best not to show it. During the waiting time, the two of you caught up with and exchanged news on all the goings-on of the past weeks.

When your orders finally arrived, you snatched up your burger, devouring large chunks of it, while Leon looked on amused as he bit into his.

“Wuhhff?” You managed to cough out with your mouth stuffed with food.

Almost instantly, he mimicked your reaction, resulting in a fry being thrown in his direction, as he ducked to avoid it while snickering.

“Here, you got some sauce on your chin.” He reached out with a paper napkin, gently wiping it away, as his bright blue eyes bore into yours. That prickly sensation you felt earlier in the school gym started to bloom again, as you squeezed your eyes shut and cleared your throat. “Is it gone now?”

“Uh… y-yeah.” 

Fluttering your eyes open, you caught sight of him looking down at his plate, suddenly completely engrossed with his meal, as he chucked the used napkin to the side. You were quite certain you spotted a pink tinge dusting his cheeks while he slowly chewed his food.

The table grew silent as you muttered a quick, “Thanks.”

Giving it a few minutes before you attempted any form of conversation, you casually decided to bring up the topic you had both been avoiding till now.

“So…” you breathed, testing the waters.

“So…?” Leon questioned, raising an eyebrow, still munching the last bits of his burger.

“At the gym. What was that all about?” You picked at your fries nervously, as you felt a rush of adrenaline coursing through your body in anticipation of an answer.

“What do you mean?”

Ugh. He’s deflecting again. But you weren’t about to let this go so easily. “Don’t play dumb, Kennedy.”

Leon paused, and you could see the wheels turning in his head as he considered his words carefully. It only took a moment for his face to light up as if he hit the jackpot. “I got distracted, that’s all.” His signature smirk broke out across his lips, before adding, “By you.”

The boldness of his answer caught you by surprise, as you choked on your food. Patting your chest, you gulped down some water before sputtering, “Excuse me?”

All at once, he was back to his usual, composed self, as he remarked, “You dance really well. Can’t I admire that?”

“Um… y-yeah, I guess.” You weren’t sure how to respond. Coming from a background where dance teachers often gave you tough love and criticisms in an effort to spur you on, you never really learnt how to accept compliments.

“A ‘thanks’ would be nice.” 

Clenching your jaw, you wished you could wipe that stupid smirk off his face. Trying to approach it from a different angle, you blurted out, “But, people talk.”

Leaning back against his seat and placing his hands behind his head, Leon seemed unfazed. “So let them talk.” Noticing your frown, he continued, “What’s wrong if they think we’re dating? Am I really that bad to be with?” He mentioned it as if it was the most normal thing to say in conversation between two friends, and the worst thing was that you didn’t know how to counter that.

“No, you’re gre-,” you quickly corrected yourself. “I mean, you’re fine.” Sighing, you explained, “I just don’t want things to be awkward between us.”

His gaze softened as he reassured you, “It won’t, trust me.”

Since he was that calm about it, you decided not to pursue it any further. Maybe you were thinking too much into things. However, another question popped up in your mind. “Who was the girl you were speaking with back there?”

He propped himself up again, a little taken aback by the quick change of topic. “Oh, you mean Val? Yeah, we sometimes participate in relays together. She can be a real handful though.”

“She seemed to find me amusing,” you pointed out.

“Really? I didn’t notice,” he shrugged and scoffed down the remainder of his fries. You searched his eyes to detect if he was messing with you, but couldn’t find anything of the sort. “I told her about you.”

Well, that explains it. Crossing your arms, you prepared to release an earful until you were interrupted by the grinning idiot in front of you. “Do I even want to know-”

“I said…” He drifted off, taking his time to sip his soda, leaving you hanging on purpose. You subconsciously leaned in closer as your patience started to wear thin. He lowered his voice, presumably to utter something serious. “You’re the coolest kid I met over summer.”

“You’re such a dork!” You exclaimed, as you punched his arm lightly from across where you sat.

“Ouch! And here I am baring my soul to you.” He rubbed his arm melodramatically and feigned a hurt expression on his face, which only served to encourage you to taunt and play fight with him further.

Sometimes he could be so infuriating. But funnily enough, that was part of what drew you to him in the first place. 

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It turned out that Leon had rented some VHS tapes from Blockbuster, so you had the choice of either heading to the local cinema for a late night screening or watching a movie from the comfort of his home. Naturally, you picked the latter. Going to the cinema together would seem too “date night”-like and you had endured more than enough gossip that day to last a lifetime.

You greeted his parents as they kindly let you and Leon hog the living room TV. Before heading upstairs to their bedroom, they gave a half-hearted reminder not to stay up too late, that they knew would go unheeded. They were friendly and way more relaxed than your parents, so much so you preferred hanging out at Leon’s place over yours.

After making some hot chocolate, you settled onto the couch as Leon popped the tape into the video player. Relaxing into the cozy atmosphere, you hugged the warm blanket he offered you and savored the steaming drink between your hands.

Unfortunately, the day’s events probably caught up to you, as your eyelids grew heavier as time went by and you were fighting a losing battle to keep them open. At some point, you must have drifted off to sleep and then accidentally used Leon as a makeshift pillow. He swallowed thickly, as you curled up beside him, resting your head against his shoulder and nuzzling his neck, completely unaware. His heart was pounding so hard in his chest that he was afraid he would wake you. Something made him instinctively wrap his arm around you, even though his mind was screaming to do the exact opposite. This is just gonna make things worse, he sighed, but he didn’t feel the urge to remove it and maybe he could get away without you knowing. So he let you sleep soundly until the credits ran.

“Hey.” He called out softly, as you stirred. “The movie’s over now.”

Blinking groggily, your vision was still blurry as you tried to make out where you were. You weren’t sure if you felt an arm around you or just the back of the couch, as you rubbed your eyes.

“You fell asleep,” he explained, as he let you go and tried to shift away from you as stealthily as possible, hoping you wouldn’t recall the previous position you were in.

“Hm?” You stretched your arms out, yawning lazily as you scratched your head. “Uh, what time is it?”

“Just past midnight.”

You jerked upwards, startled. “Shit, so late?” Your face swung in his direction. “You didn’t wake me?”

He bit his bottom lip, eyeing you apologetically. “You looked like you needed the rest. I didn’t want to disturb you.”

You buried your face into the bunched up blanket on top of your knees, groaning, “Ugh, my parents are going to kill me.”

That drew a faint laugh from him. “Don’t worry, I took care of it.”

You turned towards him with a puzzled look.

“I called them before-” he stopped himself abruptly, as you noticed him tense up.

“Before what?” You questioned out of confusion.

“Nothing.” He shifted uncomfortably in his seat and refused to meet your gaze.

You narrowed your eyes at him, trying to figure out if something out of the ordinary had happened. It started off as a vague recollection of falling asleep, maybe leaning against something and the smell of fresh citrus and musk… which smells exactly like- Oh god, no. Your stomach dropped. The realization that you had snuggled with Leon in your sleep dawned on you and your head was whirling.

At this point, Leon knew you had worked out what happened, so he did the only thing he could do in such a situation. “Man, you were heavy.” 

That snapped you out of it and earned him a slap to his chest. “It was a joke, jeez!” He raised both hands up in defense and quickly moved to a different topic, “Anyway, as I was saying, your parents told me to walk you home when you woke up.”

“Oh… thanks,” you shook your head and sighed. “Sorry to put you through the trouble.”

He waved it off. “It’s really no big deal. I’m just glad I finally got to hang out with you again.”

“Yeah, me too,” you admitted. “This was nice.”

As you got up from the couch to prepare to leave, it seemed like Leon had another idea. Grabbing your wrist, he coaxed, “And?”

You knew what he meant and nodded in agreement. “And… I promise I’ll make time for this in the future.” A random thought flashed across your mind as you grinned cheekily. You had to get him back after all his teasing. “How about…”

“I’m listening,” he mentioned with a hint of suspicion in his voice.

“...we meet for more study sessions?”

It was his turn to groan, as you giggled uncontrollably. “That’s such a cop-out!” He responded accusingly. 

Placing your hands on his shoulders and bending down to meet him at eye level, you pleaded, “Come on, we could do something fun after too?”

Rolling his eyes, he rebutted, “You’re kinda driving a hard bargain here.”

You weren’t ashamed to play dirty though, so you turned on the best doe eyes you could muster, and insisted, “Please?” You knew he was a lost cause now.

“Damn it, that’s not fair,” he grumbled, though he eventually gave in. “Ok fine, but only if fun’s a guarantee.”

“Deal.” With that, you took his hand in yours, giving it a firm handshake.

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Return To Sender

Word Count: 2,155

Writers Note: Meet Cece's new soon-to-be friend Natalya Dyer who's totally not based off of my great friend @sissylittlefeather the Jerry in my life ....

Warning: Sexual content and Language

Pairing: POC OC x Elvis

Plot: It's 1968 and Natalya Dyer a divorcee and single mother is tasked to interview Elvis and Cecelia Presley at their humble mansion Graceland about their spicy relationship only to learn more about them as people.

Chapter 2

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Memphis August 1968

" I think that's all of it, ma’am." One of the movers said, placing the last box in her home, the biting smell of her cigarette flooding the room as she took a deep breath. Her long dark brown hair was unraveling from its beehive. She sat down. Her son Jericho would be home any minute to tell her about his first day at school. Of course, she knew that if it was one thing a mother needed was mai tai, some music, and a nice relaxing day,

BRRRING!

BRRRRING!

BRRRRRRING! 

"Damnit. Who's calling me now..." She groaned, walking towards her teal rotary phone, "Natalya Dyer speaking,

" Who's this?" Holding her cigarette in the other hand as she waited for the voice to speak, 

"Nat, how's everything in Memphis." It was her boss, Mrs. Moon, of the juicy gossip magazine Moon and Sun. "It's not California." Natalya smiled, her radio playing softly in the background as she took a deep drag of her cigarette. It wasn't that she didn't like her job. She knew she was destined for great things, like being an author or owning a company. But Natalya might have started considering a new job based on her thoughts about being destined for her boss's words to her, 

"Well, that's great hun. Listen, we want the juicy gossip between Hollywood's greatest couple."

"Sharon Tate and Roman Polanski?" 

"No, Elvis and Cecelia Presley." Natalya knew that the magazine was known as a crummy rumor and sex magazine amongst the stars, but she couldn't help but feel a twinge of curiosity. Was there anything to report? "Alright, Mrs. Moon, any leads?"

"Nope, I'm just your messenger today. You've got to do the rest of the work." Although she had been considering a new job, the twinge of curiosity seemed to have won her over, and it looked like she'd be doing the rest of the work to get the scoop on the couple. 

"Mama!! Mama!!!" 

"Well, Tata dear." Mrs. Moon hung up, and as she did, Natalya put all her attention on her blonde-haired blue-eyed son. "Hey, Jer-Bear, how was school!" Natalya asked as he hugged his mother,

 "It was good. I made lots of friends, and I think two of them are related to the Presleys." 

"That's good," Natalya smiled as she then zoned back into what he just said, 

"Why's that honey?"

"Well... One's got blue eyes and dark hair." 

"Every white boy who's got dark hair and blue eyes isn't a-"

"And his last name is Presley, and his sister asked if we could come over tonight for dinner!" Would it be this simple for her to get this job done? She wondered to herself, 

"Did they give you a number?" She asked. Natalya had hoped these kids weren't playing a cruel joke on her son, but then again one could never know for sure. 

"They did!" Jericho smiled, handing her a piece of a cupcake wrapper with writing on it. Although, it was weird, as a journalist. She's handled much worse. Natalya dialed the number as she waited. This couldn't be real, she was calling the house of the world's favorite stars, it had to be a- 

"Hello, Elvis Presley speaking?"

"Prank..." She mumbled. "I-I mean, uh, Hi!, I'm Natalya Dyer, and my son, I believe, befriended your children?" She said, trying to remain calm. She was talking to Elvis! A man whose movies she's watched religiously! A man, who she's had posters of!

"Mhmm, One moment." Elvis looked at his son Jesse as he looked up at his dad, "Did you invite a friend over?" He asked as Jesse nodded,

 "Was I not supposed to..."

"Buddy, you gotta ask me and your mama first." He ruffled up his dark hair, 

"Oh..." 

"Can he still come over?" Elaine began to bat her eyes as Elvis smiled, bending to his daughter's will, "Oh alright," He winked, "Uh, Mrs. Dyer, ya still there?" 

"Mhmm..." She nodded trying not to scream,

"Could you come by say 4:30? My wife should be home then," Sometimes it did indeed pay to have a kid, Natalya thought, "Of course, we'll leave now." Natalya hung up as Jericho came back down, 

"Can we go!"

"Mhmm!" Bringing her notepad and a pen, she got her keys and her son and took off. Driving down from her house on Audubon to Graceland was beautiful. There were trees and long stretches of land, a beautiful rustic feel that was different from California and different from her messy life. As she was driving down towards the house, she saw a 68 pink Mustang cruise beside her, as she looked over to see who it was. Her eyes caught a glimpse of who she thought was. "Cecelia Presley?" She mumbled but then shrugged. Maybe it wasn't her, and she was getting herself a little too excited. 

"Mama, look!" Jericho pointed towards the gates as he grinned, 

"Holy shit..." Natalya gasped driving toward the driveway, "Excuse me Ms. may I help you." There was a man at the gate with brown shaggy hair and a warm smile,

 "Natalya Dyer," She smiled as Jericho waved at the man, "Come in, E and C are expecting you." Driving up the driveway. She saw a woman with jeans on and her shirt tied standing next to her pink Mustang,

 "El!" Cecelia smiled, "Oh! Hi!" She turned to face,

"Uh... Natalya Dyer." She stuck her hand out as Cecelia stole a glance at her. She was beautiful and built like Sophia Loren, 

"Nice to meet you, and who's this little cutie!"

"JERICHO!!!" Jesse ran out of the house, Jericho hugged his friend as Natalya laughed,

 "My son,"

"Well come on in, can I get you anything to drink?" Cecelia asked as Natalya nodded,

 "Got anything to make a Mai Tai?"

"Rough day?"

"Just moved in today..." Natalya shook her head, She watched as Cecelia made her drink and smiled, 

"Where from?"

"California, though I'm from Tulsa Oklahoma." She mentioned as Cecelia snickered, Natalya didn't find it funny until she remembered whose house she was in. 

"Is there a Mr. Dyer?"

"No...No... I'm going through a messy divorce. It's just my son and I living in Audubon." Natalya shrugged, 

"Say, uh, I don't wanna make things weird, but," 

"You wanna interview Elvis and me?"

