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clouseplayssims · 2 years

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So, a building project I want to take up once the ABC Build Challenge is over is recreating lots from all of the numerous, lovely places I stopped at during my trip! This is mostly me spit-balling, but also for some of these I’m not sold on just WHICH lot to do since ideally I won’t be doing more than two per area.

Bisbee, Arizona - I have family in the area, it’s a super cool old mining town, lots of old buildings. The copper roof is HERE and VIBIN. We only went to the Bisbee Breakfast Club but understandably I’ve been there a lot. It’s super eclectic, probably the most liberal former mining town I have ever encountered, and just picking one place is a struggle.

Ideas For Bisbee: -Lavendar Pit Mine (chance to play with terrain tools, I’ve never built a mine like this!) -Muheim Heritage House Museum (Weird Roofing but I’m into it) -Old Brewery Building (I am a whore for red brick) -Bisbee Mining & Historical Museum

El Paso, Texas - Really only stopped here on the way to other things, which is a shame because we drove around and they have a lot of cool buildings! We did visit the amazing Bowie Bakery. I have no idea what pastries I got only that they were delicious. Because I’m sticking to just things I saw, probably going modern bakery on this one.

San Antonio, Texas - We stayed the the Gibbs Hotel which is RIGHT next to the Alamo. Like. I never realized it’s in the center of town and everything is built up around it. I’m so used to historical places being ignored out in the boonies so it was refreshing. I also had 0 idea that San Antonio had so many historical buildings!?!? None of you even told me. I resorted to a ghost tour to find the oldest and coolest ones, including the old jail which is - I kid you not - now a Holiday Inn. I want to stay there next time. (THEY LEFT THE BARS ON THE FRONT WINDOWS AND EVERYTHING OKAY. IT IS VERY MUCH PART OF MY NICHE.)

Ideas for San Antonio: -The Alamo. Probably an older version but idk. -Gibbs Hotel -Menger Hotel -Holiday Inn Jail -Riverwalk (would be a modern build, but it’s an interesting concept and I’m curious if I could even build it in TS2. Large possibility of me having a mental breakdown in the attempt.)

Houston, Texas - Just stopped here for a bit of a rest and because my partner is very much into space. Visited the Houston Funeral Museum and the space center there which I could google the name of but I’m not gonna because I’m not even going to pretend I’ll build it. I think I’ll build something funeral-inspired, not the museum itself but something. Maybe a modern funeral home but Make It Eco Or Ask A Mortician Will Be Disappointed In Me.

St Martinville, Louisiana - SO GREEN. AND HUMID. I’m never complaining about people talking about “dry heat” ever, ever again. We just stayed over night at an AirBNB which was an old converted church and had some delicious shrimp/grits from a farm to table place, so I plan on building the AirBNB. New Orleans, Louisiana - A brief visit, mostly because I got really overstimulated despite it being a “slow” day (Wednesday when most stuff is closed) but it’s very pretty there. If only there were no people, ha.

Ideas for New Orleans: -French Quarter Bookstore, Taxidermy Witchy Shop, or Coffee Place that’s been there forever -Garden District (maybe two of these)

Mobile, Alabama - Stayed the night in the Malaga Inn so didn’t stay here long but it was interesting. More pride flags than expected, but a lot of destroyed buildings too. We started seeing that in LA - particularly New Orleans - and it was eye opening to realize how much property has just been left to fall apart. Where I live every square inch is a commodity and you rarely see abandoned buildings unless there’s something more serious going on or a permit problem. Anyway, I plan on building the Malaga Inn.

Foley, Alabama - Just a stop, but oh my goodness, SO CUTE. And more nerdy than anticipated. There was a comic shop, arcade, and a bookshop that looked well visited all on main street. We visited the Holmes Medical Museum and the soda fountain, both of which I want to build though how I’m going to set up a toy train alongside the walls is anybody’s guess.

Lynn Haven, Florida - Visited friends here, didn’t really see much since the point of the visit was meeting people and not seeing things. Thinking very strongly of making their dog though.

Beaufort, South Carolina - Another “just a stop” place we stayed the night at but outside of town there was an abandoned brick church (Old Sheldon Church Ruins) that was super duper cool so I’m going to build that even though I got bitten by so many bugs there.

Wilmington, North Carolina - Just stopped here, but visited the Museum of the Bizarre where I helped assist a sword swallower and played Pachinko at the only active Pachinko Parlor in the US. I’d LOVE to build a Pachinko Parlor but I’ll have to see what CC there is for it. (Hopefully an Umbrella Academy stan comes through for me since that was an element in the most recent season.)

Atlantic Beach, North Carolina - the destination! Mostly! We stayed here for a week with family which was super fun. I love how colorful the beach houses there are, and all the stilt homes! I was also highly amused by the elevator in our rental because it was basically a broom closet. I’ll probably allow myself a few more lots than otherwise for this location.

Ideas for Atlantic Beach: -Beach House Trio -Maritime Museum (they’ve got lots of stuff from Queen Anne’s Revenge since that’s where it’s located near) -Blackbeard Sim (I mean, I almost have to, right?) -Ocean Lot with shipwrecks? (NC has the most shipwrecks out of any US state) -Fort Macon -Mini Golf Lot -Marsh-y Hiking Trail -Aquarium

Annapolis, Maryland - Holy red brick buildings batman!!! I was LIVING. Even the streets were red brick. This was just an evening stop but we stayed at the 250 year old Maryland Inn which has a heap of history to it. I plan on building the Maryland Inn.

Washington D.C., Virginia - Stopped at the Natural History Museum which was amazing. Didn’t visit the Hope Diamond because my legs said We Are Done but otherwise got to see all the things. I do plan to eventually do a week-long Smithsonian visit someday, but this day was about taxidermy.

Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania - Spent a few days here with more family and also explored some locations relevant to my ancestry which was exciting! I got to see my Great-Great Grandfather’s house, the place where me Great Grandfather was actually born and is still standing. I also got to see some locations dating back to the revolutionary war. I plan on building the house for sure, and probably the fort and house I visited in Cross Creek. Possibly will build the oldest crematorium in the US which we happened to stop at.

San Diego, California - second destination! On my side of the family, we go here pretty much every summer. This year I didn’t do too much because amid all of this traveling I still am having mega sinus issues and since we weren’t spending several hours a day driving (where I pretty much slept the whole time) I mostly just vegged out and ate food. I think I’m going to build a lot inspired by the numerous condo complexes on the beach, but I might do a pier/ocean/lifeguard stand situation. I’ll think about it more as this video approaches.

#future plans?#idk how to tag this

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vgna-wf · 9 months

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met someone the night i arrived bc he got locked out of his room. tall nerdy guy with a shrek shirt on. hung out some of yesterday, followed him on his errands as he prepared to leave. went to the bookstore together. real sweet guy. very lefty, talked a lot. lots of niche interests. surface level very similar to my favorite ex, but also very much not so. not interested in him but ive now identified them as a Type of Dude. still texting bc i liked him

had breakfast with a woman who seems extremely accomplished and well connected and has all the right opinions yet is also very privileged. enjoyed talking to her and felt mostly open and honest but also found myself a little uncomfortable because i was worried about saying all the right things and coming off as honest and down to earth all at the same time. there was definitely a barrier to connecting.

had dinner in a tavern. sat at the bar. bartender asked about my book, talked about sci-fi. he was great and i wish i was more comfortable socially. im getting there. it was cool because this place (like the place i went to last night, although a bit more bougie) had a lot of regulars and it’s fun to watch them have their rapport with the bartender. found out he was going to the same concert tmrw (!!) so hopefully i can say hi then

in the evening, met a man in the smoking section from kentucky who lives in airbnbs with his dog and travels the country for his weed business. had a very open and honest and real conversation with him. felt like i met a good soul. attractive in a particular disheveled beardy millennial sort of way. he invited me to go find a rooftop bar with him. brought the dog. we went and he kind of became an ass. not to me, but his actions, even if funny, showed a disregard for other people, and his jokes became pretty offensive. he was fun and it felt nice to have his interest but oh boy. glad i had the experience but also disappointing

#i am having a wonderful time here though #i went hiking today #it was gorgeous #will maybe post some pics #walked around a bit #nothing crazy #was kinda tired #not gonna fuck that dude #even if he is older and beardy and kind of wild #he made a joke abt spiking my drink for fucks sale #sorry for the diary entry. it is late and i cannot get my pen from my locker to journal bc the bunk mates are trying to sleep #text

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katoktm6 · 2 years

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Unexpected end..again

OK I know I’ve said it three times now. But today I finished it! Originally I planned to stop at the border of France and Spain. But then, as you know, I decided to continue hiking for three more days. I thought I was finished then I started studying the maps and it appears the book I’ve been using ended in the city I went to yesterday. The touristy artsy castle city, but in actuality the coastal trail goes on for another 7 km. So at about noon today I decided I wanted to go back to the city I was in yesterday anyway and thought I would see how I felt. And then…Of course I needed to finish this hike. Dinked around in Collioure again…. Found the cemetery if you were wondering where my cemetery pictures have been. After reading about it last night, I learned that Matisse, Picasso, and Dali were all inspired in this town. Apparently the sunrises are so beautifully pink that Matisse would sit on the Cliffside and many of his paintings are inspired here. There’s also a hotel where the three of them would stay but I couldn’t find it. The beauty of this city is astonishing.

Found the coastal Trail and off I went. Beach after beach after beach. If you want a private beach come to the Costa Brava. Every beach had one or two people on it of course the larger beaches had more people but it was so cool. When I finally got to the end, the town of Argelés sur Mar, I literally got choked up. I couldn’t believe I had hiked the whole damn thing. It’s obvious when the coastal trail ends and a different landscape begins. Miles and miles and miles of white sand beach as far as the eye could see. I tried to get a glass of champagne at The Beach bar but all they had was rosé so I went with that.

Bussed back.

Tomorrow is my last morning on the coast. I have three more days in Spain and France but tomorrow is my last coastal day. My plan is to get up at 5:15 and head over to watch the sunrise where Matisse did. Then on the way back I’m going to have a swim in the ocean on a private beach by myself… come back and watch fisherman come in to port…right outside my place…shower pack and get out of here.. sounds like a great start to the day doesn’t it?

And now for a bit of history. While waiting for the storm to hit last night, see pictures, my Airbnb owner messaged me and said “I thought you might find this interesting.” He had no idea that I am an American history teacher that focuses on American history to the constitution and the revolutionary war. Apparently port vendres is the place where king Louis XVI of France placed a memorial for the American independence. He felt so strongly about our fight for liberty that he actually made this plaque for us and placed it here on Port Vendres. The reason he chose port vendres is that they consider the city 0 Degrees sea level. All elevation in France is measured from here..The eastern most point of the Pyrenees. This is also the last French port before reaching Spain. The king decided this would be the most important port in importing and exporting goods with the new United States of America….pint zero…Who made this all happen with the French? I always tell my students he was “the man” everyone loved him, the woman spooned over him the men wanted to be his friend. Mr. Benjamin Franklin… he did more for out country and the fight for Independence than even the big G.W….in my opinion…There is a lot more to the story but I am sure you are not as nerdy about it as I am.

Siren video…an artist created this installation in the port…I think it is hooked into some buoy or something out in the sea…eerie sounds always coming from it…OR…it is just a recording he made underwater at some point..unclear..

