#im not street but i queue what i gotta queue

[e17omm]

what IS your comfort fic? :0

A tad embarrassing, but I did feel the urge to reread it again and I did bring it up...

Its not a soft, goofy and fluffy fanfic, its actually dark but I like it a lot with its more unique plot and execution...

It's Black Reaper by Vengfulfate over on ff.net

Its a RWBY AU fanfic, and... Uh, its kinda edgy, but I have caugh myself, in my mind, de-edgy-fying it. Like, every overly edgy moment and detail is toned back by like, 6 in my head.

But despite its edgy (and some cringy) moments... The plot of it is so interesting and I think its plot development is great - especially because theres not many fanfics like it.

So to go over the start (this is assuming that you've watched the first 3 seasons of RWBY (the only good seasons) to their ends)

The Fall of Beacon happens differently. Ruby is dating Velvet and is down in Vale instead of at the stadium, and when the Fall begins, they run into Neo, and stops her before she can use her Semblance to teleport to the ship Roman is on to break him out in time.

So he remains captive. Ruby then makes her way to Beacon and runs into Blake, Yang and Adam! That scene goes differently and Adam is captured, but not before he can throw his blade at Ruby.

This is where the fun begins, because Yang jumps to block it to protect her little sister, logical thing to do. But this isnt a cheesy happy story, so she miscalculates and gets herself impaled.

Then she fucking dies. But Ruby tried to save Yang with her Aura, which doesnt work as her own and Yang's aura turns on her

Ruby takes on Yang's Aura and Semblance. An emotion-based semblance, a semblance that makes her stronger the angrier she is.

And Ruby has no control over Yang's semblance as it is too strong for her, and she was never meant to have it. Take a Yang with a speed Semblance, an anger-based strength Semblance, and double the Aura reserves. Also make her unable to control her anger-based Semblance at all. That's Ruby in Black Reaper.

Queue Ruby getting angry at everything. Stuck in hospital? Mad. People get scared of her? Mad. Cant have a shouting match with Weiss? Mad. Getting hit in training battles? Almost kills Jaune. Banned from training matches? Mad. Mentions of the Fall or of Yang? Mad. This goes on for a year.

She keeps running off to the forest to fight Grimm to vent, until one day she instead ends up in Vale. And she kills a (likely) innocent faunus on the street, because it reminded her of when her sister died. Then she runs away from Beacon.

Months later, Neo finds her in Vale, they team up and break Roman out. And, Ive gone on long enough.

>One of the plotpoints I love is that, Ruby never truly redeems herself. Sure she eventually goes back to being a good guy™... But she's still a criminal at heart now, she casually steals minor stuff like chocolate bars just because she didnt feel like paying for it, even when she has billions in her bank account and a Heiress of a massive company right next to her.

As I said! It is cringy at times and edgy a lot (especially in Black Reaper 1 *mild shudder*), but if you take a step back and look at the idea, the plot, and the storyline - its great.

Its also the one fanfic I keep wanting to reread every now and again, especially when Im feeling down. I dont know, maybe it just brings me back to the past? It was written... 6 and a half years ago? o_o

Sadly the Author got burnt out. I chatted with them privately and it was a mix of burnout due to character bloat (OC's that are pretty good) and feeling like they (the Author) had to give every single character at least a scene in every chapter.

So its abandoned... What's there is pretty good, or at least decent, I think.

As you can probably tell I like it a lot, despite how edge it can be (which I subconsciously dial back in my head. Gotta keep reminding myself that I do that if I want to try to talk about it objectively...)

#fanfiction #when i think about it #its like that thing i read when i were a teen that was edgy but it was still kinda good and i can overlook its flaws

[mikeyfuckinway]

listen to a fucking fall out boy album or something, freak

#fall out boy #aries.txt #patrick stump #andy hurley #joe trohman #pete wentz #im not street but i queue what i gotta queue

[druigswhores]

gold rush | 2

FRUSTRATING, INTOXICATING, COMPLICATED.

pairing: druig x eternal!reader

summary: in which druig found himself falling for the gentle soul who was also known as the goddess of human love and flowers.

warnings: this series will include major spoilers for eternals, descriptions of injuries and violence, and mentions of blood.

word count: 2.1k

a/n: the way I’m obsessed with him it’s crazy… anyways second chapter yay! lmk what you guys think and what else you’d want to see in the fic! i know I’m posting daily right now but that’s because im currently sick and not going to work or school :(

masterlist - series masterlist

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“Call me when you land, I still think you should’ve taken my private jet.” Kingo laughed, arms wrapped around the shorter Eternal, a laugh escaped her as she hugged him back.

“I gotta ask, how did you manage to get your hands on Asgardian liquor?” She questioned, feeling the beginning of a hangover from the fun they had the night before, Kingo shrugged in response.

“Thor’s a good friend of mine.” He stated, nervously looking away when she continued to stare at him, waiting for the real answer.

“Ugh fine.” He gave up hiding the truth. “I won an auction on eBay.” He confessed, causing her smile to widen even more. A voice was heard over the intercom announcing that a flight will begin to board soon, she recognised the flight number as the one printed on her ticket and therefore bid farewell to her friend before making her way to the queue for the aeroplane.

Although she enjoyed spending time with Kingo and watching him prepare for his new movie, she couldn’t wait to get back home away from the overcrowded streets, to get back to the place that made her feel the most herself she’s ever been. Her phone began to ring, distracting her from her train of thoughts. She glanced at her phone to read the incoming caller ID.

“Did you check the photo I sent to the message thread?” Sersi questioned on the phone while making her way through Trafalgar Square in London. “Hello to you too.” She responded, laughing as she glanced around the airport while waiting to board.

“The main chat or the one without Ikaris?”

She heard Sersi sigh in response. “The one with.” She answered.

Unlocking her phone to read the messages, she noticed two pictures that were sent by Sersi. Both photographs of a billboard which displayed a single gold dagger with a cerulean blue handle as well as a crown with flowers created out of gold wrapped around it, both were objects discovered to be from thousands of years ago from what was once called Mesopotamia, in 5000 BC to be exact.

And also created by two eternals.

Scrolling through the chat she read all the responses from the fellow Eternal’s and the lack thereof, Phastos reminisced of the past while Kingo responded with how he despised his hairstyle during that time, she noticed how Druig didn’t bother to respond to the messages itself. Preferring to like the photograph of the flower crown instead.

She let out a chuckle once done reading the responses, before getting interrupted by the boarding agent to give them her ticket she said goodbye to Sersi, promising to call her back once she lands.

“Oh shit, I’m late for work.” Sersi responded before ending the call, allowing the other Eternal to finally board the plane home. Hours later she found herself in a taxi, directing the driver to the designated location only to get an odd look from him.

“That’s in the middle of a forest?” He questioned, staring at the Eternal through the rear view mirror, she hummed in response too distracted to be invested in the conversation, overhearing the driver whisper something incoherently. Over an hour had passed since the two last spoke, the driver opting out of small talk due to the weird nature of the woman as she continued to stare out the window admiring the nature surrounding them while they drove further into the forest.

The car suddenly halted as the man immediately hit the brakes. “What the hell?” He questioned, getting out of the car to see a broad tree that was on its side, blocking the dirt road. Branches were scattered around the trunk of the tree, the roots were pulled out almost as if something pulled the tree out of the ground and onto the road, which was physically incapable.

Unless you were something not of this Earth.

She got out of the car seconds later, contemplating whether she could put the tree back in its original spot and continue her journey home but that risked letting the strange man know about her ‘special abilities’.

A loud rustling from the depth of the forest distracted her train of thoughts causing her to squint, attempting to look into the forest but failing due to nightfall. It was almost impossible to see anything.

The rustling was heard again but this time much closer, as if it was approaching the two of them.

“Hey lady! Get back in the car.” The driver ordered, wanting nothing more but to drive away and get to safety. She flicked her hand and within a second bioluminescent flowers surrounded the duo, allowing a small glow to expose what was approaching.

Crawling on all fours, wings raised up with its jaw wide open, teeth sharpened, she recognised the unmistakable Deviants she previously believed were to be wiped out over 5000 years ago. A piercing roar cut through the air causing the man to jump in fear, rushing inside of his car, headlights turning on as he presses the horn of the car grabbing the attention of the deviant.

The deviant cocked it’s head to the side as it stared at the human before turning towards the Eternal, charging towards her. She gasped as she ran in front of the car, a golden aura surrounding her almost immediately as the fallen tree was thrown at the deviant as if it was made of styrofoam.

The deviant dodged the trunk, it’s anger bubbling as it once again charged for her, wanting nothing more but to kill her.

“Go get out of here!” She shouted at the driver who did so with no hesitation, leaving her to fight the creature alone. Her eyes were now glowing as vines began to wrap itself around the deviant's wings pulling them down onto the ground, within seconds the deviant caught loose of its grip and aimed for the Eternal once again, not blinking an eye towards the car that sped away.

It felt like minutes had passed as she continued to fight, attempting to protect herself from the deviant but wanting nothing more than to be in her bed at home.

She glanced back at the direction the car drove off towards, wondering why the deviant didn’t acknowledge the human, focusing all its energy towards the eternal instead. Her head was slammed against the dirt road, powder of dust enveloping the air as the Deviant pinned her down with its claws digging into her torso. A throbbing sensation was felt at the back of her skull and she swore she could feel bleeding, she looked up at the Deviant in fear as it’s jaw opened, teeth barred and ready to pull her apart limb from limb. The eternal panicked as she allowed her eyes to glow once more, fingers twitching as a large tree was ripped out of the earth and shoved its way through the skull of the deviant, blood splattering over her, combining with her own.

She slid from under the creature, breath heavy as she stood up, touching the back of her head wincing as she felt a fresh wound oozing out blood. Attempting to pick up her bags that the driver tossed out onto the road before speeding off, she began to tread towards the village, the corpse of the Deviant wrapped around thick vines that dragged the body alongside her as she limped her way home, battered and bruised.

By the time she got a view of the village it must’ve been past three am, hours had passed since she separated from the driver and killed the deviant, the lights were all out except for the simmering fire that sat in the middle of the village. She paused, dropping her luggage for a couple minutes to gather her breath, one more break before she’d be at home in her comfortable bed, surrounded by her favourite people.

She assumed everyone was asleep due to the quietness of the place, she could hear the alpacas begin to lay down on the ground to get comfortable, as she neared the village she noticed a man sitting on the steps, head in his hands, he looked as if he’s been sitting there for hours, waiting. As soon as he heard her steps he looked up.

“And where the hell have you been, you were s’posed to be here hours ago-“ Druig’s sentence was cut short.

The frustration that was once on his face was wiped away as he took in the sight of her, the dried blood on her clothes, bruised and beaten down as she limped her way towards him, her eyes were still glowing as she used her abilities to drag the deviant's corpse with vines that acted as rope.

As soon as her eyes met his, she dropped everything, body staggering as she made her way towards him, he met her halfway, holding up her body as she fell into his arms. All she wanted to do was close her eyes and sleep but she knew she couldn’t in case she had a concussion.

“Shit, What the hell happened?” He demanded, gently bringing her to the steps of the chapel to sit her down, his eyes scanned her body to determine where all her injuries were at. His hands went to her face, moving her hair away from her face to examine the injuries on her, only to feel the clumps of blood on her scalp. He immediately got up, calling out for a medic.

“Don’t- it’s really late they’re all asleep now.” She sighed, hands rubbing her forehead to numb the headache.

“And I don’t give a shit.” He responded, swatting her hand away from her head as she touched her wound that began to open up again. Druig’s eyes began to glow a similar shade of golden, within a couple seconds the village medic came rushing out of his home, still in his pyjamas as he carried his things with him, his eyes were parallel to Druig’s glowing eyes. All she wanted to do was chastise him for using his powers but she felt herself becoming weaker, held up by Druig’s arm as the medic put all his attention on her injuries.

“What the hell happened to you?” He questioned, voice soft as he watched the medic stitch her wounds, her eyes began fluttering shut, struggling to keep herself conscious as the effects of the fight began to become more prominent. She hummed in response as she fought to keep her eyes open, feeling Druig’s fingers gently trace over the stitched wounds from when the deviant dug its claws into her.

“So?” He asked impatiently, wanting nothing more than to kill whatever did this to her.

“It’s complicated, Druig.” She managed to breathe out, visibly wincing as the medic dabbed one of her wounds with disinfectant. Druig scoffed in return.

“Complicated?” He echoed in disbelief.

