#oliver hates everything about this btw

[naritaika]

Some updates about Gaza I found (11/26/23)- please share!!!

-this war and genocide has hurt the Palestinian people severely. We need to continue to push for full ceasefire -the truce has been reported to be violated by journalists, due to Israeli military shooting

-Despite this, it’s important to remember how many Palestinians remain resilient -Palestinians have used this pause to harvest olives -Motaz (journalist/photographer) has been getting repeated threatening calls due to his coverage exposing Israelis crimes

-there are more than 20,000 killed. Read that number again -there was a anti-Palestinian hate crime that occurred in the United States -there are still Palestinian bodies being held by IOF after they stole them

-Some details from Motaz of the calls/harassment he’s been getting

-restrictions on hostages release being celebrated have occurred, I have also heard of this happening for years in the past

Bisan’s updates from today; (Let me know if these get deleted, I have them screen recorded)

https://instagram.com/reel/C0GnyXrgzlB/?igshid=NzBmMjdhZWRiYQ==

https://instagram.com/reel/C0HDMVtsI

-bisan has gotten gray hairs since the genocide began (she’s in her 20s btw)

-she highlighted the way the media treats Palestinians like they’re less valuable

-Eye on Palestine put up a post saying to rate instagram poorly and write a bad review due to their censorship of Palestinians

Truce day 3 updates from let’s talk Palestine

Please keep in mind that this isn’t everything. So much pain is occurring along with much resilience. Let that inspire you to keep pushing for full ceasefire!!! Email your reps, donate, do you daily click (http://Arab.org)or protest if possible, keep sharing!!

I sincerely apologize for lack of alt text, I didn’t have as much free time today but still wanted to post about Palestine. If I have time I will add alt text later. Palestine will be free!!! Don’t forget about them.

To add on; https://x.com/ShaykhSulaiman/status/1728903352514224522?s=20

-Red Cross hasnt done their job to aid civilians properly

-doctors have been arrested in the so called “safe corridor”

As always I have everything downloaded in case of censorship!!

Keep posting until Palestine is free!!

#from the river to the sea palestine will be free #signal boost #stand with palestine #palestine #palesources #genocide #free palestine #awareness #please boost #signal b00st

[disco-orange]

ASSIGNING EACH DANGER DAYS SONG AN ODD SQUAD CHARACTER CAUSE I GOTTA

Na Na Na- Oprah (:

Bulletproof Heart- OTTOOOO!!!!

SING- Olympia. You just need to trust me on this. I know it doesn't match her energy, but it's so perfect for her. She IS sing it from the heart, sing it 'til you're nuts, sing it out for the ones that'll hate your guts.

Planetary (GO!)- ORAL ORLA ORLA. ORLA ALL THE WAY. She's unbelievable, she's undefeatable, she will ruin everything and blast it to the back row.

The Only Hope for Me Is You- Oscar. I just feel it. In my. Joints. Or smth.

Party Poison- Based on the name alone you know this one's going to Todd. "If we were like you in the end, well we'd be killing ourselves by sleeping in" Todd. It's Todd. "We came to party, kill the party tonight" thank you Todd. We know. It works for him as Gardener Todd too, just a bit differently.

Save Yourself, I'll Hold Them Back- Oona. No explanation needed, just like Oprah's and Otto's.

S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W- Olive. It's gotta be Olive. I can't explain why. It's the most meaningful song in the album, and it goes to her.

Summertime- Otis. It's the platonic love song ever, and it's how he feels about Olympia. He doesn't need his headphones because Olympia stops the noise. <3

DESTROYA- Orin. I will Fight anyone who disagrees with me on this. It is slower and Loud, and he's angry like the 11th doctor and an asshole, this song is for HIM. [This is the song I named my larp camp sword after, btw.]

The Kids from Yesterday- Opal. The way she leaves when her journey doesn't feel like it should be over reminds me of how this song is about the singer and the killjoys knowing they're going to die but still doing what they know is right. And the part where the music stops and then gets picked up again but a little different, and you can hear an echo of the singer's voice- it's like how after she leaves Osmerelda carries on her spot.

Vampire Money- Dr. O. Season 1 Dr. O.

#I JUST #I LOVE DANGER DAYS SO MUCH #like you dont even KNOW. #also yes summertime is platonic to me its probably because i myself am aro #odd squad #odd squad pbs kids #danger days #my chemical romance #mcr #oprah odd squad #otto odd squad #olympia odd squad #orla odd squad #oscar odd squad #odd todd #todd odd squad #oona #oona odd squad #olive odd squad #otis odd squad #orin odd squad #opal odd squad #dr o #doctor o

[nsb-rkive]

If it’s possible two nsb reactions? Nsb reaction to you being a baddie and nsb reaction to you being a gamer god/godess/royalty. love your writing btw 💕

(sorry if I took a lot, hope you like anyways<3)

𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙨/𝙤 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙧🎮

PAIRING(S):: nsb x reader

GENRE(S):: soft/fluff, reaction, req

W.C:: 0.9k

WARNING(S):: none

NOT CHECKED TWICE

AU:: hi everyone im back!! Sorry for being dry, but i was on vacation and I’ve also done a few things so I didn't have so much time to post, sorry:// Anyways hope you enjoy! <3

🎮 | Oliver

So, Oliver doesn't play video games that much as the other ones do, but I don't think that would be a big deal if his s/o was a gamer. Of course he’d rather spend time with you as much as possible, so he might interrupt and distract you from your games, but I don’t think he’d turn it into a big problem, yk. “Babe can we go out?” “Babe i want your attention, you’ve been playing for 2 hours straight now” and ofc, as a good simp, you would stop playing and start giving attention to your boyfriend. He’s a really sweet guy, he would do anything for you, so when you’d ask him to play valorant with him, he’d hesitate at first but accept it. He looks so cute while sitting between your legs, with you behind him explaining and helping him with the game I'M SOBBING.

🎮 | Kane

Kane doesn't really mind, tbh. I think he’d just lay on his bed and watch anime till you’re done playing. Otherwise, he’d watch you playing and try to learn more from you. “OMG HOW DID U DO THAT” “Damn my girl is a pro AHAHA” bet he would say things like this. I think he’d also try to challenge you “We all know i am going to win, come on” then lose IM LAUGHING SO HARD PLS- as we all know, he hates losing even tho he always do LMAO so i think he’d get “mad” at you for laughing and making fun of the words the said earlier. Just know that everything has a consequence, so be ready for a revenge cuz this boy ain't letting you rest

🎮 | Justin

Oh lord, Justin won't leave you alone, especially after you started playing valorant. He’d ask you to play with him whenever you both are free, it’s so cute of him😭 “Fuck y/n did you train or something? How come you are beating me at killing??” He’d start bragging about how good you are at playing and this shit. Probably you would go to one of those computer cafeterias for some gaming date or to relax after watching a movie or sum. Just go play with him when u can, he loves to see your concentrate face while u play HE IS SO CUTE PLEASE

🎮 | Regie

He wouldn't believe you at first, but after you showed him your skills at playing valo, he immediately changed his mind. I dont think he plays valo that much, but Dota, so he’d probably ask you to play with him. If you dont know how to play it, he’ll teach you how to do it. Same as Oliver, but this time you are sitting on his legs while he leads your hands on the mouse and keyboard. You’d get excited because you are slowly learning and he cant help but giggle and smile while thinking about how cute you are. The urge to punch him for being so pretty and adorable damn it

🎮 | Ryan

So, as we know way too damn well, Ryan is a gamer, so bet he’d be more than happy to have a partner who’s too. He would ask you to join him to play valorant together. Ofc you’d play other games too, like Fall Guys or League of Legends, but he just finds it so cute how competitive you become while playing. You two would yell so loud that even the neighbors would come to your place to complain abt it LMAOAOAOAO DEF ME. It seems all cute but man don't be fooled by his rbf, ryan could get pissed if u win the game PLS💀💀 “Babe what’s wrong?” “Nothing sigh” you can clearly tell he is pissed so let him win the game so mf doesn't complain that much😭😭😭 He’d probably download and buy more games just for you to play together AWWW MY BABY

🎮 | Darren

As much as he likes playing video games, I don't think Darren plays that much tbh, but still he thinks it’s really cool that his s/o is a gamer. Like Justin, he’d probably go around and brag abt u being a gamer. Sometimes he’d look at you while playing, but usually he prefers lying down and putting his head on your tights while looking at his phone. BIG ASS HEAD BEING SO CUTE HELP After you are done playing he’d probably take you out for an ice cream or something. Make sure to give him a lot of attention tho, or mf will interrupt you in the middle of the game to kiss your lips fight me darren🤺

🎮 | Sebastian

Like Oliver and Darren, Seb doesnt play that much, maybe less than Darren, but still it doesnt bother him if you were a gamer. He’d let you play as much as you want, and while you do so, he’d work or watch Netflix. “What game is this? Oh I've never played it before, can I try?” such a cUTIEEEEE CRYING He can be annoying as HELL sometimes, but he just loves you a lot, and he wants to keep you as close as possible because you are his first partner (cap), or at least he considers you as it. He be trying to interrupt your game but fails miserably, like many Kane’s pranks😭😭😭 Sometimes you are too focused on your game, that you dont even notice that he went for a motorcycle ride like 2 hours ago 😭 PLEASE THIS IS SO ME💀💀

#north star boys #regie macalino #azngami #darren liang #justin phan #kane ratan #oliver moy #ryan nguyen #sebastian moy #fanfic #nsb rkive #nsb #reactions #nsb x reader #gender neutral fanfic #requested #gimme a boyfriend like ryan please im begging you #crying while writing this

[1moreoffkeyanthem]

melda tâe, pray tell: what are the ojv!style/starsev's favorite foods? <3

HELLO MELMË!!! Oooo this is such a fun ask ilysm and I love any excuse to be Incredibly Annoying abt the OrangeJuiceVerse so YEP HERE WE GO!!!

