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bnbc · 4 months

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i was prowling through Isabella's tag cos oml i love her (warhammer ocs my beloved <33) and i was wondering what's her relationship like with the rest of the companions from the game? i'd like to hear the dramas between her team if there is any lmao

omg, thank you so much!

Such a great question! I have to confess I was so lazer-focused on Heinrix explaining Iza’s mechanical traits to make sense narrative-wise, I paid little attention to the rest of the team, but I do have some bits!

I have to note, that companions from the 3rd chapter stayed in the 3rd chapter, so Iza didn’t collect all the pokemon. She maintains a good and respectful relationship with all the bridge officers, but her best man is High Factotum Janris Danrok, they spend hours discussing trade partners, contracts, and ship logistics.

But, back to the main team!

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“Abelard gave me a space to grow, even though it was Theodora-shaped.”

Abelard, my Abelard! They had some rough moments in the beginning when Iza felt like he tried to make her into Theodora's substitute and argued with him to insist on her position's duty and privilege. At the same time, she was checking his reactions to her actions and was relieved every time Abelard approved her.

I think I already cracked this joke, but who’s gonna stop me? Abelard was in her team all the time along with Heinrix, and this is the most accurate picture of how the three of them looked:

Ofc she did everything for Abelard’s family, and when he asked for retirement, she let him go on condition, that he would train his replacement personally because who could do it better then the best seneschal ever?

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"Sanctioned or not, Idira is one of us. She proved her will and deserved the right to walk her path the way she wants. End of discussion."

Idira was… intriguing. Too different from Iza in a matter of personality and life experience to seek her close friendship, Idira gained her eternal respect for surviving for so long for having the will strong enough to keep the chaotic mind of her in line. Well, most of the time.

And when her breakdown happened, Isabella stood for her. Said, everybody can slip and everybody deserves a second chance. Time proved her right when both of the sanctioned psykers of her team had their own moments of losing control, hehe.

Anyway, never a close friend but a friend indeed, and one of few people who understand, Idira had a place in Iza’s team to the very end of her life.

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"Sister Argenta reminds me of His wrath... and of His grace as well."

Argenta, with all the respect, makes Isabella feel uneasy. Reminds her that even though Isabella’s faith is strong, this alone might not be enough. (Ye, Iza sits on Iconoclast and Dogmatic chairs at the same time; she’s not too religious but she is a believer, which I think is close to heresy by WH40k standards anyway)

But gladly Argenta often stands up for protecting innocent people, and Isabella takes a breath of relief.

i haven’t decided how to play through chapter 3 confession and its consequences yet, so sis is under development xD

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"Lady Cassia... is hard to be around. I can only hope that the little time I can spend with her is enough to fulfill the Lord Captain's obligations to her Navigator."

Oh, oh, oh! Cassia is Isabella’s walking nightmare. Imagine yourself keeping your mental blocks 24/7 so as not to hear the noise of people's thoughts, and then meeting Cassia who casually floods you with her emotions. Isabella lost her shit during their first meeting.

Iza feels for Cassia, she really does, but she can not tolerate her presence for a long time. She tries her best for her navigator to feel welcomed onboard (look, you need to keep your Navi happy, all right), but mostly uses servants and Abelar as proxy people to communicate with Cass.

Why didn’t Iza change a navigator is a good question. I haven't found the answer yet.

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“I… That planet two systems ago when we got ambushed, I had to connect to Pasqal’s mind for faster coordination. I don’t want to comprehend what I saw.”

Pasqal is complicated to understand, like most of admechs. Iza tries her best to know them better, but so far her best connection is Abel. She spends a lot of time talking with him.

But mostly she just agrees on all the Pasqal requests of equipment and lets him collect and study whatever he wants (N. included)

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“Jae still can be useful.”

Everyone deserves a second chance in Iza’s book, but Jae used them all. The weight of her lies hit the critical mass at one point (remember, Janris Danrok is Iza’s bridge bestie).

Isabella didn’t take away Jae’s papers (they didn’t fly half of the expanse looking for seals just not to take benefits of those papers) and didn’t end their partnership at all, but Jae was sent out of the flagship to do her business from some other spot.

With a warning, that if she abuses von Valancius name for some really dirty business, the consequences will be… final. Jae was smart enough to see the line this time.

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“We are not talking about Yrliet again, Heinrix.”

IN THIS HOUSE WE DON’T TALK ABOUT YRLIET SHE JUST LIVES ON OUR SHIP AS AN AMULET OF LUCK

I’m a bit pissed that the game doesn't help me with giving reasons to keep Yra after the 3rd chapter, so I don’t know why Isabella let her stay except for her “second chance” rhetoric. I’m figuring this out.

I mean in the 3rd chapter it was pretty much “we need everyone to survive” thinking, but later… idk yet, maybe something something cooperation is better than war. Something something I want to understand how aeldari thinks. Something something Yrliet’s voice is so cool! xDD

But I know that Iza and Yra were traveling together a long time after the end of the game.

The peak of character drama happens in the Dark City when Heinrix Abelard Yrliet and Argenta sit in a circle and each of them holds their neighbors' hands to prevent them from killing the opposite sitting person, Pasqal trying to comprehend xenotech and Iza suffering in the background because someone stolen her fav boots.

THANK YOU AGAIN FOR ASKING!!!

#Rogue Trader OC #oc: Isabella von Valancius #von Valancius #pasqal haneumann #abelard werserian #yrliet lanaevyss #sister argenta #idira tlass #cassia orsellio #jae heydari #Rogue Trader #rogue trader crpg

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sepublic · 11 months

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Adding to an older train of thought, I guess what makes Lloyd an appealing target to Midas’ group of Escapees is that he represents to them the symbolic culmination of both sources of trauma they blame; The Wayvrens, and the Queen of Tears’ child. Both ‘families’ started all of this, or are at least enemies they haven’t yet paid back, and Lloyd hearkens back to both as a Wayvren and a child with a destructively overzealous parent himself; It’s like two birds in one stone.

And again, this is not an excuse, this is by no means a justification; Just an explanation, because these Escapees are still targeting this innocent kid who did nothing to them or really at all, and taking it personally when he of course fights back. It’s hypocritical really, especially with how some, like Fipik, feel the need to lash out at a society that they believe brought it on themselves, only to... bring this on themselves.

They’re being incredibly emotional, irrational, and spiteful as a coping mechanism, but it’s a deeply unhealthy one that’s making them attack someone they have more in common with, than they care to admit. Cycle of abuse y’all, they’re all convinced, some more openly than others, that they’re the underdog heroes fighting back, all of the time and not just sometimes. Except Lynkos I guess, since he was only interested for the challenge of it, rather than any vindictive stake.

(I will note that because the story is largely from the perspective of Lloyd, Trexdis, and all the rest, it feels like Midas’ group is disproportionately targeting him; But in reality, they spend the vast majority of their time and effort trying to kill the Wayvren who imprisoned all of them. This is infinitely more reasonable, but if we’re being honest, any time spent trying to kill Lloyd is too much time.)

So when the Queen of Tears’ child finally awakens and places all Escapees under their total control, it’s fairly karmic in my eyes; They’re an example, Midas’ group especially, of people trying to escape the trauma that started it all (or one of the key events), only for that effort to just keep them in its grasp, and in the end bring them all the way back to it; Nothing they did staved it off, if anything it just reinforced that trauma’s power through obsessive fixation.

I like to think that when Trexdis and co. lead a rescue mission for the select few Escapees they DID befriend (which you can count on one hand, alas), they’re about to leave successfully when someone brings up; What about the others? And Trexdis has a deep and contemplative moment of reflection that lasts... three seconds, before deciding

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I love my Escapees and their perspectives, their connections to one another amidst the spite and sadism, but. They really brought this on themselves lmao. And even when the rest of them are freed, let’s just say the narrative doesn’t admonish Trexdis for leaving them to their fate.

#the escapees #GEverse #tower of tears #oc #ocs #my ocs #kate trexdis lasher

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gohoubi · 3 years

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fic writer review!

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

2. What's your grand total ao3 word count?

3. How many fandoms have you written for?

4. What is the first fandom you ever wrote for?

5. Is there a fandom you would like to write for but haven't yet?

6. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

7. Do you respond to comments? Why/why not?

8. Which of your fics has the angstiest ending?

9. Are any of your fics pure fluff?

10. Have any of your fics ended differently than you originally planned?

11. Do you write AUs?

12. Do you ever write smut?

13. Do you usually try to stick to canon?

14. What are your favorite tropes to utilize in your writing?

15. Have you ever received hateful comments on a fic?

16. What is the nicest comment you've received?

17. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

18. Have you ever co-written a fic?

19. What is your all-time favorite ship to write for?

20. Is there a WIP you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

21. What are your writing strengths?

22. What are your writing weaknesses?

23. Are there any of your early fics that you wish you could go back and change?

24. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic?

25. What is your favorite fic that you've written so far?

**Tag another writer if you want!**

I'm putting the answers under a cut because it is very long. :P

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

143 works, with three drafts O.o

2. What's your grand total ao3 word count?

295,376

3. How many fandoms have you written for?

Ten fandoms (Game of Thrones, Deadpool, Jurassic World, Anne with an E, Star Wars, Extraordinary You, The 100, Kakegurui, The Haunting of Bly Manor, and Snowpiercer)

4. What is the first fandom you ever wrote for?

Game of Thrones, in November 2018 :P

5. Is there a fandom you would like to write for but haven't yet?

I toyed with the idea of writing for Shadow and Bone a few months ago but never really went anywhere with it. (As much as I love the Darkling, lmao.)

6. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

when i need someone, it's always you and you are mine, i am yours (Kakegurui) are the top two at 338 and 221. People are still kudosing them for some reason. Then all three of my Daenerys/Sansa fics take the third, fourth and fifth spots :P

7. Do you respond to comments? Why/why not?

Yes, I respond to every comment I get. If people are gonna make an effort to comment, I want to reciprocate that since they're doing it to be nice :)

8. Which of your fics has the angstiest ending?

What defines angst? I guess it could be yoake OR dassen, because both Melanie and Alex die in those fics.

9. Are any of your fics pure fluff?

I'm not a huge fluff person, but I'd have to say the Melanie/Audrey/Alex christmas fic :P

10. Have any of your fics ended differently than you originally planned?

With ferrous liquid, I originally thought I wanted Zarah to leave Audrey completely as she was too resentful of Audrey's emotional burden. Then I realised that it was just too sad!! So they get back together.

11. Do you write AUs?

Only if it's canon divergence. I don't really enjoy writing college AUs or anything like that.

12. Do you ever write smut?

Yes. All the time. Used to hate writing smut, love it now.

13. Do you usually try to stick to canon?

Yes and no. Depends on the canon events. Most of the ships don't occur in canon anyway so it's difficult to stick to it :P

14. What are your favorite tropes to utilize in your writing?

Angst, hurt/comfort, violence. Anything that makes you feel sad :)

15. Have you ever received hateful comments on a fic?

Yes, very early on. Haven't gotten any in years but when I did, I just deleted them immediately. Who cares :P

16. What is the nicest comment you've received?

This comment from @olivish on humanity:

This is beautiful. I love it. The 'Of Mice and Men' reference is so on-point. I never gave Bob much thought, but you've really made him into a person in this fic, like, even as Bob himself is observing his own lack of humanity, the reader feels exactly the opposite. Like, the fact that he is still motivated by kindness is something of a miracle, isn't it? Also Wilford's MO of keeping his victims isolated from one another shines so clearly here. He's trained Bob not to interact with others. The deformities on his face and the sheer size of him go a long way to accomplishing this goal. Audrey is different, she's a person magnet, so the way to isolate her is to make others loathe her through envy. But that doesn't work on Bob, whose status on the train is assured and what he longs for most in the world is human connection. The more I think about it the more compelling it gets. Just wonderful work with a character I never paid much attention to.

17. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not entirely, but there have been some portions of other peoples' fics that look very similar to what I have written O.O

18. Have you ever co-written a fic?

No, but I hope to one day ahahaha

19. What is your all-time favorite ship to write for?

Well Melaudrey is up there because of the Memories™️ but honestly? Audrey/Zarah. There's so many aspects to their relationship in canon that are just so fun to explore :))))

20. Is there a WIP you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

I'm trying to get through it, but probably mel and allie steal a train. I got some weird comments on it when the first chapter came out and it just tanked my motivation HARD (and they were pretty nitpicky comments, to be honest) Found it extremely difficult to keep going, even with an outline and a solid idea of where I wanted the story to go. Not to be self-pitying, but I was looking forward to writing it too :( I might continue with it, but it'll take months. Maybe during summer when I have more time to think about it?

21. What are your writing strengths?

I guess that I can get into the heads of the characters really well? I love doing this. I love dark and psychological fics where I can pick their brains apart O.o I'm also good at writing emotionally. So there's that.

22. What are your writing weaknesses?

I tend to over-rely on dialogue, and I REALLY struggle with just...not writing dialogue. I can't explain why, but I need the characters to talk so I can move the story forwards. :P I also struggle to end fics well. Suzanne Collins syndrome lmao

23. Are there any of your early fics that you wish you could go back and change?

As silly as this sounds, I wish I could go back and change certain aspects of tsukamu, the pregnant!Melanie crackfic. It's quite rushed in places and some of the timelines don't make sense (if it was Ben's kid, and she was in the research station for a month, there's no way Wilford could have imprisoned Melanie for nine months). Alas, I already published it in a book, so I can't change it now.

24. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic?

Ehhh it seems a bit iffy, have never done it before but like...I assume this means if a character is speaking in another language that the POV character doesn't understand? If so I'd just say '[character] said something in [language]' and leave it at that.

25. What is your favorite fic that you've written so far?

ownership. It's dark, it's angsty, there's medical stuff and also some comfort there as well. Chef's kiss :))

#ask

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tslasvegas · 3 years

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Episode 3: “UGH just rename Luxor to Loser” - Xavier

Well... that takes care of the Timmy problem... Love Timmy... Just didn’t know how our dynamic would be cus he was runner-up to the last survivor game I played which I won. Hm... Well...

That went well. There's nothing like a live video tribal to get people together. and stephen didn't react too badly. but i know now he won't work with me moving forward

I’m sorry I’m terrible at confessionals... So things are going well, I think we have a decent tribe but it is too soon to tell. I’m not a huge fan of creative challenges, at least from my previous game, I guess we will see how that goes. Most of the guys seem nice, still trying to feel everyone out.`

A 4-2 vote off is interesting. Someone is on the bottom for sure. Also, this next challenge is a creative challenge and when I do these solo I usually do really well. Hopefully I can channel that energy into a win for us here because two tribes are going to tribal. We’ll be down to 17 after this, so I’m not sure if we’d go into a tribe swap yet? Maybe 2 tribes of 8 with one person sitting out?

Oh hot dang, two tribes are going to tribal next time. Probably going to be us :( now it is time to make alliance chats!

....five seconds later

I suspect that after this double vote out that there will be a tribe swap. I hope I end up with Mo and Jaiden at least.

https://drive.google.com/file/d/17NPxKO_TKgqjNqsaWlbmlL0jgU36Aygi/view?usp=drivesdk

I really like this challenge. I feel confident about it but at the same time nervous that 2 tribes will be going to tribal. I really hope my tribe wins this one since I still don't know how the tribe feels about me. Wish me luck guys!