Photos not explained

Again the French Navy. There is an old fort that matches the castle but the French Navy actually use it as a base for themselves. Today they were practicing climbing up the side of the fort walls. If you look closely…

Photos of the map are the maps we used for each stage of our hike. You might have to open them to see the beginning to the very end. I starred them

Dinner…champagne, sardines, calamari..zucchini

and my two window views….lovely

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kalemeat28 · 2 years

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actualfairyqueen · 3 years

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the i in my name stands for indecisive.

#WHY HAS THERE BEEN SO MANY THINGS I'VE WANTED TO DO IN THE PAST YEAR?#i wanted to make an etsy printable shop but i couldn't think of a good name because no one gives a fuck if the bitch who designed the wifi #printable is black ok 😭#me making logos is great hypothetically but i treat photoshop like video games. i go months without it.#and plus fonts and color schemes and yeah i'm cool off that #not gon hold anyone i think i could do nba betting bc i've soaked up enough info about the league #even then...i feel like i could bet luka gon make 20+ points a game every night and still win a lil sumn #crypto/stocks is like...if i'm not doing the research consistently why bother?#nigga like me needs to understand wtf is going in like i did with bitcoin #i was really downloading epubs and watching youtube videos like ugh #nerdy and thorough because if i don't understand what a bull market is why am i here?#and i mean following what people saying on reddit is nice but i still wanna be able to do some shit independently yk #but i think i learned how not to be an emotional investor. i'm gonna lose money. the money is gonna come back to me and then we can tryagain #omg and then i wanted to do airbnb but i promise u i can't do it by myself #would need a business partner fr #it's very doable and it could def pay for itself when i get the ball rolling but #then my sister got me interested in wholesaling real estate but like i'm never home long enough #very doable but texas is more profitable than louisiana and i'm never really home long enough you know #ah. my mind is very active.#thoughts

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fific7 · 3 years

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Ticket to Ride - Part 2

Billy Russo x Reader

A/N: Inspired by The Beatles song of the same name. This takes place in my S1 Punisher AU with Arrogant!Billy in attendance, in which he gets a taste of his own medicine.

Warnings: 18+ NSFW due to sexual content, including oral, between consenting adults* in some chapters. Drinking and swearing.

*Irl, please don’t go wild in the country without protection.

(My photo edit)

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𝕊𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕚𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟, 𝕪𝕖𝕒𝕙

𝕊𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕖𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕

𝕊𝕙𝕖'𝕤 𝕘𝕠𝕥 𝕒 𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕣𝕚𝕕𝕖

𝕊𝕙𝕖'𝕤 𝕘𝕠𝕥 𝕒 𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕣𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖

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The aircraft door opened and you stepped out gratefully onto the air jetty. You weren’t scared of flying, you just didn’t like being cooped up in a flying tube for several hours on end. Up an escalator and along a short corridor and then you were able to see outside through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The sky was beginning to shade into the colours it would take on for dusk. It looked like it had been a nice day and you hoped the good weather would continue for your stay.

Karen had texted you while you were sitting on the plane at JFK, waiting for it to push back. Frank had told her that Micro had tracked your phone to the airport so boy, were you glad you’d turned off your old phone and switched to the new one when you did. She’d also told you that Billy had asked him to find out where you were headed, and your heart sank. You knew it wouldn’t take long for Micro’s vast and nerdy computer skills to find you but then again, London was a huge city and they’d have no idea whereabouts in it you’d gone to ground, thanks to your new ‘burner phone’.

You were feeling super-excited. This was beginning to feel like an action movie, with you on the run from the bad guys.

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“London??!!” Billy shouted, making Frank quickly move his phone away from his ear on the other end. “Yeah, London,” he replied.

Billy was back at his usual post by the window. “I mean... obviously I knew she was gonna fly somewhere but I thought it would the West coast, Miami, Seattle, Alaska... somewhere like that. But to go to a whole other continent....!!!!” Frank sighed, “Yeah, Bill, sounds like she’s really not keen to bump into you anytime soon.” “Yeah, thanks for remindin’ me.” “Bill, you brought this on yourself, buddy.” “I know!” yelled Billy, “An’ all I wanna do is get her back and make it up to her for the rest of my life, and all I know is she’s in London! Do you know how big that place is?” “Yeah, I do. And t’be honest... I dunno how you’re gonna even try to find her over there.”

There was a silence on the other end of the phone. “I mean...” Frank continued, “I’m guessin’ you are gonna go over there and try to find her, Bill?”

Billy’s shoulder twitched upwards briefly, and he stared intently out the window at the New York skyline.

“Yeah, Frankie... yeah, I damn well am.”

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You’d left two of your big suitcases and the backpacks in a luggage storage facility at JFK, travelling with just the one suitcase and a large shoulder bag. You took the overground Heathrow Express to Paddington before negotiating a change onto the Tube to reach Tower Hill DLR station, boarding one of the driverless trains out to Canary Wharf. Settling back into your seat, feeling pretty proud of yourself for managing not to get hopelessly lost.

Your AirBnB apartment was in a part of the city called Docklands, beside the Thames on the Isle of Dogs. It was an area of shiny skyscraper offices and fancy apartment blocks built round the old docks, and your accommodation for the next two weeks was in one of those. You were suitably impressed when you got inside it... open plan, all trendy furniture and gleaming fittings. Big, big windows with views of the river and the tall buildings.

Your phone chimed and you saw a text from Karen on your notifications. Taking your suitcase and bag into the bedroom, you went back out to the main area and sat on the sofa to read it. Oh. Billy now knew you were in London, and had apparently booked a flight over - he’d be arriving tomorrow. Your heart rate sped up; Billy was a sniper, used to finding, stalking, watching his prey. But, you told yourself, he had no idea whereabouts in the city you were and no way of finding you.

Relax.

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Billy stepped off the Heathrow Express, looking around for signs indicating where the taxi rank was. He’d been looking at the Tube map during the train journey. Nah, fuck that.