Kyle- Kyle SO has a sweet tooth!!! (I love that that’s a universal Kyle hc btw) that boy is THERE for any baked goods deadass even those shitty gas station packaged muffins (Stan is scribbling out the nutritional information (or as he calls it, Food Lore, well into their 30s)) and Kyle def consumes anything sugary. As for actual real food, he likes Italian a lot which works very well bc pasta is a general hit w everyone. Favorite fast food place is subway and he ALWAYS rearranges the sandwich components to make sure the distribution is right (he claims he doesn’t have obsessive compulsive tendencies) (he does) so this guy is THE reason the ojv is called the ojv, his favorite beverage is orange juice with seven ice cubes and a pinch of salt bc he’s picky even when he claims to not be, he’s also a red wine enjoyer

STAN!!! Oh my god he and Cartman and Kenny are bottomless pits!!! Stan is a big boi and he’s packing away everything he eats bc 1) he hates waste, and 2) he’s just hungry. BUT he’s really more of a savory guy. Veggie king, ofc, and he’s at every fast food place in town ordering any vegetarian option, ALSO!!! This man LOVES spicy food but his stomach doesn’t. He’ll get a couple crunchwraps sub refried beans and slather that shit in Diablo sauce, but there’s a pretty good chance he’s gonna be nauseous a few hours later. Also he loves Kyle’s cooking!!! Bc Ky likes to cook when he’s stressed and Stan likes Kyle, and Kyle makes this really kickass homemade bread (jalapeño cheese bread oh my god I really want some now) Stan is also SO bad at drinking water but he is in fact a soda enjoyer. Miller Lite and the cheapest vodka known to man (before he stopped drinking) are a staple, also he frequents the local smoothie king and gets a chocolate hulk. For most of their life style has been ordering an olive and pineapple pizza. Stan always dips it in extra marinara.

Tweek- he is seriously just a snacker. Like Girl Dinner has nothing on Tweek Dinner. His meals look like a Charlie Brown thanksgiving. If he even remembers food is a thing. But like Craig will come home and be like “what do u want for dinner” and Tweek’s like “oh I ate a whole jar of pickles” the amount of half eaten granola bars in that house smh. BUT he can decimate so much garlic bread. A very big lemonade fan.

Craig! He’ll eat whatever, nonchalant KING unless!!!! He’s having a bad day and is already on the cusp of a meltdown. If he’s overstimulated it’s a sprite and an uncrustable. A grape uncrustable. Also I just feel like he likes seafood? I cannot explain why, but he does. Also he’s really good about hydration, he likes routine and he has one of those bottles w the time markers lmao. And he’s weirdly pretentious abt craft beers like when he and Kyle take their lil excursions to their spot he’s drinking an ipa that’s lowkey gross but then he’s just shrugging at Kyle and being all “idk the citrus hits in the aftertaste” like an asshole.

KENNY ok Kenny is also not picky in the slightest, how could he be with how he grew up, but I feel like he’s especially fond of easy meals like casseroles, frozen pizza, that kind of stuff. When he starts actually making a stable living off his art he hits up ALL the local food trucks and small businesses and broadens his food knowledge, and he’s keeping the smaller struggling businesses going just by his support. He is another example of ojv losers not drinking enough water, thinks Mountain Dew counts, literally he would’ve developed scurvy in college if left to his own devices. SMH ily kenneth also he and Stan have both thrown up bc they tried to one up each other doing shots of hot sauce

Marj my queen! She, like Kyle, likes sugar, if the homies are going to a diner she’s getting pancakes, and she takes her coffee ALL dressed up. Also kenny is the grillmaster and Marj is making the BEST sides for the bbq!!! Omg she loves her some pasta salad and a lil shrimp shishkabab moment like put this girl on the cover of a southern living magazine with her sweet iced tea (she makes the best sweet tea) marj my goddess pls quit causing problems on the internet and just use ur hospitality degree to run a b&b and make the best biscuits and gravy ever

Cartman. Bruh. Eric Cartman. He has THE most expensive taste known to man when he’s older but until he gets into the Rich People scene he doesn’t really care about what he’s eating or if it’s of good quality. In college he dragged the m5 to some shitty steakhouse bc he heard it was a good deal, and also bc he was mad at Stan for belting As Long As You’re Mine from Wicked and he knew Stan wouldn’t have any food options there lmfao that asshole (he did have to put a dollar in the Fuckwad Jar). He will also eat the weirdest combination of things. Who is putting whipped cream and chocolate syrup on fried chicken? This man. He is a Diet Coke enjoyer lmfao also he drinks martinis with olives bc “it makes me look sexy and kewl” he doesn’t like olives btw he’s just an asshole

I HAD TOO MUCH FUN WITH THIS!!! The ask is always open for ANY of my AU’s or if ur just bored or want fic recs I’m a huge loser and my sp obsession is ever ridiculous.

#asks #i had so much fun #NINAAAAA #everyone say thank you #south park #headcanon #OrangeJuiceVerse #kyle broflovski #stan marsh #tweek tweak #craig tucker #kenny mccormick #marjorine stotch #eric cartman

[same-name-supremacy]

Things about my TD-sona and how I think they would change over in your auG (just using this as a way to hyperfixate to mutuals)

My sonas name is Olivia btw

Was introduced in world tour after being kicked out of the Gemmys along with her brother,both aspiring musical artist who can't catch a hook into the mainstream media,and when presented the opportunity to be on international television she wants to take it to try and boost their popularity - Olivia changes to Oliver,and Ethan changes over to Estella, everything about the

same

Huge hate/fear of Alejandro that fades overtime due to the friendship?(I guess) that they developed over gameplay,and the need to be recognized as something great - with Oliver it's just fear ‚not as much as hate,even tho he has his suspicions on her

Is Chris's personal favorite contestant due to her need to be famous and Chris being the only one who knows that for most of world tour- could imagine it to be the same,strong girlboss lady and her wet cat son

Huge little brother vibes on Cody,even carrying (both literal and metaphorical) him in certain challenges when Sierra could get the chance- I still think they could get the siblings vibes but not being able to carry Jody as much because of how psychotic Simon is

Olivia is 5’2 and my own personal headcanon is the Cody is the same height- with Jody being 4’11 and Oliver being 6ft (because of genetics in his family and the shortness then sorta but also not getting passed to his older sister) which makes me think of Jody and him as this meme

Olivia got to sit out of Niagara brawls due to their being an uneven amount of contestants(blainely originally not even being counted in the first place) and because again Chris’s personal favorite-would probs stay the same

(Ps I would imagine after the challenge and when Jody cuts her hair along with Danika he would try to fucking kill Simon,even going so far to trying to shove him out of the plane doors during opals elimination)

Was voted out 5(before Sierra and after Duncan) after forming an alliance with Alejandro that she believed was legit,him convincing her that he could make cody vote with him and get Heather out,because naturally Sierra always votes with Cody,and after her jump out the plane and everything Heather confesses to Alejandro that she put a wrench in his plans and unconvinced Cody to vote with him,which in reality means Alejandro did plan on a final 4 with Cody Sierra and Olivia,but of course the first assumption in Olivia’s mind was “oh.he lied to me.” So before she jumped she gave him a slap,pre to the Knowledge that Heather revealed after her jump-he wouldn’t slap Alejandra in the Genderbend,because hitting a women is wrong in his eyes

Didn’t show up to the after show after her vote off,immediately recognizing the fame her and her brother little band thing got during her time at the season and already planning their first tour- same,except he watched the season finale from home rooting for Jody to pull out a win

Kept in touch with most of the cast during her days after the season,shopping with Lindsay and hanging out with Noah and Cody as they we’re definitely some of her favorite people on the plane- absolutely the same,the friendship with Jody continues even more once she meets his sister,becoming Estelle’s little sister too

I don’t wanna bore you even more that I have to,but by the slim chance I’m not boring you and you wanna hear about her in all stars and how it could change I’m happy to talk!

Reminder abt this cause ppl never make stuff for me and I appreciate it so much.

Wow! That’s alot! So much lore about Olivia/Oliver

Oliver is definitely one of the guys Danika actually respects. Only a few guys get that (that being Seth, Lincoln, Eva, Leshawn, Bryson and Scruffy)

Thank you for sharing so much about your oc!