My tribe is not going to win this immunity challenge. Our nightclub is due just hours away and we have little nothing done. I am going to have to scramble soon.....I did nothing to help my tribe with the challenge, so if it is me that goes, I would understand

....five seconds later

Honestly, I want to keep Jaiden and Mo around because I feel closer with them than anyone else. I want to keep Kailyn around because she seems to make time for challenges. Everyone else I am okay with going home, Ben hasn't really done anything soooooo maybe him? Oof

If we lose, then it's 2/3rds my fault and 1/3 Stephen. We better not be on the chopping block if we do lose. This is a two person Tribe as of now. Bobby Jon and Stephenie.

...five seconds later

UGH just rename Luxor to Loser

Second we lose Ben finally responded to my pm’s..... hm..... alright....

Y’all rlly won with a PowerPoint SKDJDJSKLALALL

Some of these guys have an excuse for not giving input into the challenge. Some do not. If I go home because some americans could be bothered doing some base level discussion, ill be annoyed. If I go home because a tribe threw a challenge because they thought id be an easy vote, ill be pissed.

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All that hard work that went into this challenge really paid off! We scored the best and don’t have to attend tribal!! Which is absolutely exciting! Andrew told me he wanted to work together which is rad. Livingston and I want to work together which is radder. And Joey and i want to work together which is raddest. I haven’t spoken too much with Jeff lately even though we talked quite a bit early on. Pat and I speak occasionally. Stephanie and I didn’t really speak at all until recently but we’ve gotten into a good groove the last few days. I’m feeling pretty good about this game so far. I hope there’s no tribal swap or anything right away.

So when I get my chip total I'm gonna update Keegan. He is currently at a soap making class but I want him to know I am serious about working with him in this game and I think this is a good gesture. - keegan has let me know he has 4 chips and is willing to pool them over to me when we have enough so that we can unlock the store. I let him know I am okay with doing the same thing to him, whichever. But yes this is looking HOT for me. - "what's in the store?" | all i can really assume is advantages. we need 10 chips to unlock it. This is very similar to the Unnamed Season but the betting cap gives us more control. At this point, I don't think anyone can mathematically unlock without pooling chips. Keegan and I just need 1 more chip between us. Let's just hope we aren't separated by a swap or some shit. I am hoping for a bit more time on this amazing tribe to get that set up so I have a good idea of what the store holds.

We lost again!?!?!?!?!??! I am so surprised? Nah I'm kidding, but I don't care. I don't blame our team for losing because 3/5 of us were panicking because our president could be a cheetoh. I'm voting Stephen tonight, I hope the others follow suit. It SHOULD be simple, but 9 hours is a long time for Survivor; and if he knows it's him then might run around and create some chaos - which would be funny.

Rachael (love her she’s probably who I’m closest with along with DeNara and Kailyn) is not being subtle about the fact that she either has a pre-existing friendship with Ben or is currently aligned with Ben. Because Ben, from my knowledge has not been social with anyone, nor has he been super active and in our alliance chat with Kailyn, Rachael seems uncomfortable with the fact that Ben is said to be the vote and is saying she would prefer someone else to go. But like c’mon you can’t deny he hasn’t been social, and even if I had a friendship with somebody before a game, if they aren’t active I’m voting them out. Also I lied to my tribe a couple times this round because I’m lazy.

UGH. We LOST the challenge!!! And it wasn't even close *grumbles angrily* But it's okay. I'm gonna have to work my pussy out to this entire tribe to make them keep me around! I feel pretty good about this, I believe the target is leaning towards Ben but we'll have to wait and see. I don't think it's possible rn but I'm hoping for a swap soon so I can feel a little more re-energized in this game because my tribe has been super quiet lately... I think people will try to move the vote around so I'm going to use my current lack of employment as an opportunity to make myself stay alive on this tribe lmao

These guys are being super boring and either Jake is dumber than i thought, or shadier than i gave him credit for. Xavier might be trying to play me but regardless its doubtful ill stay. John seems to have the most chance of winning out of these four as hes not overplaying. Kevin hasnt spoken to me since the colin vote and it pisses me off that I might be going home after being one of two people that worked on the challenge when kevin was taken off the chopping block immediately for playing jeopardy. i hate this tribe.

....five seconds later

Johns out, Jake too by the sound of it. Time for plan B, which never works but might as well try. Fake idol time.

Oof well the uhh, “obvious friend group” has picked their target and it just so happens to be the only person I’ve made an actual alliance with :/ Poor DeNara. I really didn’t want to have to vote her off this early if I didn’t have to and then the worst part is she didn’t even hear it from me. Nobody is even mentioning game right now and Rachael is acting legitimately surprised to me when I came to her saying “okay this is an easier vote than I thought”.. even tho Ben claimed he had already talked to her..?? Idk man I must’ve done something wrong along the way but these people LEGITIMATELY don’t talk to me. My instant reaction is leaning towards being bitter but bitterness doesn’t really get me anywhere :/ I feel kinda.. out of it rn emotionally just because of everything else I have going on so if I seem more reserved tonight at tribal than usual, that’s why. I just hope that I’m not still stuck on that damn mountain rolling my dumbass rock back up only to get knocked back down again. I’m remaining optimistic for the future.. let’s keep winning some challenges mmkay

Okay good news, I shouldn't be leaving. But that being said DeNara, you have goT TO PULL. YOURSELF. TOGETHER. She's packing her bags and from my knowledge she's going to be fine tonight. Hopefully it'll be Ben who's going but DeNara giving up like this isn't helPING.

....five seconds later

Also I am in two alliances which is cool I guess.

Oops....... and now I'm controlling this vote I think :) It feels good. I don't know what my plan is !! I'm lying to everyone. I basically put myself in a position to be the 4th person in both votes and I love it so much. I keep telling ppl I'm an emotional mess and I think I'll milk that because SOMEONE is going to get betrayed tonight... love that for me. Rachael, Nik, and Ben want to vote out DeNara Mo, Kailyn, and DeNara want to vote out Ben And tbh I would prefer Rachael or Nik!! Since neither of those things are happening I guess it's up to me to decide which way I wanna swing... I hate/love myself for this. I think there are good cases for both people to leave, because I think that getting rid of DeNara strengthens bonds I never had with Rachael and co. while getting rid of Ben just makes me their enemy. Honestly I am starting to lean towards getting rid of DeNara for that sole purpose alone. It'll be messy for sure. Ben provides NOTHING to the game right now and I hate the fact that he announced in his intro that he's just here to backstab people... but villains don't win unless they're sitting next to another villain. He's the goat to me and Rachael right now, but pretty homos like me always win xx I might regret this decision down the road but HOPEFULLY whichever side I take will pay me back in protection down the line. I think I have the charm to smooth shit over w Kailyn and Mo but its up for determination. I think that I have the finesse to beat Rachael in a vote, too, but I don't want to put her back up against the wall just yet..... ;) Anyways... I hope this isn't my last confessional. I wasn't having fun until I found my place. Let's get it on.

It is me or Ben tonight. Guess we will find out who...

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manicpixietrashbag · 4 years

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Hi! I don’t post a lot that’s personal (unless it’s like .... WAY TOO PERSONAL lmao) but I just wanted to let followers and my future self know a few things.

I’m thriving

I’m so sexy oh my god

I have a crush

It’s going surprisingly well

Late spring is a betrayal

Plants will save your life

White camping tents have the best lighting for ludes and nudes in direct sunlight because the entire structure acts like a bounce board.

I think I want to teach people things for a living or as a passionate work.

You’ll suck at everything until you suck often enough you stop sucking quite as bad. Learn to enjoy the process instead of the destination.

I am blessed beyond imagining to have the mother I have. We had a rocky beginning but over the years we’ve built something beautiful together. I would be absolutely nowhere without her love.

I might get to reconnect with my still-Christian but recently-left-the-cult-I-was-raised-in godparents.

Community and real family (biological OR chosen) will also save your life.

I want to be a nurturing caretaker for a child someday even though I don’t want to get pregnant or have anything to do with infants at any time. Foster parenting/adoption outside a paid private agency will probably only work as An Out Gay if I enter into a legal marriage, so I have to start shopping for prospective co-parents.

Living radically in community or a full income share collective is something I’d be interested in someday. My personality is such that I am probably more well adapted to co-leading the creation of a new one instead of joining an existing clique of new people. I have to meet these people or get people I already know interested.

Cold brew coffee, adderall, and THC in combination will ALSO save your life.

Oil based paint markers are perfect for decorating the entire world around you

Follow your heart and your passions. Don’t feel guilty if your fulfillment and your joy does not fit a pattern that will make money for someone else.

The right people will always find you in the end.

Music and beauty will always open you back up again.

Never hide in shame when you haven’t yet done anything at all.

UPDATES: MORE BECAUSE I THOUGHT OF THEM

Never be ashamed of doing what you must to survive! When everything else fades survival is the only law.

If you have adhd writing down your goals for the next day right before u sleep can make those goals more “sticky” in the front of your mind for the next day.

TO FUTURE ME SPECIFICALLY: yesterday I found some things we wrote when we were a nightmare. Please be kinder to her than we have been. She was doing her best, and I think I am too.

I WANT to be in love.

#personal #reminders #open letter #adhd

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hannie-dul-set · 5 years

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came down from heaven

— each and every human on earth has their designated angel to keep them safe from harm's hands. sadly, yn's previous guardian had to resign from protecting her due to some circumstances. so now, yoon jeonghan's taking over.

20 // heaven vs. hell

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a/n: hello hello im back, bitches 😔💗💞 sksk did y'all miss my annoying ass being on your dash lmao (probably not but you rlly have no choice) anyways!! ily all pls enjoy 💗

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"thank you, come again!"

the moment the customer had left your peripheral vision, your previous wide grin melted downwards. you placed your fingers on both sides of your cheeks, gently rubbing circles and letting out a long-awaited sigh.

acting fake was hard work— you couldn't comprehend how some people could pull it off every single day.

your hand reached towards the pocket of your jeans. you were about to pull out the god-sent object that was your phone but a sudden thought put you to a halt.

just a couple more minutes, yn. you breathed. just a couple more minutes til' jeonghan and ice cream—

the chime of a bell interrupted your thoughts and you let out a huff of air. you begrudgingly brought another fake smile to your lips and readied yourself to face another customer.

"hello, welcome! what can i get you?"

"a little bit of your time sounds nice."

your wandering attention was brought back upon hearing the familiar sound of a deep, resonating voice.

"what? did you forget about me already?"

your lips were brought into a curved smile. you leaned forward, elbow propping on the counter and your cheek resting on your palm. "of course not. it's nice to see you again, seungmin"

it was almost comical on how quick his grin dissolved and replaced by an evident pout. he furrowed his brows and opened his mouth— ready to fill your ears with a plethora of whines and complaints.

"i'm kidding," you laughed, eyes forming into small crescents. "welcome back, cheol."

he crossed his arms, looking at you with an obviously fake hurt expression.

"really? that's how you treat me after i saved your butt at the subway?" he scoffed. "talk about ungrateful."

you stuck your tongue out at him. "hey, you offered."

"and you accepted."

"well—" you started, ready to present your argument, but you didn't say anything (more like you couldn't). you pressed your lips together and let out a quiet 'hmph' in annoyance. "well played, seungcheol."

he winked at you. that damned bastard.

"so," you decided to just get this over with before he could torment you any further. "what would you like?"

at your words, he went into a thinking pose and stared at the menu located above your head. he was obviously faking it, probably just to get to your nerves, so you glared at him. all he did was laugh at your failed attempt at being intimidating.

you let out a huff of air, and he laughed harder, much to your chagrin. letting out a groan, you hollered.

"just hurry up and—"

"order already."

the both of your eyes widened, turning your heads towards the direction of the voice's owner (who was in fact, behind seungcheol for quite some time now).

there was a sudden brightness in your expression upon seeing the male.

"jeonghan!" with a wide smile, you beamed at him.

he didn't seem to hear you. instead, he and seungcheol were eyeing each other, a thick coat of tension filling the previous light air. their expressions were unreadable, and none of them uttered a single thing— that made you feel a sudden rush of nerves. do they know each other? i don't think so.

your eyes travelled back and forth from jeonghan to seungcheol. deciding that you could not handle the atmosphere any further, you let out a sharp and loud cough— making them realize that yes, you were still there.

jeonghan's attention immediately went to you.

"yn," he spoke, completely ignoring seungcheol as if he did just have a stare down with him a few seconds back. you wouldn't ask him about what the hell was that about— at least not yet. "your shift is over, i hope you haven't forgotten about our little get away."

your head snapped towards the wall clock situated on your left. 5:37.

"oh gosh. just give me a sec, han." you told the blonde. he gave you a small nod in response and then walked over near the exit to wait for you.

you let out a quiet sigh, hoping that seungcheol wouldn't be able to hear. "so, what did you want to order, cheol?"

"oh no it's fine you should get going."

"what?" you looked at him incredulously.

he chuckled. "go on, you friend's waiting for you. besides, you technically aren't getting paid to get my order."

"b-but it's just gonna be quick so—"

"yn."

you blinked. "are— are you sure?"

"holy shit, just go," he shooed you away, giving you a smile of reassurance.

you ended up scrambling out from behind the counter and into the break room. you hastily took off your uniform (which really only consisted of an apron and a hat) then made your way towards the exit. as you passed by seungcheol, giving him one quick glance.

are you really really sure? you mouthed. he gave you a thumbs up before diverting his attention to your co-worker to give his order.

you sighed in relief, marching towards jeonghan.

"you took your time," he mused.

"hey, i went as fast as i could!" you heaved, chest rising and falling from your shortness of breath. he placed his hand on top of your head, gently ruffling it while letting out a laugh.

"i could tell. seems like you need to work out, sweetheart." you slapped his hand away and fixed the mess that was your hair, continuing to give him your less than deadly glares.

"anyways," he opened the door and the jingle of the bell rang. "shall we go?"

"fine," you sneered. "but only for the ice cream."

"guess you're walking then."

"wait nevermind, i'm sorry—"

he gleamed, quickly pinching your cheeks to which you wanted whine in defiance but you didn't want to end up walking home.

"kidding," he snickered. "wouldn't want the princess to get tired."

you groaned, walking ahead of him. "you're tiring."

"you love me."

that caught you off guard. you stopped in your tracks and nearly stumbled, covering your pink-tinted cheeks with you hands. "y-you wish—"

"my wishes tend to come true," jeonghan passed by you, grabbed you by the hand, and led you to his car— all while you were still trying to recover from your augmenting embarrassment.

he opened his car door, gesturing for you to get in. "c'mon. what are you waiting for, sweetheart?"

"i— sorry," you squeaked and went inside, him following behind you.

the car ride was silent— minus jeonghan's constantly buzzing phone, but for some reason he wasn't answering it. you were finally nearing the ice cream shop when it finally dawned on you.

he was still holding your hand.

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bigskydreaming · 5 years

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https://paypal.me/bigskydreaming?locale.x=en_US

Hey everyone, so I need some help with my monthly insurance premiums again, because living continues to be pricey as hell. We’re getting close to the finish line though, I’m optimistic. I finally got on my doctor’s schedule for my next appointment - to go over the last CT scan I got done a couple weeks ago, the one to fit me for the prosthetic joint. It’s next Thursday morning, and this will be the appointment where she tests out actual prosthetics and makes the determination as to whether we go with a premade or a custom. From there, we can order whichever one we go with and expedite the preauthorization approval for my surgery with my insurance, and finally get an answer on how much of the surgery they’ll cover. It’s 25K out of pocket, so this has been the big thing I’ve been waiting on an answer on, that kinda everything else hinges on from here.