“The deviants are back.” She finally confessed, attempting to wrap her head around what she couldn’t believe truly happened. She remembered when the Eternals had finally killed them all, they celebrated with one another before going their separate ways due to Thena’s sickness.

“What? Don’t be ridiculous, we killed them all... Right?” He questioned in disbelief.

“Exactly why I said it’s complicated.” She responded sarcastically, thanking the medic who completed his task, eyes now back to their original colour as he stared around in confusion wondering how he got there before Druig told him to get back home. He went back to his home without hesitation, wanting nothing more than to not be with the telepath and his counterpart in the middle of the night.

She pointed to where her luggage was laid, next to which was the corpse of the creature, Druig stood up immediately and made his way to the corpse, surprised that he didn’t notice the large creature beforehand. The head of the corpse was unattached to its body, a hole was seen in the middle of it’s torso, as he looked closer he could see that the deviant was in the process of healing itself before getting decapitated.

“It managed to heal itself.” She answered his unspoken question. He looked back at her and back at the deviant once again, unable to process this information.

“But that’s not possible.” He said in disbelief.

“If you think that’s shocking, wait till you find out that it didn’t even attempt to attack the human with me.” She began to stand up to make her way towards him.

“Are they safe?” He asked concerned and she scoffed in response, wondering if he remembered who he was talking to.

“D’you reckon this is the last time we’ll see another one of these?” He asked rhetorically, knowing something bigger was about to occur.

“Deviants with healing abilities that only want to hurt Eternals? We can only hope that was the only one.” She shrugged, Druig brought his arm around her to hold her up although not necessary.

“Guess it’s time for a family reunion, don’t you agree? My sweet blossom.”

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[radikylie]

I just need to get through this week ugh

#im so exhausted and its only halfway through the week #new student days have been jam packed with events and i have so much responsibility now #like im the primary point of contact for my boss whos the dean of the womens college and associate provost to the university #and then when im not doing things for her im an RA for minors and they can be exhausting but its also rewarding to be with them #im so very happy where im at in life i mean i miss my future wife but what else is new #im also just so exhausted bc we dont get done until after 11 and then gotta be up at like 7:30-8 #im just the type of person who needs 8 or more hours #7 hours consecutively isnt enough #like i was so tired and foggy today i was tongue tied the whole day and i tried to illegally drive up a one way street #as soon as all this orientation stuff is over with i should be able to get myself on a consistent routine which is what i rly need #also my blood work tests came back positive for a possible autoimmune disease which i hope is just related to my lack of thyroid #but the dr needs to run more tests to be sure trying not to stress or worry or feed negative energy into the situation but its hard #i havent even had time to really relax or decompress either or even keep my queue running on this #also i havent had time to really focus on my classes and i have this thing due tomorrow i have no idea whats going on sweet bby jesus help #pls send energy and good vibes i rly need it

[shesquiinnsane-ar]

                                            He’s know when you’ve been bad or good                                                     So be good for goodness sake!

CHRISTMAS AND HANUKKAH. Throwing them into the same sentence as Santa Claus, at least in the more traditional sense sounded crazy. Her mother was Catholic, her Father was Jewish and they both had their views on the holiday season. For the family, whilst her father was around anyway, the Quinzels celebrated Hanukkah, using the first day of lighting their Menorah to also decorate their Christmas tree. Like every year in the Quinzel household the whole thing soon turned into an argument, talks about the ‘real’ Christmas, and how much of a creep the fictional Santa was made the whole scene just a mess, especially to anyone looking from the outside. As a child, Harley never got the chance to meet the ‘stupid’ mall santas that gave all her friends chocolate and little presents. Who didn’t want little toy cars and tiny hair brushes to remind them of their visit with Santa? Just because Harley didn’t see Santa then, however, didn’t mean she wouldn’t meet him. For the blonde, it just took a few more years and many twists and turns to meet the man himself, accidentally. 

All the children of Gotham were lining up for the enjoyment of meeting the male, Father Christmas, the embodiment of joy. Literally, from what Harley learnt about him he just couldn’t be sad until the dark part of his mind took over his body and he went into shock. She’d rescued him, from that, pulled him out of himself and they’d been close since. So Harley could spot a fake anywhere. Hoping to catch up with the man she’d rescued, she waited patiently by the side of the makeshift grotto - and Santa stunk of cigarettes and alcohol. Whoever this guy was, he wasn’t Santa - what if he confused the tutus and the trucks, what if he put a tutu on a truck? Harley couldn’t let the children of Gotham anywhere near this creep. Because like her mother had warned her all those years ago, this specific Santa was that exact creep because well, he wasn’t Santa. Just some creep trying to get close to children.

Whilst the queues were busy the jester occupied herself with trying to take out one of the elves, barely dressed and really not rocking the attire very well. Her lack of a smile screamed Christmas spirit was needed, probably of more than one kind. Losing her bat, she didn’t want to threaten the girl outright but they need someone who had met the actual Santa Claus, and she wasn’t even sure the man backstage could even spell Christmas.  ❝ Sorry, gal! Ya been replaced. Santa ain’t interested in havin’ an elf who ain’t happy. He doesn’t want ya ruinin it fer the kids? ❞

❝ Santa doesn’t even care about the kids. He aint’ real ya know, psycho... ❞  The skimpy dress told another, unfortunate story that Harley did not want to delve into, especially if she wanted to take over the role to pay Santa a visit. Harley didn’t give herself a chance to second guess her actions as within seconds she’d knocked down the little elf girl. She’d get over it eventually but Harley had a job to do to keep Christmas in Gotham right on track. Changing into the...tube of fabric, that barely covered everything, she touched up her makeup, swapping the pink and blue for red and green, adding her old jester hat to the mix for fun before taking it to the stage, or more the grotto that Santa would be making his appearance in downtown Gotham. 

❝ Gals and guys, ladies and gents! Sorry fer the mix up in the elf emporium some gal had a lil’ slip an’ is currently unavailable but...Santa is bright and on his way! Just gonna check he’s his usual Merry self as he wishes you a Happy Holidays! ❞  Rushing behind the scenes Harley couldn’t  help but be disheartened by the smell. To say he stank of cigarettes was like saying Gotham’s streets had rats. It was undeniable and the kids wouldn’t want to go anywhere near him. She had to pull this off for the kids, for the parents, and in her mind for the whole of Gotham. She coughed to get his attention and the male looked at her, slight fear in his eyes. Clearly, he knew ho she was so hopefully, this was to go a lot smoother than planned.  ❝ Look Mista’ I ain’t wantin’ t’ play no games I know ya ain’t Santa, trust me, he’s a much better guy than you are but ya gotta explain to these clued up kids that ya actually are Santa. An’ santa don’t smoke, he just drinks too much sherry an’ thinks about gals. So pick yaself up, brush the ash off ya suit ‘cause ya ain’t been down no chimneys yet and get ya fat ‘n’ merry ass out on that stage! ❞  

The male nodded before racing into action, maybe he thought she was crazy, maybe he didn’t want to get his head smooshed in by a baseball bat, or a mallet for that fact and he made the right decision.  ❝ Just don’t knock ‘em dead, but have fun! ❞  She waved before skipping onto the stage and down the steps by the first child and ‘Santa’ came out to a wave of cheers. Kneeling down to look the first kid in the eye she playfully winked.  ❝ Looks like Santa’s all ready fer ya, kiddo. Go tell ‘im what ya want! ❞  

#TUNESDAY DRABBLES.{ harley's solo adventures; diving into her world} #V; REBIRTH.{bubblegum blonde; sweet not stupid} #Hanukkah will be prominent int he next one ~ I just wanted something that was definitely more lighthearted after the intense Nolan drabble

[chalametcupids]

“What’s wrong with your friend?” “You can’t leave us! Make some room!” “Hey!” “What’s that way?” “S’grounded!” “’ow long’s that?” “Poke yer head out, see if the water’s come in” “Talkative sod, aren’t ya?” “For fuck’s sake!” “Yeah but ’ow long?” “Why’d you leave your boat?” “We have to plug it!” “Somebody needs to get off.” “I don’t need a volunteer. I know someone who ough’a get off.” “This one. He’s a German spy.” “He’s a fucking Jerry!” Have you noticed he hasn’t said a word? ’Cause I ’ave. Won’t speak English: if he does it’s in an accent’s thicker than sauerkraut sauce.” “Tell me.” “Tell me, ‘Gibson’”. “A frog! A bloody frog! A cowardly, little queue-jumping frog. Who’s Gibson, eh? Some naked, dead Englishman lying out in that sand?” "Or did you at least have the decency to bury him? " “Maybe he killed him.” “How do we know?” “Well, we know who’s getting off.” “Better ’im than me.” “Somebody’s gotta get off, so the rest of us can live.” “Do you wanna volunteer?” “Then this is the price!” “He’s dead, mate.” “We let you all down, didn’t we.” “That old bloke wouldn’t even look us in the eye.” “Hey! Where are we!” “What station!” “Grab me one o’ them papers! Go on!” “I can’t bear it. They’ll be spitting at us in the streets, if they’re not locked up waiting for the invasion.” “I can’t look.” “Wha’??

All of King Harry Styles’ dialogues in Dunkirk. 

#we do love a legend #dunkirk #dunkirk cast #you're welcome #harry styles

[soaimagines]

You Had Me At Merlot

(Yes, that is a wine pun.)

Request: Imagine Opie missing an important event of yours. You fight and you leave.

“Will Harry be joining us this evening?” You glanced at the empty seat next to you and back at your boss. “He’ll be here,” You assured him with a nod. Your boss smiled tightly and turned back to his menu. None of them had been particularly pleased when you had said you would be bringing Opie to the work dinner. Apparently the ‘plus one’ invite was more of a formality than an actual offer. At least, when it came to your big bad biker boyfriend, that is. Your boss had been more than happy when wives had entered with your coworkers and you had walked in alone. But that wouldn't last. Ope would be here. He had promised. Barbara across the table gave you a sympathetic smile and you tried not to roll your eyes. “You okay hun?” You took a long sip of the wine in front of you. “Just peachy.” You flashed her a smiled. “So anyway, we took the kids to Hawaii last summer. It was ah-mazing.” This time you rolled your eyes, unable to hide it as you listened to Carl, one of your coworkers drone on about their Brady Bunch perfect family and their lives and all the vacations they had taken together. “Its okay if he doesn't come hun. Boys will be boys. You can do much better” Barbara whispered across the table. You raised your glass in her direction, acknowledging her comment and took a long sip. A waiter refilled your now empty glass and you thanked him. Barbara was always convinced that every male that walked the earth was incapable of keeping his dick in his pants. Opie, however, wasn’t like that. Or was he? You practically heard the clock tick by another thirty minutes and with every passing second you were becoming more agitated, the empty seat next to you making its presence known. Barbara had lipstick on her teeth. You should probably tell her. it was the right thing to do. Girl code, and all that. But you hated Barbara and her sympathetic smiles, and you were too busy feeling sorry for yourself anyway. As if on queue she tapped her watch and threw you a knowing smile. “Maybe you should slow down on the wine, hun.” Barbara whispered across the table. “No can do, Barb.” You took another sip and your boss stood and walked around the table, from his spot at the head. He stopped behind you and leant into your ear. “Maybe we should order?” You sighed and nodded, trying not to let the disappointment show on your face. He had promised you. “He’s a bad boy, hun. He can’t be tamed. Best find yourself a nice hardworking man.” You ignored Barbara and gestured for the waiter once more. “Can I grab another bottle?” The waiter nodded and took the now empty bottle of wine away. You weren't usually a big drinker, but hey, if work was paying you may as well make the most of it. And if you were gonna survive the rest of the night with Barb and Carl you would need all the wine you could get. “And we just know young Toby is going to make Captain. I mean, have you seen him play?!” Carl was bragging, a smug laugh erupting from his lips. He had a sweater draped over his shoulders and you fought the urge to leap across the table and strangle him with the cashmere sleeves. His wife beside him laughed, although you were surprised she could even move her facial muscles, from all the plastic surgery she’d had. “New drinking game.” Tyson whispered in your ear. You turned to the new intern, who sat in the seat next to you. You’d never talked to him but from the sound of his proposal he might be the only person that could keep you sane through this. “Every time he mentions Toby we drink.” You smirked and held out your hand for a shake. “Everytime Barb says ‘Hun’, we drink.” Tyson shook your hand and you both smiled at each other. The waiter approached and placed your bottle of wine on the table. “Shall I remove these plates, or are we still waiting on a guest?” The waiter asked. “You can take them.” You sighed. Lets face it. Opie wasn't coming. “For the best, hun.” You turned to Tyson, and you both raised your glasses, clinking them in the air as you laughed.