#same name shenanigans #same name answers #td genderswap #so interesting and so cute

[ratcatcher0325]

A Fraction of Justice (Chapter #26)

It's a New Year! Hope you are enjoying 2023 so far!

Chapter #26. Natalie and Alexander spend some much needed time to rest up and relax.

Previous: Chapter #25

Next: Chapter #27

Word Count: 7,231 Read Time: Approx. 56 mins

CW: adult language, angst 

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A Fraction of Justice

Chapter #26: Birds of a Feather

[Natalie’s POV]

I kept waiting for him to suddenly sit up or open one eye and with a scowl declare “That’s enough of that!” before requesting to be set down. Surely this was too good to be true. And yet, before my very eyes, he fell asleep, wrapped around my thumb, the tiny puffs of air from his nose and mouth getting slower and more rhythmic with each exhale. His right arm, which was clutching the top of my thumb, relaxed its grip and slid a few millimeters as the limb went slack. 

His cheek was just slightly tinted with a flush of rosy pink, his lips barely parted, and as I watched a chest no bigger than the pad of my thumb rise and fall, I couldn’t help but burst into a smile. Plastered over that chest was a sparkling, ridiculous unicorn, surrounded by inky swirls of pink and blue and yellow. Poor thing. He’d suffered in that sad excuse for an outfit for far too long. My smile grew and I couldn’t help but chuckle when I remembered the look of pure loathing on his little face when I’d held it out before him for the first time. He’d flushed a bright shade of red the second he saw himself in the mirror, looking just completely adorable, a fact I’m sure he hated with every tiny fiber of his being. 

As I continued to amuse myself looking at the clunky, cheap factory stitching on the hem of the shirt which was far too large for his proportions, I noticed with a pang, a rusty reddish-brown stain in the fabric, just about the perfect size for a human fingerprint. The color was undeniable: dried blood. My heart skipped. Please let that be the result of him defending himself and breaking some skin. I could easily imagine this tiny little man, only about as tall as my outstretched hand, just stabbing the shit out of grabby vet techs with the deadly end of a scalpel, almost too big for him to lift. In any case, the once fun, stupid, little garment was now a haunting reminder of the abuse he’d endured. I’d go get him something respectable the second the opportunity presented itself. 

I could just picture his eyes lighting up when I spoiled him with new things: clothes, shoes, utensils, furniture, all perfectly sized just for him. Well, there was a limit to how far my wallet could stretch, especially right now, but I’d do everything I could. Maybe he’d break into that lovely little smile of his, eyes shimmering. Maybe he’d grip onto a finger or thumb and squeeze as tightly as he could. If I was really lucky, I might even get an earnest, heartfelt thank you. Little nightmare, you know you’ve got me wrapped around your finger, don’t you? 

I bit my lip. How lucky was I to get to be in this little man’s life? Gratitude cascaded over me like a wave, warm and all encompassing. He was unlike anyone I’d ever known. Headstrong didn’t even begin to describe him. He had every reason to be utterly terrified of the awful cards he’d been dealt in life, and yet, deal after deal, hand after hand, he refused to go down without a fight. After hearing just a snippet of what they did to him at the vet, I knew I’d never last a day in his shoes. He was the bravest person I’d ever met.

I couldn’t even begin to imagine what he’d been through, and yet he hadn’t let any of it beat him into submission. Thank you, for letting me be a part of your journey, Alexander. 

Whether I held him, marveling at the absolutely tiny signs of life of this miniature person, for hours or mere minutes was anyone’s guess. The time flew by in what felt like seconds. My room had gone from dim to dark, the lamplight outside our only illumination and yet its warm glow outlined him perfectly, casting amber rays on his hair, making it seem to ignite like fire as he softly, slowly stirred awake. 

I looked on, part of me heartbroken that the time for holding him closely and relishing in every little sleepy twitch and sigh had come to an end, while the other part delighted in watching him stir, as his warm little body wriggled back to life. His hands squeezed my thumb while he stretched his spine and turned his head to face me. His hair was a mess, he looked so adorably sleepy and disoriented that I couldn’t help but beam. 

*********** 

“You slept pretty well, huh?” Her voice surrounded me, soft, warm and undeniable. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, pushing my bangs from my face, no doubt giving myself the appearance of a rattled cockatiel, with a messy crown sticking straight up off of my head. I rolled over onto my back, opening my eyes. 

For a split second, I panicked from instinct, finding myself in a human hand. This was a place I tended to dislike being anywhere near about ninety- nine percent of the time. Columns of skin and jointed bone rose past my head and curled slightly into the infinite darkness of the room. Warmth, soft flesh and a pulse radiating like a deep, earthly vibration around me, thrummed with signs of gigantic life, as I peered high above where I lay and landed on two golden brown orbs, lit by a street light through blinds. There was nothing to be afraid of. It was only her. I was safe here.

My heart thudded in my chest for a moment when I realized this was the first time since I’d turned my back on the only home I’d ever known, that I’d awoken, not in a panic, blood pounding in my skull from primal fear or red hot anger, but sweetly, gently, with warmth all around me. I’d expected to regret my decision to let her hold me as I slept. I thought she would swoop down upon me the moment I’d regained consciousness only to pinch my cheeks between her fingers or fuss over me in some similarly condescending way. But instead, she held very still, and as my dry, sleep ridden eyes locked with hers, I saw them sparkle with delight as they flitted from my gaze to just above the crown of my head. 

My hair. 

I raised an eyebrow, “What? Are you jealous of my fashion forward hair style? Just you wait, everyone is going to be rocking this come spring!” I ran my hand through my untamed mop, as she beamed and shook her head. I shrugged my shoulders when my fingers got caught in the tangled mess instead of pulling through. I shuffled into an upright position, leaning my hands behind me, sinking my palms into her soft skin. She pulled me closer before her face. She was all I could see now, she took up my entire field of vision. 

“Good morning, sleepy head. We should get you something warm to eat, and it’s high time to take some meds while we’re at it.” Ah, of course. She was my nurse now. I wasn’t sure how to feel about that, but I was grateful for the suggestion of food. On one hand, I deeply resented needing any help at all. It made my flesh crawl. But at the same time, if anyone was to be charged with looking after me in this embarrassingly needy time, I’d want it to be her. She continued to speak, as her hand (and subsequently, me) began to lower to the surface of the bed. Two fingers from her free hand began approaching my upper body, “Let’s get you comfortable and I’ll come right back with the food…” 

She eased my right elbow out of the way and slid her finger beneath my arm, before I protested, “Hold on! I’ll accompany you.” 

“You should take it easy, I’m sure the shock has worn off and until I give you medicine for the pain, it’s going to start to hurt. You don’t want me carting you around when that happens!” 

I crossed my arms over my chest, undeterred, “I insist! Take me with you. I’m still owed an elaboration on this whole me being high thing. You’d hoped I’d forgotten, hadn't you?” She rolled her eyes and shook her head, “You had! Well, you clearly lost that bet.” 

Still, she waffled, “You sure you don’t want to relax? I don’t want to accidentally hurt you…” 

“You won’t hurt me, I’ll make sure of it. C’mon, pick me up and let’s go. Like you said, we’ve no time to waste with idling!” She did as she was told, as she gingerly plucked me up and moved me back to the center of her hand, before rising from the bed and heading for the door. 

“You ever gonna stop sounding like a tiny mafia boss? Why are you so demanding?” She flipped on the hallway light which burned my more sensitive eyes for just a moment. I tried not to flinch and held my own, even as each of her strides ricocheted through my whole body as I bounced up and down ever so slightly with every giant footfall. 

“Ah, ah! Don’t avoid the subject! I demand satisfaction! What did I do while under the influence of anesthesia that was so damn hilarious?” 

************ 

In the time it took me to cross from my bedroom to the kitchen, and set him down on a folded tea towel inside my ceramic spoon rest, placed at a safe distance from, well, anything potentially threatening to a tiny life, I’d managed to reveal to him the story of a blitzed out little man and his mistakes regarding fictional elves, impromptu vomiting sessions and teary, sweet cuddles. 

Now, he sat, incredulously, arguing with me as I chopped cilantro, “Who do you take me for, Ms. Marquez?? This entire thing sounds fabricated!” 

“Cabrón, I’m telling the truth! Goddamn, just because you don’t like it, doesn’t mean it didn’t happen.” 

“You really expect me to believe that I, me, Alexander, was cerebrally compromised enough to genuinely believe you were Arwen Evenstar?” 

“Sweetheart, you looked up at me with the biggest nerd boy goo goo eyes I’ve ever seen in my entire life! You were transcendent. I believe I recall the phrase ‘magnificent creature’ being used. ‘Divinity itself shines brightly upon you’ was thrown around… you know completely normal things friends say to each other…” 

He was tomato red. This was way too easy. Poor little man. I shouldn’t torture him too much… 

“You were very cute. You didn’t know up from down. I just wish I’d gotten it on video! Now, c’mon, make yourself useful and fashion a you-sized spoon out of this little scrap of tin foil, while I finish this up.” He was all too happy to distract himself with a task and avoid further discussion on the topic at hand. Suddenly, bending aluminum into a makeshift utensil was the most mentally gripping thing he could possibly imagine. 