Once I do have that answer, I’ll finally set up a gofundme for everything that’s left to pay. I’ve been putting that off because I’m trying to only do one of those if at all possible, for various reasons like taxes, etc - but once I have the estimate for how much of the surgery I need to cover upfront, I’ll set one up to help out with whatever I need help with for that, and for the living expenses I’ll need for the two to three weeks I’m told to expect I’ll be bedridden through recovery, post surgery.

I know I’ve been leaning on you guys for a lot, but I wanted to show you just how much none of this would be possible without your help -

Essentially, my expenses for the last nine months have been rent and food (which given my circumstances living out of a motel and not being able to cook/store food comes to a couple thousand a month), phone (about eighty a month), out of pocket expenses for all the consults and appointments I had before getting insurance in January, and since January, insurance ($809 a month) plus co-pays and out of pocket expenses for the stuff my insurance still doesn’t cover (since January this has been $354 for one consultation, $350 for one CT scan, $340 for one co-pay, $225 for one round of tests not covered, couple others I can’t find at the moment). That’s everything my money goes towards, pretty much the second it comes in.

Since I started doing donation posts back in December when I was about to get kicked out of the motel, you guys have donated about $2700 all in all, across the last five months. And although that sounds like a big number just from looking at it, its so much bigger than even that, when you consider that’s basically the only thing that’s enabled me to even HAVE my super-pricey insurance. I take no days off, I take every single job I can find no matter how low the rate, and even busting my ass 24/7, I’m still a thousand bucks behind on what I owe them in rent here at the motel, haven’t paid my cell phone this month yet, and have maxed out my two $300 limit credit cards, lmao - just as an example of where I’m at any given day. There is ZERO chance I would’ve been able to afford this insurance on my own, and ZERO chance that without it, I’d ever have made it this close to finally having an end to all this, and a chance at regaining my old quality of life/lack of chronic pain. Like, I was flat out told I NEEDED to get that MRI in February, not just to rule out whether or not a tumor was responsible, but to pin down the underlying causes of the joint destruction, because they weren’t going to go ahead with the surgery until they could conclusively determine whether the new joint would just erode all over again.

(Don’t think I ever mentioned on here, but what they basically discovered was that my condyle had some time in the past been I guess....bent? a little? or just shifted just enough that over the years it was steadily getting jammed more and more up under my skull instead of flush with the joint, with it constantly eroding over the years from the friction until about a year and a half ago when it hit critical mass and had worn through enough that the remainder just snapped off, which is what caused all this. Doctors have been asking me ever since then about trauma to my face that could’ve caused it, and I kept saying I couldn’t think of anything cuz I was assuming they meant just in the last few years, but these later scans were detailed enough to zero in on the oldest stress/fracture marks on the bone and estimate an age to those initial fractures and turns out all this Drama started a good fifteen years ago. When lol the gaybashing that keeps on giving saw me taking a couple kicks to the head that I honestly never really thought all that much about after my face healed up in a few weeks, as I was always focused on the emotional aftermath of all that and never even thought about the possibility there’d been longterm damage I wasn’t aware of at the time, yaaaaay).

ANYWAY. this is what my insurance covered from that MRI:

Like, and that’s just one step of this whole long as hell process. So I am completely, 100% serious when I say that I would not be where I’m at now without this specific insurance, and I would not be able to afford it without your help. Medicare was never going to cover these specific procedures because my specific jaw issues fall into such a weird gray area between medical and dental that they were batting it back and forth from various offices for months arguing about necessity of procedures and whose responsibility various procedures were, with my health and ability to even function steadily declining all the while. If things kept going the way they had been, before I got insurance and finally got jumpstarted on the right track, it wouldn’t be far off from now where I reached the point where I was just completely unable to function and yet still had bureaucrats telling me over the phone my needs didn’t match the threshold of medical necessity....and at least now, by the time I hit that point, I’ll have a solution in the works.

I know you guys have been seeing these posts from me a lot and so I just wanted to show something tangible as to the effect your help has had and is continuing to have. I’ll still be needing to make them for probably at least a couple months to come, but like, there is a finish line for me at least, and every time I see it, the fact that I can see it at all reminds me of how much support I’ve had to get here and I get all these Feelings and ugh they’re just the worst, but also the best, so...yeah. In summation, you continue to rock my world, and thanks.

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vloggerparker · 5 years

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twelve months || p.p

↬ pairing(s): Peter Parker x adopted Stark!reader

↬ genre/warnings: angst/comfort fic, PTSD, anxiety & depression, mentions of death, post Endgame (that’s a warning in itself tbh)

↬ word count: 1.3k

↬ synopsis: twelve months have passed since Earth lost her best defender, and it hits some harder than others.

↬ a/n: this is my piece for @blissfulparker’s writing challenge w the prompt “You’re hurting can’t you see?” & again, congrats on 5K bb!! <3 also, I’m a noob idk how to put a ‘read more’ option on mobile sorry (edit: I wrote this before ffh came out so idk what tf I’m taking about)

Twelve months. Already it’s been a year living in a world without Tony Stark.

An arrangement was made where you lived with Aunt May during the fall, winter, and spring so you could attend school with Peter and Ned. During the off-season you lived with Pepper and Morgan, but during the year you visited at least twice a month. The visits were always short, and nobody but Morgan had the fight in them to complain.

Being obsessively grateful had become the new trend.

It was a month after Tony’s death when Peter was professionally diagnosed with survivor’s trauma, a subtype of PTSD accompanied by anxiety and acute depression. His symptoms had appeared only a day after Thanos’ defeat. Peter confessed his feelings to Aunt May after one specific night where his nightmare had been so horrific it woke you up out of your sleep and you had to coddle him while he cried into your shirt.

Five months after that Peter mostly recovered. His daily scheduled appointments with his therapist became weekly, and eventually he assured everybody he didn’t need them anymore. We all believed him, and rightfully so. Peter was at peace.

It was around that same time that Peter started to tag along on your monthly visits to see Pepper and Morgan. You, Pepper, Happy, and Rhodey would catch up, seek comfort in one another while Peter and Morgan would swap the best stories about Iron Man. Harley came around sometimes, too, sharing his own tales about the Mechanic.

Even after Peter’s recovery, Ned wasn’t enthusiastic about Spider-Man anymore. You didn’t undergo the same therapy and depressive episodes like Peter had, and still Ned didn’t probe you for details. He wasn’t as enthusiastic as he used to be about superheroes. Nobody mentioned it.

Flash didn’t join the dusted the five years ago when Thanos first snapped his fingers. He graduated at the top of his class and got accepted into one of the best colleges in the country. The week you Peter and Ned returned back to school after things had settled, Flash paid Midtown a visit. The five years had done his personality justice. Flash apologized for his bullying that he claimed manifested from underlying jealousy, and offered his condolences. You all accepted it and moved on.

Seven months after Tony’s death and things began to change. You and Peter spent time alone, but now you did it with each other. The patches in your relationship were being sewn back together, each stitch binding strong. You held hands, shared beds, your hugs were longer. Your kisses were short and sweet, and other times they were needy and passionate. Aunt May loved the idea of you two being together, there for one another in a way she couldn’t be, but she never pushed it onto you guys, and you loved that about her.

Twelve months. Already a year has come and gone living behind a mask crafted of lies. You’re not okay. A year has passed and the absence of Tony Stark in your life is crippling. Your strong front was waning.

“Your lies aren’t working anymore,” Peter says softly from next to you in bed. He knows you’re not asleep yet, but you give him silence in reply. He continues anyway. “I hear you up at night because you can’t sleep, and I know when we visit Pepper and you leave the room it’s to go sit in his shop.”

You can already feel the muscles in your chest tighten at his words, the urge to cry amplifying. You swallowed back the lump in your throat and pulled the blanket up to your chin. “Please, don’t worry about me, you need your peace of mind.” you tell him as you force your eyes shut.

“And you don’t?” he quipped, and a bright light shines behind your eyelids as he switches a lamp on. “You’re hurting can’t you see? You haven’t even cried. Not since that day.”

You open your eyes and turn over in the bed to face him. You can tell he’s trying not to cry, trying to give you the opportunity to be the vulnerable one.

“Hey, talk to me.” his voice is soft and low, yet demanding. “Are you okay?”

There’s no worse question to ask a person when something’s gone completely sideways in their life than if they’re okay.

Tony was more than a teammate, a co-worker, or a friend and Peter knew this. You found a home in Tony, and without him it’s like the walls have come crashing down and the floors have caved in on you. The act of pretending like he didn’t leave and take the best part of you with him was draining.

You sat up in the bed, eyes narrowed to slits as you asked him, “can you be okay in this situation?”

He’s entirely stunned by the forward response, and at an utter loss of words.

“It never stops hurting. You never get used to the pain, you just make room for it. It will never be okay.”

Peter opens his mouth to speak, but ultimately decides against it. You give him another chance to say something, anything, and still he stares in silence.

You laid back down in the bed, your back to him. “Good night, Peter.”

“No, we’re going to talk about this.” he protested, a real bitterness in his tone that drove you up the wall.

In a fraction of a second you’re sat up in the bed on your knees. “What is there to talk about?!” you wailed, gesticulating wildly. There was no thought given to how it was well past one in the morning, or that May was sound asleep just down the hall. There was no thought at all, and the words that sounded out were nothing but raw emotion. “Bad things happen! You can’t change and you can’t predict them!”

“You’re right, you can’t change what happened, but you can change how you react to it!” he yelled just as loud, now standing bedside.

“Learn that in therapy?” you retorted, and regretted it the instant the words left your mouth. You dropped your head in shame. “I’m sorry.”

Peter sighed sadly. “It’s okay.”

“No it’s not,” you shook your head, “I don’t care how angry I am, I never want to use that against you. I’m sorry for being unreasonable. You’re just trying to help.”

“I am,” he agreed, sitting halfway on the bed beside you. “I just hate seeing you so miserable. You’re good at hiding it, and it took me awhile to see it past my own hurt, but I know you. You’re unhappy.”

The hurt becomes more evident on your face throughout Peter’s consoling until your eyes are glimmering with watery tears. You swipe them away, but they return instantly, and it’s so out of character for you to be crying that you don’t know how to control or stop it. His eyes soften for a moment as he watches you, and he can’t stop himself from visibly frowning.

Peter grabbed your wrists allowing unchecked tears to slide down your cheeks and dribble off your chin. “Hey,” he said softly, calmingly, “you know, over time you start to realize it’s okay to admit things aren’t okay. Your feelings are valid; you don’t always have to be the strong one.”

And just like that the floodgates opened. The cries were hysterical, sobs only being interrupted by the need for breath. Emotional pain seeped from every pore as tears burst forth like water from a dam.

Peter engulfed you in his arms as he said, “I want us to take steps so that you don’t feel like you have to isolate your feelings. The last thing I want is for you to feel like you can’t talk to me.” he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head, coddling you like you’d done for him all those months ago.

Twelve months. Already it’s been a year living in a world without Tony Stark. Peter’s comforting embrace as you cried into his shirt granted you freedom of the pain, and for the first time in twelve months you didn’t feel completely alone.

“I’m right here, and you don’t need to hurt when I’m here.”

↬ a/n: uhhh follow me for more LMAO reblogging/commenting is super encouraging!! & check out my masterlist to see if there’s anything there you like!!

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sleepycoffins-and-benhargreeves · 4 years

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hello! sorry to request so suddenly but if ever want a stadamdrew prompt: the boys in suits post-party in celebration of a successful season. can be nsfw if youd like 👀 thank you and i love your writing so much!

OMG YAASSSS A N SFW ASK 👀 👀 👀 👀 luv u so much anon

Also don’t apologize! You guys can send me requests any time or day uwu hell, send me more than one if you want and i’ll work on them lmao

also thank youuuu! <3 hope you like this one~

PS: thanks for patiently waiting! Took some time to finish this lmao had to research nice outfits to write them in then i also forgot how challenging it was to write threesomes lol this is only my second time writing it so hope you like it owo ❤️️

“Cheers!” Steven said cheerfully as he raised his glass next to Adam and Andrew’s. The duo lightly clinking their own beers to the silveret’s. It was way past midnight now and the trio were celebrating the success of their latest season.

Andrew and Adam were already tipsy, bordering buzzed, Steven on the other hand was already flushed and drunk. They were currently at a formal party that their company had invited every employee to, not their planned way of celebrating the season, but hey there was free alcohol and a chance to dress up snazzily once in a while.

Steven initially, was the one who was very excited at the prospect of a formal party earlier. The silveret being the one to plan their outfits for the night. Steven wore a posh dark blue jacket with floral designs that were coloured in lighter tones of azure. Always opting for the most fashionable and eye-catching design he could find, as Andrew had commented on earlier. Adam was wearing a window pane styled suit, courtesy of Steven choosing it for him of course. The pattern was something that Adam fancied very well, the base colour a dark blue and the patterns in light grey. Andrew, last but not least, was given a black jacket. His preferred style as always, simple and elegant. Yet, to compliment both of his boyfriend’s outfits, he wore a lustering blue tie.

The party, hosted by their company went went swimmingly well... As with the after party of course.

“He’s wasted,” Adam said as he leaned in close to Andrew, his breath ghosting hotly against the blond’s skin. Andrew shivered, the brunet’s lips barely even touching at his ear but Andrew could feel the innocent action having some effects on him. He ignored the shiver that went down his spine for now to glance at Steven. Their boyfriend was very drunk, but it seemed as though he had no plans to stop drinking any time soon.

“It’s been a while since we’ve seen him this drunk,” Andrew replied back as he leaned in to Adam, he was closer to the other as he spoke. Their after party had ended up in a bar, loud music filling the air and the booze stacked high as their co-workers wanted to get sloshed. Andrew’s lips lightly touched Adam’s ear as he spoke, a fleeting light kiss after his words. Adam’s arm behind Andrew pulled him close, basking in the heat and Andrew grinned at the reaction he got. “Should we call it a night then?” He inquired as one of his hands traveled down to rest against Adam’s thigh and another kiss this time placed on the brunet’s cheek.

The kiss teasing and promising more for the night.

A groan left Adam’s lips as he looked to Andrew, his eyes dark with want. “Yeah, we really should.” He tells his lover as Adam’s eyes glance at the blond’s lips and stares at them for a couple of seconds.

Andrew leans in close, their lips only a few inches away from each other. “Let’s go get Steven then,” He says as he pulls away and hears Adam whine. Andrew chuckles and he looks around to find their silver haired boyfriend. Steven had been dragged by Shane and Ryan earlier, a couple of drinks here and there before they went to on the dance floor. The blond stood up from his seat and grabbed one last shot and downing it. “I’ll call an Uber.”

Adam nods beside him and moves to get Steven. There was a wave of people that separated Adam from the silveret, bodies crashing and dancing against one another. A couple of stranger’s hands and bodies tried to dance against Adam, the brunet smiling politely and moving away from them. Once Steven was finally within his reach, Adam placed his hands on the silveret’s waist, pulling his boyfriend close to him as Adam swayed with the music for a moment to indulge Steven.