"How'd you know?"

"The pen and pad in your pocket." 

"Touche..." She laughed as Cecelia smirked,

 "Mama, can I have a fancy drink too!" Natalya heard a small voice say as she looked down and saw a little girl who looked like Cecelia. "Of course, sweetheart." She made her a mocktail and sent her on her way,

 "That's our daughter Elaine."

"She's beautiful,"

"She's a minute younger than her brother,"

"Cece is that you?"

"In the kitchen!" She shouted back, 

"Is that..."

"Mhmm, in the TV room, " The two walked down as Cecelia led her down the stairs, Elvis had been watching Football, the news, and a game show. He hadn't been wearing anything too spectacular except for his wedding band, but for once he looked like a normal guy,

 "Whatcha watching..." Cecelia asked, her arms around his shoulder as he kissed her hand, "My damn teams losin again." He huffed as she shook her head, 

"What about you how was your day?"

"Stressful, but enough about that..." He kissed her nose as she blushed, "We have a guest, Ms. Dyer,"

"We spoke on the phone," He got up and introduced himself to her, "Lovely home!" She squeaked, 

"She just moved to Audubon Drive today?"

"I used to live there, it's a nice suburb if you don't hang your laundry on a clothesline," He grumbled, 

"Explain's the price for it." she mumbled, "Well don't be a stranger Nat come sit, turn the TV onto whatever you watch!" Elvis smiled and she felt warm inside, like he was a familiar friend, 

"May I interview you two for Moon and Sun Magazine?" Natalya asked as Elvis shrugged,

 "Don't see why not," He responded as Cecelia sat next to him.

"Alright, I warn you... These questions are a bit uh... raunchy cause Moon and Sun, like that kind of thing," 

"Shoot." Elvis winked,

"Alright, uh... What's your favorite time of day t-to," Natalya couldn't believe she was going to ask her two favorite artists this question, but here she was, 

"To what?" Elvis asked, his eyebrow quirking up, he couldn't lie and say he didn't read Moon and Sun magazine, it was one of the many things that kept the spice in his life going. 

"To have sex...", She got quiet as Elvis and Cecelia paused, the couple thinking for a while as Natalya gulped, 

"I-I don't know, Cil and I are like rabbits sometimes ya know." Elvis laughed as Cecelia blushed, "I'd say early mornin, it's something about hearing the birds chirp that makes it romantic." She grinned as Natalya wrote their answers down, 

"I agree." Elvis winked,

 "And why's that?"

"Well, it's when it's just us and the early morning glow on her skin. It makes her look like a goddess." Elvis mentioned as he shrugged, Natalya nodded, she could remember when her husband was romantic like that, "Get as dirty as you want hun," Cecelia poured a glass of Fanta Orange, 

"You sure?"

"You want people to buy this don't'cha," Elvis smirked as Natalya nodded,

"So what was it like the first time you two fucked," Natalya asked as Elvis lit up a cigarillo, "Mind lighting my cig?" She asked as Elvis leaned to light it. 

 "It was bad," Cecelia giggled,

"You said it was good." He playfully glared at her as Natalya watched them, "Well, it was good then, I mean we were 20 and it was on a tour bus, which is hot, but."

"Not romantic," Natalya added as they both nodded, "We were so awkward, Couldn't look him in the eye." Cecelia laughed, 

"I see, I see, so speaking of that how big is it..." Natalya asked as Cecelia smirked, "Now we're talkin," Elvis went red as he coughed, "I'll be outside by the door..." He smiled,

"So... Is the king packing a scepter..." 

"Mhmm... Think a Cola bottle and a quarter," Cecelia smirked, Natayla gasped, 

"And you take all of it..." 

"Mhmm."

"So... did you like suck it the first time or,"

"Second time, and..."

"It was the best damn head I ever had." He walked back in,

 "Glad to see you're back. Cause, I got a question for you." 

"Alright."

"Did you go muff diving?" She smirked, "I mean it is all the rage now," 

"Course I did," He smirked, "Always do, she got me used to it, "

"I did?" Cecelia blushed, as he winked, Natayla liked the conversation she was stirring, but she wanted to know more, something that wasn't so sexual,

 "Say, tell me about that Christmas Special coming up?" 

"Well, I should let Cece tell you that, I'm just the singer, for singer, but Cece directed it." He gave her praise as he kissed her, "Correction second unit director, Binder directed it, and if I must add, without my help, it would have been shit..." 

"Tell me more," Natalya realized she was interviewing the wrong person really, "I mean as a woman, and of color that had to be tough," She sighed, 

"Well Binders team and my team had a vision, and that vision was Elvis, nothing less nothing more." Cecelia looked at her husband as he kissed her cheek, "Not to mention while taking care of the kids." Elvis chuckled, "But this woman here, is amazin, she won't talk about herself, but I will, My wife put that damn show so ahead on its train tracks all I had to worry about was what location and what outfit, she's a genius she's an icon and she's my hero." He looked into her eyes as Natalya's heart yearned for what they had, "I did nothing except organize and yell action," Cecelia joked, " I mean am I force not to fuck with yeah, but I'm a wife and a mother and-"

"And an amazin artist and songwriter and writer, and guitar player," He turned to Natalya, 

"Man, I wish I had my magazine... I'd cover stories like this you know." 

"Then come up with a business proposal and we'll make it happen." 

"I..." 

"She means it," Elvis winked, 

"You'd do that for me?" Natayla asked, "I mean you two barely know me and-"

"Nat, you're good people, I've never seen our sun that excited unless his grandpa's grillin'"Elvis chuckled, 

"Hey C where's the band-aid's" 

"I'll show you." Natalya looked up and she saw him, the guy from the gate, her brown eyes meeting soft gentle blue ones, 

"Actually, Elvis you wanna come with me..." 

"Hmm?" Cecelia nudged him, he then looked between the two, "Oh... Oh! " He took his wife by the hands as they left, 

"Jerry Schilling..."

"Natalya Dyer." 

Do you think I should make a part 2? LET ME KNOW?

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[lil-dragon-draws]

Dean DeBlois coming up with THW: do you remember Gift of the Night Fury? And do you remember In Dragons We Trust? what if we did that but bad

So I kinda held off from answering this because I thought it would become a little ranty but oH WELL

Truer words have never been spoken my friend.

Past media has shown us how humans and dragons were better off (happier, even) co-existing together, rather than sending them away, and THW just took all of that and threw it out of a window.

It simply just doesn't fit in with the rest of the franchise (ranging from the 'this is berk' intro to the different animation style, and even the different title), especially thematically. HTTYD 1 and 2 are all about love and hope and friendship and overcoming adversity together because there is nothing stronger than the bond between best friends, between family and love. Yet THW throws this all away because... the world is now too dangerous for the dragons and humans to co-exist peacefully? Because the dragons belong in the Hidden World? Because Hiccup and Toothless need to separate n order to bring the story closure?

It completely undermines the message the previous two movies, short films and shows sent us. We grew up with these characters. We saw them laugh together, fight together and cry together. And we get to laugh and fight and cry with them. We ca see Hiccup and Toothless bond over and over again, and we can cry each time because look at the beautiful friendship that we get to see blossom before our very eyes! We get to live their experiences with them, through the shows that for a lot of us were our childhood, through the shows and films that literally made us who we are today, because of that message, that the love that comes from the friendships you makes can help you face any adversity, as long as you face it together. Hiccup and Toothless are stronger as one - all of the riders are. The situation at Berk improved once the humans and dragons made peace, we literally see it in the movies and shows!

I just rewatched the scene where Hiccup lets Toothless go, and they animate it so as Hiccup pulls away from the hug, his hand is outstretched and falls away, mirroring the Forbidden Friendship scene in the first film. I know this is supposed to symbolise the end of their chapter, paralleling the start, but to me it just feels like the story crumbling away, like everything we've fought for has failed, and it just gives me this crushing feeling about the hopeless ending of the story I (and many others) grew up with.

sorry that this became a thw salt mine, but now is probably a great time to say GO WATCH ROB/DOB!!! ITS AMAZING!!! FEEL JOY AGAIN!!!

#THANK YOU FOR THE ASK BEV ILY <3 #dizzybevvie #httyd thw salt #httyd thw criticism #httyd thw #httyd #httyd 2 #rob/dob #asks

[naughtygirl286]

So we finally went to see the next chapter of the MonsterVerse GodzillaxKong: The New Empire. I was super excited to go see this because as a Godzilla fan I have been enjoying this series. Also yes there was plenty of collectable goodies for this movie which of course you can see here.

So as for the movie itself I would say I pretty much loved it I thought it was great myself. I loved all the monster action and all the smashing and crashing. You can tell how these movies evolved from the 2014 Godzilla to now being in the 2014 movie it was very I'd say human centric and as they went on the monsters pretty much took center stage. I feel that the human involvement in this movie was very minimal and were there when they needed to be. and that Warner Bros was all "they want monsters we'll give them monsters!" because I feel this was like 85% monster action!

Now with the story I do feel much like the previous Godzilla vs Kong that the story is focused more on Kong then Godzilla. Kong is the main character in this movie and does get the most screen time. but as for the story itself if kinda is telling two at the same time a Kong Story and a Godzilla story and going back and forth until the 2 meet up again. I don't know the timeline of this I don't remember if they mention anything but I think it does take place shortly after the previous movie maybe a year or 2?

Your basic story is this Kong is living in the Hollow Earth while Godzilla is above. Kong is still lonely believing he is the last of his kind until he finds a hidden underground area with many like himself but it is ruled by a ruthlessly despotic ape known only as "The Skar King" Kong of course comes into conflict with him and gets the upper hand for the moment until the Skar King unleashes his ultimate weapon a kiju named Shimo who has a devastating ice attack causing Kong to retreat and seek help from the only one who can match Shimo's power the King of the Monsters Godzilla! after a short scuffle Godzilla agrees to Help Kong and the Monster action goes into full swing!

Now I like I said I love this movie I thought it was every exciting and very fun and delved more into the mythology of the characters of Godzilla and Kong I loved how they introduced some more new monsters like The Skar King and the little minikong Suko who was a real bastard when you meet him but of course became a friend of Kong's as Kong earned his trust. I also love the return of Mothra as well. The animation and character work for this movie was impressive too especially with Kong and the other ape characters as well as Godzilla who seemed to have a greater sense of motion in this movie as you can see him both running and jumping.

Also like I said the monster action is amazing Ken Watanabe's character Dr. Ishiro Serizawa said it best in the first movie of this series back in 2014 "Let them Fight" and this movie takes that to heart and lets them fight! the fight in Egypt is alot of fun but its pretty much not until they get to Rio and then everything goes crazy! but it is so much fun to watch and I would say it is very satisfying all the smashing and crashing and buildings going flying as the monsters tear everything apart.

but in the end this is just an amazingly fun movie. There is plenty of action and its exciting and goes deeper into the lore and I feel it is having lots of fun expanding on this world and this universe. One thing with these movies is I would like to see more classic characters appear like Anguirus and maybe Gigan but I also like how they are creating newer monster for these movies too. I'm just enjoying everything in these movies and loving it all! but yeah if you are enjoying the MonsterVerse as much as I am then I would highly recommend this one.

#godzilla #godzillaxkong #godzilla x kong #godzillaxkingkong #monsterverse #naughtygirl286 #shannonj286 #Monarch #Godzilla Monarch #Godzilla Evolved #Godzilla x Kong: The New Empire #GodzillaxKong:The New Empire #Godzilla x Kong The New Empire #Kong #king kong

[cosmos-coma]

Metal’s Delicate Touch- Part 5

A/N: I was originally gonna stop after 4 parts which might be why this felt so hard to write (I also just hate confrontation) but You and Bucky needed to chat lol. Probably only one more chapter left!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Words: 2,120

Summary: You and Bucky are so happy to be reunited again, but its time to address the elephant in the room

Warnings: Language, Angst (yelling, verbal fighting) 

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

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You were completely inseparable once Bucky found you. At any given moment you could either find Bucky’s hand in yours or just searching for a piece of you to hold.  Either way, you couldn’t be happier. 

Now that Bucky had settled and agreed to cooperate with the team things became a little easier. The two of you were still forced to stay within the tower while the copycat investigations made way, and someone on the team had to be around at all times, but you two were just happy to be together again.

“Hey, Y/n?” Bucky mused, glancing over in your direction. You two were spending a quiet afternoon catching up on some of your favorite movies. Your legs were slung over his lap and his hands gently ran themselves over your skin with a loving touch, appreciating the clarity now that the bruises were gone. 

“Yes, Buck?” 

“I just- well…” He frowned as he furrowed his brow, “It’s been almost a week since I arrived, and… we still haven't talked about when I left,” his voice seemed hesitant to bring up anything about that time, but he knew better. You’d have to talk at some point.

A sigh left you as you paused the movie and fully turned to face your soldier. You pulled one of your legs back towards your chest to hug it close and left your other extended into Bucky’s touch. “I wasn’t sure if you needed more time…” you spoke, your voice quieter now. 

You waited in silence as Bucky looked down at your leg before him, thinking about his words carefully as his metal thumb idly swirled over the knob of your ankle. He spent whole minutes not saying anything, and you were beginning to wonder if he was really still thinking about what to say or if he was just trying to stall. You were starting to think it was the latter.

“Why did you leave Bucky..?” you asked quietly when it became obvious that you’d have to be the one to start. “I thought we were doing so well…” Your voice came off soft and hurt no matter how you tried to even it out. 

And with that, he looked up. “We were! I mean, I hope we still are- But I….” You watched him run his hand down his face as he began to fumble. It looked like it took great strength as he spoke his next words, though was unable to look at you as he admitted, “I was… I was scared, Doll. I was so fucking scared...” It almost came out in a whisper. 

“These hands have taken so much away from the world,” his metal hand stilled as he watched his touch lift away from you, “Especially this one,” He sighed, but didn’t raise his head. “You gave me everything I didn’t think I could have, Doll. Everything I still don’t think I deserve. You loved me so easily, even after discovering the blood that covered these hands.” He said as you reached your hand out to lovingly graze his cheek, silent as you listened to his woes. 

“I swore the day I found you in that alley that I would keep you from harm until the day I lost breath and I fucked up. I fucked up so bad and I made you scream- god, I still hear it-” 

“That was an accident, Buck..” You finally interjected his rambling.

“But my leaving was not.” He quickly snapped back, misdirected anger distorting his expression. “I’m… sorry. But I still left… I did it on purpose and I got you hurt, Y/n. You were a wreck of discolored injuries and split lips because people were looking for me. I left you to get hurt and I failed to protect you, and-” he continued, on a roll of frustrated rambling. His fingers flexed subconsciously, his mind and body needing a release from the mountain of stress building up.