After a few minutes of silence, I guess when he realized I was having mercy on him and not saying anything else, he cleared his throat and piped up, “What is it you’re making again?”

“It’s a caldo. It’s like a stew. My mom always used to make it for me when I was sick as a kid. You’ll like it; it’s warm and filling. You know, now that I think about it, you’re kinda the perfect practice taste tester for me. It takes very little to make a meal for you. I can try a bunch of different things and it won’t cost me much at all in ingredients!” 

“Har har, very funny.” He deadpanned as he waved his new little metallic creation in the air, as if to signal he was ready to eat. 

I took the pot off the stove, before resting my chin on the counter, to get more level with him, “Oh hush! I didn’t mean it as an insult. It’s a genuine perk! Now, where do you want to eat? Here or at the table or back in the bedroom?” 

“The table suits me just fine.” 

“Coming right up, then!” I winked at him before rising to standing. I’d already decided that the closest I could get to a bowl for him would be my copper, quarter teaspoon measuring cup. It looked like a tiny cooking pot fit for his size. I dipped it in the broth, making sure to fish out a few kernels of corn, bits of potato, carrot and chicken so he could have the full experience. Finally, when I was done with that, I drew my hand near him, “Ready?”

He nodded, raising his arms at the elbow. Hooking my pointer finger around the right side of his ribcage, being very careful not to apply pressure since he’d told me about the bruising, I scooped him up, towel and all into my waiting hand. He held on to the tip of my finger as we started to move to steady himself. As I turned off the kitchen light with an elbow, I looked up to see the feathery creeping of dawn through my living room windows, “Hey, actually, I’ve got a better idea… go ahead and start eating, don’t go anywhere!” Gently, I sat him down on the surface of the table and put the tiny ‘pot’ of food before him. 

“Can’t exactly run off even if I wanted to… but what’re you—?” his voice started to fade, as I was already heading down the hall to my bedroom.

I turned over my shoulder to reply, “Patience and decorum, little man!” before slipping out of sight.

“You can’t use my own line against me and do a better job with it! That’s against the rules!!!” I could barely hear his little voice as he tried his best to shout across the vast distance. I threw open my bedroom door and nabbed the things I needed, before turning on my heel and returning to the tiny man sitting patiently on my dining table. 

****** 

She returned with a coat on and a blanket slung over her shoulder. Needless to say, I was a bit baffled but could somewhat guess her intention. Still, I stayed quiet as she offered to pick me up again, simply nodding and raising my arms as was becoming seemingly customary for us. She was very careful with my injured leg, always making sure to keep it supported and extended. Frustratingly, she’d been right about the shock wearing off. A dull ache in my knee joint was beginning to blossom. I tried to ignore it as she held me against her chest, the wall of fuzzy navy blue fabric extremely soft to the touch. She gathered my meal, which I hadn’t touched while waiting for her and she turned her steps towards the hallway. But this time, instead of heading all the way to her bedroom, we stopped short, before the back door in the kitchen. 

I remember the first moment I’d laid eyes on this door. It had once been my hope for possible escape. If I hadn’t veered off-course in the pursuit of food in that fateful pantry, I’d have investigated it for any mouse holes or means of escape through the nearby vent. Now, in such a strange twist of fate that even my brilliant mind could never have anticipated, I was crossing its threshold, in the hands of the very human I’d been trying to run from. 

She brought me outside to a cramped, creaky wooden patio, the air was crisp, and I found myself instinctively huddling against the fleece of her coat, her hand cupped around all of me, as she spoke, putting down my meal on the wide, flat railing, “Come here… I’ll make sure you stay nice and warm…” fingers were gradually replaced with a fuzzy cocoon of blanket, and I found myself held aloft, utterly surrounded in warm fabric, “Better?” 

“Immensely.” 

“Good, because just look at that view…” she turned me around and placed me on the surface of the rail, and I admit, what I saw took my breath away. 

Her modest back porch gave way to a view of a rich and dense tree line, no doubt the self same ‘forest’ nestled in a golf course I’d found myself lost in before stumbling here. Between breaks in the great and ancient trunks of maple and pine, the brilliant pastel hues of a new day breaking ignited the purple and gray sky still littered with stars. Vibrant pinks and oranges, violets and streaks of blue seemed to light up the whole horizon, just for us to enjoy.

“Wow…” 

“Better food for the eyes than just my same old boring four walls, huh?” She passed me the makeshift pot of steaming stew with my handmade spoon dipped inside. I took it, and somewhat clumsily managed to settle it in my lap, before dipping the spoon in with hungry anticipation. It certainly smelled delicious. 

While I was busying myself with my meal, she had settled in, immediately to my left, leaning over the rail, her head propped up in her folded arms. The tip of her right elbow, so close I could lean my shoulder against it. When she felt the pinprick of my slight weight rest against her, she turned to face me. 

I admit, my cardiovascular system underwent a shock, taking her in, her eyes blazing an incredible gold with flecks of green I’d hardly noticed before. She smiled at me, brilliant white teeth flashing beneath rosy, full lips. Even her warm, olive skin seemed golden and luminous, as if it was, actually, the true source of those beautiful colors in the sky. My heart was in my throat. 

“What’re you looking at me like that for? Are you miserable out here? Is it too cold for you?” Her brow furrowed in genuine concern as she spoke, the realization that she may be torturing me out here dawning on her. 

“N-no! No. I mean… I’m fine. I’m nice and warm, thank you…” 

“Then what is it? You looked like you were in pain. You’re not pissed off for some weird nitpicky reason that I couldn’t possibly have anticipated beforehand are you?” 

“No, nothing like that… I… I suppose I just realized this is the first time I’ve sat outside and watched the day begin in something like twenty years. I… I was a bit embarrassed to admit that to you, that’s all. Obviously, this is no big deal to you, you likely do it all the time. You have this vista right outside after all… a-anyway…” 

“Alexander. You must not know me well at all…” 

My heart sank, had I said something wrong? “W-what?” 

“Do I come across like the kind of person that gets up before 12pm by choice, let alone wakes up at the ass crack of dawn just to stare at the sun?” 

I avoided her eyes, but soon felt a fluffy mountain of navy blue material slowly press into my entire left side, as she elbowed me playfully. 

“C’mon, Xandy, lighten up, I’m joking with ya!” 

“If it weren’t for this actually quite flavorful food you prepared just for me, I’d have to firmly remind you of my position on that horrendous nickname.” 

“Well it’s a good thing your mouth is currently too full to yell at me. Actually— fuck! That’s a great idea! I just need to feed you more often so you can’t get all pissy with me!” 

I just rolled my eyes and shook my head, lifting another spoonful of the intoxicatingly warm and delicious broth to my lips. 

We watched as the blazing orange star rose above the edge of the horizon and slowly ascended into the atmosphere. The rich, deciduous earth smelled freshly of rainwater and petrichor from the many days of thunderstorms. The twittering of birdsong rose in pitch and melody with the sun herself, as a crisp breeze teased the thinnest branches of the trees and the locks of my already disheveled hair. With delicate movements, she smoothed her own behind her ear, catching me peering up at her as she broke into a smile. I cleared my throat and stared straight ahead. 

“You finished?” She shattered my suddenly scattered train of thought with such a concise question. 

“Hm?” I hoped I sounded nonchalant. 

“The caldo? You want some more?” 

“If you’re offering, then sure. It really was quite good, thank you.” Fingers descended to pluck the bowl and spoon from my lap. 

“Approval? From this little Princess and the pea? I never thought I’d see the day!” 

My brow furrowed, “The what and the what?” I had no clue what she was referring to. 

She chuckled softly. I was grateful she spared me a greater insult by changing the subject, “I’ll be right back, okay?” And with the squeal of worn out door hinges, I was left all alone on the railing of the patio, in the exact situation I thought I’d never wanted. And yet, the fabric surrounding me was wonderfully soft, the view utterly spectacular and for a very rare moment, I felt the constant tension melt from my shoulders as I breathed a grateful sigh of relief. 

I was seated with my left leg tucked into me and I hugged my knee to my chest with my right arm and supported my weight behind me with my left. The only sound was the early morning twittering of birds and the rush and roar of cars on a nearby road. Perhaps the same one where I’d nearly been struck. I shuddered at the memory. So many moments of my journey could have ended far differently than they had. My close calls with death seemed too many to count at this point, and yet were far from uncommon for someone like me. 