The car pulled into your street and you banged your hand on the dashboard as you neared your house, unable to speak as you were chugging back wine from the bottle in your hand. “Here it is, Barb!” You practically yelled, a red drop of wine dribbling down your chin. She pulled over and you took a swig of the bottle you were clinging to so desperately. “i think you've had enough, hun.” You sniggered and shook your head. You pulled Barbara into a hug, unintentionally smooshing her face into your chest, her tight curls tickling your chin. “Thanks for the ride, Barb. You da real MVP!” “MV what?” You snorted and pushed open the car door and stumbled your way out of the car. “Will you be okay, hun?” Barb asked, leaning across the car as you swung the door shut. “Always!” You slurred and took a step backwards, flashing barb the finger guns. You leant forward and gave the car a good pat on the roof, signalling Barb to take off. “Adios!” You shouted after her as she waved out the window and drove off. You laughed to yourself as you stumbled your way to the front door, your heels in one hand and the bottle of wine in the other. Opies bike was in his usual spot; dead centre of the driveway. You fumbled with your keys and eventually pushed the door open. The lights were on and you could hear the tv playing in the living room. You dropped your heels by the door and staggered your way to the lounge. Opie was sat draped across the sofa, a beer in his hand and his long legs stretched across the cushions. His head was resting on the arm rest and his long hair hung down the side of the sofa. He had one arm across his chest, holding his beer while the other was draped up across the back of the sofa, showing off his toned biceps. “Did you grab some dinner babe? I’m starving.” He didn't bother to look up, he just took a sip of his beer and turned his eyes back to the tv. You leant against the doorway, needing the extra support in your drunken state. “I already ate.” Opie frowned and finally turned to look at you. Your hair was hanging loosely around your face and you wore a black dress. He noticed the wine bottle in your hand and from the way you were slouched against the doorframe he knew you were drunk. “Jesus, (y/n), where have you been?” “Could ask you the same question.” You took a swig of your wine and wiped your mouth on the back of your hand. Opie turned the tv down and sat up, his face stern. “I was at the clubhouse. Where were you?” His voice was firm, like he was scolding you. “At the work dinner. The one you were supposed to be at.” His face fell and he buried his face in his hands. “Shit.” He stood. “Im sorry, babe. I got caught up with club shit.” “Theres always club shit, Ope.” He walked towards you and reached for your hips but you pushed his hands away. “Im sorry, (y/n). I-“ “You promised.” Opie sighed and ran a large hand over his face. “I know, babe. But you know I gotta put the club first.” “What about me, Ope?” You pushed him away and started walking to the bedroom.  “Ya know what, maybe Barb is right.” “Barb? I thought you hated that crazy bitch.” You gasped and turned back to face him, and he was taken aback by the crazy wild look in your eyes. “How dare you speak about my sweet angel like that!” Opie sighed and shook his head. “And whats Barb right about then, huh?” “She thinks you don't deserve me!” You yelled. “Thinks that you don't treat me right.” “Jesus christ, (y/n) I missed one fucking dinner. Its not a big deal.” “Its a big deal to me, Ope!” He stared at you, surprised by the anger setting through you. “And its more than just one dinner Opie. I don't even know how many nights Ive spent waiting up for you, cause it happens so fucking often!” “You knew what you were getting into,” Opie warned, his voice rising to match yours. You laughed bitterly and shook your head. “I did, Ope. You’re right. I knew what I was getting into. But it wasn't this.” You gestured to the space between you. “We can talk about this when your sober, (y/n).” “Pffft.” You took a swig of the wine in your hand, ignoring Opie as he watched you angrily, his jaw clenching. “Will we, Ope? Or will you just stand me up again?” He turned and headed back to the living room. “Dont walk away from me!” You yelled, anger burning through your veins. The volume of the tv turned up, tuning you out and steam practically shot out your ears. “Motherfucker!” You snarled and threw the bottle of wine. It collided with the wall of the hallway, shattering into pieces and the red liquid seeped into the carpet. You were too angry to care about the stain you knew it would leave. You spun on your heels and marched to the bedroom. You knelt by the bed and yanked your rucksack out from beneath it. Then you tore around the room like a tornado, ripping clothes from hangers and from drawers and shoving them into the bag. When you were done you slung it onto your shoulder and left the room, leaving a trail of scattered clothing and half open drawers. Opie didn't hear the front door open, and he didn't hear it shut. He didn't hear your cab pull up. He didn't hear you leave.

~

“You gonna answer that, hun?” You shook your head and turned over your phone, ignoring the call from Opie. Barbara sighed and placed a glass of orange juice on the wooden dining table in front of you. “Did you take a sick day hun?” “Yup.” Barbara nodded, sympathetically, of course. She reached for her handbag and slung it over her shoulder. “Okay hun well you know where to find me if you need me.” “Thank you Barb.” You smiled at the older woman and leant back in the chair, twirling the glass in your hands. Barb left the house, closing the door behind her. You had been staying with Barb ever since you left that night. It had been six days and Opie had been calling and texting you nonstop. You had ignored every one of them. Maybe you were over reacting. But you were fed up. Ever since you had started dating Opie your relationship had been filled with empty promises. You knew the club kept him busy and you understood that. You never asked him for much. But he spent countless nights away from home and he never seemed to care that you were alone in that house. It wasn't the first date he had missed but the situation always ended the same. He would promise to make it up to you, but that promise would leave you disappointed just like all the others. Only this time it was different. You had no idea why you allowed him to do it to you, over and over. Each time with a new start, a new him, a new chance to leave behind the disappointment and the hurt . But you would stand in the middle of your living room in your best dress and your high heeled shoes, a hint of blush on your cheeks and you'd watch the clock above the mantel tick past and you would realise he had done it again. Your heart would sink and your anger would flare. Never again. You would vow under your breath. But how many times had you said that before? Too many times. Did you mean it this time? Barb had been kind in her offering you a place to stay. You appreciated it, but god that woman was driving you crazy. She meant well and you knew she was only looking after you, but if you heard her say ‘hun’ one more time you might just have to smother her in her sleep. She had never brought anything more modern than the 1970s. The walls were painted tangerine, except for the bathroom that was wall papered with a sickly floral pattern. The furniture was sparse and the furniture she did own, was covered in a sheet of plastic. There was at least one bowl of potpourri in every room. And she had cats. You didn't have a problem with cats. In fact you liked them. But Barb had seven and you were surprised you'd even survived here for so long, as you had woken several times a night due to the fluffiest cat out of them all sitting right on your chest, staring you in the eyes with a look of death. They weren't even nice cats. They all hissed at you and none of them had let you pat them so far. You heard a knock on the door and sighed, scraping back your chair and heading for the door. “What’d you forget, Barb?” You sighed as you opened the door. Only it wasn't Barb. It was Opie, He raised an eyebrow at your appearance and lifted a cigarette to his lips. Your hair was in braids and you wore an old fashioned night gown that hung down to your calves, with fluffy pink rabbit ear slippers. Barb really was taking extra special care. “The fuck are you wearing?” You shrugged. “Don’t ask.” “What are you doing here, Ope?” “Came to bring you home.” “How’d you find me?” Opie took another drag off his cigarette and tossed the butt to the ground, crushing it under his heavy boot. “I went by all your friends houses. When they hadn't seen you I got Juice to track your phone.” “Come in. I don't wanna let the cats out.” You nodded and stepped back, allowing him to enter. You had enough respect for Barb to not let her neighbours see you argue with a biker in front of her house. He walked in and you led him to the dining room, and you sat in your previous seat and sipped at your juice. Opie sat opposite you and reached for your hands. “I’m sorry babe.” You met his eye. “I know I need to make more of an effort.” You scoffed and looked away, knowing that if you looked into his eyes any longer you would break. “Its just the club is so-“ “I dont care about the club, Ope.” You interrupted. “You know I love the guys, and I don't mind that you spend so much time with them. I really dont.” “But you cant keep standing me up. Especially in front of my colleagues.” “I know babe.” You sighed and twiddled your fingers in your lap. Why was love so overpowering? You didn't want to cave. But you loved him so goddamned much that you knew you were going to give in. Your love for him was blinding and you were almost as naive as the first time you'd had this conversation. “I cant do this again.” “What are you saying?” “Im saying this is it. Your last shot.” His face broke into a smile but you shook your head. “I mean it Opie. If you fuck this up Im gone. And not just to Barbs for a week. I mean really gone.” Opie nodded and slid out of his seat. He knelt in front of you and grabbed your hands, pulling you round to face him. He cupped your face in his hands and pulled your lips towards his. “I will fix this. I promise.” You exhaled through your nose and nodded. “Will you come home?” You nodded. He looked into your eyes and smiled warmly. “You look like you joined a cult.” You sniggered. “You think this is bad? You shoulda seen the underwear she left out for me.” Opie smirked. “Are you wearing them now?” You bit your lip and lifted your hands, playing with your braids between your fingers. “Im not wearing aaaanything.” You whispered. A low growl left his throat and he pushed your knees apart, making you gasp. He hooked his hands under your knees and you wrapped your arms around his neck. He lifted your body off the seat and placed you on the table, his lips crashing down on yours. “I missed you,” You moaned against his lips as his hungry hands roamed over your body. You could feel his smile against your lips. And by the way he made love to you, on the dining room table with all seven of Barbs cats watching, you could tell he had missed you too. And you could tel that this time,things were different.

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[dorkcresswxll]

Hi, hello, yes, the ship meme plz? With these two dorks? I need it?

send me a ship and I’ll tell you:

Who’s more dominant: dirk. he’s more loud and assertive and confident. he’d never do anything xeno doesn’t want, but he’d be the one to initiate.

Who’s the cuddler: dirk, at first – he’s so full of unbridled affection for xeno and he shows his affections freely: hand on his hip as they wait in line, forehead pressed against his temple as they listened to the radio, hands wrapped around his shoulders and midsection as they lay in bed. he takes every opportunity to caress his skin, every crevice of xeno he can touch, and every touch feels like a gift – like something he did not earn but could not turn away, could never have enough of. but xeno is full of affection and honesty and returns the sentiments completely – it only takes him more time to be comfortable with initiating touch.

Who’s the big spoon/little spoon: mostly dirk – but it depends on the mood tbh. they flipflop between whose the doting boyfriend and whose the one being doted on. lol.

What’s their favorite non-sexual activity: playing the guitar. or trying to lol dirk is hopeless. peeling parsnips and brewing potions, taking a stroll in the woods and gathering wild ingredients, baking goodies in xeno’s small kitchen, tending the flower patches outside the caravan, protesting in the streets of diagon. there is literally so much and tbh as long as xeno’s enjoying himself dirk is having the time of his life lmao.

Who uses all the hot water: dirk. he’s the fucking least considerate he’d be like ‘oh it’s not like im using ALL the hot water there’s gotta be some left in there’ but he is. all the hot water all of it. after which he’ll freak out and wave his wand and try n get the water hot again lmao. prolly spent a week looking for the right spell for that maybe even made one himself lbr.

Most trivial thing they fight over: whether to put the mushroom vase over here or over there – dirk is pedantic af and a perfectionist meanwhile xeno’s the most spontaneous and needs things to not be super organized lmao. dirk needs to chill.

Who does most of the cleaning: what cleaning. what do you mean. lol dirk does yes. xeno’s messy af and dirk’s not-as-messy-but-usually-pretty-messy self will have to haul ass and take responsibility for house cleaning otherwise the place’ll just be a fucking dumpster lmao.

What has a season pass on their dvr/Who controls the netflix queue: im gonna pretend this is about the radio instead and say that it just depends on the mood. mostly they just flip through stations and stop when something catches someone’s fancy and just listen.

Who calls up the super/landlord when the heat’s not working: dirk. he’s the one with a modicum of social skills lmao.  

Who leaves their stuff around: both. they’re ridiculously messy bois. dirk just ends up feeling guilty when stuff keep piling up and starts to try n clean up the mess.

Who remembers to buy the milk: dirk goes out to buy milk. comes back with flour, peelers, bracelets, a book on caterpillars’ breeding habits and a cork-bottle necklace. where’s the milk? he forgot to buy the milk. honestly he should not be allowed to go shopping ever it’s a hazard. xeno will have to step up here.