“Bucky, I don’t-” 

“DON’T… fucking interrupt me” He started to shout and ended with an almost seething tone as he caught himself.

Your whole body flinched and your eyes widened, blinking in surprise at his unusually aggressive tone. Fear must have crossed your eyes as he said it because his mouth immediately clamped shut, regret being the one to twist his expression now. 

Without another word, he brushed your leg off of his lap like it was nothing and walked away without looking back. “I’m sorry…” He mumbled as he turned the corner out of sight, taking much of the tension along with him. He had been attached at the hip with you all week and now he walked away as if you were nothing? He raised his voice, he snapped at you, and his tone… Gods, his tone….

You let out a sigh, covering your face with your hands as you worked through everything that just happened. You knew, logically, that he wasn’t mad at you, you knew that. Bucky was just angry at himself for failing you and was only growing more riled up the more you refused to see it that way. You loved Bucky beyond measure, but this whole situation was giving you a headache and it hadn’t even lasted a full 15 minutes. 

“I didn’t see or hear anything…” Sam commented from the kitchen, casually sipping from his mug as he looked over at you. 

“Hello, Sam…” Your groan came out muffled against your hands before you finally dragged them away and looked over at him. 

“You want me to go bring him back here?” 

“No, no… I-” you hesitated as you looked off towards the corner Bucky disappeared behind, “I honestly don’t want to talk to him right after that. Let him breathe and maybe he’ll be a little better later….” 

Sam nodded silently as he mulled over the situation before him. You liked Sam, he was a good friend to have around and you appreciated his dry humor and good nature. However, you never got as close to him as you had with some of the others. He had been away on an intensive mission when you first arrived and had only returned a few days ago. 

“Well… Nat and I were thinking about heading into town today. You wanna come with? Maybe take your mind off of all….” he offered as he motioned to the entire situation, “that.”

You tilted your head to the side as you considered.

“I thought we weren’t allowed outside the tower until all the copycats were caught?” 

“Well…” Sam made a face as he bobbed his head side to side in consideration, “really, we’re more worried about Bucky leaving and getting into trouble. Not you. Plus, you’ll have two team members with you so I can’t imagine anyone will argue.” 

The small smile on your face grew into something larger and you nodded enthusiastically. “I would like that... Thank you, Sam.” 

He shrugged and smiled with a demeanor so casual as if it was only a penny on the sidewalk he had offered you and not a much-needed escape for your body and mind. “It’s nothing... But we leave in 20 minutes, so I’d start getting ready now.” 

“I only need 15!” you shouted in excitement as you leaped from the couch and raced toward your room. 

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Bucky let his legs lead him to wherever they wanted, seemingly following the distant sound of soft thuds as his mind swirled with clouded thoughts. Why couldn’t you see how bad he is? Why couldn’t you admit that he should have been there? That he should have found you faster? that he-

His thoughts were interrupted as his feet lead him into the gym where Steve rhythmically jabbed the punching bag on the far wall.

Thud, thud, thump

Thud, thud, thump

Bucky’s reflection in the glass caught his attention as he went through another set of punches. His friend's whole expression looked irritable and ready to snap at any minute. His shoulders were squared and ready and his brows drew together in restless thought.

“Hey, Buck…” Steve said, pausing to turn to him while he got some water, “no offense, but you look like shit. Like really angry shit.  Steaming you could say,” Steve continued layering on, a thin, but amused smile playing on his expression. 

Bucky tried hard to stay upset but broke with a quiet snort of laughter and the vaguest hint of a smile. “You’re steaming shit…” He sighed, letting his shoulders fall slightly, “I… I snapped at, Y/n.”

Steve frowned and crossed his arms, “That… doesn’t sound like you.” An obvious thought passed over his face and he looked toward the door for your presence. “And I haven’t seen you two separated since you arrived,” concern started to worry away at Steve. It had admittedly been a long time since he saw Bucky, the clearly present and in control version anyways, but he could still tell that things were eating away at him. 

Steve watched him shift from side to side, a guilty look coating his demeanor as Steve observed out loud. “Well,” he nodded, “we can either talk it out or we can spar it out; your choice.” 

“.... I don’t wanna talk yet.” 

Steve nodded and led him over to the padded side of the gym. Steve was never silent in the old days- or at the very least he said too much and got himself in trouble- but now he was utterly quiet, happy to help Bucky in any way he chose. 

Bucky’s muscles flexed and loosened as they both pulled into a ready position. The full second of stillness felt almost oppressive before he lunged forward to make the first move. The pain from Steve’s blocks and hits felt satisfying as he knew they would leave fleeting bruises.

Steve pulled his punches, landing them softer than they would be in something life or death. He wasn’t stupid, and though he was still relearning how to read his lifelong friend he knew this was all about retribution. Every punch Steve landed because he stupidly left himself open- it was about punishing himself. But, It was his decision how to deal with it and if this is how he needed to work it out then Steve would be there to help.

And for a short while Bucky’s mind was comfortably empty, only the instinct of what to do next and the dull pain in his forearm from blocking Steve’s punches. The lingering tension in his muscles ebbed away as each of their endless stamina was tested and who got tired first was something neither wanted to admit. 

Bucky was the first to crack. 

“I Just…” he dropped his hands as he ceased, breathing heavily, “how have I not disappointed her already? How does she not see that she gets hurt because of me?” He finally let out, holding back something other than weariness from his words. 

“Because she loves you, Buck.” Steve tried to rationalize to him.

“I don’t deserve it,” all of his tiredness ebbed away into something far heavier. “It’s just going to waste with me, her love deserves to go somewhere better,” Bucky said, continuing to dig his mind's own grave as he lamented. 

“Well, you don’t really get to decide that, do you?” 

“... What do you mean?”

“Well, it’s not your affection…” Steve explained, “It’s up to her to decide what’s wasted or not, not you… and if that sounds harsh then, I guess that’s tough. You know I’m here with you Buck - to the end of the line, but- “ Steve shifted and crossed his arms, “well, to put it short- you’re being kind of stupid. I understand why you’re upset and that you feel like you’ve failed, and I would feel the same way. But you’re jumping to far-reaching things without hearing each other.

I think you two just need to listen. She might understand before you’ve made all your points and vice versa, but that’s just how you guys know each other.” Steve finally finished, hoping he had made enough sense to get his point across. 

Bucky frowned as he crossed his arms and took Steve’s words in stride, “... when the fuck did you get so smart, punk?” 

“Peggy helped beat me into shape,” Steve’s laugh broke the tension within the room, like the sun parting the dark clouds, “nowadays it’s mostly Natasha.”

A smile pulled at Bucky’s lips as he nodded a bit, “well… maybe they have a bit of a point. I’ll, um- maybe I’ll go find her in a bit. But a quick rematch first?”

Steve laughed a bit and breathed out a quick breath of relief, “Sure. I don’t mind beating you twice.”

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[bulletproofbanditsorbust]

Bulletproof Bandits, chapter 2

Feb. 8th, 2023

Characters: oc!Russell Davon, oc!Dylan Harley

Word count: 2173 

Warnings: smut towards the end

Summary: russell and dylan just got out of a sticky situation by the skin of their teeth, but now it's time to report to Robin. how will it go?

A/N: hey so i deleted the original post and i lost the caption i left here like a dumbass but who cares, nobody reads these anyway

Dylan was wrapping up Russell's wounds, while smoking a cigarette.

"Can I have a drag?" Russell asked.

Without saying anything or stopping what he was doing, his friend offered him the joint.

"Thanks." Russell breathed smoke that filled the air of Dylan's room.

"You're so stupid…"

"I beg your pardon?"

"You're so stupid", Dylan repeated. "Everything went to shit when we separated. You know what happens when we split up! Have you ever watched a horror movie?"

"It's not that we split up, I lost sight of you!" Russell retorted. "I turned around for one second and you were gone!"

"I was trying to- ugh, whatever. I don't really care. What matters is that I found you just in time." Dylan pulled out another cigarette from the packet and lit it up. "Besides, how's your stomach doing?"

"Not great, my dude." Russell had his palm pressed against it, which made his hand all sticky with congealed blood.

"Hmm. Lemme take a look." Dylan delicately moved Russell's hand aside. A small, black hole about three centimeters above Russell's bellybutton with red stains around it was presented in front of him. He breathed in through his teeth. "Yikes. That's bad." He commented. "But since it's you, it's gonna be healed in… I'd say… a week and a half?"

"Oh, good." Said Russell. "And what am I supposed to do until then?"

Dylan shrugged. "I dunno. Jerk off."

"Hah, good thing they didn't take out my good arm then."

They both laughed.

"C'mon, stand up." Dylan prompted while picking up another roll of bandages. Russell obeyed.

Russell's body was slim, but muscular. His pale skin was decorated with freckles all over, like tiny specks of glitter. Dylan couldn't help but think that he would've loved to kiss Russell's little blemishes. Every single one. Just like the sun kissed his skin.

Dylan sighed. Unfortunately he didn't have the time to fantasize over that, because he had a job to do.

Ten minutes and two other cigarettes later, everything was done.

"There we go. You're as good as new!" Exclaimed Dylan, admiring his work.

Russell stretched his back. "Thanks, dude."

"No problem. I am your personal nurse at this point." Dylan threw away the cigarette butt out of the window, then picked up the two bullets that were left on the desk. "Guess we don't need these anymore-"

"Oh, no no, keep the bullets!" Interrupted the redhead.

"Huh? Are you starting a new collection?"

"Uh… yeah, maybe."

Dylan was perplexed, but gave the bullets to Russell anyway. "Russ, you're a weird dude, y'know?"

His friend smiled. "That's why you like me!"

Dylan laughed. If only you knew. "Yeah!" He gave Russell a pat on the back.

"Anyway, I think you should wait until the heat on you goes off before you head home. Wanna crash here tonight?"

"Absolutely!" Responded Russell, without hesitation. "What's for dinner?"

"Uh… Roasted roaches I think."

Russell shrugged. "I've eaten worse."

That night, Russell slept unpleasantly. He would always toss and turn around on the bed, and when he finally caught some sleep, the visions would plague him.

Russell was in what seemed like an empty lab. Lights out. Running for his life. Someone - or something - was chasing him, emitting horrible guttural sounds. For the first time in his life, Russell was scared.

The full moon casted its light through the large windows. The boy looked behind him. He couldn't make out what was there, just a big shadow of what he thought was a disfigured man, with jaws of darkness.

A roar. Russell picked up the pace, desperate to find a way out of that maze.

He turned left, in a long corridor, then right, then left again. An emergency door in front of him.

Out of breath, Russell frantically tried to push the door.

It wouldn't budge.

Shit.

The steps and screams grew closer.

Shit.

The creature appeared at the end of the hallway.

Shit!

The monster charged at Russell, who was completely still, squashed against the door.

Their eyes met.

The mutant snapped open its fauces.

A scream.

Russell woke up in a pool of sweat, hyperventilating. Tears of terror were escaping the corners of his eyes.

"Oh, fuck…" The boy got up and rubbed his temple, wondering if he screamed in real life too. Judging by Dylan sleeping soundly by his side, the answer was no. Then again, Dylan could sleep even if there were cannons going off right by his ear.

"Dylan?"

Snoring.

"Dylan!"

Still no response.

Russell sighed, as he left the bed to go home.

Later that night, Russell was climbing into his hideout. A modest shack, built over some rubbles, with a sea view.

When the boy opened the door, he was surprised by a cat’s meow.

“Oh, you’re still here, Mr. Whiskers! I thought you were long gone!” Russell kneeled to pet Mr. Whiskers, a gray striped cat, who responded by purring. “Lemme get you something to eat.”

The redhead then started rummaging through cupboards. “A-Ha! Tuna and peas. Not bad for a midnight snack.” He then proceeded to empty the cat food can on a filthy plate. The cat promptly jumped on the table and started meowing insistently. “Hold on, hold on, lil’ guy, we’re gonna have to share.” Russell split the slop onto another plate and gave it to Mr. Whiskers, who gladly accepted the offer.

“Mmh, pretty good!” The boy commented with his mouth full.

Russell finished his meal in a few forkfuls. “Well, I’m off to bed, lil’ guy, see you tomorrow!” He said, while caressing the animal who was still in the middle of eating.

That night, in fact, Russell did not sleep. He wouldn’t admit it, but he was scared to have another nightmare. He stayed up writing in his diary, listening to records and smoking on the roof. If he had night terrors while sleeping with his best friend beside him, he couldn’t imagine what his mind could invent to torture him while he was alone.

The sun rose once again over Rhinestone City.

At dawn, Russell was directed to Robin’s hideaway: an old, decrepit cathedral not too far from his house. The boy was excited: the thing inside his motorbike’s luggage rack could’ve been worth millions and a blowjob for all he knew, and he liked his odds.

“And you are…?” asked the slender guy at the refuge’s gates.

“C’mon, you know me, Peanut. I’ve been working for Robin for years now!” Protested Russell.

“That’s Miss Robin to you!” Peanut pointed an accusatory finger at Russell’s chest.

“Hey, you two!” A voice came from inside the cathedral. “What’s goin’ on?” A big man with an eye patch came out.

“Oh, Brute! Can you please tell your friend here that I have something very important to deliver to your boss?”

“Hey, Russell! Come in, Come in! Ignore Peanut, he gots the brain worms!” Brute pointed at his own head and rotated the finger. He gave Russell a pat on his back. “My sister is waiting for you…”

Finally, Russell walked in.

“You’re late.”

Robin was sitting on an upholstered chair, dressed in latex and fur. Her long legs, fit in a pair of thigh-high boots, were crossed over. Her waist-length pink hair styled in a braid. Her voice, clear and deep, echoed throughout the structure.

“I apologize, Miss. Things got… heated and in the way. It won't happen again.” Russell had a way with words, when he wanted.

“Mmh-hmm” Robin took a sip of her red wine. “It’ll be better for you. Now, give me the package.” She beckoned with her hand.

Russell punctually walked through the central nave of the church. He looked around: the stained glass windows always fascinated him. The pack was small but quite heavy, so he had to carry it with two hands. He couldn’t wait to get it off him: the injured shoulder was starting to hurt.

“Here you are, Miss.” Russell extended his arms to Robin, who slowly collected the parcel. She opened the wrapping with a decorated letter opener.

“Oh yes… You’re finally mine.” She sighed. “Do you want to see?” The woman invited the boy with a gesture of her hand.