I glanced around, spotting the concrete floor seemingly miles below, directly behind me. Funny, how even in the most tranquil of moments, the glaring reminder that almost anything in this human-dominated world could kill me was never far from the forefront of my mind. By the door, was a dusty, sun faded welcome mat with gaudy flowers printed on it, whose vibrant colors were now bleached to some sort of ghostly shades of blue-green and pink. That didn’t quite seem like Natalie’s style, I wondered absentmindedly if it was a gift, or hand-me-down. Over my left shoulder, I spotted a ratty looking folding chair, and a small side table, both streaked with dirt and grime from sitting out of doors. Would it kill this woman to clean a little? Perched atop the table was an herbaceous plant that looked like it’d seen better days, its leaves yellowing and withering from a likely lack of watering. I’d just turned back to face the ignited sky, noting a bird feeder swinging from an iron stake just beyond the patio’s edge on the far left corner, when a bluejay, its vibrant hue striking a compelling contrast against the peaches and purples of the sky behind it, alighted on the rail beside me. 

His plumage was brilliant, without a feather out of place. He was big. Well, at least to me, anyway. I figured he stood a bit taller than me, at my full height. He peered down with one glossy black eye at a time, his head seemingly always bobbing and moving. He was about ten to twelve inches from where I sat, but seemed to take an interest in me and hopped forward an inch or so, “Hello, there…” his white belly reflected the colors of the dawn as he came closer. As I looked him over, I couldn’t help but admire his beautiful crest of feathers, his stripe of stark black that looked like some sort of formal neckwear beneath his chin. Then, as he hopped even closer, now only five or six inches between us, something glinted in the morning sun that caught my eye. On his right claw was a small metal band, embossed with a series of letters and numbers. I clenched my jaw. You too, huh? 

“You didn’t deserve whatever they did to you…” the bird just stared back with an infinite inky void in its uncomprehending eyes, “I envy your ignorance…” I chuckled to myself. Talking with a bird, am I? I see I’ve really lost it now. 

Ah, what the hell? Why not? Maybe some small part of him understood me as we locked eyes,  “Now fly, enjoy your freedom!” I waved my arms, to no avail. I didn’t come across as much of a threat… Figures. “Go on, shoo!” The sound of a distant, blaring car horn, startled him enough to take flight. The gust of wind generated from all those feathers whipped my bangs across my eyes, as my heart fluttered in the same rhythm as the beat of his wings when he became airborne.  

His lithe, aerodynamic body twisted and turned in the air, landing gracefully on Natalie’s birdfeeder. Good, get a snack for the road. I wiped my hair from my eyes, as I watched the animal peck away at the seed and flap his wings to maintain his balance. I’m working on getting wings, myself. Maybe one day I can join you. 

With the sharp squeal of rusty hinges, Natalie pushed open the door and I traded his silent company for her gregarious one. In the blink of an eye and a flutter of feathers, he was gone. 

“Soup’s up! Chef special! Get it while it’s hot!” She entered beaming and playful, gently placing the fresh food in my lap. I craned my neck to meet her eyes as she crossed behind me and settled back against the rail, “How’d you do out here? See anything cool? Whitetail deer? Sasquatch?” 

“Oh old Squatch? Yes, he’s actually a really pleasant individual once you get to know him.” I teased as I raised the sorry excuse for a spoon to my lips, only for her to gasp so unexpectedly, it made me jump and drop my utensil into the pot below. 

“What the fuck happened? Have hell’s gates opened up? Did pigs fly? Am I dreaming? Or did Alexander, insert middle name and last name here, actually make a real, honest-to-god joke?” 

“Did… Did you just say insert middle and last name, out loud–?”

“Are you running a fever? Did the aliens replace you with a perfect clone while I was gone? Maybe I died and went to heaven!” 

“Natalie. Please. You do understand by putting on this little show you’re actively calling your own bluff, right?” 

“Oh yeah? How so?”

“Well, first of all, it’s a scientifically proven fact that I am a man that possesses an excess of charm and an exceedingly impressive wit. The fact that you have just now discovered my propensity for humor proves one thing and one thing only: You lack the intelligence to appreciate my comedic genius!” 

She scoffed, leaning down with her head propped over her arm, “W-well, I.. That’s not–” 

“And see? You round out my argument with the perfect evidence! You can’t even formulate a half-baked comeback. You’ve got to be lighter on your feet than that to spar with me, Ms. Marquez! I rest my case and yield the remainder of my time!”

She squinted her eyes and made a face, wrinkling her nose as she glared, “You’re such a little bastard.” She then put on, quite possibly, the worst Italian accent in the history of humankind and continued,  “I cook for you… my mother’s special caldo no less, and this is how you repay me?” 

“Alright! Alright! For the sake of the caldo, and the people of Italy, I will retract my previous testimony. You’re lucky this tastes so good.” I wasn’t going to even begin to address the confusing nature of her choice of accent given that the dish and she herself were Latin, not Italian. 

She shook her head and rolled her eyes. I loved driving her up the wall. In fact, it was safe to say it had become one of my specialities. Not that it was at all that difficult to do, but still, I prided myself on the frequency with which I accomplished it. 

I finished my second helping in relative quiet, enjoying the expanse of the ever lightening sky before me and the fresh air in my lungs. She did her best to distract herself with the tree line and the flocks of birds flying in ‘V’ formations overhead, so she didn’t just stare at  me while I ate. I was grateful for that, to say the least. Once the meal was done and we’d sat in comfortable silence for a few more moments, she turned to me. 

“Alexander?” She lowered herself until her chin was balanced on the wooden rail itself, as a slender, gentle finger slid across the fabric of the blanket, to land across my chest. I met her eyes as she called for me, “You ready to go inside and get cleaned up? I bet a bath would feel pretty amazing right now….” 

“For once, you’ve managed to read my mind… Yes, sounds delightful.” I hooked an arm around her offered digit, pressing my palm into her knuckle

“Yup, this stupid human is bound to get it right every now and again…. Come here, let’s get you inside.” 

I soon found myself cradled between navy blue fabric and soft, warm fingers as I was carried back inside. 

******** 

About forty minutes after turning our backs on the rising sun, I found myself popping and stretching my aching vertebrae as I sat up from my hunched over position. I had leaned over him, splayed out on my bathroom counter, for the better part of the last half hour. At the moment, I held his tiny ankle between my thumb and forefinger while I examined my painstaking work, “What do you think, mister critical? Will this ship float or sink?”

He looked up and down the length of his injured leg, casting his discerning eye over my earnest attempt to wrap his bandages tightly in cling wrap so they wouldn’t get wet while soaking. He scowled as he looked it all over, tracing his fingers over absolutely tiny wrinkles in the plastic, “This… is…” he continued to examine, and I couldn’t help but roll my eyes, “...Perfectly adequate. Thank you, Ms. Marquez. Your abilities to provide medical assistance in miniature are improving significantly. Need I remind you of your clumsiness with a cotton ball and hydrogen peroxide?” 

“No, you needn’t! Thank you.”

“That’s not—“ 

“I know it’s not a real word! I know, you unrelenting little bastard, I know.” I grimaced with extra joking gusto as I busied myself cleaning up the crumpled up piles of plastic wrap that served as headstones to failed attempts, and tossing them in the trash. I loved that I could tell it physically pained him not to finish correcting me. Little nerd. “Oh and speaking of medical care, see if anything comes to you while you’re soaking in the tub. Maybe after some solid rest and a good meal those wheels will start turning again…” he opened his mouth to quip back, but a finger laid over his chest and a quicker verbal draw silenced him, “And no, that was not a personal insult to your cerebral functioning, it’s just a damn figure of speech, little man. Unlike you, I haven’t slept yet. Give me a break.” 

I watched his board- straight spine soften at this information, “Will you rest while I’m in here?” 

“No, actually, I thought I’d run a few errands while I had a moment of peace away from your annoying little ass…” I couldn’t even finish the sentence without ruining my performance with a smile, “Here, I think everything is set up for you. By the way, I brought my tablet in here; it’s voice activated. If you need to text me, I’ll have my phone on ringer, sound good?” I could tell he felt frustrated by the texting lifeline, but I didn’t exactly feel comfortable leaving someone so little alone in my house without some way to call for help, especially when he couldn't even stand up at the moment. “It’s just for an emergency, you don’t have to use it. I’m sure you’d like some downtime from me, anyway–” He nodded in sarcastic approval, I ruffled his hair with a finger, he snarled, I beamed, he broke character and smirked back in his asymmetrical way. I admit, I felt my heart flutter, “You ready?” 

He nodded again and I cast my gaze askance, giving him privacy as he pulled that adorable little shirt over his head. Keeping my eyes averted, I inched my fingers closer, “May I?” 

“You may.”

I wrapped my fingers around his little torso, his beating heart thrumming beneath my thumb as I lifted him and lowered him into the water, going very slowly so as not to hurt his leg. My fingers dipped into the steaming bath as I set him down amongst the bottle caps with shampoo and conditioner. “All good? The plastic wrap working for you?”

“Yes, thank you.” 

With that, I rose to standing, crossing to the threshold of the door, “Alright then, have a good bath, I’ll be back in a bit–” I couldn't help but spin on my heel and step back to the counter, ‘Remember, if you need me–”

“Yes, yes, I’ve got my marching orders…” I had to admit, I felt disappointed that he suddenly seemed so annoyed with me. We’d had such a great day today, I hated for it to all come crashing down so quickly. I straightened my shoulders and tried to shake it off. He probably just wanted space. With that, I turned to leave the bathroom and heard a tiny little voice trail after me, “Have a good shopping trip, Natalie.”