Who remembers anniversaries: both. dirk keeps a handheld calendar in his pocket when an anniversary is close by and ticks the days off meticulously. xeno leaves colorful notes beside his bed and on the counter and the fridge and places he knows he’ll look so he doesn’t forget. mutters and hums and probably makes up a song for every anniversary to remind himself.

Who cooks normally: depends on whose feeling it. when they can they both sit by the counter and start cutting up onions and peeling carrots and cooking. sometimes they talk about trivial things and sometimes it’s silent save for the sound of xeno’s humming. it’s always calming tho.

How often do they fight: not often. they always try and work things out between them but if they fight it’s either about xeno not appreciating himself enough, dirk not appreciating himself enough, one of them putting themself in unnecessary danger and making the other worried sick, or a clash on views regarding aversio. namely dirk thinks they’re the best things since peanut butter while xeno is less thrilled. lmao.

What do they do when they’re away from each other: ?????? i have no idea. whatever they do during their day usually. but when something funny/interesting happens dirk’s first thought is usually ‘i gotta tell xeno about this.’ 

Nicknames for each other: NO IDEA. this’ll have to come up during play cause i FEEL there’s gotta be three thousand nicknames somewhere but where. where are they. they will come i am certain!!

Who is more likely to pay for dinner: whoever gets their wallet out first. it’s a bit of a competition. dirk gets sneaky sometimes and distracts xeno with his pretty eyes and cheekbones then pays before xeno can blink. it’s his favorite thing.

Who steals the covers at night: xeno lmao. he’s not used to sharing the covers.

What would they get each other for gifts:

Who kissed who first: …….uncharted territory but prolly dirk. impulsively. he prolly thought ‘im gonna die anyway so i gotta’ and then was the most offended at the earth for not opening up and swallowing him whole immediately afterwards.

Who made the first move: u nch a r ted. ter rit ory.

Who remembers things: both. they watch each other closely. they pick up on cues and learn each other’s tells and remember things.

Who started the relationship: UN CHA RT ED.

Who cusses more: neither??????????? i can’t think of an instance where either of them cursed. i think dirk might if he was frustrated enough or something.

What would they do if the other one was hurt: they will find the reason and destroy it.

Who is the dirty talker: neither. lmao. xeno is a virgin and dirk is inexperienced. they giggle a lot while doing it anyway so like who even said they’re mature enough for that.

A head canon: at some point in dirk’s quest to set xeno and pandora together while pounding his stubborn emotions for xeno deep beneath ground level, he decides to teach him slow dancing. because it’s a skill any romantically inclined, respectable young man must learn, and because dirk is a good friend who will teach xeno this very important skill and will not let any stubborn, selfish feelings stop him from doing the right thing. and because he’d spent the last few weeks wondering what it would feel like to lay his hand on the other’s hip, thumb rubbing circles over cloth, fingers touching as he guides him through the dance.

it hurts. like stars have burst from within his belly, have set his insides aflame, have set his skin alight – it’s a beautiful pain and he would do it again. he knows this, resigned to the truth of his hopelessness, and as xeno’s lips stretch to a wide grin, dirk tries very hard not to kiss him. it’s the hardest thing he’s ever done.  

#( meme.) #( u kno i had too many feels to not do something about it. also that last hc is my fave ) #( xeno.)

[punkscowardschampions]

Rio & Indie

Rio: Are you sitting comfortably? Rio: Because I have POTENTIAL GOOD NEWS FOR ONCE Indie: im cotched baby ✌✌ come thru Indie: whats good? Rio: I found a place Rio: well, Buster did but 'low letting him get all the credit Rio: The lady just rang and said I can go see it at 4 Indie: IS IT??? omf dats so sick Indie: who did mckenna have to mesh like? Indie: bring me w i can leave school rn Rio: Yeah, I know right Rio: Jammy sod but we're well in with a chance as long as it's not like, nothing like the pics Rio: it's a bit outta the 24 but still only a bus ride in so Rio: [Sends said pics] What you think girl?! Indie: hes gon be flexin for days b ready for that 😂😏😂 Indie: bitch we movin up Indie: that place is bare hectic Indie: like a real madness Indie: 😍😍😍😍💖💖👑👑 Rio: 😏 Nothing out the ordinary then Rio: Yeah? I really like it too Rio: I'll swing by, say you've got dentist, whatever Rio: One of the rooms got an en-suite and everything like, no queues for the bathroom what Indie: this got me some type of way Indie: im hyped Indie: they gon let me keep 🐶 w us tho?? Rio: It didn't say nah so we're keeping it quiet but not not bringing him obvs Rio: keep up his training it ain't gonna be an issue, like Indie: BITCH WHAT IS THIS FEELIN Indie: tryna recognise it Indie: buzzin Rio: 🙌🙌🙌 Rio: I got a good feeling about it, it's near St Stephen's green like so Bomber can have walks and not have to worry about glass and shit everywhere Indie: bout to happy cry all up in this lesso Indie: n Indie: i can take my younger w too Rio: I love you babe Rio: it's gon' be so much better and Drew ain't got no claims or no key this time Rio: exactly, Ro be way more hyped letting her in these ends Indie: how this real?? it feels jokes Indie: heads are 👀ing me & i aint care Indie: ya girl havin some emotions step off it Rio: That's what I kept saying man Rio: like such an idiot like what, is this real life, nah, not me 😂 Rio: serious, they ain't know we living the good life, gotta go Indie: ITS HOW YOUR MANS BE LIVIN 💸💸💸 Indie: imma lips him Indie: soz bout it Rio: 😂 I'll let you live, you highkey in your emotions Rio: 'bout him though Rio: you're okay if he wanna live there too, when he comes for Uni? Rio: He doesn't have to, not like they don't have a house, not that far away, like Indie: babe you kno i aint tryna borrow your garms big love but like daddy delivers in all them ways and aint none of us vexiin Indie: he gotta respect my 🐶 mans but if they bros then yeah Rio: Yeah? Rio: Good Rio: we can do it on our own regardless but it'll be easier if he twos it Rio: and obvs, I want him there, ew 😜 Indie: imagine if you be like nah mckenna pay dem bills & dont be comin round 😂😂😂 Indie: its chill fr he aint no wasteman i be tryna avoid Indie: he havin his daddy moment Rio: Ain't tryna be that kinda daddy like soz taking away all dem perks Rio: Rude 😂 Rio: He loves you too, babe Indie: ri we all been knew what kinda wifey you gon b 😂😏😏😂 Indie: he comes for my gaming shit he getting merked tho keep that discipline fo yoself in your bed Rio: Hush child 🤐😏 Rio: Double hush, I don't even know if he 'bout that life so you safe Rio: though challenge him at ur own risk I ain't being part of that 🙄 Indie: thats how it gon b i 👀 Indie: i got a serious q but i aint tryna bring the mood ⬇ Rio: Seen not heard, with you? Doubt that 😉 Rio: go for it Indie: drew cant stop me innit Indie: like for real Rio: I don't see how, like Rio: who's he going to to 'fight' for you Rio: where's his case for us not looking after you/him ever doing it Indie: ✌✌✌✌✌ Indie: he probs not even gon show but Indie: he always coming to take me from home wen i was lil u kno Rio: I know baby Rio: but he never could keep you Rio: and lbr you gonna be actual grown soon, he really ain't got a leg to stand on, I promise, even if he comes through chattin' Indie: i love you Indie: more than Rio: I love you too, it's gonna be so legit, promise Rio: all the shit we liked from our old, but better too Indie: true man we did the most but that yard was clapped Indie: it was a time & imma miss it but this b a better one Indie: a fucking extra hype era or some shit Rio: 👑 Rio: that's the vibe Rio: can bring the 24 realness with without the bullshit, yeah Indie: innit tho Indie: lowkey repin for all my years but Indie: bitch im 🔥🔥⬆⬆ Rio: We should celebrate 'fore we go Rio: also you need diff garms 'cos not showing up with you in uniform like I'm your single muvva Rio: giving the game away shh Indie: lets break into our former & give it the send off it shoulda had Indie: ruuuude Indie: you is my ma deal w that Indie: still sexy w it so Rio: nah shadier to let him keep it Rio: welcome for the glo up boy Rio: 💋 i'll take it Indie: 😂😂😂😂 Indie: im only vexed cos he aint had my baby sis there but you kno he bringin them other young girls back how he do Indie: waste Rio: 😬 Rio: too real Rio: too gross Rio: does anyone know if he's tried to talk to ro or they have orrrr Rio: like what's going on fr Indie: she blockin hardcore Indie: she dont want him near but from what i 👀 & 👂 he aint tryna reach anyway Rio: 😒 Rio: even if he did just to say i know u don't want me here but if u do Rio: bare minimum Rio: whatever Rio: their drama, not ours Rio: we gettin' good Indie: fr if he aint tryna see her i is Indie: she got real fam Indie: & me too Indie: we all good Rio: mhmm Rio: him doing his part on him Rio: we all doing ours Rio: she's cute then, yeah? Indie: o you aint seen Indie: my bad Indie: u wanna? Rio: nah not yet, like it weren't explicitly stated but Rio: we know she don't want me near either Indie: i got you Indie: ill bring her to you mama Indie: my girls can meet Rio: Are you sure? Rio: idk if she letting her out of her sight like that yet Indie: its chill man Indie: if step ma be startin i got the other to back me Rio: We'll sort that Saturday yeah Rio: can't be giving her the cribs exclusive or the estate agent will be coming at me with catchment areas fr Indie: 😂😂😂 Indie: boo how we celebratin Indie: mckenna aint here thats dry Indie: boy earned his place Rio: I know 😕 Rio: we go out and do it again when he is Rio: we keep it lowkey for now, get some food 'forehand 'cos know you ravenous Rio: then if we fucking with it we can get something extra that we gon' need Indie: truuuuuuu Indie: yeah girl this is beast Indie: im so about it Rio: It's a new block so if we get it we can be in there like, straight away Rio: no one has to move out, it ain't trashed Rio: 😍 Indie: safe Indie: can i roll out the school gates now cos ☁ 9 mood Indie: floating like Rio: I'm omw to pick you but lemme call 'em and you can roll out and meet me somewhere else 'cos I'm still like 15mins away Indie: 😍😍😍😍 Indie: I'll be boardin & 🚬 catch me wen Rio: 👍 Indie: here i be thinkin my day was bare decent cos a lad chirpsin me in the science lab Indie: naaaaaah bitch Rio: Ooh Rio: 'bout it tho Rio: made School worth attending Indie: innit he just rolled up Indie: new boy vibes Rio: 😍 Rio: literally never happened when i was here so rude Rio: known everyone from day 1, blessin' n curse Rio: gimme deets as they come in tho Indie: ikr but its bare long in the year to be criss and showin face 1st time Indie: suspect Rio: wys Rio: he a 30 spy pretending to be a kid orr Indie: idk Indie: but if he a fed he looking fresh on it Rio: 😂 Rio: Mystery, love that Rio: only one way to find out Indie: but like Indie: can i? Rio: Why not? Indie: u kno Rio: Yeah Rio: Take everything at your pace, however that be Rio: this is just chatting we talking about, you good Indie: yeah i can trust innit Indie: bills is right not all lads be like Rio: yeah, if he get it twisted off a convo then he the thirsty cringe one Rio: give it a shot Indie: he so lush lookin tho 😍😍😍 i been knew i said this afore but actual Indie: 👼🏿 Rio: so 'bout that Rio: defs why you wanted to bounce tho Rio: not want me 👀 like the nosy ma I is 😉 Indie: nah dont want him spying you cos you 🔥😍👑 Rio: 😏 gas up your old woman Rio: never gon' say no Indie: you kno its the mood of the century Indie: mckenna beggin for you still Rio: Hope so Rio: need that rent boy Indie: can always shot the 💍 baby Indie: 💎💎💸💸💸💸 Rio: 😭 Rio: Baby no Indie: jam babe i got jokes Indie: we playin Rio: I can't Rio: if he bounce I gonna just wear it forever Rio: awkward for him, soz Indie: 😂😂😂 Indie: he too cuffed to run now Rio: Thanks Ann Summer Indie: i aint never been there Indie: soz bout it Indie: sure she a real one Rio: it's a bit retro these days but you know Rio: not missing much babe Indie: 👌👌 Indie: all lube & lace yeah? Rio: 😂 in a word Indie: no catch me rollin up then i aint need none Rio: okay babe Rio: lemme know if you need anything though, I got you Indie: you wild Indie: what you think i need ma? Rio: well idk Rio: not gonna give you ideas you ain't have but s'a whole world beyond ann and her rabbit Indie: 😂😂😂 Indie: you always tryna get me riding batteries Rio: i am not 😂 make me sound like such a wrongen Rio: tryna make sure u know what u want Indie: we been knew i dont Indie: going for those wronguns myself Rio: gotta explore babygirl Indie: 😒🤔 Rio: Not now, like Rio: we busy bitches Indie: catch me on the street bein indecent hold up Rio: 😏 behave Rio: got mark on your name as is Indie: what you sayin bout Rio: that police always after you without that madness Indie: keepin things fresh for the jakes and the rollers least Indie: they welcome Rio: miss me with that underage bait gurl 😏 Indie: 👌👌👌👌 Indie: 👵 Rio: 😡 cheeky bitch Indie: 💋 Indie: big love baby Rio: I see u Rio: get in 'fore I give you a love tap, like Indie: keep it peaceful Indie: ✌✌ Rio: 💋

[gray--dragneel]

The cutest thing he’s ever seen

[Ao3]

Drunk. Kageyama is so fucking drunk.