“Uh, sure.” The redhead went behind her shoulder, to take a look. “Oh, wow.” He was left breathless: it was the most beautiful knife he’d ever seen. About twelve inches long, iridescent blade, with a dragon engraved on the handle, nestled with little jewels. Russell instinctively reached out with his hand.

Robin stopped him. “Don’t touch it or I’ll kill you with it.”

Russell grinned. “It would be an honor, Miss.”

She looked at him in the yellow eyes, caressing his chin. “Hm, you’re such an asslicker, Russell.”

A shiver went down the boy’s spine as Robin pronounced his name.

“So, uh… About that promise…”

“Of course, my dear.” The woman smiled. "Billy, Brute, stay on guard. Russell and I… have to discuss important affairs."

Before he knew it, Russell was on a filthy mattress in the back of the chapel, half naked making out with the woman of his dreams.

Robin was a lady who didn’t waste any time: not even after five minutes, she jumped on top of Russell, reached down the boy’s pants and started to jerk him off; gently, at first, then with a more consistent rhythm.

Russell moaned in pleasure as he bit her neck. Her hand went faster.

“You like that, bitch boy?” Robin whispered in his ear. “You want to cum for me?”

“Uh-huh...” Is all what he managed to say.

Robin was going so fast on Russell her hand was a blur. Russell was a moaning and twitching mess. He was almost there.

But at the very last instant, Robin let go.

The sensation that Russell felt at that moment surely wasn’t what he expected. The heat building up in his crotch, ready to spill out, just… didn’t come, leaving a stinging sensation of disappointment. He wasn’t sure if he completely disliked it, though.

Without letting him catch a breather, Robin shoved Russell’s face between her legs. He immediately started licking and sucking furiously, like a dog in heat.

“Oh, yes, yes… Good boy!” Robin grabbed the boy’s hair, who proceeded to whimper and go faster in his task.

In between pants and moans, Russell grabbed her thigh with one hand, and placed two fingers inside her with the other. This will make her go mad! He thought, while concentrating his tongue on her clitoris, tracing small circles. He felt the grip on his hair getting stronger: he was doing a good job.

Convulsions, heavy breathing, yelps of pleasure: it went on for almost twenty minutes. Russell was afraid that his jaw would fall out, but it was worth it. He could’ve gone on another hour if he wanted.

Finally, Robin’s insides felt tighter around Russell’s soaking wet fingers. She almost crushed his head in between her thighs from the orgasm. Again, for Russell, it would’ve been worth it.

Russell pulled out his fingers and licked all her juices. A good boy always cleans up after himself.

With one last sigh, Robin let go of his hair. Russell climbed Robin’s body, kissing her until he met her lips with his.

"So… what's my next mission?" Russell wanted to know, while he tied his leather pants.

Robin was adjusting her fur coat. "Oh, I got a big one for you, this time. You're going to Liberty City."

"Liberty City?! Isn't it where all those rich, spoiled freaks are?"

"Yes, but I have a nice ring there. The knife you delivered me today came from the city too, before those bastards snatched it away from me."

"But how am I gonna make it? The place is filled with pigs armed to the ass!"

"I believe you are very resourceful, Russell. You'll figure it out. It's better if you get backup, though."

"What's in it for me?"

"Fame. Glory. Half a million gold pieces. Anything you want."

"Can I have the dragon knife?"

"No."

"Oh."

Robin unlocked the door. "You have until the day after tomorrow to figure out a plan. "

"The day after tomorrow? But I'm a wreck! I got shot twice! I need to wait to heal before going!" Russell complained.

The woman hesitated. "Fine, but wait no further than your healing time. The money for the knife will be delivered with the same method. In the dumpster, this evening."

"Roger that."

They walked to the altar together.

Robin pulled out a small box from a chest and handed it to the boy. "Here. Protect this with your life."

Russell accepted the new package, nodding.

Back home, Russell put the object of his new mission on the wardrobe. He sat down at the foot of the bed, pondering it while lighting up a cigarette.

He couldn't help but wonder. What's inside the box, and why is it so important?

#bulletproof bandits #if i happen to post this twice thats just your immagination i didnt do that. shut up thats why #a.

[adorewo0]

SUMMARY : You are gifted barricade tickets to a Seventeen concert by your best friend. Woozi ends up taking your phone leading you down a slightly hectic and confusing love story with someone you never thought you would meet.

PAIRING : Idol!Woozi x Non-idol!reader

GENRE : Fluff, delulu, idol au/smau(?)

FEATURING : All of Seventeen

WARNINGS : None :)

NOTES : This is my first story, so any feedback on things I need to improve on would be helpful. Also some parts will be set up like a smau. It’s all based on what I’m feeling in the moment/what I think is visually appealing. THIS IS PURE FICTION AND NOT RELATED TO THE IDOLS IRL!

AN : At this point its Follow Tour Woozi cause he been looking too good. But I hope y'all are enjoying this! Originally it was for my bsf which is why its really cliche but I never finished. I'mma try and get chapters out more often so you don't have to wait. If you want to be notified when I update just tell me and I'll tag you!

Thank you<3

Chapter 2

“No cause vocal unit’s performance of Habit ate!” Kya emphasizes, “I swear a few tears dropped.” We are having our little debrief session at the airport waiting to board our plane.

“No cause S.Coups in Fire?” I point out, “That’s what did it for me.” So did S.Coups helping me. I force the thoughts of the many weird interactions from the night before out of my head.

Passengers for Plane ### may start boarding now. Please recall the information…

I tune out the rest of the information from the intercom knowing I don’t need it. Kya and I gather our things and get in line.

We ended up getting separated in the process of her booking our plane tickets, so I had to say a short “Bye” to her on the way to my seat.

When I get to my seat I put my luggage overhead and sat down. I’m sitting next to this dude with relatively long hair and a mask on. From what I can see of him, his face looks promising. I say “Hi” but he ignores me, looks out the window and turns up the music in his headphones. Oh.I decided to not let it bother me and focus on what movie I should watch from the plethora of options I downloaded beforehand.

Another person sits next to me, but I’m glued to my phone so I don’t pay much attention. I hear a deep voice say “Hey” and my head shoots up. I recognize the voice and as I stare at his mask-covered face more, the face matches as well.

“Oh hi! I didn’t expect to see you here.” I say dumbfounded.

“I didn’t expect to see you here either, you live in Atlanta or just visiting?” he asks incredulously.

“Yeah. My friend and I flew up to NY to see you guys since there was no ATL tour date.”

“Thank you! But sorry about that, we decided to do a last minute pop-up at a music festival in ATL a few days ago.” He says with a sorrowful look back.

“No it’s okay! We really enjoyed ourselves and the money was all worth it.” I say warmly.

“Thank you again for enjoying it.” I nod my head and the conversation dies down a little bit, but a few mins later he asks, “Do you wanna come to our sound check before the pop up? You can bring your friend and just hang out with us.”

“For real?” I ask in disbelief.

“Yeah! I thought it would be fun for you plus I think your chill and a couple of the other members think the same as well.” The information he provides me with is kind of surprising, but I go with it.

“Sure then! I’ll bring my friend Kya.”

“Great!” We continue talking on and off, my movie getting ignored for the most part the whole plane ride.

Kya’s POV

I get to my seat after my small wave to y/n. I’m trying to put up my suitcase, but I’m struggling due to my height being on the shorter side. The man who was waiting behind me stops me and takes the suitcase and puts it away. I let out a short sorry feeling self conscious. I sit down in the middle seat and he also puts his bag over my row and comes to sit in the window seat. I push my legs in, out of courtesy, and he slips past me. I distract myself with my phone and later the plane starts to take off.

I decide to fall asleep out of boredom after take off and lean my head back against my seat. I soon doze off but my head moves all the way to the left into an uncomfortable position. I feel someones’ hand grab my head and move it to the right on something hard. I look up and stare at the man from before and he slowly starts to look familiar. Minghao? Nah I’m trippin. I fall back asleep on the man’s shoulder which feels heavenly to use as a pillow.

He wakes me up when the plane has landed and I look up at him confused. I soon realized that my “dream” was not a dream and that was truly Minghao. Wtf… I decide to be chill about it so I don’t expose his identity. I let out a small thank you and move out of my seat to get my things.

Of course I struggle again, so he helps me with my bag and gets his at the same time. Fuck it. I make small talk with him while we're walking out of the plane which turns into a really chill conversation. Laughing with Minghao, we walk into the empty gate where I see y/n standing with 2 men. oh- I walk up to her with a questioning look and she does the same back.

#seventeen #woozi x reader #black reader #kpop #woozi x black reader

[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

tuesday again 2/14/23

oops! all friend recs edition. this post brought to you by viewers like you. thank you!

listening

green day's last ride in, courtesy of @dying-suffering-french-stalkers. this DOES belong on a daisuke jigen lupinthethird playlist ur correct. not quote four minutes of a laid back, surf rock instrumental. above all this is the american genre of music that Wants you to think it sounds effortlessly cool, and jigen is one of very few fictional characters who puts that much work into looking effortlessly cool.

ran across some apocryphal reddit posts that are like "yeah they came up with this riff during a sound check and liked it so much they decided it didn't need lyrics". sure i'll buy that!

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reading

The Skylark of Space by E.E. "Doc" Smith, courtesy of @believerindaydreams. restarting this audiobook available through my library, which is apparently the 1946 hardcover edition that differs wildly from editions before and after. what are those differences? who can say! i cannot easily find a breakdown!

critical reception of this book was mixed. i think the criticisms about scientific plausibility (even by 1919 standards) and dialogue are warranted. doc smith was a chemical engineer, who are certainly. types of guys. most of the fun of this book (for me) comes in recognizing the building blocks of the space opera. i like peeling up the seams and following this novel's construction decisions. i don't fully agree that this is where space operas started, but arguments about how it's the most imitated space opera are convincing.

it's quite rare i listen to an audiobook bc my ears are not friends with my brain, and it's easier to listen to chattier podcasts where if i tune out for a moment i don't miss much. the reader? performer? reed mccolm has a voice i do better with (neutral american accent in the baritenor range). i don't really know if i'd find the paper version easier or harder to follow, bc mr mccolm is doing his absolute fucking best with the voicework but doc smith does not seem overly fond of dialogue tags. it is occasionally difficult to figure out who's speaking.

a line that made me stop folding laundry and yell HELLO??? out loud: "Each girl looked at the other, and liked what she saw." unfortunately no gay shit seems to be going on, but we spend a fuck of a lot of time in this chapter going over how the spaceship works, so it's very possible they're engaging in quiet bisexualism in the background and doc smith has simply not noticed. gay shit going on in the background is not critical to our understanding of how the spaceship works.

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watching

What's Up Doc? (1972, dir. Bogdanovich) courtesy of @nikkifromtabs. i had a fucking marvelous time with this screwball comedy. i could not give you any of the finer details of the plot or who has what bag when but i enjoyed every goddamn minute. as i write this on monday night it is singlehandedly responsible for improving a miserable day. MANY short sharp barks of laughter

i love screwballs but they tend to stress me the fuck out-- bringing up baby is verging on a horror movie for me. even though streisand's character would be the very best of friends with hepburn's character in bringing up baby, this movies stresses me the fuck out WAY less. perhaps its bc it feels more like a stage play, or more deliberately humorous, or just that the stakes feel way lower. the mile a minute dialogue is best appreciated with subtitles

can we go back to the halycon days when dudes were not waxed bare and dangerously dehydrated in order to have a shirtless scene? ryan o'neal is a handsome if slightly bland man and he looks like Just Some Guy with his shirt off. great! love it! give me more!

i was going to write a whole little thing about "everyone is beautiful and no one is horny" but we can boil it down to "seventies beauty standards are wildly different from today's" and "everyone in this movie is almost always too busy sliding in and out of various scrapes to be horny"

kung fu hustle, arsenic & old lace, and this movie are now in a three-way tie for my favorite comedy.

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playing

Dead Man's Rest courtesy of @jaimehwatson who recced this nearly three years ago and @pasta-pardner who gifted it to me last week. i have played it for three hours got three different routes and none of them are "happy". are any of them happy? is this a commentary on the inherent tragedy of revenge and the inherent tragedy of the american western, never able to escape stolen dreams on stolen land? the tyranny of the small business/farm owner only able to exist on a mountain of skeletons and heavy subsidies from the government? i am rotating this game in my mind at helicopter speeds.

also chase i agree with you this sheriff is definitely supposed to be lee van cleef

storytelling: it is uneven at best. the native american love interest's route is a particular weakness. as a review on steam said, it reads very much like the only media the devs consumed researching this was disney's pocahontas. there are some very moralistic and defensive statements throughout other routes as well that read like the devs trying to get ahead of any accusations, which makes this game much weaker as now it is neither a product of its time or ours. the mystery does unfold in a way that surprised me, and you have to go through multiple different routes with multiple people in order to get more of the solution. this is very hard to pull off and i liked this murder mystery/tragedy aspect of the game very much. i am not a mlm so i can't really comment on whether or not these romances are fulfilling, although they are straight up gay and there isn't a bisexual reading that can be applied. i, noted bisexual cowboy enjoyer, was a little disappointed that the MC cannot have a bisexual reading applied to him, he does seem very firmly at one end of the kinsey scale.

construction: there are four different ways of presenting dialogue. there are SO many routes in this thing and i feel like standardizing the text boxes would have made their lives easier? i do appreciate the vibes-based subtitles for the music and sfx. this is startlingly good caption work for a tiny idie studio.

is it "good"? did i have a "good time" playing it? fuck if i know. compels me tho.

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making

this one is For a friend but it fits the theme. baby blanket progress, about a repeat and a half in. the tentative baby date is march 5th and the tentative blanket date is uhhh probably end of may? at this pace?

#i don't usually have a schtick for these except for the one nearest star wars day but valentines on a tuesday was too cute to ignore #tuesday again #tuesday again no problem

[that-weird-skeleton-bastard]

Rushing things chapters 3,4 & 5

title says it all, chapters 3 4 and 5 of my papyton fanfic

Chapter 3: let your feelings bloom

They both got up, disgruntled and awkward when Sans came home and used an air horn to wake them up ("because it was funny" he said). Mettaton gave Papyrus his cat onesie back and put on his now wrinkled red suit.

Before he left, he earnestly thanked Papyrus: 《- Darling, I had a lovely time hanging out with you! Perhaps... Perhaps we could hang out again in the foreseeable future? MTT noticed the skeleton blushing a light periwinkle - Y-YOU WANT TO HANG WITH ME AGAIN?? WOWIE, I DIDN'T KNOW WE WERE THAT CLOSE ALREADY... The way Papyrus phrased that made Mettaton blush even harder. - O-of course I want to! He replied, a bit louder than intended. You're great company! But next time, maybe you could come to MY place! Y'know...so that we don't get any more... "funny" wake-up call from your brother... - AGREED. stated Papyrus, still a bit salty about it.》 They then exchanged phone numbers and Mettaton left, feeling so... light and warm.