He was too wired to even think about getting to London Bridge on the Underground, or ‘Tube’ as he found out Londoners called it. His brain had been working overtime trying to figure out how the hell he was going to find her in a city the size of London. She’d stay central, surely - she wouldn’t head to the suburbs, he felt confident of that.

Getting into the first taxi in the queue, he drawled out, “The Shard, please.” The taxi driver nodded and pulled away from the station without saying anything. Thank fuck, thought Billy, I can’t be dealing with a talker right now. But just as the thought had left his head, the driver’s London accent said, “First time in London, guv?” Billy sighed, “No. No, it isn’t.” In fact it was, but he wasn’t about to tell the driver that. He’d only end up getting taken on the ‘scenic route’, double the time, double the price.

The driver grunted and turned up the radio... really annoying music could now be heard but Billy would take that over inane small talk any day. He looked out of the windows at the city streets and his mind went back to his mission. Mission impossible. Finally he saw the river and the taxi crossed a wide bridge before pulling up outside the lofty skyscraper that was The Shard. According to the blurb he’d read on some travel website it was the tallest in Western Europe, and while there were taller buildings in New York, the shape of this one made it look quite dramatic.

He paid and got out of the taxi with his expensive wheeled duffel bag, heading to the Shangri La entrance of The Shard and going inside. (It’s one of the priciest hotels in London - of course). Checked in at reception on the 35th floor, he was then whisked up to his room on the 52nd by another express lift. The windows were huge and the views spectacular.

Once again, he was gazing out of a window at a cityscape.

Where is she?

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Your first full day, you occupied yourself with getting to know the surrounding area, doing some grocery shopping and sitting on your large balcony, enjoying the view and relaxing with a glass of wine.

Every time a plane went overhead you wondered if Billy was on it - he was due here today. You shook yourself a little, you’d just have to stop thinking about it. He wouldn’t find you.

Your mind wandered unbidden to his recent behaviour. Knowing Billy was a player from day one, you’d still got involved with him. More fool you. Another old cliché.... you thought you’d be the one to change him. And you thought you had. You’d dated him for a few months, he seemed to have ditched his old hound-dog ways and when he’d asked you to move in with him, you’d agreed without thinking it over too deeply.

Now, looking back, it seems like you’d made a big mistake.

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Micro had spent quite some time constructing a query table that he could run against accommodation reservations in London for her arrival day. She had no reason to book under another name and he’d just have to run with that assumption.

When Billy had come directly to him instead of going via Frank to ask that he try and track down her reservation, Micro had been too scared to refuse. Billy still really unsettled him - he always reminded him of a circling predator.

This query would take a while to run. He hit the go button and wandered off to work on another project while it tunnelled its way through layer upon layer of data.

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Billy was pacing his swanky hotel room like a caged panther. He’d given up on the idea of roaming the streets of London trying to spot his target, that was just one dumbass idea. He’d never find her that way, much better to just wait on that geeky twat to come up with the answer with his internet wizardry.

He’d spoken to Frank earlier, who had nothing new to report. Billy wouldn’t allow himself to feel guilty at cutting him out of the loop on his recent ask to Micro. He wasn’t stupid enough to believe that Frank wouldn’t mention it to Karen. Much as he loved him like a brother, Frank was a big sap when it came to Karen and he knew he’d give in and tell her, probably sooner rather than later.

However Frank had told him that Madani had called earlier that day, wanting to know where Billy was and why she couldn’t get in touch with him. Billy had figured out that his girl had got herself a new phone, and he’d followed suit. Which is why Dinah hadn’t been able to reach him. “Whaddya tell her?”he’d asked. “That you were on an overseas operation and were incommunicado.” “Good,” nodded Billy, “....that takes care of that little problem for a while at least,” feeling a sense of relief.

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Frank cut the call, a grim smile on his face. He hadn’t been completely straight with Billy, but it was for his own good. What he’d told Madani, however, had been the unadulterated gospel truth.

He’d said to her that Billy had hared off to Europe in pursuit of his live-in girlfriend, who’d suspected him of cheating on her and left him. He was absolutely determined to get her back.

He’d taken great satisfaction in the dead silence on the other end of the line, eventually punctuated by an angry snort and the call being abruptly ended.

That ‘little problem’ was hopefully taken care of for good.

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Micro looked at his phone as it beeped at him, the notification saying that his query was complete. That had taken much longer than he thought it would. Now he could only hope it hadn’t returned too many matches as he’d thought it prudent to run it on surname only.

He pulled up the results table and was pleased to see that there were only a thousand or so, he’d feared there would be many more. He scrolled through the list and quickly pinpointed the one he’d been looking for.

With a deep sigh he picked up his phone, typed “Wood Wharf, Water St, London E14”, a building and apartment number into a new message, then hit send. It would be the early hours of the following morning in London, so he very much doubted that Billy would leap out of bed and head right over there.

He finished eating his supper, drank a beer and settled down to watch TV when his conscience started bothering him. Should he? He shivered when he thought about what Russo might do to him if he found out.

Popping another bottle of beer open, he sat and contemplated what he should do for quite a while. He suddenly picked up his phone, sending a quick text to Frank telling him about the whole situation and including the fact that Russo now had her London address.

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While you were lounging on your balcony, sipping your wine and watching the world go by, it suddenly occurred to you that this would be a great base to work out of for a while. You messaged the estate agent and extended your stay to one month, with an option to extend if required.

Then, on a whim, you booked a flight to Barcelona early the next morning from City Airport - it was really close to your apartment even if the flights were a bit more expensive. You’d been doing a little research into other destinations to explore, and having a base in London to travel to and from made you feel much more comfortable. The W Barcelona had caught your eye while you’d been browsing for accommodation and as you were only going for a few nights, you’d booked in there.

Feeling extremely pleased with yourself, you got up and went into your bedroom, looking for a folded-up smaller travel bag you knew you’d packed in your luggage. Finding it, you began to choose some outfits for your short trip, thinking what a joy it was that you could now leave your large suitcase here.