In hindsight, going out with both Nishinoya and Tanaka was not the brightest idea. Kageyama knows he’s a lightweight. While Tanaka considers himself ‘an alcohol vet’, between him and Nishinoya, Noya is the goddamn tank. Letting them talk him into trying to keep up with them, he was doomed from the start.

“How did I wind up being the one who got cut off?” Nishinoya cackles as Kageyama rubs his forehead. “I'm not the one who walked face first into a pillar.”

“No one saw that but you,” Kageyama huffs. “Stop bringing it up.”

“Besides,” Tanaka says, slinging his arm around Nishinoya’s shoulders, “you're the one who got caught yanking Kags’ shirt down and motorboating his pecs. Anyone would cut you off after that.”

Nishinoya shrugs unapologetically. “His fault for wearing a V neck.”

“And for having such an impeccable chest.” Tanaka waggles his eyebrows and nudges Kageyama in the ribs.

Nishinoya doubles over with laughter and Kageyama covers his face. “Guys, shut up, you're embarrassing me.”

By the time Tanaka has calmed down, Nishinoya is already onto the next thing. “Food!” he cries excitedly. “I need a chicken caesar pita!”

“That's so gross. Why don't you just eat a salad?” Tanaka asks.

Nishinoya grabs Kageyama’s hand and drags him towards the Pita Pit. “They're delicious, ‘Naka, you gotta try one.”

“Nuh uh.”

They playfully bicker all the way up the street and Kageyama shakes his head, barely suppressing a smile.

They barely make it in the door before another wave of drunk college students line up behind them, extending the queue to the sidewalk.

“There are, like, 8 people ahead of us,” Tanaka groans. “Let’s just go to McDonald's.”

“No way! The wait’s worth it, right Kageyama?”

Kageyama just nods and stares ahead at the man taking everyone’s order. Shouyou . He has to squint to see the familiar name tag from back here but that's probably because he’s wasted.

“Well, there’s gotta be some reason Tobio comes here four times a week,” Nishinoya argues.

“Yeah, ‘cause Shouyou is the cutest thing I've ever-” Kageyama promptly snaps his mouth shut when Tanaka and Nishinoya go wide eyed.

“Whaaa?!” Tanaka asks, voice verging on a squeak.

“Shh!” Kageyama covers his mouth. “He’ll hear you!”

“Tobe,” Nishinoya says, tone accusing, “why didn't you tell me? I come here with you all the time.”

“Because I knew if I told you, you’d say something to…oh god. I'm leaving.”

Shouyou looks up at that moment and waves, an ear to ear grin stretching across his face and Kageyama’s cheeks burn. The way Kageyama’s stomach swoops when he waves back keeps him rooted in place.

“Heh, bet you won't be going anywhere now,” Nishinoya chuckles.

Tanaka pries Kageyama’s hand off his face. “He totally likes you back,” he says in his version of a whisper. “You should ask him out!”

“Forget it,” Kageyama hisses. “I’m not gonna be that guy.” He refuses to harass Shouyou, no matter how adorable he is or how badly he wants to hold his hand. Heat pricks at his face. His already lacking filter is completely obliterated. He’s never getting this drunk again.

“What’s the worst that can happen?” Nishinoya asks.

Kageyama’s brows furrow together as he looks ahead, catching yet another drunk customer flirting with Shouyou. Kageyama is annoyed for him, listening to the girl prattle on about how cute he is and how they have to go out sometime. The same as always Shouyou barely suppresses a sigh by running his fingers through his unruly hair and prompts her to keep ordering, “Lettuce, onion, tomato?”

The girl answers him, only to insist immediately after that he at least take her number if he won't give his out to customers. Shouyou’s bright smile falters and Kageyama nearly feels sick imagining being responsible for that.

“Well?” Tanaka asks.

Kageyama takes his eyes off of Shouyou to fix his friends with a strained expression. “Have you guys even thought about what you're going to order? We’re almost at the front.”

Heaving a sigh of relief, Kageyama is actually thankful when they return to loudly arguing about whether chicken caesar salads belong in a pita or not.

Their distraction is short lived once they reach the counter and Shouyou grins brilliantly at Kageyama again. “Hey, Bo!” Shouyou calls to the man working the grill, “Chicken bacon pita, tomato, onion, spinach, extra green pepper, and chipotle mayo.”

“Oooh,” Tanaka singsongs. “Tobio must be a special customer if you have his order memorized.” It takes every ounce of willpower Kageyama possesses not to kick his senpai in the shin.

“Of course,” Shouyou laughs and Kageyama’s pulse stutters out of rhythm. “He’s the highlight of my shift Mondays, Thursdays, and twice on Saturdays.”

“He even stays half an hour longer on Thursdays so he can see him,” the silver haired man prepping food practically yells. Nishinoya’s smirk is so obvious in Kageyama’s peripheral he’d want the floor to swallow him up if he weren't internally screaming.

“Koutarou!” Shouyou gasps. “Be cool!”

“Oh?” Nishinoya finally pipes up. “And do you find my precious little blueberry here cute?” Kageyama gapes at him.

“Noya!” Kageyama hisses, colour creeping up his neck.

“Because he thinks you're, oh what did he say?” Nishinoya looks at Tanaka with a mischievous smile. “The cutest thing he's ever seen.”

Shouyou blinks those big, warm eyes at Kageyama and all he can do is blurt out a quick I'm sorry before stepping behind Nishinoya as if that’ll shield him from Shouyou’s shocked gaze.

“Tobio, stop hiding!” Tanaka chides playfully. “That's so rude.”

“Yeah, Tobio!” Nishinoya says, trying to pull him back around.

“He does know we can see him, right?” the tall, spiky haired man wrapping the pitas asks Koutarou.

“You're holding up the line,” Kageyama growls to his traitorous friends, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring at the floor.

Nishinoya and Tanaka practically pout and grumble their way through their orders, only lighting up when Shouyou sneaks little glances at Kageyama and visibly melts.

“Order up!” Koutarou declares loudly, sliding Kageyama's pita across the counter.

“Here you go,” Shouyou says shyly. “It's on me tonight.”

Kageyama gapes at him a moment before mumbling his thanks and digging into his pocket. He drops a handful of change into the tip jar before taking the pita from Shouyou and bolting outside.

He watches Nishinoya and Tanaka chit chat with Shouyou a little longer while they wait on their food and he prays to literally anything listening that they aren't embarrassing him further.

Tanaka whispers in Noya’s ear and the two throw a devious look at Kageyama over their shoulders before scribbling something on the back of their receipt and tossing it into the tip jar.

They've barely bid Shouyou good night before Kageyama is glaring at them.

“What was that? What on earth did you do before you left?” Kageyama demands once they've stepped outside.

“Oh, nothing,” they answer at the same time.

“Stop that. You know it creeps me out.”

Tanaka shrugs. “Then don't ask.”

Kageyama groans. He has a bad feeling about this. “Let's just go home.” If he's lucky, he’s drunk enough that he won’t even remember this in the morning.

Kageyama’s phone blares, yanking him reluctantly into consciousness. He cradles his pounding head for a moment before rifling through his jeans for the offending device. He one eyes the screen and almost ignores it when no name accompanies the number.

“Fuck,” he murmurs and swipes across the screen. “H’llo?”

A familiar chuckle comes through the line. “You sound rough.”

“No shit,” Kageyama huffs. “Do you have any idea what time it is? Who is this?”

The sound of barely stifled laughter does little to lift Kageyama’s mood. “It’s 1 in the afternoon.” Kageyama merely grunts and lets the silence stretch on until the stranger clears his throat. “It’s Hinata. Uh, Shouyou. From the Pita Pit.”

Shouyou?

Oh god. Oh no, oh fuck. Kageyama buries his face in his pillow as memories from the night before flood in, mortifying and unwelcome. “I am so, sososo sorry,” he rushes out. “I was so-”

“What?” Shouyou asks. “I can’t understand you.” Kageyama doesn't have it in him to repeat himself. He doesn't think he can ever speak to Shouyou again let alone face him after last night. “Anyway, I think your friends left your number in the tip jar? And I never call customers who come in all wasted-” Kageyama makes a small, pitiful sound in the back of his throat, “- but since you come in a lot, I figured it’d be okay!” Hinata says quickly. “And, well, if your friend was telling the truth, I'm really flattered and I was hoping you’d go out with me?”

Kageyama bolts up, blinking and starting to wonder if he's still drunk.

“Tobio?”

Kageyama chokes and hangs up his phone.

“You did what?” Tanaka laughs so hard he snorts.

“I panicked,” Kageyama grumbles, forehead leaning against the table. “Is the coffee ready yet?”

“No avoiding the subject,” Nishinoya says. “Do you want to go out with him?”

Kageyama scowls.

“Well?” Tanaka asks around a mouthful of cereal.

“Do you two ever mind your own business?”

Tanaka and Nishinoya look at each other. “That’s a yes.”

“So creepy.” Kageyama finally pokes his head up. “Gimme some coffee.”

“No coffee until you promise to go see Shouyou,” Tanaka says in the most stern voice Kageyama’s heard him use.

“What the-”

“Go get dressed,” Nishinoya says. “We’ll have your coffee ready when you come out.”

Kageyama stands outside the Pita Pit completely dumbfounded. How had he been talked into coming back?

He grips his thermos until his knuckles whiten, trying to steel his resolve. All he has to do is say yes and he can go out with Shouyou, right? Unless he thinks Kageyama is a total fucking weirdo after last night and this morning.

A man Kageyama recognizes as the manager pokes his head out the door. “Can I help you with something?” His name tag reads Sawamura. “You’ve been standing here for 10 minutes and I think it's starting to count as loitering.”

“Oh, sorry,” Kageyama says quietly, following after him. Sawamura looks at him expectantly when they're inside. “Is Shouyou here?”

“Check it out, Bo. Lover boy came back.”

Sawamura shoots him a warning look. “Quiet down, Tetsurou.”

Kageyama’s ready to flee again but Sawamura interrupts him. “Yeah, Shouyou’s here,” he says much louder than necessary. “He’s not on shift today but he came in to distract his co-workers during post lunch rush clean up!”

A small squeak sounds from the back room and Shouyou comes barreling out of the back room, already apologizing. “I was just asking Hitoka about the new procedure on- Tobio!” he gasps, bright smile taking the last traces of fear off his face.

“Oya? Did you hear about a new procedure called Tobio, Kou?” Tetsurou asks.

“No, I didn't. We should ask Hitoka to tell us all about it.” Koutarou laughs when Shouyou sticks his tongue out at him.

“Knock it off, boys.” Sawamura shakes his head and walks into the back.

Once Shouyou is able to give Kageyama his full attention, he remembers to be nervous. “Hi, Tobio.”

Kageyama nods, eyes glued to the floor.

“Did you forget something last night?” Kageyama shakes his head. “Did you come to see me, then?” Kageyama squeezes his eyes shut and nods. “I’m glad.”

After a few seconds, Kageyama manages to open his eyes and look at Shouyou a moment. “Yes,” he blurts out, ignoring their little audience. “I mean I'll-” Kageyama stares at the wall. “Yes.”

Shouyou’s face lights up. “Are you free right now?”

Kageyama peaks at him out of the corner of his eye. “Yeah.”

There's a glint in Shouyou’s eye. “Want to go for a drink?”

Kageyama gags, but he thinks it's worth it to hear Shouyou laugh. “Not funny,” he says despite the giddy feeling in his belly.

“Okay, okay, I'm sorry.” Shouyou bites his lip as he looks up at Kageyama. “Ramen’s pretty good for a hangover and I know a great recipe if you're interested.”