Steven looked behind him and a pleasantly surprised looked washed over his features. “Adam!” Steven said in glee, his arms trying to wrap around the brunet who was standing behind him. Steven’s hand found purchase in threading his fingers against Adam’s soft brown locks, his other indolently caressing Adam’s nape. “Dance with me!” Steven said loud to be heard against the blaring speakers. The silveret moved his hips closer to Adam, hind rubbing delicately against Adam’s already forming bulge.

A sigh left Adam’s lips as he pulled Steven close to him, his warm chest flushed against Steven’s own warm back. The brunet whispered against Steven’s ear. “We’re going home,” He told the silveret, unable to resist kissing against the skin behind his ear and tasting the salt of Steven’s sweat.

Steven shivered against the kiss before a whine escaped him. “Already?” There was a slight pant in him as he spoke, Steven wriggling his ass against Adam to tease him further. “You and Andrew haven’t even danced with me yet.”

“Well, we can continue dancing at home,” Adam persuaded as he kissed down to Steven’s neck, his other hand had slowly crept up to the front of the silveret’s pants, lightly cupping there. “We’ll take care of you there.” He continued off with sucking at the junction between Steven’s neck and shoulder, earning him a whimper.

“Okay, okay,” Steven gave in easily and Adam smirked against the skin. The silveret’s hand that was on his brown hair pulled at the strands, pulling Adam to come face to face with Steven for a kiss. The kiss was sloppy and Steven tasted heavily of alcohol as he slithered in a tongue to brush against Adam’s lips.

“Get a room!” Ryan’s voice suddenly broke through their trance and Adam glared at the co-worker first before moving away from their kiss.

“Shut up Ryan!” Steven argued against the other, albeit playfully as though a kid were taunting a friend. Adam smirked, looking at Ryan as he pulled his middle finger at the other.

“Yeah, fuck you too Adam!” Ryan replied back, gesturing the middle finger to the duo.

“Let’s go, Andrew’s waiting.” Adam said, leaving another trail of butterfly kisses at Steven’s neck and ear, making the silveret shiver.

“Okay,” Steven answered back as he held Adam’s hand and they both trudged their way out of the dance floor. Steven kept himself close to the brunet, his arm wrapping around Adam’s own. Adam was warm and comforting, making Steven sigh and cuddle closer to his boyfriend.

The duo made it back to Andrew, who had been waiting patiently for his boyfriends to come back to their table. As soon as Steven was in reach, Andrew pulled the silveret to him. He kissed him hard, passionate and hungry that it made Steven weak in his knees. He would’ve fallen onto the floor if Adam hadn’t been holding onto him earlier. Andrew’s hand caressed Steven’s nape, fingers lightly playing with the already long hair. Steven whimpered into the kiss, leaning in closer to Andrew as one hand gripped tighter onto Adam and the other held onto Andrew’s shirt.

“You guys took your time,” Andrew stated haughtily as he pulled back from Steven, the silveret chasing his lips drunkenly. “Uber’s almost here, already paid our tab.”

“Who’s house this time?” Adam inquired as he wrapped his arm on Steven’s waist.

“Mine of course,” The blond replied back as they start to walk out of the bar.

It had only a short wait for their Uber, Steven as usual was a clingy drunk. He kept his arms wrapped around Adam while peppering kisses onto his cheek, neck, and lips. Adam chortled amused, nuzzling against his silver haired lover.

“Andrew,” Steven called out to the blond, one hand stretching out to be taken by the blond. As soon as Andrew was supposed to lean in for a kiss for his boyfriends, their Uber arrived.

“Later,” He told Steven as he gave him a quick kiss on his cheek.

A pout appeared on Steven’s lips, but he followed his boyfriends inside the car obediently. The inside of their Uber was warm and comfortable. The three of them sat at the back, Steven trapped in the middle between his two boyfriends. He rested his head on Adam’s shoulder, intertwining their fingers together as Steven tried to behave as much as possible. He may have been drunk, but Steven still had half the mind to try and not be too scandalous in public. Andrew’s hand was on top of Steven’s thigh and the warmth from the blond’s hand burned hotly onto Steven. He shivered when he felt Andrew lightly massage him there.

A moan almost escaped the silveret. Steven tried to stay quiet as much as possible, he snuggled closer to Adam, hiding his face. He felt the brunet’s hand brush against his silver locks. Steven tried to direct his attention at anything but Adam and Andrew’s hands right now. They were both easily turning him on and he couldn’t trust his voice to tell them in a low tone to stop for now, afraid he instead might let out a moan.

He could hear Adam chuckle close to him, voice low and alluring. Andrew beside him was talking to their driver. He couldn’t comprehend properly at the moment what he said, probably some weird pun again since Andrew was more vocal with his jokes with strangers when buzzed.

“You alright?” Adam asked close to his ear.

Steven nodded, answering in a small shaky voice. “Are we there yet?”

“Almost,” Adam replied back amusement dripping from his tone.

“He’s drunk and just wants to sleep already,” He heard Andrew tell their driver.

“Well, good thing the bar is close to your place.” Steven could hear their driver’s voice. “He looks wasted.”

“A bit,” Adam answered this time. “He just had a really good time.”

Silence swept in the car and the minutes felt like an eternity for Steven. He tried to distract himself with Adam, taking in his scent and warmth. Both Andrew and Adam were warm as they sat so close to him and Steven wishes he had more control over himself right now, because it was getting harder and harder to keep himself in check. He knows he’s already painfully hard, he has half the mind to try and be decent, crossing his legs to try and hide the tent away.

And suddenly, the car stopped.

“Have a night day sirs,” Their driver called out and they came out through Andrew’s side of the car.

“Thanks, you too.” Adam says before shutting the door of the car.

Steven didn’t even bother to check if the driver had really left. As soon as the silveret was out of the car, he clung onto Andrew. The blond laughed, but Steven was too drunk and horny to even think of anything else. He wrapped his arms around Andrew, whimpering as he felt Andrew’s own hand wrap around his waist.

“Just a little more,” Andrew whispered to his ear and Steven shivered in delight.

“And I thought I was the impatient one tonight,” Adam said behind Steven as he grabbed a hold of Steven’s free hand. Andrew had let go of the silveret for now so he could open the door to his house. “I forget how easily horny you can get when you’re drunk.” Adam teased.

“Shut up and kiss me,” Steven replied back instead as he took a hold of Adam’s jaw and pulled the brunet to him for a kiss. The kiss was sloppy, messy, and definitely full of tongue as Steven was quick dart out his own in favor of tasting more of Adam. The brunet tasted heavily of blood mary’s and whiskey, and something else that had a salty-sweet flavor to it.

Adam, the one who was less drunk between the three of them, slowly led Steven to the inside of the house as he tried not to break their kiss. Andrew was kind enough to keep the door open for his boyfriends and close it as soon as they had entered.

“Bedroom guys,” They could both hear Andrew talk behind Adam.

It was a blur from thereon, the three of them shuffling their way to Andrew’s bedroom with a trail of clothes following them there.

And now, the three of them sat at Andrew’s bed. Andrew and Adam were the ones kissing this time. Andrew was already naked save for the boxers he wore, having already shed most of his clothes on the way to his room. Adam was able to take off his coat and undershirt, letting Andrew’s hands roam freely on his chest. One hand found a nipple and the blond lightly pinched at it, earning a pleased groan from Adam. The brunet’s legs were spread out so Andrew could sit in-between them, beside the duo Steven was already working on unbuckling Adam’s belt and helping the brunet take his pants off.

Adam pulled away to moan when he felt Steven’s hand slip under his briefs to stroke his hard cock.

Andrew hummed in amusement, his gaze traveling down for a moment to watch Steven please their boyfriend. “Having fun?” He inquired to both Steven and Adam. Steven looked up at the blond, a mischievous grin plastered on his lips as the silveret sat up straight. He kissed Andrew before leading his free hand to grip on the blond hair so that their faces were close to Adam. The brunet immediately leaned in to join in on the kiss. Two lips kissed on Andrew’s own, one was impatient, wanting attention as his tongue darted out to taste his boyfriends. Another, Adam’s kiss, was sweet yet steadily gaining fervor. Tongues darted out and three of them tasted each other, a mixture of different tasting alcohols and something else entirely that was uniquely the taste of their own lovers.

Steven was first pull away from the kiss, much to the displeasure of both lovers. The silveret went back down to the hard-on between Adam’s legs. His hand had been stroking it steadily, a bit dryly, and so Steven decided to solve that problem by taking Adam’s aching cock in his mouth. Adam moaned and Andrew swallowed the sound with a kiss. Andrew’s hand gripped on Adam’s brown locks, his hands playing with the brunet’s hardening nipples, pinching and toying with it between his fingers.

“Fuck,” Adam says as he pulls away from Andrew to take a breath. His hand found purchase on holding tight onto Steven’s silver hair, keeping on a slow pace of gently leading Steven’s mouth to bob up and down on Adam’s dick.

“Someone’s overdressed.” Andrew comments and Adam’s gaze turn to Steven who was still clothed as he made happy slurping noises on Adam’s cock.

The brunet chuckled, his fingers carding gently through Steven’s locks. “He’s taking it so well,” Adam says as he thrust up and they both hear Steven choke a bit at the action. Adam’s grip on his hair tightens and Andrew pants heavily, licking on his lower lip in contemplation.

“I’ll get the lube,” Andrew states as he stands up for a second to retrieve said item from his bedside drawer. He comes back to bed and the sight of Adam was the first thing he watched, the brunet with his eyes closed in bliss, mouth slightly agape, with his head arched back. His hand was still on Steven’s hair, the silveret crouching on all fours as he made pleased noises in blowing his lover off. Andrew got behind Steven, he made quick work grabbing a hold of Steven’s hips so he can get a better position of taking off the silveret’s pants. The action caught Steven off-guard, making him jump a little.

“Ah! Teeth, teeth!” Adam warned as he looked at Steven. Andrew couldn’t help but laugh behind Steven and the brunet had to glare at his other boyfriend. “Haha,” He said dryly.

“You should get used to it, a little bit of teeth feels nice.” Andrew said as chucked off Steven’s belt then continued to take the silveret’s belt off. “Isn’t that right Steven?” Andrew asked as he gave a slap to Steven’s ass, earning a chocked whimper from the other.

“No thanks, not a masochist like you,” Adam said back as he checked on Steven below him. The silveret was flushed and there were a bit of tears in the corner of his eyes. “Steven, get up for a sec.” Adam told the other and Steven let his dick go with a pop, earning a shiver from Adam.

“Ha, sissy,” Andrew teased as he abruptly took Steven’s pants off, nearly making the silveret falls down on the bed face down ungracefully if it wasn’t for Adam holding him up.

“Fuck you,” Adam retorted back, without any malice really as he helped Steven sit up for a second so he could help the other take his jacket and shit off.

“Isn’t that the plan?” Steven replied back slurring a little to Adam, a dopey grin on his lips. His lips were red, hair a mess, and he looked thoroughly debauched already.

“Definitely the plan,” Andrew said behind him as he kissed up at Steven’s neck while helping unbutton his shirt.

Adam kissed up at Steven’s lips again, tasting himself inside Steven’s mouth. He nipped at the bottom lip, earning a whine from Steven as the brunet’s hand caressed his stomach up to his chest, the touch light and fleeting, making the silveret hungry for more. Adam’s other hand grabbed a hold of Steven’s hair again, he pulled away from the kiss, making Steven chase him but Adam had other plans. He directed the silveret back down and Steven complied immediately, going back to his work of sucking his boyfriend off, only now he was completely naked thanks to the duo.

The sound of the bottle cap caught Adam’s attention and he gazed at Andrew, just in time to see him squeeze the bottle, watching the gel trickle down to Steven’s ass. The brunet gulped in anticipation.

Andrew let the lube drip to Steven’s entrance first, the hole twitching and he grinned at the sigh. Once the hole had been wet enough, Andrew let the gel trickle to his fingers next. He coated a generous amount of lube onto his fingers before closing the bottle again, then letting the tip of his fingers tease Steven. Feeling Andrew’s fingers on him made the silveret suck deeper on Adam’s cock, the head of the brunet’s dick hitting the back of his throat that made Adam moan in earnest. Andrew teasingly, let his first finger breach the silveret’s entrance, entering tantalizingly slow that it made Steven impatient and thrust his hips back against Andrew.

The blond chuckled, amused at how needy and impatient Steven is. He decided to cut the other some slack, pushing the first finger in fully and gently messaging the walls inside Steven. He heard the silveret whimper, making noises that just sounded like he was begging for more.

“Stop teasing him Andrew,” Came Adam’s husky voice, the blond looked up for a moment and saw his boyfriend with a heated look in his eyes. He was panting heavily, gaze locked with Andrews as his hand kept up a steady pace of instructing Steven to bob his head and take Adam’s length in his mouth. Andrew’s cock twitched at the sight.

“Where’s the fun in that though?” Andrew chuckled as he licked his lower lip, before suddenly curling his finger inside Steven. He felt the silveret tremble underneath him and Andrew kept up his ministrations. “I’m taking my sweet time with him, opening him up for you.” Andrew told the brunet and Adam groaned at his words. “Steven’s slicking up your cock while I open him up for you to fuck.” Andrew continued off, getting both of his boyfriends riled up. “I wanna watch you pound into his tight ass,” He entered a second finger into Steven, scissoring and stretching the silveret out. Andrew could feel Steven quiver beneath him and he had to hold onto the silveret’s hips to make him stop moving too much.

“Then while you fuck him, I’ll fuck you from behind. Do you want that Adam?” Andrew asked and he heard the brunet curse, watching him thrust harder into Steven’s mouth. “We’ll have you sandwiched between us, have your cock inside Steven while I fuck your ass.” Andrew growled and he fastened his pace, abusing Steven’s hole until he heard a loud cry from the silveret and Andrew knows he just hit the other’s sweet spot. A grin appeared on the blond’s lips as he hit it again and again.

“Andrew, please,” Adam pleaded and he couldn’t tear his gaze at Andrew, looking at him heatedly, expectantly.

Andrew leaned in forward, making Steven fold a bit between them and Adam sat up so he could meet Andrew halfway. They both kissed, Adam hungrily and passionately taking in his boyfriend. Their tongues met and Andrew ravished Adam, taking him and dominating the kiss. As he did so, the blond started to add a third finger into Steven, multitasking as he wanted to watch them, wanted to see his boyfriends get fucked and debauched.

They pulled away for air and as they did so, Adam went back to giving more attention to Steven. He started to slow down his pace, not wanting to cum just yet.

“Even when drunk you’re still tight as fuck Steven,” Andrew muttered.

Steven pulled away from Adam, he looked up at the brunet. “I’m ready, I’m ready, please,” He said and Adam cupped his face with both hands, one of Adam’s fingers found their way inside Steven’s, toying with the tongue and mesmerized for a moment at his expression.

“Lie down,” Adam instructed.

Steven let out a moan, squirming when he felt Andrew’s fingers left him. But he tried not to pay it much mind, instead he immediately settled himself down on the bed. Adam had help shift him up so Steven’s head laid down against the soft pillows of the bed. As soon as the silveret was in a comfortable position, he spread his legs far apart for both boyfriends, earning pleased groans from both of them.