But damn, you were going to have to be up early tomorrow. Best to get an early night, you thought, immediately yawning.

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Billy shot up in bed as his phone chimed with Micro’s text. When he read the information in the text, contrary to Micro’s belief he did leap out of bed and started pulling on his clothes (Micro had forgotten that this was an ex-Marine he was dealing with here).

He sat back down on the bed and googled the location. Oh okay, East London.... Docklands. Too far to walk and he didn’t think the Tube ran at this hour. Then he pulled up the Uber app and booked an immediate pick-up.

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Walking into the terminal building at City Airport, you were in the middle of a total yawning fit when a text came in. It was from Karen and you stopped, putting down your bag so you could read it.

Karen: Sorry to tell you this hon, but Billy went direct to Micro 🙄 and intimidated him into finding your London accom. Frank’s told him not to do that again no matter how much he’s shitting himself! Please take care of yourself 💋

You: Bastard 👿 thanks for the heads-up, I will do 😘

Picking your bags up again, you hurried over to one of the automated check-in machines to get your luggage tag.

Whoever had said ‘timing is everything’ had definitely got that right.

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“Oi!!!” yelled an irate male voice. Billy turned his head to see a groggy-looking tousle-haired guy, obviously just having been woken up. “Keep the noise down!”

Billy said nothing, just gave the guy his death stare. His head quickly disappeared back inside his apartment.

After pressing the buttons of a few apartment numbers at the main entrance, someone had buzzed him in and he’d been pounding on her apartment door for the last five minutes. But there was no response, and he knew she wasn’t that heavy a sleeper.

He slid tiredly down onto the floor outside her door. Had she somehow known he was on his way over here? No.... how would she know that?

His head dropped down in momentary defeat and he ran his fingers through his hair, groaning.

She hadn’t moved on already, had she?

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The plane lifted off the tarmac, and immediately you felt a huge sense of relief. You just weren’t ready to see Billy right now - you’d probably kill him if you did, ex-Marine or not.

Now you were off on your next adventure.

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London

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@blackbirddaredevil23 @galaxyjane @omgrachwrites @behindmyeyes-insidemyhead @ourloveisforthelovely @swthxrry @odetostep @supernaturalcat7 @obscurilicious @strawb3rrydr3ss

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#billy russo #billy russo x reader #billy russo fanfiction #billy russo imagine #billy russo fanfic #ben barnes #the punisher 💀

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bangtanfancamp · 3 years

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∴ summary: After spending a gloomy afternoon trying to get out of your own head alone , you finally seek out your boyfriend for help

∴ masterlist

∴ one shot

∴ pairing: Kim Namjoon x reader

∴ word count: 2k

∴ rating: pg-13

∴ genre: soft angst, comfort, established relationship

∴ warnings: oc is struggling with something akin to depression, it’s alluded to but not explicitly stated

∴ author’s note: this is incredibly self indulgent and was written in one go. I’ll edit later. I’d rather have it here to share sooner in case anyone needs it as much as me.

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“Joonie, what are you doing? Are you busy?” Your voice comes out small as you peak around the corner into his office, sweater pawed knuckles sneaking around the edge of the door frame.

He doesn’t look up at first. Perhaps you really were too quiet. Or maybe he’s just that immersed in his book. It’s not a cover you’ve seen before so it very well may be the latter. You know how he is when he has a new thing to get lost in. Ever your astronaut adrift, exploring the moons just beyond whatever new world he’s found.

He looks so at home now. Cozy in his den of words and letters. Perfectly domestic amidst lofty thoughts and paragraphs. His skin is mostly bare today, his coordinated tank top and shorts exposing a golden expanse of toned arms, long legs . They’re folded up and crossed, a little boy lost in wonder as he sits on his futon.

His hair is a warm chestnut this week, fringe too long around the lashes but too short to pull back. The way it refuses to cooperate when he brushes it out of his eyes, trickling silkily, stubbornly back into place, exactly where it wants to be, makes you want to chuckle.

He still hasn’t noticed you’re there. Too far gone in whatever his newest philosophy is to notice the way you study the dip of his furrowed brow, how it juxtaposes against the relief of his shadowed dimples, smiling even as he frowns. He finds so much pleasure in being studious— just for fun. No matter how much concentration it takes. You’ve always admired that about him. Admired everything about him really.

Clearing your throat, though you hate to interrupt him, you try again.

“Joonie?”

Somehow it’s even quieter than before, and as he turns another reverent page, you know you’ll have to physically intervene to interrupt him. You sigh. You hate to break the spell. He loves days like this—with the rain trickling down the window’s glass casting shadows on his focused face— he’s so happy to read when it rains.

He leans forward then without looking up to take a sip of his Earl grey, bumbling when the steam unexpectedly fogs his glasses. He laughs at himself, folding his book so it splays across the seat to mark his place and removing his glasses. It’s the first time he’s looked up. He spots you then, his face splitting into the smoothest “there’s my girl” smile you’ve ever seen.

“Hey… how long have you been standing there?” His voices comes low, warm, soothes something in you that desperately needs rest.

“Long enough to see you blind yourself with tea, it seems.” You try to smile back, but it’s a weak, floppy thing. Your cheeks can’t seem to commit so it falls a bit too flat. His brows pinch when he sees it. Something’s amiss.

“Hey… are you okay?” His inscrutable eyes analyze you, and you let him. Too tired to resist or put up a fight.

“It’s not my day, joonie.” Your voice is pitiful, even to your own ears. You’d normally wince at sounding like this in front of anyone else. But honestly, it’s okay. It’s Namjoon you’re with. You don’t have to play games or hide things. Not here. Not with him.

“Yeah?” His eyes catch yours as his palms rub the tops of his thighs. It’s an invitation. You know the gesture by now.