Kageyama doesn't answer for a moment, just watches pink dust over the handful of freckles on Shouyou’s cheeks until he tugs on his hand, anxious for Kageyama to say something.

He squeezes Shouyou’s hand. “Yeah. Definitely interested.”

#kagehina #life ruining jerks #kageyama tobio #hinata shouyou #tanaka ryuunosuke #nishinoya yuu #my writing

[pog-with-a-blog]

I wrote this at 1 am after taking sleeping pills it’s great I’ma queue it for tomorrow idk if it’s worth reading but I, in my current mental state, consider it my magnum opus

I like honestl was led to believe that edgar allen poe was a good author but like. Damn. 

So I really like reading murder cases, like complicated ones, idk why. But I decided to see if I could do something slightly less creepy and I ended up on “the murders in the rue morgue” and like not to spoil a shitty disappointing mystery or anything but

Ok first off before the murder even happens he trys to pull a BBC sherlock. Like he met the fuckin guy at a book store and they were both trying to find a book that very few people had ever heard of. And then he saw him 2 more times and he was like “o shit damn I MUST get to know this guy”

and like honestly just take a quote that will explain everything else 

 “the force of his busy mind was like a bright light in my soul. I felt that the friendship of such a man would be for me riches without price. I therefore told him of my feelings toward him, and he agreed to come and live with me.”

no homo and then the guy watches him for 15 minutes while they walk in silence and then proceeds to tell him his entire thought sequence all because he knows him so well he says shit like “you looked at the stars so I looked at the stars and noticed orion was super bright so you must be thinking of orion and we read an article in the newspaper about an actor that quoted a book we both read about orion and I knew you would think of that actor and then you stood up straighter so I knew you were thinking of how short he was and he would do better in less serious plays”

“so then I was like ‘I agree, he is p short’ not to like impress you or anything just, like u know”

no homo tho. totally no homo. just 2 really good buddy pals

Ok done with that now the fuckin mystery. Two women sitting in a bedroom with only one bed, but multiple tables and chairs, reading some old papers and letters of no interest door locked from the inside but window wide open, fake locks on the windows but real hidden locks also

The mob heard an orangutan and not one person recognized it as an animal, they all thought it was a person speaking a language they didn’t know. 

Multiple people hear this orangutan in this room they were not in, but *noone* saw it running through the streets of paris or into the house

Not only that but there just happened to be someone who was a native speaker of french, english, spanish, and italian, all of whom heard the orangutan, just by chance. Also one of them, in france, did not even know enough french to tell the difference between an orangutan and a person speaking french, or recognize the phrase “mon dieu”

and also *neither* of the women hear the fuckin thing come in and stand there watching them (o btw it carried a knife all through paris and also while it climbed up a pole it still didn’t drop the knife) 

so then it, no motive, pure fear, cuts the woman’s head *almost* off, but not all the way off, and throws her out the window and she falls 4 stories, which still did not result in the full detachment of her head. Yet it fell off on it’s own when her body was picked up minutes later. 

then, again, pure fear, strangles a girl, like immediately upon seeing her goes straight to the “hands around neck til she dies which probably is not instantaneous idk??” but like. no motive just a scared stupid monkey. We know he’s stupid and acting with no intention because at one point he runs around the room aimlessly in fear, breaking all the furniture. But also he is patient enough to keep his hands around her neck til she dies

Now a note: If I were to find a bed ripped to pieces and covered in blood, I would probably not describe it as “there was one bed. everything has been taken from it and thrown into the middle of the floor”, I doubt  I would refer to it as a bed honestly considering it sounds like it was quite deconstructed??? 

Back to monkey. Not smart enough to kill with intention, but smart enough to attempt to know he did wrong and shove a body up a chimney and throw the other one out the window before fleeing

or maybe that’s just what monkeys do when they get scared. Shove dead bodies up chimneys and throw them out windows. 

oh and he closed the window behind him when he left how sweet

and then continued to roam the streets of paris without being found or committing more murders

and then mr. Gunna Fuck a Book  is totally getting off to Mr.  Book telling him that he posted an add in the paper saying they found an orangutan and the person who lost it should come get it and they know he’s a sailor btw

and he’s like “yeah I know it was an orangutan bc noone could tell what it was saying and I honestly don’t know he’s a sailor but sailors are strong enough to climb poles into the house like that and also they go to faraway places where orangutans can be acquired so like yeah it probably is might as well say that in the ad” and then  he’s like “shh I hear footsteps and right on cue mr. ex-orangutan-owner walks in in his sailor suit asking if they got his orangutan like im sorry do you see a giant ass monkey here bc i don’t

and then he tells them all abt how he and his male friend went into the forest, like no, i gotta quote this shit again

“But we went — a friend and I — we went into that forest — for pleasure.” 

no homo anyway we cought the monkey and brought it back and it caused ALOt of problems being all big and strong and stuff so I was like “why not bring it to paris haha what a great idea :)” 

and he keeps it in his apartment and I guess either it didn’t make noise or it did and all the neighbors just though he has like a new friend who didn’t speak a language they knew and yelled alot idk? 

#mp #oh poe you gay sapiosexual weirdo

[mikeyfuckinway]

men's tummies my beloved

#i love men #would like to be loved by a man as another man #chubbish and sturdy scruffy man x smaller gnc man my beloved #aries.txt #im not street but i queue what i gotta queue

[izzpeng]

Unsent Emails

25/08/2016

To: [email protected]

Subject: Surprise bitch, I'm back!

Dear Smithy,

First of all I would like to say, fuck you for telling me I wouldn't get an A* in maths just because I messed around in class too much. Second of all, I would like to thank you for being a fraction of motivation in my math studies. I have to admit, I liked you enough to study 10% harder than I usually do and for that you deserve a blog post dedicated to you, just kidding you worthless piece of shit who wont even dedicate your thoughts to me. But it's too late now, so you're very fortunate for even being mentioned in my oh so popular blog.

Thanks for being a great teacher/supporter/motivator/useless advisor/racist bastard/...friend. See you in the afterlife you dick.

With cold fury,

Izzati Azhan

To: [email protected]

Subject: God Bless the Lopez

Dear Lopezo Mighty,

You don't deserve a 'fuck you' because you knew my potential and only encouraged me day after day, with your sadistic humour and the quiet blazing fire dancing in your eyes which was the only sign that you're actually human. I'd express my gratitude in a 10,000 word essay but I'm sure you'll just read the introduction and conclusion and base my grade off those two paragraphs. But without your life coaching I would not have gotten A*A* for both my Eng Lit and Lang. Dare I say it, thank you for setting us a Date Wiv Des Tinny, those practice papers were torture each week but well worth it in the end. You are my spirit animal in all dimensions, maybe except in Hell where you'd be Satan but...

Stay Healthy Senôr!

With all my love (though you believe it is just another concept of convenience),

Izzati Azhan

To: [email protected]

Subject: bust out the roti, girl its about to get some of this izzatikkamasala

Dear Beenal the Brindian,

I know I know, this time its a fuck me for getting an A and not an A* but Miss I was 3 marks of an A* if that makes you feel any better, it does with me! I actually don't feel that thankful towards you since I do feel I did hm... mostly all the work, I took the exam after all. But an email of gratitude to show manners and my kissing ass abilities can't hurt can it? So terima kasih for all the lessons you spent dramatically telling us your stories, sometimes even twice of the same one, thanks for letting me doodle in class just because you talk a lot of the time and therefore I am allowed to half listen. I wouldn't be the indian food loving person I am today without you, oh and almost forgot... of course thanks for helping me achieve that almost A*! Fuck the examiner for me next time will ya.

With all my beloved assets,

Izzati Azhan

To: [email protected]

Subject: smile at me wit ur eyes, nat yo mouth only

Dear Turquoise Eyes,

I'd like to get to know the 16 yr old you but my chance has passed. Inappropriate flirting aside, guess what sir! I got exactly what I got in the most recent geo mocks 149/180 and I thought the mocks weren't an accurate indication. I'd like to thank you for having beautiful eyes and smiling at me even though on the inside you be like "lol fucktard thats the most incorrect answer ever, like not even close." I enjoyed your classes and you're sometimes funny but not on purpose, more like weird funny yknow? I think you'd like to get credit for my success but honestly i learnt how to answer case studies properly through Ajmal through Mr Cook, so who is really my teacher here? Me. Because I taught myself to sought answers and techniques elsewhere but sure I guess you can have some credit, those eyes deserve at least a generous 5%. lol ok bye tq

With a 9 on the Ritcher Scale,

Izzati Azhan,

You guessed it, the wait is over! #gcseresults2016 was trending on twitter and the sounds of 16yr olds packing their bags, getting ready to get disowned by their parents was the most honest and lit af song this year (after Frank Ocean's Blond of course). I admit its always nerve-wracking receiving results, where a single exam determines your ability to understand (or memorise) a two year course. But I had faith that with my prayers and hard work Allah gave me the results I truly deserved, so presumably my anxiety was on the down low while my trust in God was at sky high.

Alhamdulillah I got 3A's 6A*, I was so confident I would smash an A* with Business and Art but alas the grade boundaries proved me otherwise. With three fucking marks off an A* in Business I was so irritated at which examiner marked my paper, not irritated to risk a request for a remarking though. And Art, I hoped for an A*  but instead faced it's less prestigious sibling, an A. I asked around of course, not trying to compare or anything but I just needed to know what the students who I thought was for sure going to get A* actually got, to my delightful (?) surprise they too got an A which led me to believe that scoring an A* in Art is no easy business. Business isn't easy either lmao.

To this, I must admit defeat to my mother. She's been on my back for my choice of Art as an A-level subject saying its hard to score high in Art, but my cocky ass just waved it away and dismissed it altogether. Doubt has risen up in my throat, threatening my artistic capabilities to spill out across the walls of abandoned buildings as grafitti instead of street art. So thats something to think about before Saturday Morning.

UPDATE:

I attended Enrollment day alone, my heart beating, my eyes watering and my mind wandering. I chose to do IB diploma, for many reasons. I am just so drawn to how different it is, I think of all the future local Bruneians who did A-levels asking for the sam scholarship then I imagine the MoE going through the applications like "Great a-levels, a-levels, a-levels Oooo IB whats this?" and I just feel like I would have a standing chance you know? It would also help me to mix around with more international students and prepare for the university life so when I do go to university Insyallah I wont feel vulnerable and small.

But I just feel like my mother is against me taking IB, like she's trying to be supportive by giving a tight smile and grim nods but inside I know she's not convinced and this all happened on the way to the Arts Centre which made me even feel more queasy. My Father on the other hand, gave me a genuine "Go for it" which helped me so much on every level, I just need the motivation, just that little push to help me get going, feed me a trickle more of confidence.

So I had a choice to approach either Duckling or Dickinson on my IB subjects, and okay Dickinson was full okay there was a long queue and I ended up going to Duckling because I really had no choice! hehehhehhehehhe. Anyway I waved the papers in my hand high above to indicate that I was next and he laughed and told me to come and sit, so naturally I did. He took a look at my grades and praised me and then circled my subjects that I intend on studying, giving me advice that I should only need Math Studies seeing as how I'm not thinking of a mathematical kind of career. He then said " blablablabla Youre subjects are a smart choice, I think you're good to go, Welcome to the IB program"

And that was the clarity I was searching for, that little- push.

NOT JUST BCS HE'S HIM BUT BCS I NEEDED TO HEAR IT.

Just before that, Brindian approached me asking me  about my business results and encouraging me to take that remark because I was three marks off an A* saying that theres no reason I dont deserve the A*. I was uncertain because sure it makes me feel so fucking good about myself and so very satisfied, but who really needs an A* in GCSE Business to get accepted into a University? So I made a face. The face. and She went "What do you have to lose?" And of course one thing instantly came to mind "Um money?" then she gave me a look. The look. So I said I'll think about it and apparently only 1 or 2 students got A*. The thing is I actually would get it remarked if my Art grade also got bumped up to an A* but I have no idea what Ms Stroud is trying to do by contacting the exam board?

So thats that, she asked me about my ever so popular brother. So I told him oh he did well, she asked about which university and I replied Leicester and I told her that Im actually going off and missing 3 weeks of school. Then she went "oh you know Leicester's my hometown, in what area is he living because Im there in December" and i was like wtf creepy. And she continued saying "Oh Imagine if we just bumped into each other on the streets" and I was going to say something awkward because like what the fuck right? But Mr Duckling was open and ultimately saved me and she gestured me to go ahead.