“Let me get you ready for him,” Andrew said this time as he leaned in close to Adam, whispering to his ear where his breath ghosted hotly on the brunet’s ear. Andrew took the bottle of lube from earlier, pouring a generous amount of his palm before he went to stroke at Adam’s prick. Adam shivered, watching Andrew stroke his cock, lathering it patiently with lube. “Okay, you’re good.” Andrew murmured to his ear, kissing there softly.

Adam found himself in between Steven’s legs, the silveret holding onto his thighs to keep them apart. Adam found himself leaning down, caging Steven beneath his body as one hand slowly led his cock to the silveret’s entrance. His other hand found purchase once again to Steven’s face, fingers finding themselves inside the silveret’s mouth. Steven loved having his mouth full and Adam was nothing but a service lover. He could feel Steven suck earnestly on his fingers, letting out a pleased whine when the head of Adam’s cock finally entered him. His hand finally let go of his cock to rest on Steven’s hips, the silveret thrust back down onto him. Adam could feel Steven’s inside swallowing him up, greedily taking his cock in and the brunet slowly pushed his dick inside till he was balls deep in Steven.

“You both look so good,” Andrew said behind him and Adam shivered, Andrew’s voice was low and husky, oozing with heated lust that got Adam fired up. “Does he feel good Adam? I got him ready just for you.” Andrew continued as Adam could now feel Andrew’s fingers teasing their way behind him, tips gently prodding against his puckered hole.

“Fuck, Andrew,” Adam said and he pulled out of Steven, wanting to thrust back against Andrew’s fingers. “I want you in me,” He said as Adam thrust his fingers deeper into Steven’s mouth, hearing the silveret choke and whimper underneath him.

“Haven’t prepped you yet baby,” Andrew replied as he kissed down on Adam’s back and it sent a sweet shiver down his spine. Adam kissed on Steven’s neck, leaving love bites on the skin down to his collar bone. He could feel Andrew’s fingers inside him, two fingers immediately scissoring inside him and it hurt, but Adam couldn’t give a damn about it right now because god, he wanted Andrew in him. He wanted the blond’s cock fucking him as he fucked Steven.

Adam thrust hard into Steven, watching the silveret arch his back up as Steven’s hand quickly grabbed a hold of Adam’s own that was on his hip. Adam started to give attention to Steven, taking up a steady pace as he thrust into him, the positions shifting ever so slightly so he could find Steven’s sweet spot. When one particular thrust got Steven whimpering and crying to him, Adam stayed in that position for a bit, letting his cock nudge against the bundle of nerves as he rolled his hips against Steven’s.

Steven panted harder, “Adam,” He pleaded with a bit of difficulty as the brunet’s fingers were still in his mouth. The sound he made gave a direct reaction that went straight to Adam’s cock. Steven was so hot and tight against his cock and behind him, Andrew was letting out delicious sounds while working his fingers inside Adam.

“I got you,” Adam muttered. He took his fingers out of Steven’s mouth to kiss him. As the duo were distracted with their kiss, it didn’t occur to Adam that Andrew had now pulled his fingers out of him and he let out a surprised gasp into the kiss when he felt Andrew’s cock entering into him.

“Fuckkk,” Andrew drawled out and Adam had to hold onto Steven’s shoulder for support.

“Adam, Adam,” Steven called out to him and Adam’s attention went back to Steven. The silveret kissed him, taking his attention away from Andrew’s cock as Steven tightened around Adam’s dick. Adam had to involuntarily thrust back into Steven, making the silveret grab harshly onto his hand, fingers nails biting onto Adam’s skin.

Andrew’s hand grabbed a hold of Adam’s waist, slowly pushing his cock inside the brunet. It almost felt like an eternity, having to indolently thrust into the brunet, but finally, Andrew was able to bottom out.

“Adam,” Andrew called out from behind him and he could feel Andrew give soothing kisses at his spine and shoulder. The action helped the brunet calm down faster, especially when Steven was kissing him so sweetly and delightfully on the lips, distracting him from the short pain.

Seconds later, Adam moved, pulling out of Steven and thrusting back against Andrew’s cock. The action nearly made Adam see stars and he could feel pleasure coursing through his entire body, making him weak in the knees. Andrew followed his lead, thrusting back and in again whenever Adam had moved. One of Andrew’s hands traveled their way to the brunet’s chest, caressing and feeling him. Andrew’s fingers found Adam’s nipples again, pinching and flicking against it, making Adam let out shaky moans.

He thrust back into Steven and Adam hold onto the silveret. Their hands were now intertwined with one another. One of Steven’s free hand had roamed down to start stroking at his cock. The sight of Steven pleasuring himself was enough to get Adam’s libido to shot up high. Adam’s other hand that was holding onto Steven’s shoulder gripped tight and he started to pound hard into the silveret.

Steven cried out at the sudden harshness. “Adam!” He called out, making him stroke faster on his cock. “So close, so close,” Steven told him as he closed his eyes and focused on the pleasure.

Adam focused on his own pleasure as well, wanting to feel that high at the same time with Steven. He sped up his thrusts and he heard Andrew groaning behind him, speeding up his own thrusts. Adam tightens around the blond’s cock and Andrew growls behind him. He was coming, he’s so close that he could feel the heat pooling in his stomach and he doesn’t really need much at this point. Andrew pistons into Adam and he nudges against Adam’s prostate, making the brunet moan louder. Andrew’s grip tightens and he bites at Adam’s shoulder, as he keeps thrusting into that particular spot.

The bite on his shoulder was the last straw, Adam stills and closes his eyes. His entire body quivers as his orgasm shakes him to his core. He spills his seed inside Steven and the action brought a reaction to the silveret. He tightens around Adam, making the orgasm sweeter and seconds later, Steven is cumming at the same time as him. Adam slumps down onto Steven, sensitive from the orgasms but Andrew wasn’t done with him yet.

His stomach rubs against Steven’s own sensitive cock and the silveret cries.

Andrew thrusts harder, pounds his cock into Adam’s ass. Watching both of his boyfriends cum made him chase his own high. He could feel Adam whimpering and tightening around him. His thrusts were strong enough that he nearly taking Adam’s body with him, his nails bit against the brunet’s skin and Andrew grits his teeth in frustration. He’s there, he’s so close and one more particular thrust into Adam’s prostate and Andrew was spilling his seed inside Adam, thrusting again and again, repeatedly until he could feel his own dick become soft and sensitive from over-stimulation.

Andrew breathed in deeply, stilling for a moment before he pulled out of the brunet and laid himself down next to the duo. Adam, slowly and with shaky legs, got off of Steven so he could lie on the other side. The three of them were silent, only their pants and breathes that were trying to calm down from the high could be heard within the room.

“That was intense,” Adam commented and he could hear Andrew laugh from the other side of the bed.

“In a good way I assume?” Andrew replied back, still trying to catch his breath.

Adam grinned, “Definitely a good way,” He said and he turned to his side to look at both Andrew and Steven, yet as he did so he came face to face with an already sleeping boyfriend. “Well, somebody looks like they got fucked out so much they passed out.” Adam comments and he sees Andrew sit up to check.

Andrew chortles again. “He’s sleeping already?” He says as he checks by lightly poking Steven, only to find out that the silveret’s already out cold.

“To be clear, he was the most wasted out of all of us.” Adam reminded the blond with a grin. “Also, I got drying cum on me.” He says as he sits up as well and winces as he does so. “I’m gonna feel that till tomorrow,” The brunet says.

“That’s still good right?” Andrew says as he stands up and goes to Adam to give him a kiss. “I’ll get us a washcloth.” He murmurs softly against the brunet’s lips and he feels Adam smile fondly at him.

He watches Andrew disappear into the bathroom and Adam starts to fix the bed by shoving away the dirty blankets with cum on them. “Hey Andrew, bring extra blankets too!” He shouts a bit louder and he hears Steven groan and shift.

Luckily, the silveret didn’t wake up.

Andrew comes back with a washcloth. He hugs Adam from behind and gives him a kiss on the cheek. He starts to carefully clean the brunet, first on his thighs and ass, then to his stomach where Steven’s cum was drying on him. “Here,” The blond says as he hands Adam a different washcloth for Steven. “I’ll get our blankets.” He murmurs softly, kissing Adam again before moving away.

The brunet smiles and he moves to Steven. The silveret was already sleeping peacefully that not even the cold washcloth stirred him awake. He cleaned Steven up, then threw the washcloth down on the floor along the pile of dirty blankets.

Andrew comes back with a big blanket for the three of them. They settle back into their earlier position, yet Andrew reached his hand out so that he can intertwine his fingers with Adam’s.

“Good night,” Andrew says as he moves in closer, basking in the heat of Steven’s body.

Adam smiles happily, satisfied as he holds tighter onto Andrew’s hand. He closes his eyes and before drifting off to sleep, he replies. “Good night Andrew.”

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Notes: So, I hope this was alright and wasn’t too confusing to read owo It’s been a while since I last wrote a threesome fic and I have to admit, this was quite hard but I like it! XD good for improving writing skills =w=

Also, initially, I planned on making this a DP 👀 I wanted both Andrew and Adam to fuck Steven at the same time 👀 But then I thought, maybe for next time, cuz Adam also deserves to have a nice cock inside him =w=

Anyways, hope you enjoyed reading this! ❤️️

#Anonymous #Stadamdrew #little creations

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purplesurveys · 4 years

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688

Have you today?

Looked in a mirror? Not on purpose. We just have several mirrors in the house that I unavoidably pass by and look at.

Watered a plant? Not today, but my dad has asked me to do it a couple of times in the last week.

Worn denim? I haven’t worn outside clothes in almost a monthhhhh. And that includes denim.

Washed your hair? Technically yes. I took a shower at around 1 AM? before heading to bed.

Been in pain? Kind of. My left eye has been irritating me almost every night/morning since the year started; sometimes it gets incredibly swollen, sometimes it just feels like something is stuck in my eyelid. Either way it’s always uncomfortable and painful.

Had a nap? Haha, not yet. But since the lockdown started I’ve been having an afternoon siesta everyday. Brushed your teeth? Yeah, it came along with the ^ above 1 AM shower. Kissed someone? I haven’t been able to kiss my girlfriend in almost three weeks now and I’m miiiiiserable. Used a cheese grater? Nah, I haven’t used one in a while.

Eaten something sweet? Not yet. I might eat a few pieces of chocnut later though. Spoken to a stranger? Not today, but we did have a village guard knock on our door earlier to give my dad a quarantine pass – it’s to confirm that he’ll be the only one in the family allowed to leave the house in case we need to go to the groceries or something. I peeked by the front door to listen to the interaction, but I didn’t speak with the guard myself. Dropped something? Sure. My bottle of eye drops. Felt upset in some way? You can say that. There’s a new trend on Facebook where groups are created so certain universities can just trashtalk one another as a joke. It was funny at first but there are some posts that have gone too far, personal, or both, and it obviously hasn’t been good for my mental health lol. Drank coffee? Not yet today. I usually have it in the evening. Walked for more than thirty minutes? I also haven’t walked much in three weeks. That’s kinda what’s supposed to happen when your entire city is put on lockdown. Signed up for something? No. I’ve logged in to certain sites, though. Travelled in a car? I also haven’t been in a car in the last couple of weeks. I was able to ride with my dad the night before they imposed the lockdown – we were visiting my grandpa in the columbary because it would’ve been his 80th birthday that day. Opened a can? Nope. Thought about doing something crazy? At the back of my head I always think of driving up to see Gab because I miss her a lot, but it just remains a crazy thought in my head. Listened to a new song? Yeah. I have a couple of saved playlists and I don’t know like 94% of the songs in both of them, so I’m always listening to a new song everyday. Written in a notebook? I haven’t. I’ve written on a piece of paper, though. Fed an animal? Yup, my dog needs his breakfast. Checked your emails? LOL NOPE, and I don’t plan to check them any time soon. Told someone you love them? Yeah, before we both turned in at like 3 AM lol. Made a phone call? Yeah I also called my girlfriend earlier.

Have you in the last week?

Update: I skipped this survey the whole day and now it’s 10:30 in the evening, and I’ve already done a bunch of stuff I said no ^ to earlier lmao but am too lazy to change. Let’s gooooooo

Travelled on a bus? Nah. The bus personally isn’t my main mode of transpo and I only get to ride them when I’m in a group and there’s no choice but to ride a bus, like for field trips or for group itineraries during vacations.

Washed your face? Yeah. I did this today because my face was feeling annoyingly oily. Put a face mask on for the first time in a long time.

Used a blender? No. I don’t think we even have a blender at home, cos no one ever makes stuff that needs to be blended.

Received a phone call? Sure. Gab and I called several times in the last week, and my grandma has also called from time to time to check up on us because the lockdown has kept us from seeing her regularly.

Talked to someone you dislike? I...don’t think so. If I did I’d definitely talk to Gabie about it, and I haven’t done that with her haha.

Consumed alcohol? Ugh, bleck. Yeah. I wanted to get buzzed last week and a bottle of Jack Daniel’s is the only thing we have in the house so I had a small sip and just... disgusting. Whiskey is just not my thing, so never again.

Eaten pasta? Spot on. We had spaghetti for dinner tonight.

Planned for an event? There is no event to plan, and it’ll stay like this for the next 3-4 months probs.

Asked someone for a favour? Sure, I asked Gab to be the one to write the write-up that’s going to be on my college yearbook.

Watched something funny? I’ve been watching tons of these to fight off boredom during the break.

Trimmed your nails? Yep, they were getting long and uncomfortable so I got rid of them.

Browsed Reddit? Also yep. School kept me busy for a couple of months and I wasn’t able to use Reddit then because I’d usually pass out by evening. But right now I have more than enough time to browse it, so I’ve been doing some catching up.

Talked to yourself? I guess? Not as much as before the lockdown though, because I’ve already been usually by myself throughout this break, and don’t feel the ~need to talk to myself.

Purchased tickets for something? Nah. They cancelled almost all future events up until May or June...there’s no tickets to be bought at all to begin with.

Felt like you were annoying someone? Meh, it happens every now and then.

Cleaned a toilet? I’ve never done this at all.

Reminisced about the past? LMAO yeah. Someone created a Facebook group that lets alumni from my high school just shit-talk the school and bring back (and reveal) old drama, scandals, and controversies. It’s hilarious, it hasn’t pissed me off, and past students exposing teachers who turned out to be trash and/or perverts is so satisfying.

Used headphones? I haven’t had headphones in a while.

Laughed with a friend? Yeah, but just virtually. I haven’t heard most of my friends’ voices in a while.

Cooked dinner and then didn't feel hungry? Nah. I HAVE helped my dad make dinner a few times this week, which is like huge baby steps for me in learning how to cook haha.

Written a list? I don’t think I have in the last week.

Played an instrument? Nope. Felt jealous or envious? It happens. Ignored a text message on purpose? Lol yeah I guess. There were times I got fed up with Gab being such a slow replier that when she replies, I stopped wanting to open my inbox. Congratulated someone? I just did! UP’s med school results were released a few hours ago and I congratulated my friend Michelle for passing. Her decision was super clutch – she initially passed med school as early as high school but she declined it so she can take journalism instead, because it’s what she thought she liked at the time. Four years into the course and she realizes she hated it, so she made the really clutch decision to review for med school exams and she ended up passing every single one she took, UP being the icing on the cake. Honestly I wish I had balls like her.