“Yeah… again. There have been so many of these lately,” you say, crossing the room to him, his arms unfolding to welcome you into them. “They come too often and stay too long. They’re terrible house guests. I’m tired of them, joon. I can’t seem to get rid of them.”

You’re scooped against him now, head on the space between his neck and his chest, fingers twisted into his tank top, bum in his lap, knees tucked up til you’re as small as you can get. There’s a broad palm of his on your back, fingertips on his other hand traveling the length of your arm in tender caresses as his cheek rests atop your head.

“Maybe we should start charging them rent. I bet even they can’t afford to pay that in this economy.” He offers the idea solemnly, fully committed to carrying out the metaphor that your mental health really is just an unfortunate airbnb plagued with hideously mannered squatters.

“You know, I love that about you, Joon.”

“My inability to pay rent?”

You nuzzle a sappy no into the heat of his neck,” dummy, your very real ability to never minimize things that are hard to me.”

The dip of his chest as he exhales is oddly soothing. It makes you feel like you’re being rocked and god if you don’t need to be cradled right now. “Things have been really hard lately, haven’t they?” He wonders aloud.

“It isn’t just my perception?” You look up, eyes entirely too pitiful, too round to belong to a functioning adult. No, Namjoon’s heart goes soft as he realizes he’s looking at the eyes of a very scared four year old you. The haunted gaze of an innocent girl who never got told everything would be alright. Even without knowing any more than that, it makes him want to cry.

“No, my sweet girl, it’s not.” Closing his eyes, he presses somber lips to your forehead, scooping you close to shield you— from the world, from yourself, from all the insidious things that took root in you so long ago you’re not even sure how they got in. His wide hands grip you tighter, a feeble attempt to help hold you altogether.

It’s silent then. A few beats of quiet, only disrupted by the clumsy clatter of irreverent raindrops on glass. His caress stays steady against your soft sleeves, his languid fingers perpetually in motion as he attempts to soothe the wounds that sit just beneath your skin.

You look up at him again, unsure what you’ll find.

You almost cry when you see the gentleness in his eyes. No judgment anywhere within them. Just something kind that stretches into the lines his eyes carve as he smiles. How you itch to gently peel his horn rimmed glasses off the tip of his button nose and kiss it. Bless him.

God, you don’t know why he’s so nice to you, but you’re so glad that he is. The smile you give back to him is wobbly, trembly, poorly constructed— but so so sincere that it makes your sad eyes shine. He bumps your nose with his, burying himself against your forehead as you cocoon into him.

You want to ask him what he’s reading, listen intently to him as he tells you all about it, but you know you can’t. You can’t decipher anything today. It all feels too heavy. You can’t carry the weight of anything new with hands already full. At this point, you’ve lived in this soft hoodie of his , the one you stole after his tour two years back because it smelled like him, for the past 3 days. You don’t even have the energy to change. With that kind of retention rate, seems there’s no point in asking your brilliant professor to explain anything.

Still, it’s always so nice to hear his voice. Especially with your ear to his chest like this.

So you ask anyway.

“Will you read to me, Joonie? Life always feels better when you’re reading.” You press your face deep into the copper of his neck, an open mouthed kiss placed against his pulse.

“It’s all kind of theoretical,” he chuckles. He’s bashful. If holding you weren’t occupying his hands, you know they’d be nervously fiddling with the back of his neck. A nerdy boy with a too big brain hesitant to share his discoveries.

“Is it good though? You’ve already read Jung to me, and I stayed awake through that. I think I deserve more credit.” You poke his throat with your nose. You’re not genuinely affronted, it’s just nice to remind him you're competent too. Sometimes.

His sweet chuckle then is earthy and rich, all dark molasses. “True. You actually gave pretty good feedback for that too. Fine. Didn’t mean to underestimate you. Just… bear with me if it feels odd? I haven't read it before. I can’t vouch for it all yet.”

“Fine by me. I’m just here for the cuddles and my Kim Namjoon audiobook.”

He can feel your smile against his skin. It makes him press you just that extra little bit tighter against him, exhaling soft through his nose when he feels you return the gesture.

Scooping up his paperback, he adjusts his glasses where they’ve slipped down his nose, clearing his throat to project like the narrator he claims he’s not but loves to be. He’s quiet for a few more beats. You can hear pages rustling as you sink against his skin. You imagine he must be trying to find where he was when you interrupted, or perhaps searching for a passage that seems apropos. Which he chooses, you don’t know, but you can feel when he settles, just before his caramel voice sweetens the thin air of the room.

“It's the same with the wound in our hearts,” he begins. “ We need to give them our attention so that they can heal. Otherwise the wounds continue to cause us pain. Sometimes for a very long time. We're all going to get hurt. But here's the trick - they also serve an amazing purpose.

When our hearts are wounded that's when they open. We grow through pain. We grow through difficult situations. That's why you have to embrace each and every difficult thing in your life.”

You aren’t sure when your eyes opened, not sure when they began to glaze over or when you started to cry. But you did. And you are. The salty things dripping down against Namjoon’s silken skin. Your sweatered knuckles try to knock them away, but to no avail. Your cheeks are still a wet mess and now his collarbone is too.

“Joon, what is this? What are you reading?”

“Oh… um, it’s— terribly long title but— Into the Magic Shop: A Neurosurgeon's Quest to Discover the Mysteries of the Brain and the Secrets of the Heart. Isn't that a mouthful?” his laugh is self deprecating, small, but still the most beautiful sound.

God, you hate how sensitive and soft you are right now. You don’t want to be sitting here at 4pm in your boyfriend’s lap crying over a paragraph in a book you've never even heard of before, but here you are.

“ is that… what the whole book is about ?”

“You know, I don’t know. I haven’t read it all yet. Jackson recommended it, I’m just now getting to it. Why - do you not like it? I can put this down. Read you something else if this is too heavy. You always like the poetry. I can grab that one anthology you like.”