After that, Mr mcluck approached me well not really, well kind of but it was super fucking awkward because I was waiting for my turn with Mrs Krüger and he was on the table nearby and made eye contact and he smiled and I returned it and i was like fuck am i suppose to go over lmao so i slowly sat down while he came over to me. YAKNOW gotta play hard to get. SO again he asked me are you happy with you results blablablabla were you nervous getting your results so I told him that I wasnt as nervous because other people were like "oh my life is over" and he laughed and blablablabla just mostly nodding and smiling. Then he asked me about my brother's results hi ok 2nd teacher to ask about my brother cool. I gave him a vague oh he did well and told him Leicester University on 18th September and I added that I was actually going to send him off and missing 3 weeks of school. Blablbalbalbalabl then he finally asked about IB saying that oh great choice.

And Wendy told me that at the YC Mcluck was talking about me to wendy asking me what I got and he saying that i Was exceptional kekekekkekekekk fuck man his eyes are so blue, dont think about it dont think about. Did i tell you I had a dream of him as Ben Affleck like wtf, first of all why would I even dream about him, maybe it was because I crossed his mind like just the night before omg. but whatever. Idk that made me feel so good about myself. Then Brindian thought that Fatin was Hana and approached Fatin and Wendy haahhahahahah and somehow started talking about me?? Like boi they both love me so much, I wonder if Lopez or Julibear bear talks about me like that. Sigh imagine

Smithy: Shes a fucking pain in the ass

Lupez: Intelligent fucking pain alright

Smithy and Lupez: But she's our pain in the ass.

OMGGGGGGGGG I loved all my GCSE teachers and classes! like those were the best days of my JIS experience so far. Art was super chill, she let us sing out loud together saying that we were the only class who did that and that she'll miss us :(((((((( Smithy couldnt care less, he just moved on click like that. Anyway, hope everyone got what they expected with their results or better and just remember kids, grades DO define who are and where you'll be in life. lol goodluck fam.

Izzati

[warmau]

hello!! would you mind writing an apartment neighbor au for yuta, taeil and sicheng? i'm really in love with your work by the way and thank you so much in advance! 💓💖

wah how sweet of you!! and sure, no problem!! (some1 asked for sicheng!!!!)find mark + jaehyung (here) // taeyong + ten + haechan (here) 

Yuta

what is,,,,,cleaning? who made up that concept,,,,,

owns like 5000 chargers for different like tech stuff like his consoles, his phone, his microwave, his helicam he bought for no apparent reason except for the fact that it looked cool, probably owns that hoverboard from nct dream??? does he use it??? no???? but it has a charger and all those chargers are tangled right in the corner of his room and it’s a Mess

eats in his bed and then says he doesn’t but when sicheng is over with taeyong and jaehyun he feels a crumb under his butt as he’s sitting on yuta’s bed and he was like “what,,,,,,,,,,the heck”

owns a wii u and gets super competitive in wii sports resort like,,,,,he doesn’t take games lightly

other than that he’s pretty simple. doesn’t own a lot of stuff which becomes a problem because he has like one towel and that towel is in the laundry so he has to run naked from the bathroom to his bedroom

and like instead of money gifts he’s just like for the holidays can someone buy me some drapes. mine tore like 4 months ago

has soccer memorabilia in his living room but it’s not displayed neatly it’s just a mess of soccer balls he sticks into the shelves and team jerseys and some old photographs from japan

his mom sends him photos and he puts those up but that’s like the extent of his decorating 

walks around in sweatpants and nothing else and leaves the window open and the neighbors are just like YUTA every time and he’s like sO RRy (never changes his habit tho)

and speaking of which you know yuta and he’s really friendly always smiling and you even saw him once dancing to a SISTAR song that was playing in the grocery store you were both in

so you���re like you know he’s a cute, silly guy 

but what you don’t know is that he’s also LOL player summorname: winwinshyung WHO KEEPS COMING FOR YOU in GAMES

and it’s because your apartment building is right above a pcroom and you always go down there to blow of steam but everytime you queue into a game,,,,,,your like ok whatever different people on your team

but this one ,,,,,, player,,,,,,winwinshyung,,,,,,,,,will not freakign get off your back

and it’s happened like 3 weeks in a row and you just want to know WHO this dude is

and it’s by chance that you get up to go buy some snacks and as you’re walking past another booth you see that the person is playing league,,,,,and their summorname,,,,,, oh my god its him ITS WINWINSHYUNG

and you try to get a peak of his face but you can’t so you do the old ‘bump into his chair and apologize’ trick and when the person looks up you almost fall over because,,,,,,,,,,,,that’s,,,,,

that’s yuta

and you’re like WHAT and he’s like oh!! you live in my building and you’re still on the fact that he’s the a**hole from your game like you can’t believe it

and you’re like “winwinshyung,,,,,is you?” and he’s like YEAH are you on my team whats your-

and you’re like “no im on the opposite team and im going to c R U S H you” and he’s taken aback but you stomp off to your seat and crack your knuckles and you’re like LETS DO THIS

and the whole time you’re playing your like “do it so you won’t get embarrassed in front of him. he’s your neighbor. you gotta. do it. kill his TEAM,,,,,,curse him and his,,,,,really handsome face and good gaming skills”

but ofc,,,,,,,,,,,you lose and once you get up you’re shocked to see yuta standing there and he’s like smiling and you’re like he’s gonna rub it in

but he goes “you did really well!!! i was surprised you could hold me off for so long!!!” and you’re like what and he’s like “that was our team  strategy for me to keep you preoccupied. you were really strong though, we should game together!”

and you’re like.,,,why is he being all nice and you wanna be like “bye” but he’s like digging around in his pocket and he’s like “good neighbors should treat each other, want to go get chicken with me?”

and he smiles again and you can see how pretty his smile is, how pretty his eyes and skin are up close and you’re like dammit dammit damm i t

but you end up in the chicken place sitting with him in one of the outside tables eating together and yuta,,,,,is pretty funny like not only super handsome but with a great personality

even though he rubs some of the sauce off on his jeans which makes you laugh into your hand 

but it’s like enjoyable,,,,,and you talk about games but also he tells you he’s from japan and you’re like that’s so cool tell me more

and you end up only going back when it’s like 2 am and as you’re walking he like

steps around you so he’s walking closer to the street and you’re on the inside and it’s such a subtle,,,gentlemen-y thing to do but you find your heart skipping a beat

and once you get home he’s like “i hope we see each other soon!!” and you’re like “yeah!! thank you for the meal!!” but before you go inside you’re like “is it true,,,,i heard from some neighbors that you walk around shirtless with the windows open??? are you really like that?” and yuta bursts out laughing and he’s like “why, are you interested in the view?”

and you turn scarlet red and you’re like nO I JUST HEARD A RUMOR OK BYE NOW but it’s cute the next weekend you see yuta in the pcroom again and he’s like “hey, you’re gonna play?” and you’re like maybe a bit and he’s like cool tell me when you’re done so we can go on another chicken date

and you’re like yeah omg- wait did he just call it a chicken date (he did)

Taeil 

always has soft music playing in his apartment 

since he has the last name moon and people refer to that as his nickname he got a lot of moon shaped stuff during his housewarming,,,,which is pretty cute like he has a little lamp that is the shape of a crescent moon and some dining wear with a night sky theme and he’s embraced it,,,,he thinks it’s kinda adorable

wanted to keep plants but he settled for buying a fake mini-tree and putting it in his living room and covering it in little ornaments that double as photograph frames of pictures of his friends and stuff

yuta insisted that his picture be at the top and taeil was like,,,,,,,,,,,sure but when yuta came back for some reason it was haechan’s photo at the top Who Did This 

haechan voice: it was not me

doesn’t own a bed, lays out a futon when going to sleep and everyone is like that’s so traditonal of you and taeil is like no i do it because i could sleepwalk and end up falling off my bed, hitting my head, and dying

taeyong: why is that so specific

taeil with the same expression: because i have Fears taeyong lay off

likes warm shaggy carpets probably and like big blankets that he can roll himself up into and just sleep,,,,because he always goes to sleep way to damn late

the neighbors are always curious as to why his lights are on until like 3 am and it’s actually because he stays up listening to music and playing guitar 

makes guests wear slippers inside and all the slippers are different animals and there’s this cute secret side to taeil even though he’s really mature and awkward sometimes

and you’ve only really talked to taeil like twice,,,,,once while you two were getting mail and another time when he helped you fix your broken lightbulbs but other than that it’s a very smile-based friendship you guys have,,,

until you find yourself sick in bed, literally unable to move because your fever is dragging you into hell

and the friend you called like 5242 times isn’t picking up and you only have the strength left to get out of bed, ring taeil’s doorbell and beg him to go get you some meds from the pharmacy

and he does because taeil is a good person 

but he,,,,,,,,,has no idea how to take care of sick people. the motherly one in his friend group is not Him so he calls taeyong and explains the situation and taeyong is like get them meds, buy some soup from a local place, and then make them tea and taeil is like ok ok got it

but then he hangs up and he’s looking at all the medication and he’s like What,,,,,,,,,,,The,,,,,,,,,,,,,,Hell

and so taeil comes back to your place with like ten bags and you’re like why in the world he need so many

and he’s like “i got 20 different meds. 5 different kinds of soup. and some packets of herbal tea, in a variety of flavors im going to read them outloud and make some kind of motion for which one you want ok here we go: raspberry, green tea, lemongrass- ok lemongrass? ok ill go make it”

and for someone who doesn’t take care of others a lot,,,,like physically,,,,,taeil works really hard to make you feel better and it’s really sweet

even though you don’t hear him call taeyong like ten times just to make sure he’s helping and not accidentally making you worse

and taeyong at some point is like “is this your significant other that you’ve been hiding from us or something?” and taeil is like. well he’s like nothing he just hangs up

because ok yes maybe he’s trying so hard not only because you know,,,,neighborly love,,,,,but he also thinks you’re cute

even when you’re sweaty and sick and coughing and wearing some oversized shirt and your hair looks like a nest

he still think you’re cute and wants to get you all better

and when he realizes you can’t even hold the bowl of soup and he has to feed you,,,,,you see his cheeks flush red and you think it might be because the soup is hot

but taeil is just like bkfgdsw im,,,,,feeding my crush,,,,,ok keep cool moon taeil you’re a manly, cool dude,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,no just scream inside your head nonstop for the next couple of minutes

and with taeil’s care you’re back on your feet in like two days and you’re like “i don’t know how to thank you!!!” and taeil is like you don’t have to!

but you’re insistent and he’s like “it’s really ok, just if i get sick perhaps you’ll take care of me?”

and you agree, because of course you will but you also let it slip out that you wouldn’t mind just taking care of him everyday he’s so charming

and taeil is like what

and you’re like UM it’s the fever still speaking hahahahaha

but taeil is pretty sure you haven’t had a fever in the past few hours so he just smiles to himself hehe

Winwin

universally adored by the entire block. i would even dare say,,,,,the entire neighborhood,,,,,,,province???

has a shelf full of chinese movies and books and comics because he misses his home country so much that he’s gotten into the habit of collecting whatever he can find in his native language and his parents will always send a care package when they can 

is really proud of where he’s from so he ha chinese charms and items that his parents consider lucky hanging around his house

old photos of him in his costumes from dance are up in the living room and he even has some trophies too!!

seems like the type that wants a pet but doesn’t have the time so he has a pet fish that’s named after his home province zhejiang (which literally means zhe river which is a good name for,,,,well a fish)

keeps his place really colorful and pretty and won’t admit it but has an affinity for stuffed toys,,,,mark got him a little toy dragon once and winwin liked it so much he displayed it on a shelf in his bedroom he’s adorable like that

color coordinates his closet (he learned this from the one and only Taeyong)

owns a lot of card games,,,,seems like he’d be pretty good at them too because he’d always just have a cute angelic expression so no one would think twice about him having the upperhand but everytime they play they end up losing and doyoung is like winwin is magical and winwin is like “you all lost and owe me fifty dollars collectively” 

likes to buy fresh flowers because they smell good so he gets them for his kitchen hehe

you and winwin don’t talk much,,,,mostly because you’re always leaving your house in a hurry and he’s not much of a,,,,,open person with strangers a bit shy/???