“Thank you, Alexander…” 

A five minute drive later and I found myself wandering aisle after aisle of tiny little clothes, furniture and household items. I was like a kid in a candy store: Everything here was so fucking adorable! I could just picture Alexander standing next to each item, it all perfectly made for hands his size. I bit my lip and taking each aisle by storm, quickly filled my basket with everything a miniature person could need: A toothbrush, a hairbrush, a full length mirror, a little wardrobe complete with teeny tiny hangers, socks, underwear, t-shirts and jeans, dress shirts, slacks, a tie, shoes, so many adorably tiny little shoes, a bed, about as big as my outstretched hand, bath towels, hand towels, wash cloths, shampoo, conditioner, deodorant, a razor (a teeny tiny little razor!), and finally… the pièce de résistance… A tiny little wooden desk with gold trim and a green, leather upholstered top, complete with a matching swivel desk chair. 

Beaming with joy at all the adorably miniature items in my possession, I made my way to the check out. Delight coursed through me as I imagined him blushing in spite of himself. I wondered as I carefully laid each item on the rubber conveyor belt if he’d ever owned things like this before, if anyone had ever bothered to empower him with anything he could actually use. I was so deeply curious about his past, his childhood. Trying to picture Alexander of all people as a little kid felt… off.

He was so self serious and uptight. I couldn’t imagine him running around, wild and carefree, somehow even smaller than he already was. In my head, he was a perpetual tiny adult, regardless of age. Then again, maybe he didn’t get to have a childhood which would explain a lot about his personality. It seemed highly likely. I shuddered remembering just how terrified he’d been when he was medicated and confused. The poor little man, who was one of the bravest and most fearless people I’d ever known, had practically trembled head to toe for fear of the consequences if he didn’t fall in line. 

I really didn’t know much about the life he’d had before showing up all disheveled and defensive in my pantry. I didn’t expect I’d ever find out much more, but what little I did know seemed spine-chillingly awful. Pondering this, I recognized, with a pang, that I'd never fully understand just how hard life was for him. I could empathize, of course. But it was impossible for me to truly get it. How could I? I had the privilege of living in a world that accommodated my size. He did not. All the more reason to give him things to help counteract that. 

I watched as the clerk scanned each item. Picking up tiny pieces of furniture, wrapping them in brown paper and placing them in a plastic bag. As I tried my best not to fidget, I couldn’t help but wonder about the tiny man sitting in the center of my sink basin, right now. I pictured the little blue eyed devil running his fingers through his hair, while his mind worked a mile a minute. How was he doing now? Was he relaxing? Was he able to recall more about what’d happened? Funny, how someone so little took up so much space inside my head. 

“Ma’am? Hello?” 

I jumped, having no fucking clue what the 17-year-old kid in a maroon vest and a name tag has been apparently saying to me, “S-sorry, what?” 

“I said, would you like to join our rewards program today?” 

Ugh. I didn’t have time for this shit. I had a tiny little nightmare to surprise at home.

 I opened my mouth to decline when he continued, “You’ll get twenty percent off your purchase if you sign up now…”

Stealing a glance at the accrued total, I knew my bank account was in no position not to take the discount. Relenting with a sigh, I nodded yes. Sorry Alexander… just another few minutes… 

As the cashier asked for my contact information, I felt my phone vibrate and ding in my jacket pocket. Then again. And again. My blood froze. Was it Alexander? Was he okay? Did something happen?? I fished for my phone in a desperate scramble, probably looking to this high school kid like a fucking maniac, as I abruptly halted speaking halfway through giving him my email address. 

My heart was pounding away as I raised the screen to my eyes and saw I’d missed sixteen messages from him as more were still pouring in, almost instantaneously, one right after the other. I read the most recent:

[Come home!]

Then another came in. 

[NOW] 

Oh fuck oh fuck! He was in trouble! 

“Hello??? Ma’am?? I’m asking for your email! You just… sort of… stopped—“ 

I cut him off, “Forget it! Just ring me up…” he simply stared at me, exasperated and utterly confused, “Look, something’s come up, I’m in a hurry. Like a really big fucking hurry. Just cancel the thing and check me out!” 

I saw sweat form on his brow, and normally I would feel bad for the poor kid, but right now I had one thing on my mind. I gave him a death glare while he stammered uselessly, “W-well I can’t just…” 

“… Right fucking now!!” He jumped and seemed to be just sort of mashing buttons in a desperate attempt to cancel out of his current screen. I thrust my credit card in his face and he took it with shaking fingers, ringing me up as fast as his nerves would allow. Yet it still wasn’t nearly fast enough…

The phone was still going off in my hand, seeming to burn white hot, clenched between my clammy fingers, as panic washed through me in nauseating waves.

[Natalie. Question mark. Hello. Question mark. Question mark.]

 The talk to text wasn’t exactly perfect but the meaning behind the words was loud and clear: Every second that went by could mean life or death for him. Had he hurt himself? Did he try to get out of the sink? Didn’t he know he couldn’t bear weight on his leg yet? What if he’d broken it? What if he slipped and hit his head? What if he was bleeding? It was impossible for him to have gotten out right?? There was no way he could’ve taken a tumble from the height of the counter, right?!?!? Oh god!!! 

I tore the receipt from the cashier’s hand and practically sprinted out the automatic glass doors, nearly tripping on a dog treat dispenser on my way out. I didn’t give a shit about the judgmental stares of incoming customers as I crossed the threshold. My boots hit the pavement as I rushed to the car, my panic rising as my imagination ran wild. The second I slipped inside the driver’s seat, and threw the bag of once treasured items like an insignificant sack of potatoes in the seat beside me, with flying fingers I texted back: 

[I’m five minutes away, Alexander. Are you okay?] 

I didn’t wait for a reply and threw it in reverse, scaring a woman carrying a massive bag of cat food half to death as she tried to pass behind me. I glanced down feverishly at the phone screen, as I put the car in drive:

[OBVIOUSLY NOT]

Shit shit shit. I’d only been gone for forty minutes max. What could possibly have happened? At least he was still texting me. 

[I’m almost there. Two minutes.]

I took another turn. The sounds of the road were deafeningly, achingly, too quiet. I wanted that bright, electronic ping.

[Alexander? You there?]

Nothing. 

Then my heart dropped. But no, surely my fears were lying to me… could it be… was something after him? Did maintenance enter my apartment? Was he scared they’d hurt him? Were they harassing him right now? It seemed unlikely, they didn’t normally come without posting a notice first. After all, he’d been able to keep texting up until this point. 

Had something else gotten in that didn’t belong? But no… surely it wasn’t… my neighbor’s, cat? Elvis?? That beast had been after him, ready to kill, the day I’d unknowingly rescued the little man and brought him inside. Had the animal found a way in somehow? Did I leave a window open?? 

As I ran a red light, I realized: the back door. I could’ve left the back door cracked open when we’d come back inside this morning. Tears blurred my vision as I clipped the curb and squealed around a turn. 

Please, please, be okay, Alexander. I’m almost there. Just hold on. 

In fifteen more seconds, I skidded to a stop in the gravel alley of my apartment. In five more, my sweating, shaking hand was wrapped around the doorknob. I was terrified to see what I would find on the other side. 

In the breadth of one heartbeat I thrust open the door. Whatever’s happening to you, Alexander, just hold out for two more seconds, I’m right here. 

I desperately hoped I wasn’t too late. 

#The angry little man is making progress #He's going to be the death of her though #Or at least give her a lot of gray hair #Now I want caldo #A Fraction of Justice #oc:alexander #oc:natalie #g/t community #g/t fluff #g/t angst #g/t writing #giant/tiny #size difference

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@hateweasel I'm back with more past DLTD reactions!

-Me: Okay so apparently it was a year since Alois was last put in detention and he lost his 'fame' as a delinquent?? Character development. I mean, he's in detention right now, but still-

-Me and my best friend being Travis stans is a costant. We were hype about him FINALLY having a Travis PoV chapter.

-Travis, in that chapter, says that if Cielois ever got engaged, he would be sure to give them a discount, wich i found really sweet. Now I'm wondering, in the future... were the rings made by Travis' mother or did Ciel commission them from someone else? I don't remember...its been too long..please tell me if you're reading this, Hate.

-Me losing it from how funny it is that everything happens at Warwick (despite knowing that it's bc it's the MCs' school) upon starting the Black Annis case and musing about how the other students should have just gone to Weston or some other less chaotic school.

-So, during the whole Ciel-Fights-Alois-While-Under-The-Effects-Of-The-Fear-Poison, Ciel says "Your blood tastes just as good as the rest of you" and I was like "I really didn't want to know that"

-After hurting Alois and coming back to his senses, Ciel is scared and feels guilty so he keeps avoiding him, wich hurts Alois as well as himself, so the whole household is upset about the situation in return. When I told my friend about it, she went "Nooo they're in their divorce arc!" and it killed me 💀

-I was talking about how Cielois & Co were scared of the council kicking up a fit and killing them bc of the drug controlling Ciel, but I was calm bc I trust Integra, and tbh that was my modus operandi about most if not every interaction the demons ever had with HELLSING...and I'm not even a HELLSING watcher/reader...