Meanwhile, in his room, Papyrus was still ecstatic about hanging out again with Mettaton, so much that he was literally screaming of joy in his pillow while rapidly kicking his feet. Thoughts of what to do and/or bring for their second hangout filled his head. He felt as if his heart was about to burst out his chest and fly around his room. Oh my god he never felt like that before. It felt really weird and AMAZING. What WAS this feeling?? Was is.. love? It wasn't platonic love for sure, he knew what THAT felt like. I mean, Mettaton IS really attractive, and he sings so well! OMG IS IT WHAT ROMANTIC LOVE FEELS LIKE-

No no it can't be romantic love, romantic love is when you kiss them, and go on dates and do whatever that "adult stuff" is that Papyrus sometimes overhears Sans talking about with Toriel and Grillby. Well... he DOES want to kiss Mettaton...BUT IT'S SO SOON!! WAIT, d-does that mean their next "hangout" IS A DATE-

Papyrus screamed in his pillow again but this time it's was because of sheer confusion and dread.

Returning to Mettaton, he finally got home, switched back to his box form, and is now texting Alphys about the sleepover at Papyrus's:

And we r planning to have another hangout you were right alphy he's a really cool guy ;3

Hehe sounds like u 2 had a gr8 time ^^ And mayB next time you go further lollll

??? Wym alphy we did nothing like that

Right.... *wink wink*

No I'm serious we didn't do any of that, I just watched movies with him like the ✨amazing generous star that I am✨

Alrite text me back when u realise how much you a flaming homosexual for the tol bone man

ALPHYS AIGDGIRGXOYTCLHJD-

I'm sorry but u know its tru It's the 1st time I've ever heard u talk about a dude like THAT Like he's the 8th wonder of the world looolll

Mettaton immediately turned off his phone and hid his flustered face in his hands... No it can't be. TOO FAST TOO SOON. They met THIS MORNING. He already had relationships turn sour real fast because he was rushing things.

HE WAS NOT GOING TO RUIN HIS CHANCE AT HAVING A FRIENDLY RELATIONSHIP WITH A FAN BY BEING HIS IMPATIENT SELF. He was about to have a nice FRIENDLY, PLATONIC hangout with his number 1 fan.

Oh, speaking of, he needed to set a date with Papyrus for that hangout.

A quick phone call later, Mettaton, still a bit giddy from talking to Papyrus, now had a set date for their next hangout: In two days, at 5:00 PM, and this time, it was MTT's turn to surprise Papyrus. So, he liked cooking... that was the robot's biggest help to figure out what to do...

During those two days, Mettaton filled out some auditions for other planned movies and got around trying to get a gig, and while waiting for the answers from the studios, he catched up on Alphys and Undyne.

It was the first time Undyne heard about Mettaton hanging out with Papyrus (and of course, Alphys, who saw right through him, told her about his feelings), and she was being insufferable about it, messing with the robot by mocking him, saying corny stuff in a baby voice: 《- Ooh PaPywUs DaRLiN, HoW I CwAvE YoUr pWeSeNcE <3<3 Mettaton was bright hot pink, and thought he was about to pop a rubber vein while Undyne continued her act, despite Alphys asking her to stop. - oOh I WaNnA HoLd YoU, My dEaW, LeT uS NeVeW bE ApAwT AgAiN!》

She eventually stopped after a while.

The next day (so, the eve of the hangout), Mettaton got a return from a small studio he auditioned to: he was accepted! So putting on his red suit once again -after ironing it- he went to meet his costars on the set, and talked with the director of this movie, a lovely young man called Jake. The atmosphere on this set was DRASTICALLY different than on the set of the movie saga: there wasn't this tension in the air, where you thought you weren't acting good enough compared to the other actors, there was a lot more monsters here, actors and backstage staff alike... overall, this felt much more like home to Mettaton. And while it wasn't perfect, the story was much more interesting.

The only thing that was similar to the last filming is that he was given another small role, but this time his character actually felt fleshed out (and appeared multiple times throughout the movie, AND was on the concept cover art!) But of course something came to ruin Mettaton's good mood. The filming had to be started right away, because time is money and the small studio was on a budget. No time for hangouts. Oh no... He tried to talk to Jake about his planned hangout with Papyrus, but there's nothing he could do, the schedule was tight. He did honestly apologised to the actor.

The first image that came to Mettaton's mind was Papyrus's sad, disappointed face as they'll have to cancel that hangout. W-well, he would understand, no? Mettaton... was a star after all... yeah, he- He'll understand that it's really important! Papyrus could wait.. a few weeks, r-right? J-just until there was a space in the schedule for him! ... Mettaton sure hoped so...

So, he slowly took his phone out and called Papyrus... 《- C'mon... pick up pick up pick up... ... Hi darling! H-how are you..? - OH HELLO, METTATON! ARE YOU READY FOR TOMORROW? asked the skeleton excitedly. Goddammit, it was hard for the words to come out. - ...About that... responded MTT, getting choked up. I don't.. I don't think we can hang tomorrow... - Oh... said Papyrus, lowering his voice. IT'S OKAY! WE CAN HANG THE DAY AFTER THEN! - N-no, honey, we can't hang tomorrow or the day after, or the day after that, or the day after that... i- ...I got a role for another movie and I have to stay for filming for a few weeks... is that okay?... Papyrus stayed silent for a little while, which was a lot more concerning than him outright saying that he was upset. Mettaton was starting to nervously walk in circles, while fidgeting with the hem of his suit. -... YEAH... YEAH I UNDERSTAND! I HOPE THIS MOVIE FILMING SESSION IS MORE PLEASANT THAN THE LAST! MTT was a bit startled by Papyrus's sudden, happy respond after being quiet for so long. - Sooo... you're not upset, that we can't hang tomorrow?.. - WELL... I AM, JUST A TINY BIT. BUT I KNOW YOU CARE ABOUT YOUR WORK, SO I'LL JUST WAIT UNTIL WE CAN! Papyrus was taking this a lot better than Mettaton feared. - O-okay then... I have to go! I'll call you when I get home! Love you, bye!》 And Mettaton quickly hung up. "Love you, bye"?????? What was wrong with him???? Why did he say that???? He could regret his actions later, for now, Jake was calling his name.

Chapter 4: Baking with... bestie?

(ooh boy, here comes the smoochies!!)

Papyrus said he understood that Mettaton had to put their hangout on hold, and he truly did, but... It was still a bit painful. That interaction reminded him that after all, Mettaton was an entrepreneur, with a rising career and that he had other things to do than hang out with a fan... He did say "I love you" but... what did he mean by that?

So the skeleton went in his room and lied down on his bed in silence.

He felt so many things at once, TOO many, his head was menacing to boil and implode from all of his thoughts, And yet, moving felt too disruptive, so he lied still, closed his eyes and let himself indulge in all those feeling.

In this dream-like state, Papyrus found in himself a strange, longing feeling he never felt before, it wasn't like missing a friend, or being homesick... he knew what THOSE felt like... WHAT WAS IT?? Not knowing what was going on in his head and his heart frustrated Papyrus deeply. So he turned to the person he trusted the most to vent to: his best friend.

When Papyrus called her, Undyne already had a hunch of what he wanted to talk about, and she immediately was proven right.

《- Hhmmm... sound like you got a BIG FAT CRUSH on this guy to me! - UNDYNE!! Wailed Papyrus, flustered and frustrated. THIS IS SERIOUS!! IS-IS IT REALLY WHAT ROMANTIC LOVE FEELS LIKE?? - Well, yeah, sorry Paps but based on what you told me, that does sounds like you like Mettaton. As more than a friend fuhuhu... - BU-BUT I'VE LOVED HIS MOVIES FROM WAY BACK, WHY AM I STARTING TO LIKE HIM NOW??? Undyne let out a chuckle,before responding. - Are you SURE you've only started to like Mettaton NOW? Cause you already were obsessed with him before even seeing him in person. - I KNOW!! said Papyrus, covering his bright periwinkle face with his hands. BUT NOW, I FEEL IT SO STRONGLY I JUST CAN'T IGNORE IT! BUT HE PROBABLY ALREADY HAS A TON OF FANS LINING UP TO BE HIS LOVER... - Eh, not as many as you think, actually... Apart from those two weird monster fangirls that follow him around, you're basically the only who actually showed romantic interest towards him. -... REALLY?.. - Hell yeah, man!! Not to mention that bag of bolts happens to have big, fat crush on YOU! - WAIT WHAT????? Shrieked Papyrus in surprise -... Okay first of, ow, my eardrums. Secondly, I'm serious! Alphys told me that Mettaton has the hots for you!》

Papyrus fell silent, his jaw agape. He couldn't help but feel like his heart was a about to blow up in his ribcage, but like... in a good way..? He was pretty sure Undyne could hear it beating violently through the phone. So... THAT's why Mettaton said "I love you"!!

The two friends chatted for a little bit more, said goodbye and now, Papyrus was alone in his room once again... Bur this time, he felt a bit different. There was still that longing feeling, but it felt more... certain.

He knew he would see Mettaton again, he just had to patient.

In the following weeks, The filming was going great and (much to Mettaton's relief) pretty quickly. However, when he was not acting, the anxiety of keeping his n°1 fan waiting crept on him, over and over again.

Said fan, meanwhile, used that time to prepare a small gift for Mettaton.

Of course, the two still kept in touch, talking on the phone every few days, after Mettaton's shift at the studio. There he told Papyrus about how his day went, and regularly asked him if it's was still okay to  wait for the end of the recording to go hang out. The skeleton had fully come to peace with waiting, and already told MTT so about fifty time, but he wasn't mad, it made him happy to see that his... friend? cared so much about how he was feeling.

And in those weeks, every time they talked together, they learned a bit more about eachother, their friends, their hobbies, their families... And without even noticing it, they started to say sweeter things to eachother, and Papyrus even started to call Mettaton "darling" back.

FINALLY! AFTER A MONTH OF FILMING. Mettaton FINALLY had an ENTIRE DAY, just to himself! Well... maybe the morning was just to himself but, in the afternoon... the two would finally hang out. Mettaton was feeling so nervous and excited at the same time. He spent the whole morning preparing himself and the ingredients for the hangout. Everything HAD to be PERFECT.

And at 5:00 PM, Papyrus arrived, and this time, he was wearing a different outfit, with a backwards baseball cap and buttoned shorts. "His fashion sense surely is something" thought Mettaton, absolutely smitten. He brought with him a bottle of wine -a brand a bit cheap for MTT's taste, but oh well, it's the thought that counts- and a little package carefully wrapped in red and yellow wrapping paper.

《-SO, METTATON WHAT HAVE YOU PLANNED FOR THIS LONG-AWAITED HANGOUT? - Well, my dear, since I know you like to cook, I thought we could try baking! And I found some great recipes on Toriel's baking blog! What do you say, darling? Papyrus's face lit up, in that way that always made Mettaton's heart flutter.》

The guest put down his gift and the wine bottle on the table next to the front door, and hurried to join MTT in his luxurious kitchen to start baking.

As soon as he showed up, Mettaton put on an happy, energetic playlist to make it even more fun.

They first made cookie dough, that needed to chill in the fridge for an hour, and then used that hour to make chocolate cupcakes, along with the vanilla and almond frosting to put on them. Then they decided to make another batch of cupcakes, orange blossom flavoured this time, with rose frosting, that baked at the same time as the dual colored cookies who's dough was done chilling.

Mettaton knew that baking would be a great bonding activity, and he was right: Papyrus was having the time of his life scooping, mixing, shaping and dancing while the ingredients baked. After two hours of intense baking, they ended up with two large platters of cupcakes and three whole trays of chocolate and butterscotch marbled cookies.

《- WOWIE, THAT WAS AMAZING, METTATON! I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE WHAT YOU PLANNED NEXT! - Well I took a page from you book, Papyrus. I hope you brought your bunny onesie~ said Mettaton with a sly smile.》

They took the platters and trays to the living room... and Papyrus gasped in excitement: The large, fancy sofas were made into nests of soft blankets and big fluffy pillows, a soft fire was purring in the heart-shaped fireplace, and MTT's extra large flat screen was opened to a movie streaming site.

As expected, Papyrus was shaking his hands quickly and happily stomping in place, while trying to conceal his screams of joy, which still came out as a high-pitched squeal. G o d  that dork was adorable.

They put down the platters and trays, and Papyrus took off his baseball cap to reveal... his bunny onesie! How????

"This time, you choose the movie, honey." said Mettaton as he left the room to get the bottle of wine and the small gift that the skeleton brought.

When he was about the enter the living room, he saw Papyrus just... casually changing in his bunny onesie. Like just getting half naked before putting on the onesie. IN THE MIDDLE OF THE LIVING ROOM. Mettaton quickly hid behind the door, already bright pink. Phew, Papyrus didn't see him. ... He knew it was very bad to do that, but... he couldn't help sneaking a peek at the skeleton, who was still oblivious. Strangely, he didn't appear to have any musculature, despite his clothes stretching over his pectorals when dressed. Wait... there actually WAS something there... BARELY visible, like made of an extremely clear glass... he did have muscles, bending and stretching as he was removing his clothes.

They were just almost invisible.

However, now that the only piece of clothing left on him was his underwear -formfitting briefs- Mettaton came to a realisation: Damn. That was a nice ass.

Once Papyrus closed the final button on his onesie, MTT finally came out from behind the door, acting as if he didn't just watched him change. Cookies, cupcakes, wine, movies and lots of pillows and blankets... the only thing left for Mettaton to do was change into his own onesie and join that handsome man waiting for him on the sofa.

One quick trip to his bedroom to change, and he was back, sitting right next to Papyrus on the sofa, in a pink fox onesie.

The movies available were alright, but they were a bit boring... oh well, that just mean that they could focus on devouring the baked goods, and they did just that. After so much work, it was so good to finally get to eat those cupcakes, which tasted surprisingly delicious, considering it was their first time making those.

The two of them ended up not paying any attention to the movie playing in the background, and instead talked about everything and anything, while munching on pastries and sipping wine.