You can feel as he starts to shuffle beneath you, eager to track down new reading material for you, afraid he’s scared you off, when the fluttering weight of your palm tethers him to his spot.

“No, stay. Keep reading. I want to hear the rest.”

You can practically hear him smile. Relieved. Can feel his dimples manifest without even trying. He kisses your hair, tilts your chin up to kiss you too. The complexity of bergamot and black tea making his supple lips even more bewitching than normal. The window in the corner is cracked open, the humidity it leaks in making your skin sticky as you lean against him.

He’s lovely like this. The rain soaked air mixing with his natural scent, a broad hand on your chin, warm thumb beneath your lip as you mold pliant into his kiss. He ends it with a peck to your lips, a tap of his nose to your nose, before hoisting you so close against him you just may fuse together.

And he reads. He reads until he’s exhausted. Til the rain has stopped, and you’ve drifted to rest pressed against the skin of his chest.

He folds the book shut once your breathing has stilled, his thumb marking the page as he tips you both to lay down sideways. As he extends his pinprick tingling legs for the first time in ages, you hoist yourself around him in your sleep like a koala, and he chuckles. That’s usually his move.

He kisses your hair then, traipsing fingers tenderly through the escaped bits of it that brush across your cheeks. He wonders if you know how madly in love with you he is. How often he’s wondered what he’d do without you. Today, like most days lately, your light was dim, but still kelvins brighter than anyone else’s.

He sends a silent thank you to whatever deity arranged things in such a way that he can hold you to his chest like this as the daylight saving’s darkness floods his studio office. You seemed so sad today, but he knows it won’t last forever. It’ll pass. It always does. He’ll just hold you until it does. And then some.

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tntmtheshow · 5 years

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#airdnd #lol #airbnb #dnd #mashup #dungeonsanddragons #nerdy #nerds #talknerdytome #TNTM https://www.instagram.com/p/B4GTPDSFtBo/?igshid=1npfvep1yoh6n

#airdnd #lol #airbnb #dnd #mashup #dungeonsanddragons #nerdy #nerds #talknerdytome #tntm

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htb5045 · 5 years

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Weltklasse Besuch auf der Comicon Berlin! Pt.3 Das ich das Random-Paket gekauft habe weil Geld übrig war soll meine Freude über das Autogramm von Robin Lord Taylor nicht schmälern. Und ebensowenig sein Können und seine Klasse! Weiter so ;) @germancomiccon . #htb5045 #htbtrips #comicon #comicon2019 #comiconberlin #comiconberlin2019 #berlin #convention #comicconvention #vip #stars #veranstaltungen #vippass #nerd #nerdy #nerdstuff #airbnb #autogramme #autogramm #fun #bailing #jasonisaacs #actor #autograph #gotham #robinlordtaylor https://www.instagram.com/p/B3HguclCOOe/?igshid=7cqbqyx5q0iy

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mage-parivir · 3 years

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in a modern au, what would everyone's occupations be? i can't stop thinking about aunt bess running a cozy little bed & breakfast 🥺💖

I think Leon would be that sports-scholarship student that actually makes use of his nerdy degree after graduation. He’s the football player everyone expected to get drafted to the big leagues, only for him to turn down the offer and actually become a marine biologist or environmental engineer. The kind that would be pegged for a catfish on Tinder, just cause he really doesn’t fit the profile of a wastewater manager.

Is it too cliche to say that Ilya might be a surgeon? I think her diligence and sense of responsibility lends itself well for the job. I think she’d also make for an excellent career executive of some sort (FMCG, perhaps, or a tech startup), only to retire at the peak of her career and find something more relaxed that she’s definitely overqualifed for.

Saine would be the likeliest to find a nontraditional career for himself (after a childhood spent playing child prodigy), just because he’s the type to get bored quickly. Perhaps a Youtube cover artist or an indie game developer? If he wasn’t sex-repulsed, I could also see him as a phone sex operator...the type who’d be holding in his laughter as he strings his clients along lol.

Eli would definitely have a strong culinary facet to their life; however, instead of a career as a chef or a restaurateur, I can more easily see them as a corporate slave who volunteers in soup kitchens every weekend. Very strong ‘secondary lead in a kdrama’ vibes.

Yu is actually prototyped from another one of my characters (from a now-defunct IF project I wrote 2-3 years ago), which was set in 2050! That character modelled for a living (and moonlighted as a vigilante by night)--it’s hard for me to imagine Yu as anything else now, just by virtue of that.

F is very competitive, and I feel like that would probably bleed into their career choices as well. I could definitely see them as an Olympian of some sort, perhaps in fields like swimming or archery.

Tahlia would definitely be old money, some kind of heiress to a conglomerate or a fashion house or something. She’d definitely not be the type to rest on her inheritance, though--when she takes over the family venture, it’s game over for its competitors.

Headcanoning that they all went to high school together (maybe Tahlia was their guidance counselor or smth lol idk) and that MC--the last piece of the gang--works in Aunt Bess’s bed-and-breakfast (top-performing AirBnB in the area three years in a row, and you can’t tell me otherwise). They hold staycations at the place once a month, to Aunt Bess’s purported dismay, and Leon somehow always ends up piss-drunk and puking his guts out in the parking lot.

#ask #a mage reborn #scenario #right??? i think this is scenario

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jinpanman · 2 years

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So love life update. Lol since I'm not writing rn might as well tell yall what I've been up to. (Besides work kicking my ass and taking over my life Ugh i need to leave this place man.)

I think pretty eyelashes???? likes me???? uuuhhh??????? idk idk i have no idea how to tell but i mean he's started to eat lunch with me and he talks to me a lot more now and eye- yall he has DIMPLES. GOD. UGH. GOD. HE HAS LONG THICK EYELASHES. PERFECT AND NATURAL SHAPED EYEBROWS. DIMPLES. FULL LIPS. THICK VOLUMINOUS HAIR. A SARCASTIC PERSONALITY. ANIME NERDY. ugh yeah he's so dang cute.