-Btw i also stanned Oliver's dad EXTREMELY. He's a good man and a good father.

-I was really sad about Alois not wearing the short shorts anymore bc they were funny to me. Now I'm not anymore, tho I gotta say I always missed his crossdressing? Like although he did it so often mostly for attention (as he himself says in the sequel) I gotta say I miss the "So what's wrong if I'm a man and like to crossdress?" thing he did. Luckly Kris picked up the slack and crossdressed in that Pride chapter. U GO KRIS.

- So Integra goes into the specific of the experiment to Humanize Ciel and then asks everyone if they're okay with saying he's innocent in the attack to Alois and everyone but one gets his hand up and I was really mad abt that one but then I found out that it's just that the guy was asleep bc he was extremely old and it was really funny to me.

-About the paintball fight the 7 did where (I think) the others put Alois and Ciel alone in two different teams thinking it would put them at a disadvantage, my friend was like "I love how they did that bc if Cielois was together the others would be defeated in half a second (Bathroom Break included in that time)"

- Me: I still don't understand why the rest of the Seven is like "You guys never do anything chill and normal!!" like...The fashion show?? The summer vacations?? The host club???

My friend: Exactly, c'mon! The fact that like half of those ends in chaos anyway is not their fault...

Me: LMAO. I mean, though, most of those went normally? The only chaotic time I can think of is when they found out about Luka's soul being back and had to make a whole ass ritual in the basement to give him a body.

My friend: Still normal enough if you ask me.

Me: Yeah, normal teenager behavior 💀

My friend: Everyone does that!

#DLTD Thoughts

[themunsonhorrorpictureshow]

some of my random headcanons for eddie (there's some steddie because yes)

he always sleeps too late at night, so when he wake up, steve already left to work

but eddie will always call steve at work to tell him about the dream he just had

btw eddie is chaotic even asleep, he's always naked, moving all the time and even talking sometimes (luckily steve is a heavy sleeper)

he's always hungry

but hates olives with his soul (steve is in charge of eating his olives)

makes silly songs about everything

knows every single song from the rocky horror picture show by heart

talks a lot while watching movies

paint his nails black

actually started painting his nails so he'd stop biting them

hates washing his hair (steve have to fight with him because of that)

accidentally burned his hair (more than once) while lighting his cigarettes

calls wayne "uncle dad" and "waynie" when he wants something

broke his arm when he was a kid because he was trying to be batman (afterwards he noticed batman don't actually fly)

he gets really nervous around older people (parents) because he always thinks they gonna hate him, so he does his best to be polite

got really confused and surprised that joyce liked him (she called him "honey" like she always do with jon's and will's friends and eddie was like "wait she doesn't hate me and think I'm a devil worshiper?")

even hopper likes him, but he's not very open about it

secretly likes when steve puts his catching pop songs on the radio

#eddie munson #stranger things #eddie my beloved #eddie munson headcanon #eddie munson my beloved #steddie

[fanficfish]

Ttte ranch au but its mdoern

im bored and listened to too much of the Peoclaimers again. Oops.

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None of this is canon to my au btw its all for funsies. Basically this is if the au was set in a time with like. Computers and cellphones and whatever.

Donald and Douglas have had "I'm Gonna Walk 500 Miles" throb at them so many times by both the other ranch hands (back when they first joined officially) and by visitors who heard their stories (later on). They don't mind, since they get to sing a good excuse to break out into song.

Theyre also the ones who own a shelf full of records and CDs and have a Spotify playlist for everything. They have one made for each person on the ranch that they interact with on a semi regular basis.

duck is into those true crime podcasts. Oliver is mildly terrified for his well-being but can't say anything when he himself has spent hours consumed by the Lords of the Ring. Yes he can speak Elvish, no he doesn't want to talk about if he can remeciste half the books by memory or not.

Gordon FaceTimes his brother, and even some of his cousins, all the tiem. Scott always shows off wherever he is in the world and Gordon grumbles wheneve this phone dies halfway through a call.

James has a tiktok. Undoetunatley.

Edward watches so much Maaterpiece. He's also watched Once Upon a Time. He sometimes even manages to con the others into joining him, and both Gordon and Henry hate that they somewhat enjoyed some of the series. Edward noticed and now there's three people running around on the ranch arguing over Game of Thromes and Downtown Abbey. Good times.

Tony loves monopoly. Especially with Thomas and Percy, with Daisy and Mavis for spice.

thomas has a mild kbsession with chocolate, as does Percy. On Easter and Halloween they can be found logging out kn candy. Toby enables them.

james got a tindr account and made a fiver sometime not long after his TikTok blew up. He defintiely gets small modelling jobs in his spare time, and gets it as a good chance for free cosmetic items.

Duck watches a lot of The Food Network, and some he, Percy, and Thomas have food network marathons. Duck loves Maaterchef, Perfy likes the Great British Baking Show, and Thomas thinks Chooped or Who Beat Bobby Flay are the best. (Man how did I not absorb any info when I watched so much food network? Huh....wild..-)

Duncan is a gamer and he, Rusty. peter Sam, and Sir Handel have some royal Mario kart tournaments. Compete with saltiness and a lot of swearing from certain parties when Rusty beats them all. Fred videos it and laughs.

Among Us

Henry is low-key considering becoming a park ranger. He settles for junior ranger books and the ranch life.

Someone turned the barn into both a wifi hotspot and a Pokémon go stop and everyone is denying this. Especially Donald and Douglas.

Football night is game night on the ranch and nothings stopping it from Happening, ever. Gordon's express doesn't run starting from the last minutes of the pregame show to the next afternoon, mail is delivered by either anyone not watching (usually Emily, she isn't as interested just opinionated on the matter), or alternate transport. Bertie the bus driver has his happiest and fulelst load days on these weekends.

Sir Topham Hatt joins in on the Super Bowl weekend fun too btw. If the team you cheer for wins and it's one he's cheering for, you get free rounds (read: he'll buy you abStarbucks drink.)

edward, Toby, and Duke all invest too much in Starbucks. (Adaptation of @weirdowithaquill 's thing in the ERS with engines and teabags)

Bill and Ben have too many whopper cushions and other prank items in their arsenal.

I'll add more if I think of any.

#Ttte #ttte human au #ttte humanized #ttte humanisation #headcanon #Ttte headcanon #fanfic #au #human au #modern au

[b-dwolf]

love u guys dearly but my God the amount of people who are upset over this new character when we know absolutely Nothing about her except that she’s named natalia ….

like cmon.

are we seriously just going to ignore everything that was 611? or 612? or heck- 613??? what about that silly video of oliver, anirudh, and ryan today with the filter? are we seriously just going to throw all that out the window because of this “supposed” love interest??

when btw- we don’t actually know if her and buck do go on a date, or if that’s just what the others are assuming it is (and based on olivers reaction to it… and even ryan’s… i think it’s just an assumption).. basically we don’t know anything about anything 😭

so please for the love of god, leave the actress alone?? she doesn’t deserve any hate when we know absolutely nothing about her, and even if her character does end up going on a date with buck- who cares?? you guys do this ALL THE TIME and it is so . Exhausting.

literally please just think about it … would they seriously give buck a brand new love interest when there is only going to be three episodes left at that point? 😭 and how does that wrap up the couch storyline??

Anyway.

Be nice!!!! Leave her alone. Thank you 🫶🏻

#911 on fox #911 speculation #new female character #here comes the unnecessary hate #like cmon guys #just say you hate women at this point #my god #evan buckley #911 fox

[disco-orange]

ASSIGNING EACH DANGER DAYS SONG AN ODD SQUAD CHARACTER CAUSE I GOTTA

Na Na Na- Oprah (:

Bulletproof Heart- OTTOOOO!!!!

SING- Olympia. You just need to trust me on this. I know it doesn't match her energy, but it's so perfect for her. She IS sing it from the heart, sing it 'til you're nuts, sing it out for the ones that'll hate your guts.

Planetary (GO!)- ORLA ORLA ORLA. ORLA ALL THE WAY. She's unbelievable, she's undefeatable, she will ruin everything and blast it to the back row.

The Only Hope for Me Is You- Oscar. I just feel it. In my. Joints. Or smth.

Party Poison- Based on the name alone you know this one's going to Todd. "If we were like you in the end, well we'd be killing ourselves by sleeping in" Todd. It's Todd. "We came to party, kill the party tonight" thank you Todd. We know. It works for him as Gardener Todd too, just a bit differently.

Save Yourself, I'll Hold Them Back- Oona. No explanation needed, just like Oprah's and Otto's.

S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W- Olive. It's gotta be Olive. I can't explain why. It's the most meaningful song in the album, and it goes to her.

Summertime- Otis. It's the platonic love song ever, and it's how he feels about Olympia. He doesn't need his headphones because Olympia stops the noise. <3

DESTROYA- Orin. I will Fight anyone who disagrees with me on this. It is slower and Loud, and he's angry like the 11th doctor and an asshole, this song is for HIM. [This is the song I named my larp camp sword after, btw.]