Have you in the last month?

Made a piece of art? I don’t think so.

Rewatched one of your favourite tv shows or movies? I rewatch Friends at least once or twice a month, so ya got me there.

Called a plumber? We haven’t needed to do this.

Been to a see a doctor? Yup, an optometrist. Something’s been going on with my left eye for a while, so I went in to have a checkup a couple of weeks ago.

Finished a book? I did :o I had to read an entire book to make an essay for my business news class. It’s an investigative piece on the fast food industry, which I honestly dig, so I didn’t have a hard time reading and finishing it.

Had a crush on someone? Sure.

Travelled on a train? Definitely haven’t done this at all, except for that one time three years ago when I had to do it with Jum to go to the House of Representatives in Manila.

Worn heels? I don’t think I did, no. Been to a friend's house? Yeah, I was at Gabie’s a couple times before the lockdown started. Shared a bed with someone? ^ Just her. Been to see a movie at the cinema? Haven’t been to since Knives Out last December. Paid attention to celebrity drama? Nah. High school drama though, I’ve been all over that the last couple of days lmao. Felt anxious? I feel it at least once a day. Taken an elevator? Sure. Given someone the cold shoulder? Only when I don’t reply to Gab because she takes too long to reply, lol yeah. It doesn’t last too long though; it’s just a playful tantrum thing. Purchased a new book/game/movie? Nah, I think I find most of my content on YouTube/Netflix anyway. Applied for a job? Hahahahahahahahahahhaha not yet don’t rush me. Used a printer? I don’t think so. Had lunch in a park? But do we have parks at all? Lmaooooooooo Gotten a manicure or pedicure? Definitely not into those. Made an appointment? Ish? If the one with the optometrist counts. Had a blood test done? Not since 2010. Suffered from a major bruise? Lol dude I haven’t moved a lot in the last few weeks, there’s absolutely no reason for me to get a bruise. Researched a topic in-depth? Yes. I am in school, after all.

Have you in the last year?

Been to the beach? Yep, but it’s been a literal year and not less than, and I am haaaaaardcore missing the beach. No idea when I’ll be coming back.

Visited someone in the hospital? No and I hope I won’t have to for now, given what’s been going on.

Played pinball? Ooh I just did earlier this month! Gab and I went to BGC for a whole night of partying, and when everyone went home we stayed so we can go bar-hopping, and there’s a place called Barcade that’s...well, you get the name. ANYWAY they had sooo many vintage arcade games and a couple of pinball machines, and we didn’t waste time playing each of them. It was sooooo fun.

Travelled on a plane? A couple of times.

Worn a costume? I was Dora for Halloween, so yup.

Been thrift shopping? I don’t...think so?

Thought about getting pregnant or got pregnant? Hell no.

Made a big life decision? Not really. Hasn’t everyone’s lives been put on hold because of this stupid virus?

Changed a lightbulb? Never had at all, really.

Framed something and put it on your wall? Nah. I’m not really that kind of person.

Been stargazing? I’ve been doing this a lot recently cos I’ve been staying at the rooftop at night more often. And with everyone at home, the light pollution has been clearing up and the stars have been so much easier to see.

Made a new friend? If the new applicants for our org count, then yes.

Added to a collection? I don’t have any.

Been to the dentist? Oh yeah. I had a really bad toothache throughout December but the dentist took it all away ahhdkjfhdjsfhsf I’m so grateful lmao.

Broken up with someone? Nope.

Held a baby? That’s a bigger nope.

Created a budget? Nah lmao I would never be able to follow it.

Confessed feelings for someone? Already did.

Had surgery of any kind? Nope and I hope I’ll never need one.

Quit a job? Never had a job,

Been in a car accident? NO thank god hahahahahahaha Purchased something worth over a grand? Yep, one of my Christmas gifts for Gabie was well around two grand. Pesos though, so that’s like roughly $40. Been on vacation at least 500km/300mi from home? Yeah, we always do at least one of these when my dad’s home. Applied for an academic course? Does enrolling count? I’m still in college lmao. Had your photo taken by a professional? I had my grad shoot taken last January.

#survey #surveys

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alias-levi · 4 years

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Novel Prep Tag

Big thanks go out to @keen2meecha for the tag! This one took me for ever to fill out but I eventually managed. Also, to save you from scrolling for 30 minutes, I set the cut. I warned you.

First Look

1. Describe your novel in 1-2 sentences

Two hitmen, who learned to keep business and private life separate, happen to meet each other more often than not. Jumping over their own shadows, they get used to each other and things seem to get less work-related.

2. How long do you plan for your novel to be?

That’s hard bc I have no plan right now. I’m trying to push myself to a chapter length of, like, 3k-5k; and aim for a number of 20 chapters maybe. So we’ll end up somewhere between 60k and 100k.

3. What’s your novel’s aesthetic?

A rainy night in a big city. The asphalt is illuminated by traffic lights and neon signs. The air is filled with the sounds of traffic and cars.

But also a quiet house in the middle of nowhere. Two people co-existing, not talking much rather speaking through the music that fills the house.

Additionally, killing. Throwing hands until an arm is wrapped around the target’s neck to suffocate them. Or exhaling, calming the heartbeat as much as possible before gently pulling the trigger. Splattering blood over the walls.

4. What other stories have inspired your novel?

Definitely the John Wick Universe and the Hitman Universe (which I initially got the idea from). My WIP currently takes place in the John Wick Universe but I try to distance it through the second draft/editing phase.

5. Three images that get the feel of your novel

Main Characters

6. Who is your protagonist?

Yrsa Agnarsdóttir. She is from Iceland and in her mid-twenties. Also she works as hitwoman. (For more info check out her OC Intro.)

Alexej Kznetsov. He is from Poland and in his late-twenties. He also works as a hitman. (For more info check out his OC Intro.)

7. Who is their closest ally?

There isn’t really a space for allies in their lives, since both, Yrsa and Alexej, spend most of their time travelling and working (alone).

However, for Yrsa there is still her family and her best friend who have her back. Though, they don’t know about her real profession. In later chapters Alexej joins this list.

Alexej, on the other hand, can’t relie on his (biological) family. Also friends are not really his cup of tea. So, there’s way to go for him.

8. Who is their enemy?

Enemies aren’t really a thing in this story but much rather I’d call it competition/rivals.

If the job offer for a hitman is not exclusive but public, it’s first come forst serve. The first person to show up and get the job done is the one who gets paid. Everyone else to show up after that gets left out in the cold.

9. What do they want more than anything?

Alexej? Probably just for Yrsa to shut up and calm down for once.

Yrsa? I have no idea yet. Maybe Alexej to loosen up a bit.

10. Why can’t they have it?

She doesn’t care. As simple as that. Yrsa doesn’t care about what people (other than her really close friends and family) think about her. But for Alexej? Maybe. Some day.

Alexej is way too reserved. He needs his time to get used to Yrsa, and her lively nature, before he can shake off the stiffness.

11. What do they wrongly believe about themselves?

Alexej feels guilty for his younger brother’s death. He had promised him that he would always protect him. Realizing that he should have been there and save him from the fire, had broken something deep within Alexej.

12. Draw your character

I’m sorry, I won’t make you suffer like that.

13. What is the worst thing that could happen to your protagonist?

For Yrsa it would be a family member dying (natural cause) or getting hurt (due to her job). She keeps them very close and loves them dearly. Also a friend, like Einar, dying because of whatever reason would really throw her off the track.

Alexej is less easy thrown off the track. He is quick to close his heart and shut down feelings. Something as shallow as a friend getting hurt or dying wouldn’t be that much of a deal. Also “friends” is a term that he doesn’t usually use to describe anybody.

Therefore, it must be something that hit really close to home for Alexej. Maybe visiting his parents and realizing that they didn’t change at all in all those years he had been gone. Bonus points if they also blame him for his brother’s death, like he himself already does.

Yes, yes I’m hinting at a chapter throughout the book here. Thanks for noticing lmao

Plot Points

14. What secret will be revealed that changes the course of the story?

Uhh... None, actually? This story is just about watching two people get used to the presence of someone else for the first time in a while. Also about seeing them become closer and, uh, dip into a romantic relationship.

15. Do you know how it ends?

Yes, and I plan on making a second part.

16. What is the theme?

The working title is a quote I read online and I think it’s from the Hitman video games or one of the movies.

“We determine who we are by what we do” obviously states that our destiny is in our own hands. What we do, how we act, is how we are. Everything we do has an impact on our future, and it’s up to us to control this.

But this story is also about the things we are forced to do to survive. Sometimes we can’t chose “what we do” and therefore it has less of an impact on us.

17. What is a recurring symbol?

Fighting, I guess. But also relaxing and coming down from the highs in very particular and private places.

18. Where is the story set?

As for the time We determine […] takes place in the modern world, like ours. Regarding a place it’s set all over the world, since both characters travel a lot. Though, there are recurring locations, like Yrsa’s house in Iceland.

19. Do you have images and scenes in mind already?

I’m still plotting and outlining but also started the first draft and make a lot of things up as I go. But I do have the major/key events, drafted and designed to the last detail, in my head already.

20. What excited you about this story?

I guess it was attempting to write something slow, where the characters need to grow before they’re ready to get involved in the relationship. I have never written something like that before so I see this as a bit of a challenge.

Also I haven’t really written anything for a long while. Especially anything longer. That also made me decide to officially pick up on this.

21. What is your usual writing method?

After vaguely making things up in my head while watching movies or series, I write that down slightly more detailed in an app where I can already structure everything and easily change stuff. Then, when I actually start typing things out, the real creative flow starts and I feed everything into a Google Doc or Word Doc.

Uh, I’m just gonna tag a bunch of people. I don’t know whether all of you have a WIP you work on but if you feel like doing it, here you go!

@liz-pooh @yogurt-writing @anxious-bean-writing @aelenko (but I think you got tagged already)

#community gathering #we determine who we are by what we do #novel prep tag #wip: wwa

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wannadiebutgottawrite · 5 years

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I mean where’s your writing though? Where are the storys, whAT ARE YOU WRITING I mean if you actually post stuff I’ll low key make you fan art cause I wanna see more original content my man I see all these writing memes in your blog but haven’t yet seen any writing...

im SO shy with my writing im ngl ;;;; i havent like, gone to classes to get better or anything so im mostly self taught since i slacked off so much in high school

but um i can tell you right now haha i mean why not, i didnt actually think anyone cared so lmao

ive got a few stories going on but most of them are in EARLY stages, my main piece is about a girl named mishka linkovich, its a superhero theme thing so expect stupidity :3;;;; also the superhumans are called masks, whether they’re heroes or villains or vigilantes, if they have super powers then theyre masks

mishka lives in an apartment with her “step father” mordecai who used to be the worlds greatest mercenary but he retired to become a florist, but he still keeps tabs on his old shit and actually helps the local hero and his sidekick lmao im ngl im wildly proud of mordecai please ask about him

mishka has messy hazard orange hair that stops just above her shoulders and bangs that cover her left eye,gunmetal blue eyes that are p dead-looking and cold, she’s usually glaring but it’s not on purpose shes just in a lot of pain constantly haha and like. a STUPID amount of scars. like. you dont know, dude. you just dont. noteably, theres a scar across her neck from when it got Yoinked open with a broken bottle aye

she also wears baggy clothing cos she doesnt go shopping, she just gets clothes from her friends so everything she owns is a handmedown

a bit about the world, superheroes are paid to protect their cities, which they are Very territorial about and the government chooses which hero gets which city, mishkas city has a hero named Atomic Man, his sidekick is Nova Boy.

little bit about them, they’re dumb.

they are just dumb lmao. Atomic Man is basically picture perfect generic superhero, blond hair, blue eyes, show-off muscles (as in they are purely for decoration), super strength and flight. Nova Boy is novice level pyro since he’s still getting a hang on his power but he basically makes explosions. he is the brains so to speak because he helps make gadgets for himself and his hero, he is ALSO Atomic Man’s step son lol hes got dark brown hair and brown eyes and hes about thirteen

theres a lot of found family here jsyk lmao

mishka isnt uh the Best Person. this might sound cliche but idrc, she’s a former child soldier and mordecai is helping her work through it so she can fit into normal society but i try to make her blood thirst tie into more of an addiction type thing than glorifying it, you know?? like not ever is it viewed as a good thing but it is understood that she does need help n shit

(if u cant tell i dont really talk about this shit a lot lmao i have no idea how to make it seem interesting or sell it to someone in anyway lol elevator pitch? the fuck is that)

uh some stuff about mishka, she has 3 friends other than mordecai. a boy named dewey who im ngl, i vented a lot into him. like. a lot. A Lot. i feel SO bad for him lmao

anyway next friend is Loralei, single mother, pregnant, ex-nurse, stay-at-home-mom who makes tiny toys and clothes and sells them online also she’s Super stick thin like its a concern also shes bald and has wings

btw there are winged people in this world lmao sorry, yeah, mordecai has wings too and i have like references and shit. to be more specific, the wings fit the person. they’re always like 3-5 longer than the body’s height. like mordecai is almost 7 feet tall so his wings are mcfuckin Big and also very dark brown with red undertone, very fluffy, very healthy while LORALEIS are thin, she doesnt shed her feathers properly, she is obviously underfed and looks very frail but she’s So happy and chipper all the time.

loralei always wears pink and yellow and Bright teal dont ask me why dude idk but shes a very good mom and moms @ mishka a lot and shes one of the only people mishka genuinely trusts despite the fact only dewey and mordecai know about her killing people (she doesnt want loralei to leave her, which, mood)

third friend is a shadow creature that eats people in the alley beside the apartment complex but ill. ill go into that another time. jfc.

idk this was all just slapped together in like eight minutes and im sorry haha but yeah heres. heres this. here we go. lol. thank you for asking sorry if it wasnt what you wanted love u thank you

also im not gonna proof read this even remotely so if theres something stupid then like, /shrug

sorry if its a long reply

#asks #idk lmao #mishka #dewey #mordecai #loralei #atomic man #nova boy #oh god im sorry haha

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haruki-ya · 5 years

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Summary: Ok so, here's another self indulgent non-canon complacent aged up AU thing where Kaneda and the Capsules, who are more a gang of friends as opposed to a real gang, work with Joker at his automotive shop. Joker runs a black market parts ring under the table which brings all kinds of customers into the shop: Kei is one of them, still a prominent member of the Resistance that continues to fight against the government's unethical and unlawful treatment of it's citizens. Going into the shop, Kei naturally means business so of course, in comparison, Kaneda does not.

What follows is a tense test of wills. One icy, iron clad, seemingly impenetrable. The other aloof, arrogant, endlessly aggravating. Despite the mutual pain they cause one another, both get something out if it in the end. Even if it's not exactly what either of them really wants.

A/N: tbh it’s p much just an excuse for me to write out how I see the foundation of kaneda and kei’s relationship, who are 18 and 20 here respectively...and for me to keep everyone alive lmao. also full disclosure I know nothing about tanks and just picked some parts at random to throw in the story and this is really long i’m sorry haha ok bye

The bell ringing on the shop door as it opens catches Kaneda’s attention, makes him look up past his Shonen Jump and crossed feet on the counter.