《-OH, BEFORE I FORGET! exclaimed Papyrus. I MADE THIS FOR YOU! He fetched the little gift he brought and sat back down close to Mettaton. -Ooooh, I wonder what it is~ he said playfully. MTT carefully opened the red and yellow paper, trying to not rip it. And inside the little box was... a crocheted plushie of himself, in his box form, with his EX form legs. Dear fucking god. He didn't think he could be so DOWN BAD for this silly skeleton, but he was proven VERY WRONG. - OH MY, SUCH A INTENSE EXPRESSION! I'M REALLY GLAD YOU LIKE IT, I SPENT A LOT OF TIME ON IT! Added Papyrus with a big smile. - Darling I don't like it, I LOVE IT! You made this?? - CORRECT! I TAUGHT MYSELF CROCHET JUST TO MAKE THIS FOR YOU!》 Mettaton was speechless, he just looked down at the little toy version of himself and smiled. Then he looked back up at Papyrus, his cheeks getting pink again. The skeleton was looking back at Mettaton, his face getting a deeper periwinkle by the minute.

A burning question was waiting to be asked, by either one of them... Finally, Papyrus spoke up: 《- M-METTATON... W-WHAT ARE WE? ARE WE REALLY JUST AN IDOL AND A FAN ANYMORE? - W-Well... replied Mettaton, flustered. - UNDYNE TOLD ME YOU... YOU...LIKED ME. IS IT TRUE? - Whu-WHAT?? UMM- ...M-maybeee... yes?..》 Papyrus didn't respond, but his face was speaking for him: his eyes lit up and a wide grin spread across his face.

And before Mettaton knew it, Papyrus kissed him. ...he was sure skeletons didn't have lips, and Papyrus didn't to seem have those, but, somehow... he could feel it: thin, soft lips pressed against his. His confusion was quickly replaced by bliss as he realised what was happening, and he wrapped his arms around Papyrus as their kiss was getting more intense.

Weeks of pent-up love, that they feared the other didn't feel, was suddenly unleashed in a single kiss, which rapidly turned into fully making out. (again, Papyrus apparently had a tongue that was not visible, but OH BOY DID METTATON FEEL IT-) They were pressing their bodies together so passionately that they eventually fell over on the sofa, Papyrus on his back and Mettaton on top of him.

They took a quick break from exchanging their salivas to look at eachother: both of them were panting hard, their faces blushing furiously, and, now that he could see it out of his mouth, Mettaton noticed that Papyrus's tongue was actually pretty long... ending about 2 or 3 inches below his chin. Huh. Good to know. With big grins on their faces, they kissed again, and this time, Mettaton started to undo the buttons on his lover's onesie.

Papyrus noticed but didn't stop him.

Chapter 5: All those new sensations...

(OH BOY, HERE COMES THE SMUT-)

Papyrus was unsure what was happening but he loved it: Mettaton's gentle touch caressing him like that, the feeling of their tongues coiling together, one of Mettaton's knees pressing against his crotch... All of this made his body so deliciously warm, in a way he never knew about...

But still, all of this was brand new. Too new. He pulled back his head, breaking the kiss. 《- H-HEY METTATON! - Oh, do you not want to...? Asked MTT, his hands freezing in place. - NO! UH I MEAN YES?? I MEAN... DO- DON'T YOU THINK WE'RE RUSHING A BIT? - oh uhh... right, you're right. Do you wanna stop?

"NO!! PLEASE! I WANT MORE!" screamed Papyrus's conscience. But it wasn't very wise to continue without knowing what he was getting into.

- Y-YES... he finally said. And Mettaton slowly backed away, letting Papyrus sit up.

They were both ruffled, sweaty, and still blushing.

An short awkward silence set in... before Papyrus spoke up: - I'M SORRY... - No, no it's okay darling! I'M sorry that I was rushing things... - WELL... I STILL HAD A GOOD TIME... AND... he continued to speak through small chuckles. I GUESS WE NOW KNOW HOW WE FEEL ABOUT EACHOTHER, HUH? Mettaton giggled in turn. - I guess we do, dear.》

The two of them got close and shared another, much simpler kiss.

After cleaning up the cookies crumbs, and the platters and trays, it was now time for Papyrus to go home. Mettaton walked him to his car, holding his hand, and, right before the skeleton drove off, he gave him a final kiss on the cheekbone.

Once back home, Papyrus immediately went to his room, since Sans wasn't home -he was at work at Grillby's, or more accurately, slacking off at Grillby's- and he had two hours to himself. Alone, in his room. Many thoughts rushed through his head, as every time he spent time with Mettaton.

That warm sensation in his body was still lingering a bit... and he tried something...

In his bed, he took off all his clothes off, apart from his briefs and shirt, and he started to gently caress his body, trying to recreate Mettaton's touch. He closed his eyes, and imagined that his hands were MTT's, of course it wasn't easy because his hands were broader and stronger than the robot's, but it was working... His whole body shivered in pleasure, and, low in his guts, a delightful heat was growing, along with something else...

He started to touch himself lower, and lower, as he felt his briefs becoming tighter around his crotch. He opened his eyes and saw a bulge growing in his underwear. Not knowing what to do, he simply pulled down his briefs, freeing his hardening cock. "HUH. THAT'S NEW." he thought.

It felt so... warm, and fuzzy... and he instinctively touched the hot surface of his now fully erect penis, which turned out to be much more sensitive than he thought.

He closed his eyes again and gently caressed his lower belly and cock, still picturing his hands as Mettaton's. Just that small action sent a new wave of pleasure through his body, and he continued to rub himself like that for a little while, before concluding it wasn't enough, he wanted.... he NEEDED more...

So he explored lower, under his dick, that he was already stroking faster. First, he felt his balls, and while he was fondling them, he felt something even LOWER... soft, moist folds, along with a small, sensitive nub. Curious, he slid a finger between the folds, and another one... and he started to move his fingers inside of himself, sending a shiver up his spine. The heat around his whole pelvis was getting overwhelming, but he still continued, now frantically stroking his cock, that had beads of clear orange fluid pearling at the tip, and fingering his now wet pussy. He was... so... CLOSE... Huffing and whimpering in a euphoric haze, his heart pounding, he lied on his side, arching his back and putting a third finger to the task of pleasuring his cunt... And...AND...... His whole body tensed up, and jets after jets of orange cum shot out of his dick, spreading a satisfying heat in all of his abdomen. It took a few seconds for him to finish cumming...

He wanted to do it again, he was ready to, but he noticed the mess he had just made in his bed: his sheets, his briefs, and the lower half of his shirt was stained in orange, and he spent almost half an hour exploring his body... so, it was enough for today.

He grabbed tissues and cleaned up his sheets best he could, before taking a shower. In the bathroom, he noticed something curious about his anatomy: at the base of his half-erect cock, there was a swollen knot, that was starting to calm down as his dick was softening. Afterwards, when his penis fully softened, and retracted into it's sheath, he changed into clean clothes.

And now, he was back in his room.

Still no Sans in sight... and Papyrus didn't feel like watching a movie alone...

So, he instead went on the Internet to try and get answers: "CAN YOU TELL ME WHY IS MY BODY SO WARM AROUND MY ROMANTIC CRUSH PLEASE? THANK YOU." He typed in the search bar. Sexual attraction? He looked up what that was in another tab... Oh, that makes so much sense now! And he quickly ended up in a rabbit hole of Internet searches...

By the time Sans came home, Papyrus had learned so much about his body and what was happening to it, and yet, there was still so much to understand. However, being a skeleton, maybe some things were different, concerning how his body worked compared to a human's.

The only other skeleton he knew (besides himself) was his brother, so he talked to Sans before planning dinner: 《- SANS, I HAVE SOMETHING TO ASK YOU. - yea? what's up, Paps? He replied, taking a swig of the beer he was drinking. - WHAT IS SEX? His brother spat out his beer. -... you wanna run that by me again, bud..? - W-WELL, AS I TOLD YOU THIS MORNING, I PLANNED TO HANG OUT WITH METTATON, AND I DID! I HAD A WONDERFUL TIME! BUT TURNS OUT... HE WAS DEEPLY ENAMOURED OF ME, WHICH ISN'T REALLY A SURPRISE. HOWEVER, I MIGHT... ALSO LIKE HIM... LIKE THAT. - uh-huh... said Sans, a bit cautious. Go on... - AND OUR HANGOUT TURNED OUT TO BE A DATE! AND WE WATCHED MOVIES, AND WHEN I GAVE HIM THE PLUSHIE I MADE FOR HIM, THINGS GOT...UMM... A BIT PASSIONATE. continued Papyrus, starting to blush again. WE KISSED, VERY HARD... AND HE ENDED ON TOP OF ME... AND TOUCHED ME IN WAYS I NEVER FELT BEFORE. - he  did  what. Said Sans, the lights gone from his eyes. - H-HE JUST CARESSED MY CHEST AND AND ARMS, SANS! added Papyrus. BUT SINCE I DIDN'T KNOW WHERE THAT WAS GOING I ASKED HIM IF WE COULD STOP. AND WE STOPPED. - oh. Said the older skeleton, his pupils reappearing. -... SO WHEN I GOT HOME, I... UHH... AHEM... EXPLORED MY OWN BODY.... Sans looked uncomfortable hearing that. - Paps, I don't think you should be telling me about this kind of stuff. - BUT IT'S IMPORTANT, SANS! AFTERWARD I LOOKED AROUND ON THE INTERNET ABOUT THAT KIND OF STUFF, BUT THERE'S SO MUCH TO LEARN! AND I DON'T KNOW IF IT APPLIES TO SKELETONS, SO I'LL ASK AGAIN: WHAT IS SEX?》 Sans looked at Papyrus with a grimace of discomfort, before very awkwardly explaining the basics of sex, as if Papyrus was a four-year-old child instead of a grown-ass man.

A few, painful minutes later, Sans thanked whatever gods did exist that Papyrus's phone started to ring.

It was Mettaton calling him. Papyrus immediately answered: 《- HELLO, METTATON! he said, beaming, despite knowing he couldn't see him. - Hello, darling! Sorry about earlier... I really was rushing things... I guess we'll stick to kissing and cuddles for now, hehe~ - IT'S OKAY HONEY! HEY, SANS IS NEXT TO ME, WOULD YOU LIKE TO SAY HI? Despite Mettaton making a weird noise, like a disapproving grunt, the skeleton already passed the phone to his brother (who was trying to sneak away). - heeeeeeeey....mettaton.. said Sans while putting the phone up to his nonexistent ear. The robot let out a small sigh before answering. - Hello, Sans. -..... you're not still upset about the airhorn thing, are ya..? -...Take a wild guess.》 Sans laughed nervously.

#papyton #papyton fluff #papyton fanfic #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #fluff #smut #undertale fluff #undertale smut #read on ao3 #papyrus x mettaton #papyrus x mettaton fanfic #rushing things

[sweetescapeartist]

Watched MasakoX's recent video about Goten & Trunks. I find it comical that he claims Toyotaro (the guy who constantly mischaracterizes everyone) is developing the character & personalities of Goten & Trunks.

And he also claimed that Goten & Trunks from the Buu Saga swapped personalities in a way at the End of Z... No they did not. Trunks chilled out as he got older & Goten seemed to be more of himself without always following Trunks. But we didn't see much of them so there isnt much to go off of. MasakoX also said that Toyotaro is probably writing Goten & Trunks the way they are in the recent manga chapters in order to make Toroyama look somewhat competent... What?

Why do ppl call Toriyama incompetent when he was responsible for the last 2 DBS movies? Toriyama only begsn to forget a lot when he was burned out from DB and needed a long break. Broly & Super Hero were not made by an incompetent man. So why do ppl praise Toriyama at one moment then insult him the next? Why do they talk as if Toyotaro is some sort of genius and better writer than Toriyama when Toyo has revealed how little he understands the characters, lore, & series? If you think Toyotaro's writing is better than an "incompetent" Toriyama, then you don't knkw Dragon Ball. Or if you say so, you're just trying to appeal to DBS manga fans.

People like this & others are the ones who are influential in the DB community. Not saying I dislike MasakoX. Because I like his color theory videos & some others that he doesn't do anymore. Instead he mostly does what if stories that are inspired of DBZA more than DB. His perception of characters seems to be skewed from making what if stories where he uses DBZA personalities for the DB characters. So much so that its to the point that he views things that are out of character as in character.

I just dont get why most of the popular DB folks in the community are somewhat or very delusional. Like the ones who claim the humans are weak and every single Saiyan is stronger. Yeah because Bardock and the entire race of Saiyans were effortlessly wipes out by 1st form Freeza, someone Chaozu is on par with. Meaning, Chaozu one shots 99% of all Saiyans with ease. But unreasonable ppl wont accept that and they will push lies that impressionable fans take as truth.

Idk why I watch DB Tubers every now and again. I guess its to see if they progress in a positive way and if they grow. Most haven't. Like how ppl claim Piccolo is black for the dumbest reasons. Krillin is more black than Piccolo and he's Asian. (And I dont need a character to be black in order for me to like them. I'm black and I relate with Krillin more than any other DB character. If Krillin was black, I'd relate with him more tho.) This is also like how fans think Saiyans are white. They aren't. They are Asiatic aliens that turn into giant monkeys. Just because they are blonde does.not make them white. The blonde hair is inspired of how that was a delinquent look in Japan back in the day. Saiyans arent black either simply cause Freeza called them monkeys. They are literal monkeys and Freeza calling them.that is a reference to how Sun Wukong is often called "monkey." Ppl call us monkeys because they are stupid & racist. Freeza called Saiyans monkeys because they literally are and would transform into Oozaru. And Oozaru literally means "Great Monkey." You can relate to these character due to their personalities. Nobody can relate to Saiyans or Namekians based off of race. THEY ARE ALIENS! WE ARE HUMANS!

I'm done... enough ranting... See these characters for what they are. Not what you want them to be. If you do that then 9/10 times, you don't truly like the characters that you claim you like. If you have to drastically change their stories or whatever, you are in love with your ideal version of them & dont love who the character actually is.

#DB fandom #DB fandumb #DB #DBZ #DBS #Toriyama #Toyotaro #YouTubers

[heyitssashag]

I know I mentioned I’ll be updating this blog only on Sundays and Thursdays but that doesn’t work for me anymore so nevermind. lol. I did that mostly to curb my scrolling and either stop wasting time or fall into reading doom and gloom posts. I just put a timer on, now. Problem solved.

Speaking of doom and gloom, I met with not one but 2 psychiatrists for a consult. I guess I’m extra nuts to have 2 in the room with me. lol. They’ll be putting together a report for another psychiatrist that I see at the cancer agency (as well as my family doctor) with some recommendations. I hope to actually get case management with Mental Health, too. They told me I fit the “criteria” which means I’m crazy enough, I guess. Hopefully, I’ll have a professional supporting me on a regular basis. This will likely take another few months because everything in our health care system moves at a snails pace. It would be nice to have someone to speak to on those extra doom and gloom days - especially with fall/winter coming. Everything hits harder in the darker months.