On the other hand. Lol. Vegan boy is cousin approved 🤣🤣 i had a lot of fun with him (and our friends) last weekend. also we'll be spending the night together after the bts clubbing thing...👀 and then spend all of the next day together.... which is in a week.... he booked an airbnb with 2 rooms but like.......ya gurl gonna try to sleep with him..... hahahaha THE SFW KIND OF SLEEPING OK. we'll see if it goes over well. Hahaha

#mainder

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wildwcmen · 3 years

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CASS + FAMILY

in her main verse, cass was raised in a little townhouse in the bay area. she, jeff, and her biological mom and dad lived on one side of the townhouse, while leon and his biological mom lived on the other side. they were all raised together and often spent time together, but it was nice for everyone to have their own space.

cass’s parents were, and always have been, in an open relationship. leon was born first, which means that her dad (sirius) was in a relationship with his mom (still unnamed smh thanks roni, we will call her mom #2) first. however, the two never had intentions of getting married. he met cass’s biological mom (aimee) and the two began to see each other as well, ultimately getting married and giving birth to cass a few years later. both of them continued to be romantically involved with mom #2 throughout the entirety of their marriage.

her parents both had other relationships as well, but cass was not aware of those growing up. there were never any serious additional relationships to the point of bringing the individuals home. as cass got older, she realized that her parents relationship was more open than she knew, when she and her best friend discovered that sirius and her friend’s mom had been dating. eventually, mom #2 also got in a serious relationship and introduced them to the children. once again, none of this ever felt off to cass, and she never realized that the family wasn’t traditional until other people told her.

when her bio parents passed away at the age of 15, cass was raised by mom #2. she still owns the townhouse, but uses it as a AIRBNB because it makes her sad. she also got a big inheritance when her bio parents passed away.

SIRIUS LEE

cass’s biological dad. nerdy science guy in cass’s eyes, actually a pretty cool astronaut in everyone else’s eyes. legally changed his name because he wanted a star name and then, fuck it, he gave cass a star name too. he taught cass about the stars and space and is the reason for her hobby in astrology. he was the more strict parent, but also very loving. he worked a lot which meant that he was around less. cass always had a very strong bond with him, but also felt a big need to please him. this is a need that continues past the time of his death. he is more quiet and keeps to himself, showing his love through acts rather than words or physical affection.

AIMEE LEE

cass’s mom, her best friend, her art teacher. aimee is the one who inspired both cass and leon to become artists. she met mom #2 through buying weed from her, and was then introduced to sirius. she is the very opposite of sirius, warm and inviting, the life of every party, physically and verbally affectionate. they balanced each other out perfectly, as parents and as partners. she was a fairly successful painter, painting mostly landscapes. she is also the reason for cass’s genetic disposition toward depression. she used weed and micro dosed other psychedelics for her depression, but also heavily encouraged cass to see a therapist when she started experiencing symptoms. a literal queen, we stan.

MOM #2 roni pls name her

an actual goddess. she worked as a dealer before cannabis was totally legal in california, and eventually opened her own dispensary. she and aimee were kindred spirits, and they were friends long before mom #2 ever introduced her to sirius. she is very much the “hippie” type, and very strange but affectionate. cass loves her a lot, but she’s afraid of the pain of losing another parent, so she distances herself and doesn’t visit her as much as she should.

JEFF LEE

cass’s favorite. not just her favorite family member, her favorite person in the world. she would do anything for jeff. any positive change that she has in life is usually in an attempt to be a “good influence” for him. usually though, jeff is the good influence on her.

LEON LEE

cass’s least favorite, because they’re a lot alike. she generally ends up feeling like the big sister, even though he’s technically older. he gets on her nerves, usually on purpose, and loves to annoy her or mess with her.

JADE LEE

another half sibling, but one that isn’t really that involved in family stuff. her mother chose to raise her on the east coast, and they really only saw her around holidays. cass doesn’t feel very close to her, and is never really sure how to change that. she is very different from the rest of the siblings, having more of a cool and reserved personality than the rest.

CASS’S VIEW ON RELATIONSHIPS

her view on relationships directly ties into her upbringing. first of all, cass heavily idealizes her parents relationship. she wants to copy and paste their relationship into her own life. this is why she was in a series of unhealthy “open” relationships when she was young, that were actually just some stupid guy using her open-mindedness as an excuse to cheat on her, and eventually decide to be monogamous with someone else.

because of this idealization and romanticism, cass doesn’t really go about open relationships in the right way either. she isn’t best at the communication piece, which has led to her making mistakes and hurting others as well.

she only saw the good parts of her parents relationship, and so she thinks that an open relationship is the only thing that she could ever partake in. she thinks it’s a good way to bypass jealousy, not having seen that there was jealousy involved in her parent’s relationship, because jealousy is a normal human emotion. it may seem like cass has a fear of commitment, but in reality she just thinks that she can only be happy if she replicates what her parents had. if she looks deeper, of course, she would realize that they did have a deep level of commitment.

cass is open to poly relationships and open relationships, but what she generally doesn’t realize until her later years is that she is capable of monogamy. this realization usually comes around the time that she realizes that she’s demiromantic, and rarely feels true romantic attraction in the first place. this is when she stops trying to force herself to be in love, and allows herself to actually find love.

it takes a long time for her to release her need to live through her parent’s blueprint and decide what being in a loving relationship means to her. that she can admire her parents love, without trying to recreate it or automatically thinking it’s the best fit for her.

#headcanons ( cass )#♡ cassiopeia lee ♡ wild women don’t get the blues #i love her family sm !!!!#death cw #drug use cw #WHEW THIS WAS A LOT #my brain woke up and chose rambling

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