There are a few customers wandering around the store, but they’ve been here for at least ten minutes, discouraged by his inattentive, uncaring demeanor- good. He doesn’t wanna explain to them which motor oil would be best for their shitty Honda Accords or where exactly you’re supposed to put the damn transmission fluid. It may be his job, but god damn if it isn’t annoying answering the same stupid questions day in day out. Kaneda hopes whoever entered won’t bother him with twenty useless questions, but with his luck they’ll be askin thirty-five.

The door closes softly with a tinkle and Kaneda takes a cursory glance at the woman who entered before turning his attention back to his magazine- hoping to keep up the air of “leave me the fuck alone" -but that’s before his brain really processes who exactly walked in the store. Or more like what. An angel? He does an unashamed double take.

Kaneda is drawn immediately in by her tight clothes, her straight posture, her well coiffed appearance. The coldness of her features are striking against the warmth of her yellow toned coat, the tan of her flawless skin. Her very presence is captivating, even from across the small store: his eyes are positively glued to the tall, trim figure that sticks out like a sore thumb in the dirty lobby of Joker’s Automotive Inc.

If Kaneda were any less observant, he would immediately write her off as just another flirt lookin’ for a fly to catch- for a free tune up from the eager boys in back. But her hands, while well manicured, look worn, scarred. The sweep of her head left to right is observant, but not of the products lining their isles of shelves: of the people moving between them. Calculating risks, weighing options.

Those are not qualities you find in your run of the mill city girl.

She treads softly towards Kaneda, but her gait speaks purpose. Her heels click click click steadily on the checkered linoleum floor, not asking for attention, demanding. Her eyes are covered by darkly tinted shades, but Kaneda can still see that she is looking at him…and he can’t fight a dopey smile from spreading on his face. She doesn’t smile back.

Oh, this is gonna be fun.

“What can I do for ya’ miss?” She’s only about two feet away now and her approach slows as Kaneda uncrosses his feet and tosses his magazine off to the side. She stops right as Kaneda’s feet stomp on the ground and he pushes himself up to his full height, only slightly bothered by the fact that she lords over him a solid three inches. Must be the heels.

“I’m here to speak with Joker.” Her voice oh shit is sweet like honey, burns in his veins like aged whiskey. She sounds just like she looks: bold, purposeful, husky in that sensual feminine way. Ready to cut to the chase and get down to business. Kaneda idly thinks he hasn’t taken to a girl so quickly in his whole life- and that may actually be true this time.

Kaneda keeps up his wide smile and air of politeness as he spreads his hands in an apologetic manner. Her face remains coldly detached- unimpressed. Time to up the ante.

“Sorry miss, but Joker’s not in right now. What is it you’re lookin’ for? I’m sure I could be much more helpful in satisfying your needs.” Now that garners a reaction. A slight twitch of the lips, one slowly raised eyebrow. She takes a step forward, now standing more around four inches taller than Kaneda. He cocks his head to the side as her eyes narrow behind her shades.

“You misunderstood. I’m here to talk to Joker, in private.” And that garners a reaction from him.

Sure, people come in asking for Joker all the time. It is his shop after all. Kaneda and the boys just work here. But people only ask twice and in private for jobs that don’t get written into the books- not the federally taxed ones anyway.

Joker runs a black market parts ring under the table, steals and deals high demand items for a specific type of clientele: a specific high paying type of clientele. Joker meets with the customer, estimates the plausibility of their demand, Joker gets paid to complete it, the boys help make arrangements for it, Joker gets it, the boys deliver it. Simple as that.

It’s become as easy as breathing for Kaneda and co., who have no problem with the risks and dangers of such a, well, risky and dangerous job. It’s only cause the pay is borderline lucrative and Kaneda and the boys never really have been good at being good.

What is a pretty girl like her doing asking for a service like that? Kaneda is only growing more intrigued- more eager to make her lose her temper. Something in Kaneda wants so desperately to see that cool facade crack, to see her calm, poised air fall under his “charismatic” ways. He’s always been good at pushing buttons. It really is a wonder he usually gets stuck with counter duty.

“Well, I understand alright, but there’s not much I can do for you since he’s not in right now.” Her face falls back into it’s stony mask and Kaneda shoves his foot in his mouth trying to remedy the situation, wanting to keep up the progression of facial expressions, not shut them down before the real fun starts.

“I can take a name and message though no sweat...and if you’re feeling generous maybe you could throw in your number, just for me.” She crosses her arms swiftly at Kaneda’s broad smile, at his wink- worth a shot.

“When will he be back in?” She chooses not to acknowledge Kaneda’s advance, bold choice he will admit, but only because that means he has to try harder now.

Kaneda shrugs, starts picking at his nails as if he doesn’t really care- but he does, of course. Anyone coming through looking for Joker is just as important to Kaneda as to the big lard-ass himself. They’re both paying his bills after all.

“Not sure miss, I’m not his damn secretary...I’m sure he’d consider you for the job though. One look at you and you’re hired. It'd be nice to have a pretty face hangin' around for once.” Yet another twitch of the lips, a shift in her solid stance.

“Is there a manager in store aside from Joker?” There’s a hint of thinly veiled impatience in her voice and Kaneda grins to himself on the inside. Jackpot.

“Yup! You’re looking at ‘em! All special requests go through me, the right hand man.” Kaneda too crosses his arms, puffs out his chest and widens his stance a little bit to mirror her power pose. “But that’s beside the point, your number on the other hand…”

Something like a smile- more a smirk than anything holy shit -melts away her frown as she slowly, deliberately lowers her shades down the bridge of her nose to glance at Kaneda’s chest. Impressed by his buff arms, no doubt.

“You’re no manager. That much is clear.” Kaneda’s smile twitches, but holds strong. That obvious challenge of his authority, the combative look that glitters in her bright eyes, is not what he expected, but certainly isn’t enough to throw him off balance. Right?

“And what makes you say that?”

“Your name tag is upside down...Mr. Shotaro.” Kaneda flushes at her mocking tone, her confident smirk, resists the urge to fix his name tag which upon a quick glance downwards- yup, is indeed upside down. He plays it cool instead. Or tries to.

“That’s-that’s just the new style. Someone like you wouldn’t know how the working class operates anyhow!”

“Oh, and what exactly makes you say that?” There’s a real edge to her voice now as she parrots Kaneda’s words and he doesn’t miss the way her hands clench slowly into fists. As is she wants to smack him right where he stands, but is holding herself back. A real spitfire he sees. Kaneda uncrosses his arms to throw a hand on his hip and a cocky smile on his face and goes in for the kill.

“Haha really? You look like you haven’t worked a day in your whole life. Probably live off of daddy’s hard earned money. You even know what a tax refund is doll face?”

The woman’s whole demeanor seems to shift at that. There’s nothing subtle about it, like watching fast approaching thunderclouds roll quickly, all encompassing, over skyscrapers and cityscapes. Throwing the people caught underneath into a panic. Powerless against the force of Mother Nature.

Kaneda swallows hard and strains his smile in the hopes that she can’t sense his sudden discomfort. Maybe he shouldn’t have called her doll face...

“I’ll leave a message for Joker. I’d hate to run into you again were I to come back. Get a pen and paper ready, I won’t repeat myself.” Her voice has dropped an octave, entered a dangerous, very obvious territory of “try me again ”.

And so naturally, of course, Kaneda does.

“Hah, pen and paper, how hard can your order be babe? Need an oil change? A custom made paint job for your bug? Want me to show you how to properly lubricate your bearings while we’re at it?” Still, despite his nasty jest, he lazily reaches for a pad of paper and a pen. Just to humor her.

And well, to write down her order with.

He’s a jackass and a dumbass, but rarely both at the same time. Is leaning more towards the former at this particular moment.

A fierce scowl mars her pretty face and god damn how does that make her more attractive? She takes another step closer, body flush with the counter, and Kaneda gets a good whiff of her perfume: green tea leaves, bright citrus, and just a hint of earthy sandalwood. Definitely angelic then.

“You’re absolutely disgustingly insufferable.” Her eyes, like her words, are sharp, a biting amber that cut straight through Kaneda, make his knees almost feel weak. Her lashes are long, bat furiously against the rim of her shades.

“And you’re just too damn sweet.” And honestly, he does mean that. Kaneda’s certainly been called much worse.

Sighing sharply out her nose, she uncrosses her arms and leans away. Shakes her head almost imperceptibly in - disgust? disapproval? Probably both if Kaneda’s involved, but he’s confident she’ll come around. That he’ll be able to coax a smile out of her after he makes her scowl a whole bunch more first. He wants to see the calm beyond her stormy demeanor, to know what else can be found beyond her icy expressions.

Right as he’s about to try again, she jerks her head towards him and speaks lowly. Drops her crossed arms to cock her hip and place her hand on her waist, a mirror image of Kaneda's own posture. He notices the fingers of her other hand tap steadily at her thigh.

“I need one GE T700 gas turbine engine, two M1 fume extractors, four drive sprockets, two sixteen toothed the other twenty, approximately seven and a half gallons of liquid EN 1063, and maybe if you’re feeling generous you could throw in a little respect ...just for me and my high paying associates. Does that sound doable?”

Kaneda’s jaw flaps like a fish out of water, both at her deadpan tone and the order itself. Does that sound doable?

“Are you trying to build a fucking tank?!” Is what he blurts out and it’s obviously the wrong thing to say, even Kaneda knows that before seeing her face close off again and something downright unpleasant twist her features. Long gone is that pretty girl scowl, replaced in turn by pure scorn.

Man, cute but intimidating. Who knew that was his type?

“...Right, tell Joker Ryu won’t be happy. Especially not with you, Shotaro Kaneda.” The threat in her voice is just that, a threat. Very real, very pressing, and Kaneda actually does know why he’s put on counter duty so often- he’s good at weeding out potential, at differentiating between empty threats and real ones. And this bitch of a beauty is dishing out some serious, “you’re gonna regret this” vibes.

His words stumble over themselves as she turns sharply on her heel, as if to leave, because Kaneda just can’t have that, pride and joy be damned.

“Wait, wait, wait, look, I’m sorry! I, uh, I’m sorry I haven’t been taking you seriously. I just, well...don’t see a lot of pretty faces like yours 'round here. I couldn’t help myself…and that order request? Totally not what I was expecting either.” She halts suddenly, spins around once again and glowers at him before re-crossing her arms. They’re just feeding off one another’s tension at this point.

“And what were you expecting? That I’d come straight in asking for the Shotaro Special and have you take me to the break room for a good time?” God damn, she fired that one back quick as a whip, a fire in her voice that ignites so suddenly even Kaneda is weary of continuing his little game with her.

“Uh, well...if that’s what you want, I only aim to please the high paying customer.” But he’s truly sincerely never been good with self control.

“You’re arrogance has no end, does it…”

“Don’t worry, I’ll grow on ya’.” He always does.

“Who says I’ll be back?” And at this Kaneda raises a brow, smirks at her ruffled expression and leans towards it with both palms flush on the counter. There’s a newfound confidence in his words with the ball safely back in his court.

“If you’re serious about this order, no one but Joker can get what you need...I can call him up right now and toss it his way, see what he has to say about it. Or you can go try your luck elsewhere. Be my guest, miss. You won’t find service quite like ours anywhere else though.”

She stares at him intensely with those bright amber eyes of hers, unblinking, unmoving. Pensive. Kaneda thinks he broke her up until the point where she sighs out her nose and uncrosses her arms. It’s as good an invitation to continue as any. Kaneda smiles and pushes off the counter, picks up the pen by his hand and starts to twirl it.

“You mentioned the name Rua?”

“...Ryu. He’s made orders with Joker before. Shouldn’t be a problem but if he asks tell him Kei personally came in to meet with him.” The woman- no, Kei -speaks through a frown, obviously not wanting to accept his apology, but willing to work with it anyway. Smart, sassy, sexy. She just keeps getting better and better.

“Kei, huh.” Three different meanings come to mind: respect, blessing, wise. “…It suits you.”

Kei must sense the shift in his tone, the sincerity in his voice because her brows furrow in thought before she accepts the comment. “...Thank you.” Although begrudgingly, if her hesitation is anything to go by.

Kaneda sends her a smile, not sarcastic, not teasing. About as genuine as Kaneda can manage in this situation. It quickly warps into one of sheepishness though, as he begins to rub nervously at the back of his neck with his free hand.

“Uh, hey though, listen...I know you said you wouldn’t repeat yourself…” Kei sighs and holds out her hand, acting put upon by his attitude and really...it’s probably not an act at this point. Maybe he should tone it down.

“Give me that, I’ll write the order down.” With a laugh he hands over the pad of paper, stained with an aged brown coffee ring, and the pen he’s been fiddling with. Their skin brushes against one another during the exchange and Kaneda’s attention is once more drawn to the elegant shape of her hands, the scars both old and new that mar them. Her skin is soft despite the raised tissue, the callouses, and he swallows around an urge to feel her hands held fully within his own.

“I gotta know, since me and my boys will be the ones getting all this shit…are you trying to build a tank?” He diverts both their attention with that one, tries to keep his mind strictly business from here on out. Kei hums to acknowledge she heard him, but has bent low over the counter to focus on what she’s writing.

“Ultimately...yes. With some minor adjustments here and there.”

“What the ever loving hell do you need a tank for? I mean, don’t get me wrong, I think that’s incredibly se-super badass of you but also uh...a bit big to be riding down the street to the grocery store with.” Nice save, Shotaro. Pet names and compliments, not compatible with Kei. Time to keep it strictly business.

Kei glances at him above the rim of her sunglasses, before turning her attention back to the paper. “...I don’t think you’re a trustworthy person to confide in with such information, Shotaro.” The finality of her tone almost makes Kaneda pout, almost, but he has appearances to uphold here.

“Awe come on! S’not like anyone would believe me if I told them some chick named Kei walked in with her heels and shades asking for parts to build a tank with.” Where Kaneda laughs, Kei scowls. Sends him another shaded glare. She’s just bursting at the seams with those isn’t she?

“So that means you would tell someone.” Not a question so much a statement and Kaneda backtracks again as her eyes stare accusingly at him. She straightens to her full height and damn, is she five inches taller than him now?

“Wha-wait, no, that was just a what if scenario-” Kei cuts him off with a clipped tone. Strictly business.

“The people I work with don’t have time for loose lipped gossip let alone what if scenarios, do you understand? There is more at stake here than you could ever understand.”

Kaneda, believe it or not, is growing tired of her cold seriousness, of her combative nature- despite himself probably being the driving cause behind it. He thinks at the very least there’s more to her than a pretty face and bitchy attitude and he's just about past the point of wanting to get a rise out of her, bored with his own tactics. He knows now that joking and flirting with her only tightens the reins on her formal cordiality, so he’s at least trying to make an effort and level with her here.

He just hopes not too late.

“Then help me understand. I got things at stake here too, this job, running parts, I like to know what I’m getting myself into beforehand. I’d be putting my ass on the line for you in this situation after all…I’ll personally accept a date as safety insurance though.” Kaneda, acting on instinct as always, is unable to keep that last bit to himself. Is sure she’ll roll her eyes at that one, maybe shoot him a scorching look, but all he gets is an exasperated sigh. A considerate head tilt.

Is that a hint of amusement he sees on her face?