After my shrink appointment, I went into a local bookstore and found little Andy Warhol.

I love him. He was a pretty eccentric, fascinating person. The Vancouver Art Gallery has had a few exhibits of his art over the years which I always went to see (sometimes multiple times). I’m not into the Campbell Soup cans but I do love a lot of his other pop art. The interesting thing is I wouldn’t actually have his art on my walls at home. I prefer something softer like Monet (whose exhibit I’ve also seen). Anyway, I loved the doll when I saw it and needed to take him home.

Today, the kid and I saw the Barbie movie at our little, local theatre. We got there early and we sat in the back again so I was able to have a little more leg room and not have people breathing on me from behind. As for the movie, I wasn’t expecting much going in but was pleasantly surprised with its entertainment value. I wasn’t bored or looking at my watch half way through which is usually a good indicator that a movie isn’t terrible. It was a bit ridiculous in some spots but also funny and clever. I figured the movie is geared more for a female audience but there were some men in the theatre that were laughing pretty hard, too.

The kid and I had fun. We also had a nice lunch out before the movie, too.

When I got home, I had my first “Flower Letter” waiting for me in the mailbox. I never get sucked into Instagram advertising but this kept showing up and it piqued my curiosity. Basically, it’s a story written in letters set in England in the 1800’s. I also got some postcards. I love getting things in the mail (other than bills) and thought it would be a fun read. Okay, I’m really sounding old, now. Hey, it’s cheap entertainment. lol.

Anyway, I’m on chapter 17 of The Great Alone By Kristin Hannah. It’s good but I’m finding it a tough read with the domestic abuse sections. It’s for the book club so I’m forcing myself through it. It’s about a small family: husband who is a Vietnam vet with serious PTSD, wife and their teenage daughter who inherit a plot of land with a rundown house (with no electricity or plumbing) in Alaska. So the husband thinks it’s a great idea to go up there to “start fresh”. With the long, hard winters, it’s proven to be very challenging. I’m hoping to finish it before the weekend. I’ve got a few other books I want to get through before starting September’s book club book.

So that’s my plan for this evening - reading my book and drinking my peppermint tea. ☺️

#there’s a possibility I may start a different book instead though #I feel nauseas from all the popcorn #I never get popcorn but figured hey why not #never again #blogging on my blog

[spaceradars]

i was tagged by @reignoerme ;)

Rules

post the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous.

send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you, and i'll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it.

okay, let's go:

-"My Novel": (That Shall Remain Nameless)

-"script now turned to novel": that's literally the name of a screenplay i started writing and then realized i wanted to expand much more, so i turned into a novel (sorts of. i truly need to finish writing it but it's almost done, just lacks more stuff before the ending)

-"medieval story": my next big thing. i wrote a lot of it these past few weeks. i guess the title says enough.

-"musician in crisis": my beloved writing about a bassplayer that one day will get its proper ending (i'm also getting there but i need it to be perfect)

-"cars": my f1 project that has been on my mind ever since 2018 yet only last july i decided to write. it's going great tbh

-"that idea about detectives": i tried to write a mystery story. idk how well it went.

-"full island story": a story about a bunch of kids living on an island. stuff happens. need to write the twist tho

-"story about the cool family": again, a bunch of kids. it's been on my drafts ever since i was seventeen

-"cool story with cool characters with cool names": i wrote this in high school. every character was named after a musician i liked (i was in my patd phase so the main guy was named ryan after ryan ross. there's no way this will ever be completed anyway).

-"full island story part 2": never finished part 1. never finished part 2 either.

-"cool story set in the same world as My Novel": it has like one chapter and zero plot.

-"boxing": a story about a boxer. literally. i've never watched a boxing match that wasn't from the rocky movies in my life.

-"f1": my f1 story but an early draft. i changed basically everything about it when it became "cars".

-"italian project 1": i wanted to write a novel set in italy and write stuff in italian because i wasn't using any of the italian i had learned for over twelve years. needless to say it didn't progress so i'm still not using the italian.

-"new music story": again, a story about a musician. the most y/n thing i've ever written. i was fifteen.

-"new story about kids with special powers blah blah": it's like if you mixed xmen and fantasy stuff. i wrote like six chapters and got lazy.

-"weird futuristic story": my first draft for my novel. it got up to a point i ran out of ideas and just left it there

here you go! i'm tagging anyone who wants to do this <3

#this was fun ajsdklskdjfgfkdls #all of my wips are novel attempts even if they say “story” lmao #sofi answers #tagged in

[bedlamsbard]

600 words written today.  I’m at Exhausted today -- last day of classes for campus #1, but campus #2 still has another week and I have to have the exam written by Friday, plus a quiz and an extra credit assignment and a practice exam, and also do all of this grading.  Just feeling very SCREAM right now, in between bouts of some kind of frustrating “hyperfocus on fandom thing” frenzy, which would be great if it was, like, WRITING instead of scrolling through other people’s posts.  But it does mean I stop screaming in my head for an hour or two.  Trying to watch Spider-Man: Homecoming, which is a movie I find immensely frustrating.

Snippet from The Horizon Line chapter 5.

Natasha wiped blood off her face, scowled at her hand, and went to go retrieve her bites, phone, and earpiece.  As Steve had predicted, they were all dead. “What the hell was that thing, anyway?”

Steve looked down at it fondly. “Howard made it when we were putting the Howlies together.  He was always trying to get me to use a shield with a little more punch than just me punching, so he kept upgrading his prototypes. Dernier and Morita took a couple of them out a few times, but the problem with prototypes…”

“Yep, been there,” Bruce said.

“Anyway, this one was fitted with electrical relays.  Howard did get it to stop electrocuting anyone on this side of it, but never fixed the problem where it blew out all our kit too.  When you need a radio, you kind of need a radio, and you don’t want it to blow up just because the other guys’ does too.  I’m just glad it still had some kick, but Howard never did screw around with that sort of thing.”

“You owe me a new pair of bites,” Natasha said.

“I thought you had like ten pairs,” Steve said, amused.

“That’s not the point.” She looked down at the shield again. “When we arrest Justin Hammer, please remind me to tell him that his tech got its ass kicked by Stark tech from the 1940s.”

#daily fic snippet #roleswap endgame au concept

[helfireclub]

Dancing with the Devil { Eddie Munson x OC } Part 3

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7| Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 (18+) | Chapter 11

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7| Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 (18+) | Chapter 11 

My Story has 66 Chapters, so i’ve decided to put a few smaller story’s in one part.

So have 3,4 and 5 ♥

Chapter 3: School.

 Steve had dumped us out of his car and rode off.

Lilly looked up to the school with a small frown on her face.

 ‘What?’ Robin said standing a step in front of her.

‘For some reason I thought it would be smaller.’ Lilly said while shrugging her shoulders.

 ‘Its already really small.’ Robin said while walking forward.

‘Here I’ll show you the office for you class schedule.’ She said while grabbing Lilly’s arm.

 A smile appeared on Lilly’s face.

She couldn’t thank Steve enough. He brought her to school so she wouldn’t get lost, and even showed her someone her age, who is nice enough to show her around.

 At the office Lilly waited for someone to give her her class schedule.

But before she got it, Robin grabbed it away from her.

And she was off to the hallway.

 ‘Thankyou.’ Lilly said with a smile to the woman behind the desk.

‘Do I need to know anything else?’ Lilly asked.

 ‘Well we would like to know if you join any clubs.

So we add it to your yearbook, you’re graduating this year am I right?’ The woman asked Lilly while looking in her old file.

 ‘I sure hope I am.’ Lilly said.

‘I will thankyou miss.’ Lilly said before walking towards the hallway looking for Robin.

She was sitting against a locker.

 ‘Okay so.’ Robin started.

Lilly was walking over to her, when she bumped into someone.

 ‘Oh sorry my bad.’ Lilly said while looking up.

It was a blonde guy.

He was looking her dead in the eye and rolled his eyes.

 ‘Yeah whatever.’ He said while walking away with a blonde cheerleader.

Lilly walked over to Robin and slid down next to her.

 ‘Who’s that?’ Lilly asked.

‘Oh that’s Jason Carver don’t mind him, we don’t hang out with him.’ Robin said her eyes not leaving the piece of paper of the class schedule.

 ‘He’s acting all though tho.’ Lilly said her eyes still watching the blonde guy walk away.

‘Yeah he’s the basketball captain, thinks he’s all high and mighty.’ Robin said.

 ‘So anyway, you have like most classes with me.’ Robin said excited.

‘Only Chemistry and English are the classes you’re without me.’ Robin said while giving Lilly back her paper.

 ‘Okay so where do we need to go then?’ Lilly said while standing up.

‘I also need to find my locker. These books are way to heavy to carry all day.’

 ‘Oh yes of course ! ‘ Robin said and jumped up.

‘Let’s see what kind of number you got.’ Robin said and before Lilly could look at the paper Robin had it again.

 ‘Oh that’s almost around here.’ Robin said and she was gone.

Lilly let out a small chuckle she liked Robin she was fast and loud but she actually kinda liked that.

She followed Robin towards her locker and it was actually pretty on the left side of the school almost at the door.

Lily didn’t mind that at all, she could be out in a flash if she wanted to go home.

 ‘Mine is pretty close by’ Robin said.

 *lunchtime*

 ‘Jesus christ Robin, school is still as fucked as back in Indianapolis.’ Lily sighed while sitting down with her.

Robin agreed with her and they were talking about movies and the store both her and Steve worked at.

She found out Robin loved Star Wars just as she did.

And that Robin was a great Queen fan. So Lilly couldn’t help but agree with that.

‘Okay but you have the next class without me its English.’ Robin said once again looking at Lilly’s schedule. She was eating an apple.

 ‘Hmmm. Do you know anyone who has English next hour?’ Lilly asked her while putting the house of the apple on her lunch tray.

 ‘No not really..’ Robin said as she stood up to bring her tray away.

‘I have band practice this hour, so most of us usually have English together.’ Robin admitted.

 ‘That’s all right, I’m already happy you got me through this day.’ Lilly said with a smile.

She searched for her Walkman.

When she found it and put the headphones around her neck. She looked at Robin who was waiting on her.

 ‘Do you mind taking me to  the class, I’m not sure where to find it.’ Lilly admitted a bit embarrassed.

‘That’s fine, you’ve only been here for like half a day.’ Robin said and took her arm and walked her up to the hallway.

 ‘I need to go the other way, but the fourth door on your left with the stupid apple sticker on the window, that’s where you need to be!’ Robin said smiling to Lilly.

 ‘Thanks Robin, I appreciate it ! ‘ Lilly said smiling putting her Walkman on her head and the *immigrant song by led zeppelin started playing.*

 Lilly walked into the class and saw almost everyone sitting already she took her headphones off and walked towards the teacher.

 Her name was Ms O’Donnell.

‘Hi miss, I’m Lilly Johnson I’m supposed to be new at your class today, I moved her from Indianapolis.’ Lilly said with a soft smile towards the teacher.

 ‘Oh dear that’s fine. Go sit there in the back there’s one seat left.’ Ms O’Donnell told Lilly.

Lilly nodded and made her way to the back of the class.

She put her bag down and put her Walkman on the desk.

 And she put her vest on the back of the chair and sat down.

She threw her hair over her shoulder and wanted to introduce herself to the person next to her.

 But the person next to her was already putting on headphones of a Walkman.

‘Well that’s a nope.’ Lilly told herself.

She took a deep breath. She needed to be happy that she had most classes with Robin.

There were just two where she needed to be on her own, she could do that.

 When suddenly she felt a tap on her arm.

She looked to the side seeing someone staring at her.

 Lilly sat straight up to the back of her chair.

‘H..hi.’ Lilly said to him.

 It was a tall dude clearly a bit older than her.

Long dark brown curls. He was looking a bit like Slash from Guns n Roses.

Which made her interested but just a little.

 ‘Hi.’ He said back, he opened her Walkman and took out the cassette.

‘Hey.’ Lilly said as she wanted to grab it from him.

 But he was faster looking at the cassette.

‘Interesting.’ He said when he finally looked away from the cassette and towards Lilly.

 ‘Led Zeppelin, a English Rock band founded in … ‘ He looked back to the cassette for a split second and back to Lilly hoping for the right answer.

 ‘1968 by their guitarist Jimmy page.’ Lilly answered in a second looking at him.

 The guy looked at Lilly and his serious face turned into a hellish smile.

‘Can I have my cassette back?’ Lilly said holding out her hand.

 He almost gave back the cassette before gripping it again and instead took Lilly’s hand and shook it.

 ‘The names Eddie.

Eddie Munson.’ Eddie said with the same hellish smile.

 A small grin appeared on Lilly’s face.

‘Lilly Johnson.’ She said looking up to him.

 ‘Lilly .. ‘ he said while giving back the cassette.

 ‘Mr. Munson.

Are you done introducing yourself to Ms Johnson.’ Mrs O’Donnell asked.

 To which Eddie rolled her eyes.

‘Yes I was actually.’ He said and opened his book.

 ‘Well good read Chapter 6 out loud please.

It’s where we left off.’ Mrs O’Donnell said.

 He let out a big sigh but did what she said and the boy with the dark brown curls started reading the chapter.

 When Mrs O’Donnell was explain their homework.

She felt something poke in her arm.

Lilly looked up to her side.

Seeing it was Eddie sliding a piece of paper towards her.

 She rolled her eyes but did take the paper.

When everyone was working on their homework Lilly opened the paper.

And it read.

 ‘Lilly, can I assume that’s short for Lillith?’

 A smile appeared on Lilly’s face and she wrote back.

‘Sadly.. its Elizabeth.

But Lilith is 10 times better.’ Lilly wrote back and shoved it back to Eddie.

 The bell rang and Lilly stood up gathering her boos and putting it back in her backpack.

She saw Eddie stand up to, grabbing his vest of the chair and throwing it on.

The back of his vest had a really large Dio patch covering his whole back.

 Lilly was a little impressed by it. she took her vest of the seat and throwing her hair of her shoulder.

 ‘Favorite song?’ Eddie suddenly said leaning against the door of the now empty classroom.

 ‘Off all time? Or Led Zeppelin?’ Lilly said while putting on her vest and throwing her hair out of the back of it.

 ‘Well both, but I meant Metallica.’ Eddie said.

 Lilly nodded.

‘Damn you really don’t want to know me do you?’ Lilly said sarcastically

She threw her backpack on and walked to the door.

 Lilly looked him in the eye.