but one day as you’re both taking the elevator up to your floor it suddenly shakes and you and winwin look at each other and then realize that,,,,,,you’re stuck

and you have no reception on your phones so you have press the emergency button and wait till someone responds to help you two and that could take literal Hours

so you and winwin slide against the walls and sit,,,,,,,,,,,in silence

and like 45 minutes goes by of you counting sheep and winwin looking down at his phone and you can’t take the boredom so you’re like “do you wanna play like,,,,,truth or dare or something?”

and winwin looks up at you and is like ??? and you’re like “sorry, im just really bad at being bored you can so no though-” but winwin seems intrigued so he kind of sits up a bit and is like “you go first”

and he picks truth so you’re like well is it true you’re from china? you know it’s the first question so you go easy on him

and he’s like yes truth or dare?

and you’re like ok dare and he’s like,,,,,,i dare you to do a handstand and you’re like in this elevator????? now????

and winwin is giving you an innocent smile and he’s like sure why not

and you’re like ok,,,um,,,,,trying to figure out how you’re going to do this without falling over and looking dumb

and winwin is like “let me show you!!” and he just, like water,,,,is able to get his hands on the floor and lift his body up and you’re like holy hell are you dancer??? 

and winwin after coming down is like “yes ^^ im happy you noticed!!” and you’re like,,,,,omg

but you try at first by walking your legs up the wall which like does not work and winwin is like let me help

and he reaches out to hold your ankles but you’re ticklish so you end up kind of kicking a bit and he’s like wOAH and you’re like s O RRy

and he’s like you know what let’s skip this dare instead um i dare you to take a really bad selfie and show me

and wow ok winwin is way more ,,,,,,, creative than you expect him to be

and your time stuck in the elevator is pretty fun until the lights suddenly go out and it’s pitch black inside and you,,,clam up in fear 

and winwin is like “are you ok?” because he feels your tense shoulder against his and you kind of lean in toward him and you’re like “im sorry, the dark scares me a bit,,,,”

and you can feel the warmth of his arm but you don’t want to be weird and like hide against him 

not until he pulls you toward him and your head gently falls against his chest and he’s like “im here. don’t worry”

and you’re shocked,,,,,,like he????? is full of so much mystery and charm

you thought he was the quiet neighbor too scared to talk with others,,,but he’s actually pretty funny and even,,,,,straight-forward??? it makes you kind of blush

also for a dancer he’s so strong,,,,anyway,,,,

you stay beside him and when the lights go back up and the elevator begins to move winwin looks down and you peek up at him

and you both turn red now that you can see each others faces and he lets you go and you get up to gather your things

and when the doors open you’re faced with the technician whose like “sorry i didn’t get here earlier, but hey - did you have fun together?”

and he winks and you and winwin are like redder than ever like WHAT NO ,,,,,,, and you both stumble out and go to your doors and the technician just shrugs

but you have to hold your bag to your chest once you’re inside because,,,,you still feel the warmth of winwin holding you and it ,,,,,it was nice

and winwin is also in his room remembering how nice your hair had smelled, you pressed against his arm,,,,,,,and he has to like shake his head and he’s like,,,,,,,,it’s,,,,what is this

he meets up with his friends and he explains that he felt a warmness from you and a warmness in his friends and jaehyun is like “winwin, i think you’re experiencing what we call a crush” and winwin is like i know what a crush is jaehyun,,,,,,,,,but ,,,,,,,,,,,maybe

haechan: good plan, get stuck in an elevator again

taeyong: no. that is a bad plan don’t do th-

#nct scenarios #nct scenario #nct 127 scenario #nct 127 scenarios #nct u scenarios #nct u scenario #winwin scenario #sicheng scenario #taeil scenario #moon taeil scenario #yuta scenario #yuta scenarios #taeil scenarios #winwin scenarios #sicheng scenarios #moon taeil scenarios #sfw #nct

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i met my childhood idol TWICE this weekend and i dont think im gonna be the same ever again

super longwinded and probably kinda cringey/obsessivly detailed post under the cut

ok so when i was 11 there was a show on cbbc called mission 2110 and the main character, caleb, was this cyborg dude w a robot arm and headset and he was fighting against evil robots who’d taken over the world, and most importantly, he was played by stuart goldsmith. 

i saw a sign around uni for a comedy show at the basement, york, by (you guessed it) stuart goldsmith. so of course i had to go, if only to make childhood-me happy

i turned up alone and Very early. i waited outside the venue for a while and saw stu leave and go for a walk around york but I wasn’t 100% sure it was him so i didnt approach him then

when we finally got in i sat on the front row between a group of elderly people and a drunk hen party - as soon as stuart got on stage, he started his introducing himself/the show, talking about the venue and warming up the crowd spiel, but instantly froze when he saw the hen party (he was surprised that they were there and kept sort of forgetting his train of thought and going back to the fact the entire front row was a hen party, cos they’re not his usual audience)

he started the gig and im not gonna go into huge detail about that in this post cos there’s no way i’d do any of it justice thru words (plus theres gonna be a tour dvd sometime ;) ) but at some points he interacted with the audience (usually the front row) so i’ll mention those 

the first Direct Interaction was when he spat directly onto my shoe while talking. he looked right at me, stopped his joke, and said ‘yes, i know what just happened. i know. it was Entirely Intentional.’ and kept going as if nothing had happened at all (it was fuckin hilarious cos no one else even saw it happen so the crowd was like ?????)

& for the part where he asked about jobs, he asked me and i said i was a student so he firstly asked what i wanted to do after - but straight away asked what i studied. i shrugged as a response to what i want to do after the degree (cos who knows lmao) but he took that as a response for what i study and made some quip about me not even knowing what i study n how that’s just a Typical Student Thing isn’t it?

(apparently when robots take our jobs, psychologists will be replaced by tape recorders on legs)

during the break (NOT an interval) i was talking to the people beside me (not the ones in the hen party) about york and scarborough and floods and bands and everything, they were so nice 

not much happened in the 2nd half of the show (other than the fact i almost CRIED laughing, honestly that dude is SO funny), but he said he was gonna hang around afterwards to sell tshirts and say hi to people, so i decided to ask him about cbbc’s mission 2110 (which was my favourite show ever and also the place i know him from)

so, after he’d told his last joke (one about raisins, which i remembered on the drive home and had to pull over cos i was laughing so hard i thought i was gonna crash the car), he said goodbye and got off stage etc etc, i queue up to say hi. straight away he reaches out to shake my hand & say ‘hi mate, thanks for enjoying the show’, that kinda thing

i asked him about m2110 and his face LIT UP, i thought he was gonna hate me for reminding him of it but he was happy and said that was his dream job, all the robots were played by his street performer friends, and he cant wait for the day that one of the kids from the show turns up to his gig

i asked him for a photo after that and he was like ‘yea, of course!! ill even do the pose!’ and put his hand to his face like caleb from m2110 did (im grinning at the memory while typing this, its such a dumb photo but i look insanely happy and he looks exactly as i remember caleb looking)

i asked how m2110 ended (i never got to see the last ever episode), and he looked like he was going to tell me but when i said i hadn’t seen the last ep he said ‘i’m not gonna tell you then!!’ (cmon mate its been deleted off the internet for like 8 years now :(!! )

all in all i think the first show was just how a typical comedy gig goes, but the 2nd show things got different (in a good way)

i decided to go again when i found out he was going to be in leeds 2 days later, and i took my friend who was disappointed that she’d missed the first show

we got to the front row and had to sit directly in front of him (we were gonna sit a bit further across but other people wanted to sit there first), so when he came up on stage to do his intro he glanced at me, then snapped back to do a double take - ‘are you BACK???’ he asked, pointing at me, ‘you were in york the other day, weren’t you?’

i gave him a thumbs up, high enough for most of the crowd to see, and he grinned, crouched a bit and started talking to me about the york show’s crowd - the fact there was a hen party, how surprised he was about them, and then that the weren’t as rowdy as we both thought they were going to be - after a minute or so, he stood up again and said ‘this is more of a chat than a show, isn’t it?’ & got on with the show.

i honestly can’t stop thinking about the “what’s your name, where you from, where d’you do your howling?” part of the show cos it’s never something i thought of before, but every day since then i’ve screamed in my car to a song and it’s kinda therapeutic (he pointed at me when he asked about howling, he points at a random audience member for each question) (also SOIL) (also also the bit about wanting to do a mic drop but with a microphone made of meringue) 

in the break, the person behind me tapped me on the shoulder and asked whether it was different from york or better/worse than york, and whether i’d been a fan for long, etc etc 

after the break, stu got back on stage and thanked us all for coming back - then asked whether there were any ‘guilty empty seats’ next to anyone. the guy in the seat next to mine didn’t return after the break, so the person next to him and i pointed at the empty chair on the front row (he said something about how he respects that decision cos the guy came alone anyway) 

“shall we mix this part up a bit? could you shuffle these?” he asked, and gave me the flashcards while explaining how this part of the show worked (he workshops jokes from flashcards, they’re in a set order for every other show but he wanted to make it different for leeds, and so gave me the cards to decide the order)

i panicked a bit though cos I was so shocked, so i just shuffled them randomly instead of reading the cards and what they said (oops), and i put an interesting one on top - it just said ‘R’ in a circle and i couldn’t think what joke that would have been so i put it first.

i gave him the cards back and he looked at the top one like ‘uhh, no, i cant do this one first, that’s possibly the best bit of them all it’s gotta go at the end’ (which made me realise it was the raisin joke at the end of the show, so i told him how it really is because I had to pull over on the drive home it made me laugh so much - to which he fist pumped and yelled ‘now THAT’S a review!’)

before moving onto the content on the cards he talked about how he wishes he could go on stage to an audience who’s already ‘warm’ to him so he doesnt have to waste his 2nd best joke so early in the show, so he was planning ideas to get the crowd hyped before he even came out. he sat on the empty chair next to me and talked about how if everyone’s hyped enough then he’ll get a standing ovation etc etc, then stood back up, jumped on stage, and we all stood with him and clapped - ‘yeah, keep going!!! no one sit down! dont do it!’, after a few seconds i was losing my balance but i thought it’d be Funny if someone sat down, and Funny if that someone was me, who everyone knew had been to the show before. so i sat. 

‘NO!! she’s sat down! that’s it i guess, it’s over isnt it, alright then, you can all stop now i suppose’ (tbf i feel slightly bad for it BUT it made it all funnier anyway so it’s chill, i hope)

because i hadn’t looked at the cards every time there was an unexpected one he glanced over to me, ‘is this really what you want? you want this one?’, sighed ‘okay then’ and did the bit. the one about the squirrel (’you really want the fuckin squirrel one???’) kinda flopped cos it built off a previous one in york so he said that at least he’s learnt that it has to be in a certain order to be funny (youre welcome)

after the show when i went to say hi & thank you for letting me control the cards etc (i never actually said that cos i got distracted, ended up talking about how one of my twitter friends & her family is friends with him and his family but he asked who i was talking about and im like ‘uhhh i dont know her name we use nicknames online uhhhhhhh sorry’ lol), when he saw me he lifted his arms and went straight in for a hug (I HUGGED MY CHILDHOOD IDOL) & thanked me for coming back again so soon

i asked if he could sign something for me but all i had was a yellow envelope (’oh! a yenvelope!’) nnd a sharpie wrapped in tissues cos it leaks (’uhhhh lucy, why is it wrapped in tissue? oh, it leaks? well, if i were you i’d wrap it in something, maybe a tissue?’) & signed the envelope with ‘you are too big a fan! :)’ which is the most true thing anyones ever said about me, ever. he also asked if i wanted a photo or anything but i said i’d already got one n he was like ‘oh of course you do’ lol

anyway yea we left after that and i’ve been screaming internally ever since cos i never thought id ever even meet him but then i saw him twice in 3 days and he recognised me, let me influence the show AND hugged me. im still amazed. im in awe. stuart goldsmith is such a wholesome guy and im waiting (im)patiently for his next tour

EDIT: i just remembered that during the last joke i was laughing so much that i was crying and i was fanning my face, and he saw and was like ‘are you ok there?? you good??’ which made me laugh even more, jesus,

#probably the longest post ever im writing it all down cos i have a shit memory for details #i listened to darkshines on repeat while writing this too cos everything else was too distracting #i warned u that its lik embarassingly detailed i didnt wanna forget any of it so u dont have to read the tldr is baso all u need to know #this is mostly for if anyone asks me how my weekend was i can read this to them n not forget anyhting lol!! #personal i guess #uni tag #stuart goldsmith #not even proofread #like if u read i guess but also i dont thnk i wanna know who read it lol

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pat gill is the man ever

#pat gill #polygon #burger chainz #aries.txt #im not street but i queue what i gotta queue