“...When Joker gets in, ask him about the Resistance. I trust him to tell you more about it, about us. Ryu is a strong figurehead in the fight against government tyranny...he’s truly an inspiring man. These parts are detrimental to the success of our next plan to keep the fight in our favor. The last engine we had failed on us before we even left the compound.”

Kaneda, ever curious, can’t help but ask, “And that was?”

“Honeywell AGT1500. A little too old to keep up with our movements, I think.” Kaneda whistles lowly and crosses his arms at her response, a polar shift in their dynamics from the beginning of their fast paced back and forth banter. The tension between them is all but gone now and Kei’s words seem to flow freely and easily. That chip on her shoulder gone with Kaneda’s flirtiness- almost -in check.

“Now where the hell did you get an engine like that?”

“Probably the same place Joker will be getting this newer model.” She pauses to hold up the piece of paper with the order details written neatly on it before sliding it face down towards him.

“This city is full of surprises if you know where to look.”

“Huh…” Kaneda makes a thoughtful noise as he presses his palm flat over the paper. “I gotta say Kei, you’re not what I expected.”

And that comment, the one that usually always rubs people the wrong way, makes her lips curve into the closest thing to a true smile Kaneda has seen throughout the past ten minutes of conversation. If her scowl is hot, makes his knees weak, Kaneda can’t even begin to describe what her small little grin does to him.

Kei tucks a piece of hair behind her ear before replying and Kaneda has to hold himself back from chasing the action, from feeling the softness of her short hair between his own fingers. Damn, he’s got it bad for this girl.

“Let me guess, you thought you had me pegged the moment I walked in. You seem the type to care solely about appearances. Or should I say shallowly .” Kaneda laughs at her comment, lost on cloud nine, and opts to take it lightly despite the slight insult to her words.

Puts a spin on his response, just for her.

“I’m a simple man, can’t deny that, but you...you hold yourself in a different way. Your hands aren’t those of a good for nothin' free loader, I was lying when I said you probably haven’t worked a day in your life. You work plenty, and you work hard at that. Can see it in your eyes, the set of your shoulders too…there’s definitely more to you than just a pretty face.”

Kei is silent at that, her small smile gone. On her face is a new expression, one that almost looks frightened. For a moment Kaneda thinks he said something wrong, should have held his tongue like he’s never been good at doing. Strictly business and all that.

Kei's eyes bore into Kaneda’s own, gleaming in the fluorescent light like two firm copper coins. Her lips part slowly as if she is about to speak, but she quickly purses her lips instead and pushes her shades up to settle more firmly on the bridge of her nose. She takes a step back and...is that a flush Kaneda sees on her cheeks?

Check and mate.

“...I guess looks can be deceiving, no?” Her voice has gone low, almost soft, just shy of sweet and Kaneda very suddenly thinks he might be in love.

“You’re not wrong there.” Is what he says quietly in response and they stand, facing each other, for a long moment. It’s almost tender, their silence. Almost pleasant.

Until Kei clears her throat suddenly and clasps her hands behind her back. The moment is broken, but will be long from forgotten.

“Well...I’ve got to head out, handle a few more matters. Thank you for your help Kaneda, I hope to hear from Joker soon. Although, before I go, I must admit...I’m glad you recognize that I’m not one to mess around.”

Before Kaneda can say anything else, throw back some smart ass rebuttal or maybe just gawk at this amazingly unexpectedly enigmatic woman, Kei turns on her heel and click click clicks her way out the door just like she came in. Kaneda stares after her for a minute, caught up in the faint trace of her perfume that still lingers in the air. He’s not so sure she’s an angel anymore...maybe a devil in disguise.

But that works even better in his favor.

A loud klang from the door behind him makes Kaneda jump to attention and jerk around. Tetsuo is standing there, scowl on his face, oil smeared on his forehead, wiping a lug wrench clean(ish) with a dirty rag.

“I thought Joker said no more girls on the job.” Kaneda rolls his eyes and snags the list of items Kei wrote out from the counter. Very deliberately doesn’t correct Tetsuo and let’s him think she is his girl. No harm no foul.

“You’re just jealous that I’m not stuck doin’ oil changes.”

That seems to bowl away whatever comment Tetsuo had, because he scowls and mutters something- not kindly -under his breath. Kaneda can’t even be bothered. A goofy grin that’s been itching to surface manages to overtake his face now that Kei is gone- not for good. She’ll be frequenting his thoughts for probably the rest of the week.

“Whatever asshole, I’m off on lunch right now. Want Kai to take over and grab a bite with me since it’s slow?” Kaneda is touched by Tetsuo’s offer and expresses as much by clasping his hands over his heart, batting his eyes dramatically. He’s feeling all kinds of giddy after his talk with mysterious miss Kei.

“Oh Tetsuo! I thought you’d never ask! I’m so flattered that you feel this way for me, so strongly that you’d ask me out to lunch!” Tetsuo rolls his eyes at Kaneda’s antics and chucks the dirty rag in his hand at Kaneda, who throws his arm up to block the nasty thing from touching his face.

It’s then, when he’s face to face with her elegant scrawl, that Kaneda realizes he’s still holding the list of items that Kei wrote down. And that there’s also a phone number hastily scrawled below a separate note near the bottom. Kaneda shakes the rag off his forearm and eagerly reads Kei's elegant script.

Don’t even think of contacting me outside of business matters. This number isn’t for personal use, I have a separate phone for that. Maybe if you weren’t

Be less of an ass next time.

- Kei

Kaneda stops moving, stops thinking, stops breathing. There’s no way...He’s always been good at recognizing an opportunity when he sees one. And that hesitantly written note right there, with it’s crossed out words and clumsy scrawl in stark contrast to the rest of Kei’s neatly written list, means he has a chance.

He has a goddamn chance!

“A chance for what?” Tetsuo, once again, ruins the moment with his sour tone but Kaneda is through the roof with excitement, can’t hold back the whoop of happiness he lets out as he throws himself suddenly at Tetsuo, locks him into a bear hug. He ignores Tetsuo’s indignation, “Hey dumbass, let me go! What the hell is your problem?!”, and instead places a fat kiss on his friends grimy cheek. Laughs at the flush that colors Tetsuo’s face when he pulls away.

“Sorry Tets, rain check on lunch! I’ve got “after hours” business to discuss with Joker. Oh, but grab me a bento while you’re out!” Tetsuo scowls at him and rolls his eyes while violently wiping his cheek with the back of his hand.

“Yeah right asshole. Don’t fuck around for too long or Yama will rip you a new one!” Tetsuo ducks quickly back through the doorway leading to the garage, probably hoping to evade another Kaneda brand affection attack, but it’s a useless gesture.

He’s only got one person in mind he wants to really share those with.

After hurling back a customary, “No promises!”, Kaneda resumes his stationary position in the chair behind the counter, kicks his feet up and reaches for the phone. Impatient to start his homework. After dialing the familiar number, it takes only a short moment for the person on the other end to pick up. Kaneda can’t hide the smile in his voice.

“Hey Joker, it’s Kaneda...had someone come in looking for you a minute ago, she went by the name Kei...yeah, she did...tell me first though, how much do you know about her?”

This is going to be fun.

#akira #kanekei #kaneda #kei #akira au #fuck me honestly #ughdbdhdj #my writing #just throw me off a cliff now #my work here is DONE #there's so much djknklnsdjcna #like where the hell did this come from......i really don't kno

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hello!! i am back and on desktop this time. the blog is just as pretty. alex + yellow = v v attractive jfc. this is a long one so buckle in.

to begin: i hope you have the most fun on your day road trip and sing your heart out to atl and taylor swift. i love driving long distances and idk just driving in general is fun. have the absolute best time MWAH

my birthday is in november!! november 23 to be specific. i share it with miley cyrus which is something i always found to be very cool when i was growing up and watching hannah montana. it also means i am a sagittarius and funny little fact i realized is that my best friend is a gemini. alex and jack are also a sagittarius and a gemini. from being 13 i know that tyler and josh from twenty one pilots are also a sagittarius and a gemini. something about sagittarius and gemini besties idk.

also yeah!! ao3 year in review!! it's a bit complicated to figure out at first and if you read a lot the finding pages thing can be pretty tedious, but it's def worth it once you figure it out. it gives you a lot of different stats about everything you read and it's pretty cool. now i am going to go look at your fics to remember my favs. you deserve the praise so i am willing to offer it. jeez you write a lot i respect the motivation sm. you write quite a bit of angst and i won't lie i try to stay away from angst so i haven't read your fics that seem super angst-y based on the tags. BUT there are still so many i recall reading and loving nonetheless. on a quick scroll-through: i usually don't read high school AUs but "paint me in trust (i'll be your best friend)" was super adorable and lovely. "thank god i'm yours" is one of my favs iirc. also i love love love "it's not always easy (but i'm here forever)" like yes please romanticize alex gaskarth i love it sm. "i won't be silent (and i won't let go)" and "i fell asleep in a city that doesn't" are both super fluffy and romantic and are favs of mine. in case you haven't picked up on it i adore very fluffy and romantic fics lmao. alright i am continuing to scroll and there are so many more i could list that i love but this section is getting quite long. just know if it's about a kitchen or hotel rooms being for lovers i probably read it and adored it and that pov is so valid.

waterparks!! will not lie i only really started listening to them about 6 months ago having been distantly aware of their existence for several years by being a fan of bands in the same genre. listen as long as you let yourself be vaguely annoyed by awsten is prevents you from being in love with him. follow him on any social media platform for like a day and you'll be sick of him typing in nothing but all caps within hours. simply do not romanticize him and you can keep yourself from falling!! so this is coming from a slightly fake parx fan, but some of my favs by them have been peach (lobotomy), crave, numb, fuzzy, violet!, you'd be paranoid too, and lowkey as hell. that is a very songs-from-their-most-recent-album-heavy rec, but whatever. i did give the disclaimer about being a fake parx fan.

yeah hayley does have 2 solo albums now!! petals for armor and flowers for vases / descansos. pfa is the one i didn't really like upon first listen but has grown on me. i haven't even listened to the second one in its entirety oops but we won't mention it. dead horse is good but simmer (pretty sure that was the other single??) just ain't it for me. the album has some lovely songs but it's just a hit or miss album all the way through. some favs of mine on it include pure love, taken, crystal clear, watch me while i bloom, and why we ever. it's sorta a storyline album about healing if that adds anything to it?? but anyways. i started listening to paramore around the time after laughter dropped and it grew to be one of my fav albums in existence. idle worship is probably one of my fav songs like ever. i def understand being slightly put off by bands with songs that make religious references (me with twenty one pilots' earlier music that makes a lot more religious references considering i'm not religious whatsoever) but i think i am blinded by being in love with hayley williams and just ignore it. idk that she's like super religious?? she's addressed believing in god and stuff a few times but she's def not the "rub it in your face" type and if she's making refs in music more recently then they're subtle enough i'm not noticing them. ik albums like brand new eyes had a lot more because it was shortly after that the band split and the songwriting process was essentially her and ex-bandmate co-songwriter arguing about their religious beliefs (turns out he ended up being super homophobic and transphobic all based on his religion so do with that what u will and thank the clown for leaving). i feel u on the "i meant to start listening to them" because that's essentially how i started listening to them. i told myself i was going to and then finally forced myself to do it. fuck falling for awsten knight what's more risky is falling in love with hayley </3

also yeah!! you've articulated my feelings towards tde. every song is so vastly different that it's hard to like it all. #1 fan is pretty decent though, and that's not just my bias about finding both ross and his gf hot and a cute couple and getting to see them together and ross half naked in a mirror in the video nope not at all. he's my fav himbo!! he has no personality!! no thoughts head empty!! i still love him and his strawberry-growing saga on twitter tho <3 the hazard of being in love with ross lynch since i was 12. girlfriend better be a fucking banger and there's quite a few already released singles in the tracklist so i have hope. i believe my show is in chicago on november 19 which is a thursday. kinda sucks since i intentionally bought the chicago tix nearly two years ago (the show was originally supposed to be april 25 2020. lol.) because the show was on a saturday and i have to drive 3 hours to get there. obviously i can't speak for them as tde but r5 shows always fucking slapped and i can vouch for them (realized i haven't seem them live since 2016?? 5 YEARS?? wtf) so if u genuinely like them. would recommend going to see them.

anyways. i have not listened to luke's solo album yet. i plan on it. this has gotten so long but i tried to respond in all areas and even organized it in different paragraphs this time (thanks being on desktop!!). hope you are well. hope you have a lovely day. hmm what's a little "going on in my life" fact. i got new glasses a few days ago and my eyes essentially said fuck off because adjusting to the new prescription has left me with eyes that hurt and occasionally slightly nauseous. here is to hoping my eyes get their shit together. mwah LOVE YOU TOO - the other bella/cubs anon/idk

okay hi hello. i have put this off because holy hell it's long but let's do it. i am putting a cut because this whole thing is long even without my answer

first: the road trip was super fun thank you!!! i am intrigued by this information regarding sags and geminis, we should do some scientific inquiry. enquiry. i don't know if there's a difference between those words.

aha! well i tried the ao3 year in review thing and i would say it had about 55% accuracy but still i agree it's fun to look back at that kind of stuff. and i feel you on the angst thing i go through phases of writing angst-heavy stuff and then writing very fluffy stuff and it is entirely based on my mental state buuuut i have lots of fluff and i'm glad you found it all and that you liked it yay <333 KITCHENS ARE FOR LOVERS i will die on that fuckin hill. hotel rooms as well but primarily kitchens.

dfgjhgdlfkhgdfmj honestly i dont use twitter enough that i would see his tweets enough that that would bother me also the fact that he tweets in all caps means that i just picture him yelling everything he tweets which i find absolutely hysterical so i don't think that would help. i have added these parx songs to my listen asap playlist and will get to them when i get a chance thank you i am excited also i already know lowkey as hell and it slaps super hard so im very much lookin forward to the rest of these. merci merci

YEAH simmer was the one i didnt vibe with. and honestly i feel zero compulsion to get into hayley williams as a solo artist. i just don't vibe enough to want to do that so i doubt i'll be listening to her anytime soon but maybe if i hear the songs in passing or get super bored one night, idk who can really say. but yeah christianity typically puts me off of music (speaking as a very jewish bitch) although there are notable exceptions in the cases of thomas rhett and the driver era. i'm just not attached to hayley enough to be like ehhh this doesnt matter. does that make sense

FAVORITE HIMBO PLEASE HGSDFGDFGKLFGJ i dont follow him on twitter but i have seen some interviews of ross and rocky and tbh they're great i love the way ross speaks like i like his speech mannerisms and i like his FACE and HAIR and. yeah. i think hes pretty. and i think he and 5sos SHOULD collab i think that would be sexy as hell. can you imagine that. oh my god can you imagine a ross lynch/luke hemmings collab. i'm not even really talking to you anymore bella because i know you haven't listened to luke yet and don't have a stake in it but if anyone else is reading this long ass answer. ross & luke collab. okay im going to move on and not think about that now. but i probably won't see tde unless i get a job this semester because i'm trying to stop spending so much money on big indulgent things like concerts likeee i was in a really good habit of not spending that much and then suddenly i got paid for one summer and i was just goin Crazy and i need to dial it back. plus i wanna see ajr and noah kahan equally bad so like. i have to make some calls about priorities here. it's Much to think about

good luck to your eyes i'm sure your new glasses are hella cute tho!!! LOVE YOUUUUUUU

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