 ‘Hotel California, Immigrant song and Master op Puppets.’ Lilly said easily.

 ‘Write yours for the next lesson I might have some notes on that.’ Lilly said before walking away.

Chapter 4: Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson

 Finally the last bell sounded.

Lilly got her backpack and slung it over her shoulder.

She walked to her locker and put some books she didn’t need away.

Lilly closed her locker and behind it was Robin.

 ‘You wanna go home together?’ Robin asked smiling.

‘Thank god please.’ Lilly said.

 ‘I’m not even sure which way to go.’ Lilly said putting her hair up in a high ponytail.

 ‘That’s fine I’ll guide you around Hawkins.’ Robin said with a smirk and she walked out of the school.

Lilly was walking next to Robin as Robin was rattling about her day.

 Lilly was looking around seeing everyone going home in cars or hopping on the schoolbus.

When she saw Eddie walking with a few guys almost dressed exactly the same.

They were all walking up to the parking lot.

 ‘Lils?’ Robin suddenly interrupted.

 ‘Huh? What’s up?’ Lilly answered shaking her head.

 ‘I was asking how the English class was.’ Robin said as they were walking.

‘Made some new friends?’

 ‘Hmmm.’ Lilly shrugged.

‘It was fine just some guy next to me almost stealing my Walkman but just checking out my music.’ Lilly said.

 ‘It was a bit weird, but he was cool.’ Lilly said.

And when they reached the exit of the parking lot a big black van drove by.

Lilly held her arm out for Robin so they wouldn’t get hit.

But the van stopped and the window rolled down.

 Overkill by Motorhead was blasting out of the speakers.

And Eddie Munson’s head popped out of the window.

 ‘Sorry I just missed ya Lillith.’ Eddie said playing with his words.

Lilly raised her eyebrow.

 ‘Get the fuck out of her with your Motorhead.’ Lilly said crossing her arms a small smile appearing on her face.

 When they heard a car claxon behind them.

‘Come on Lils, It’s Steve.’ Robin said pulling her away from the van.

Lilly let Robin drag her away, but she let out a small smirk to Eddie before turning her face.

‘Are you okay?’ Steve said when both of them jumped in the car.

 ‘Yeah why?’ Lilly asked when she put her backpack on the floor and put on her seatbelt.

Robin did the same and sat on the backseat in the middle scooting a little forward so she could listen in to the conversation a little more.

 ‘You almost got hit by Eddie ‘ the freak’ Munson.’ Steve said while pooling away.

‘The freak?’ Lilly said while raising an eyebrow and sitting back.

 ‘I’m sitting next to him in English.’ Lilly said while putting on her sunglasses.

 Both Robin and Steve shared a look through the rearview mirror.

 ‘You need to watch out with him.’ Steve said while driving.

Lilly turned her head towards Steve.

 ‘And why’s that, because he likes metal and rock music and dresses like that?

I mean then look around in my closet.

Maybe I’m Lilly ‘the freak’ Johnson.’ Lilly said using her fingers to pin point the freak.

 Steve turned to look at Lilly for a second.

‘Well you have a good point, that’s not it.’ Steve said making a sharp turn to the left.

 ‘He sells drugs Lil.’ Steve said.

‘And he’s friends with lots of those type of figures.’ Robin added.

 ‘Oh…’ Lilly said directly feeling ashamed for her sudden outburst she had been her for like three days, and didn’t even know Steve or Robin that well and she already had an opinion about how they thought about other people.

 ‘That’s fine Lils, you couldn’t know that.’ Robin said smiling to her.

To which Lilly smiled back to her.

 ‘Just don’t buy drugs from him, dad hates drugs or anything to do with it.’ Steve added to the conversation.

 ‘Okay sounds fair.’ Lilly said before sitting back in the car seat.

 ‘Do you guys wanna go drink something ?’ Lilly asked.

‘Or don’t you have a mall here in Hawkins?’ Lilly said jokingly.

 To which Robin and Steve looked at each other.

‘It kinda burned down.’ Steve said

 ‘We worked at the ice cream shop there.’ Robins said.

‘Shit got burned to pieces.’ Steve added.

 ‘Oh well that sucks, and there’s no other place to go get a drink?’ Lilly said.

‘Damn it’s really boring here isn’t it?’ Lilly added with a smirk.

 ‘We have the arcade tho.’ Robin said brining it up.

‘Omg ! we could go there’ Lilly said.

 ‘I loooove arcades.’ She added.

To which Steve rolled his eyes.

 ‘Okay okay okay! We’re going.’ He said as he turned around the car and drove towards the arcade.

   Chapter 5: The Arcade.

 ‘Its been a while since I’ve been in an arcade !’ Lilly said smiling while stepping out of Steve’s car.

She was walking with the both of them towards the entrance of the arcade.

And Lilly and Robin sat down at a booth while Steve got them all drinks.

 Lilly was sitting in the booth looking around, before finally settling down next to Robin.

‘So…’ Lilly started.

‘You and Steve a thing?’ she said while looking at Steve back while he was waiting for the drinks.

 Robin almost chocked on her spit.

‘Excuse me?’ Robin said still trying to catch her breath.

 ‘Well I don’t know ! ‘ Lilly said

‘You hang out all the time, work together and brings and picks you up from school.’ Lilly said.

 ‘Yeah, we’re best friends.’ Robin said.

‘Nothing more.’

 ‘Okay okay’ Lilly said raising her hands up.

She saw Steve coming back to the table with a few drinks.

 He scooted in the booth next to Lilly and the three of them picked up a drink.

Lilly was talking about her life in Indianapolis and that she was grateful they were so nice to her, and show her around.

 When the door of the arcade opened and a few teens came in.

‘Ooh Steve your children are here’ Robin said trying to hold in her laugh.

 Steve looked at Robin over the table and almost kicked her.

 ‘Steve! How come you didn’t tell me you were here?’ A curly haired teen asked him.

The teen scooted next to him on the bench and even took his drink.

Taking a sip.

 ‘Hey hey Hey!’ Steve said while grabbing the drink from him.

To which the boy raised his hands.

 ‘Hey Steve.’ The others said while walking over to their table.

 ‘How old are these kids?’ Lilly scooted closer to Robin to ask her.

‘These kids.’ Robin said out loud.

 ‘Are Steve’s friends , and kinda mine?’ Robin said with a small smirk.

 ‘I don’t actually know how old they all are.’ Robin admitted.

‘But the curly one is Dustin.’ Robin started introducing them.

 Dustin looked over to Robin and Lilly and smiled revealing braces, while sticking his hand up to say Hi.

‘The dark haired one is Mike.’

Mike raised his hand to salute a hello.

 ‘And the girl is Max’ Robin added.

Max raised her chin to say hello, she was holding a skateboard.

 ‘Where’s Lucas?’ Robin asked the group.

‘He’s been at basketball practice like always.’ Dustin said.

 ‘But who are you?’ Max sharply said looking at Lilly.

 ‘That’s Lilly.’ Steve started.

‘She’s the daughter of my dad’s new girlfriend.’ He added.

 ‘Ouch.’ Dustin softly said.

‘What was that Henderson?’ Steve said tackling the curly haired teen.

 Lilly smirked.

‘This is kinda cute.’ Lilly said smiling.

 ‘Love your skateboard by the way.’ Lilly said looking at Max.

She nodded and mouthed her thanks.

 ‘And you both.’ Lilly said looking at Dustin and Mike.

‘What are those shirts your wearing?’ she was sipping from her drink looking at their baseball shirts with some kind of demon printed on them.

 ‘What does it say, hellfire?’ Lilly added.

 ‘Oh yeah.’ Mike said looking at his shirt.

‘It’s our D&D group.’ Dustin added.

 ‘D&D?’ Lilly said.

‘Like Dungeon and Dragons?’

 Dustin was about to explain what it was when he looked at Lilly.

And just answered ‘yes it is.’

 ‘Do you know it?’ Mike asked.

 ‘I do actually.’ Lilly said.

‘I played it once with a few friend back in Indianapolis.’

 ‘Cool!’ Dustin answered with a  huge smile on his face.

 ‘But Lilly we need to go, or my dad will kill us both for being late. And me twice.’ Steve said pushing Dustin out of the booth. And climbing over it.

 ‘Want a ride home Robin or?’ Steve said while pulling Lilly out of the booth.

‘Oh no it’s fine I’ll walk with Dustin, he lives close by.’ She answered.

 ‘Have it your way.

I’ll see you tomorrow okay? ‘ Steve said and he said bye to everyone.

Lilly followed behind him.

 ‘It was cool to meet you all, hope I’ll see you again.’ Lilly said with a smile as she stepped up to catch up with Steve.

#stranger things #stranger things season 4 #stranger things 4 #eddie munson #eddie the freak munson #Eddie #eddiemunson #Eddie cult #eddiecult #ST4 #Eddiemunson x oc #eddie munson x female original character #eddie munson x fem!reader smut #Robin buckley #steve Harrington #hellfire club

[fyredraka]

Book Reviews of Jane Austen's book, Emma, for IB literature. The Fault in Our Stars, by John Green.

Dated 23/2/2012, re-edited 02/03/2024

Sorry if I haven't posted as often as I should, however, I have been swamped with multiple assignments. I had the great desire to launch a radio drama, however this was not achieved. I'm not sure if I will ever get around to doing radio dramas. Perhaps a podcast would be possible. Of what topic I am not sure.

As for creative projects. I wrote a monologue/soliloquy for Jane's Austen book, Emma, for IB Literature class. (I have no clue if this was every submitted) I disliked this book at the time but now I have learnt to appreciate it greatly. Trying to read this work was like trying to trudge through wet cement waist deep. To Jane Austen fans, I am sorry if this offends you. I just deeply dislike reading books that waffle on and on and on. These books that waffle on are not books that I enjoy spending time on, and this continues to be true to this day. I find romantic dramas dull, until I am very hormonal and want to elicit tears.

In comparison, I managed to finish John Green's book, The Fault in Our Stars in less that 18 hours (when I mean less than, what I intend is that I couldn't be bothered to calculate how much time it took for me to sleep or eat or attend classes, but what I do know is that I read it very quickly). It made me cry four times in thirty minutes, and I generally did not cry easily (now this is different). Only certain pieces of literature make me cry, such as the end of the Eragon cycle or if one of my favorite characters died in Harry Potter. I consume fantasy literature with a great voracity. I read and eat, I stay up until I no longer can and then sleep until noon or deal with the sleep deficit during the day. This continues until I am done with the book.

For this reason I have stopped reading books in general because my passions consume me, and I fear this. However now I have coping mechanisms. I write my thoughts, I write summaries, I reflect. I put time slots to organize myself. I have developed a great passion for food and cooking and having restful sleeps. I now prioritize my own sanity and well being over my passions. I hate cramming and pulling all-nighters. I need consistency and personal summaries, to think creatively and analytically. I do follow logical flows and can identify patterns, long before the majority of people become concerned. My traumas have left my senses hyper-keen. Multi-generational trauma and having to survive the Amazon has left me keen. I appreciate my hearing and attempt to protect it. I appreciate nature and all its values. We need to learn to live in harmony with nature, before we exhaust all our natural resources and destroy our own planet. By 2025 we will reach a tipping point. To return to the main topic at hand…

If I were to review the Fault in Our Stars, I would give it a 5/5 because it was EXCELLENT. It will bring laughter, tears, and hopefully you will want to read it again and again, because I have read this book multiple times and have watched the movie multiple times. I let one of my friends borrow the book, so I cannot read it again… until yet another friend of mine reads it… which probably means I will not be in the presence of this book until a month or so from now (sighs). That and yet another, third friend, wants to read it, a male friend… so I am not so sure how well he will appreciate the book.

And you (John Green) do have typos in the first chapter of The Fault in Our Stars… that or you actually meant to say "lo"…

#book review #the fault in our stars #jane austen #Emma

[hellcatinnc]

Leave the World Behind Movie Review

Includes Spoilers

So me and my husband sat down and watched this tonight. I love Julia Roberts and she is my favorite actress so I wanted to see this. Now I don't write movie reviews often but I feel like in some cases like this I need somewhere to rant about my feelings and thoughts so here goes.

So first off it is a good movie it keeps you on the edge of your seat. Like honestly some points to make out is its like almost a end of the world kinda thing yet in parts can be confusing. So it first seems like its the world being attacked to later find out sounds like its the US only being targeted. The worst part is I read about the cyber attacks in the movie and sadly they are capable of happening and this is where technology might one day fail us. However the acting was great it was all very believable. I love how it told it almost in like chapters too.

Not gonna lie 2 people show up at the house claiming to be the owner of the house the family is visiting in. Really had a "the purge" feel to it at times. The young boys teeth fall out yet never tells you why and the fact he throws up blood only once but yet never see it again. The young girl is plain annoying through most of the movie. She is obsessed with the tv series "Friends" and like you have to hear her talk about it over and over again. So when the internet goes out and the tv she bitches needing the stuff fixed because she has to see what happens in the last show. Even the ending of this movie I felt like catered to her bullshit that I just didn't care about.

The whole groups of deer wanting to attack or crowd people, I never understood nor did they ever really explain what would cause this. I mean technically its not even a end of the world movie just more like the end of the united states. The tesla cars going on the fritz makes me never want to own one with them crashing without internet signals I guess. Then the plane crashing right in front of the one guy that was mad crazy like I couldn't even imagine what that would be like. Especially after him finding all the dead bodies before then from another crash its like whats the chances of the same location getting more than one plane to crash there.

I also felt like the feeling that there was something going on with the father of the family wanting to sleep with the owners daughter was creepy. Then the son drooling and attempting to get him self off over the owners daughter was just not even called for like it wasn't even needed. Then the mom and the owner having some kind of chemistry dancing around drunk together to next - too close song which is a sexual as fuck song. Just all stuff that was not needed at all. I mean come on the whole fucking world as you know is falling apart but hey fuck lets get off, cheat, and get high.

To me it was a 3 star movie I loved Julia Roberts in it but everyone else really were replaceable to me. Not to mention what made it the worst was the ending, like it doesn't even feel like a ending. The young girl runs away in the middle of this shit. She finds a house eats a bunch of their junk food then finds there bunker goes in there and starts watching her show friends on dvd and then it goes to credits. Then when I read about the writer and in the book least she takes her family there and they live in the bunker however the movie doesn't come close to that. It makes her look like she is a selfish little shit. I was just left disappointed and almost feel like I wasted 2 hours of my life to get no actual satisfying end.

#movies #movie review #leave the world behind #julia roberts #ethan hawke #kevin bacon #movie was a disappointment