The Kids from Yesterday- Opal. The way she leaves when her journey doesn't feel like it should be over reminds me of how this song is about the singer and the killjoys knowing they're going to die but still doing what they know is right. And the part where the music stops and then gets picked up again but a little different, and you can hear an echo of the singer's voice- it's like how after she leaves Osmerelda carries on her spot.

Vampire Money- Dr. O. Season 1 Dr. O.

#I JUST #I LOVE DANGER DAYS SO MUCH #like you dont even KNOW. #also yes summertime is platonic to me its probably because i myself am aro #odd squad #odd squad pbs kids #danger days #my chemical romance #mcr #oprah odd squad #otto odd squad #olympia odd squad #orla odd squad #oscar odd squad #odd todd #todd odd squad #oona #oona odd squad #olive odd squad #otis odd squad #orin odd squad #opal odd squad #dr o #doctor o

[ryanatwoodenthusiast]

okay it's time to talk about marissa cooper bc i've read so many hate posts about her today and that really annoys me

she did nothing wrong (okay, yes, a few things, but she's not the most flawed character in the show by far) i'll mention some things people say about her and say my opinion on them

"she trusts people too easily, like oliver and johnny"

yes, that is true and imo it's her biggest flaw but who's fault is it really - is it her fault they ended up liking her? is it her fault oliver became creepily obsessed with her and johnny ended up dying? she was just being nice to boys she met and enjoyed being friends with, and the reason she trusted them is because she sees good in everyone - isn't that a positive trait?

"she spent all of season 3 doing drugs"

that is not true - let me talk about s3 marissa for a moment (bc this was actually my favorite time of marissa and when she became my favorite character)

the first half of the season she's dealing with what happened in s2 and is at her new school, making friends: casey, johnny and chili. she is close friends with all of them immediately and is there for johnny when he needs someone to talk to and when she can't talk to ryan easily even though she tries. all she does is listen to him and it's not like she's meeting with him secretly but she's waiting for casey, his girlfriend, to come - who's the problem there? the guy who is falling in love with her even though he has a girlfriend or the girl who's been through a lot talking to a friend who understands her and who she understands? also, even though ryan often misunderstands the situation, they talk about it every time and end every episode on a good note. she always tells him the truth about what happened and doesn't lie to him about it (remember that episode where she fell asleep watching a movie with johnny while ryan was getting a lapdance at a stripclub? they both were honest with each other about it and weren't angry). after johnny gets in the accident, which marissa feels very guilty about, she helps him because she's a good friend. so does ryan and so do seth and summer, remember ryan's honorary bar mitzvah to raise money for johnny's operation? they all help him, not just her then kaitlin comes and tries to cause chaos by flirting with johnny. marissa feels strange about that because... okay to be honest i still don't quite understand that plot, but either way, 14-year-old kaitlin shouldn't be flirting with 17-year-old johnny. all marissa wants to do is look out for her friend and when ryan tells her to decide, she writes johnny a letter, telling him she isn't in love with him because she's being asked to choose between her boyfriend and her best friend. honestly, that plot was sad bc she didn't want to be mean to johnny but she also didn't want to break up with ryan because she loves him. then johnny dies, which is partly her fault, and she's obviously sad bc he's one of her best friends and what does ryan do? he doesn't comfort her. he's almost happy that he died and starts kind of flirting with johnny's cousin, sadie (who is one of my least favorite ryan love interests btw). ryan and marissa break up bc it just isn't working between them and the second they break up, ryan is laughing with sadie. marissa talks to volchok but he's the one who's actively seeking her out. bc of all her problems, she starts hanging out with him more and more. there's one episode where she's not nice to summer and where she does drugs (in one scene, i don't know why people act like she's doing it the whole show) and in the episode after that or two episodes after that she apologizes to her family and breaks up with volchok. she apologizes for everything and is ready to work on the boat with jimmy and then she dies. imo, her only problem is that she's too trusting, but that's a good thing in general.

also, in season 1, her father loses all his money, she's kind of forced by her mother to stay in a relationship with luke when she likes ryan, then breaks up with him and when she thinks something's happening between her and ryan, she sees him hooking up with a 24-year-old woman and then goes back to luke. after she's lost her virginity to him and goes to mexico with her friends, she finds out her parents are getting a divorce and then sees her boyfriend she just lost her virginity to cheating on her. then she overdoses. once she's back at school, everyone knows what happened. later on, she meets oliver. she befriends him and ryan doesn't trust him, which he is right not to, but she still trusts him bc they're friends. but ryan is breaking into the school and marissa's locker bc he's suspicious and marissa is understandably uncomfortable with that and breaks up with him. then oliver holds her hostage in his apartment, threatening to shoot himself. afterwards, ryan is cold towards her, which i also understand, but that's still sad for her. then her mother has an affair with luke and obviously marissa is sad about that. then ryan and her get back together and her friends give her room a makeover, which she likes, and then her future stepfather blackmails her into living with him and with her mother and, to top it all of, luke gets in a car accident and i'm sure she feels responsible for that. and then, ryan's ex-girlfriend, theresa, comes into town and she finds out she might be pregnant with ryan's child and then ryan leaves.

i could analyze her s2 journey too but tbh i don't want to rn but i might some other time.

anyway, marissa cooper deserves better

#the oc #marissa cooper #marissa cooper defender #overhated characters

[afarcryfrommymain]

could i have the full clear on olive? :3c

Oh hell yeah my girl (ask game here)

1) Full Name: Captain Olivia Aurora Laurier, Olive for short

2) Best Friend: Ends up being Carmina, they're abt the same age n everything (tho Cap is maybe 2 years older? Havent decided exactly yet)

3) Sexuality: Ace/Aro girlie doesn't care for it doesn't need it

4) Favorite Color: Purples and Yellows

5) Relationship status: single

6) Ideal mate: see number 3

7) Biggest turn ons: see #6

8) Favorite food: probably fish, tastes good and attached to good memories

9) Crushes:

10) Favorite Music: any song on Acoustic catches her easy but shes also in love with the few times she's heard a violin paired with a non classical genere (think Dirty Harry by Gorillaz-one shes heard or Are you Satisfied by Marina and the Diamonds-one she hasn't but would love)

11) Biggest Fear: Losing people she loves

12) Biggest fantasy: her mom and dad would describe the plots of Ghibli films to her while in the bunker when she was bored of her books and she's always wanted to live in a comfortable little village and eat bread. She wants a flying broom or to befriend wild animals (she loves Horatio with her whole heart btw)

13) Bad Habits: bites her nails and the skin around them (especially when stressed which is always)

14) Biggest Regret: Left to help with a highwaymen base while her dad was sick and was never able to say goodbye

15) Best Kept Secret: in the funnier side; found really old beer and drank it and believes Rush never found out (he did but never said anything- shes bad at secrets tbh)

16) Last Thought: (fuck what does this one even mean???) "I hope I'm leaving here better than when I arrived"-final thought ever? Ig?

17) Worst romantic experience: she read and heard a lot of people talking about romance (she's like 16 at this point) so she picks one person out thats her age and is like "idk what dating is like we should try" and the other person just was really weird abt how competent she was the entire time. And she was like "its probably normal to hate kissing" and eventually Rush was like "bud- no? Thats not- no????" And when she told the other dude they threw a hissy fit abt it and got into a fight with each other, eventually it was sorted but it was uncomfortable fr.

18) Biggest Insecurity: she's 5' even and everyone in her life is at least an inch taller than her and she hates it

19) Weapon of Choice: Saw Launcher and I've decided that she should get a stop sign like Maddness Combat instead of a shovel; ya know as a treat

20) Role Model: Thomas Rush, of course.

#im talking now #far cry 5 #Captian Olive #Olivia Laurier #far cry new dawn #far cry captain #fun fact i just figured out her last name bc of this ask #thank you bestie i really needed to pick one fr #i love her btw i know i post a lot of Aphid #but i love them both equally and i swear ill post her more #shes much less... angsty ig? than Aphid and shes got a lot of positivity #sun coded character kinda energy #just genuinely happy. tries to see good in everyone and stay positive even if its really miserable #ill write snippets with her one kf these days #and she'll be in my New Dawn fic whenever i get around to continuing it

[pashminalamb]

THOSE NICKNAMES ARE SO CUTE ABKGCFBHGG ofc you can call me either one you pick 😊. Also I hope that guy gets gum stuck in his horrible hair and is super late to an exam or something 😤😤😤. I don’t understand how some people think I want to hear their stupid comments?? Like whatever happened to the saying “if it’s not nice, don’t say it”?? Like unless we’re friends or close constructive criticism or advice is fine. But like. I haven’t seen you since school? Leave me alone. Some peoples audacity I swear 🤨🙄😤. Im sorry that that happened to you. AND YOU TELL HIM. MANS THOUGHT HE WAS CHANGING THE WORLD BY BEING RUDE TO YOU AND PROCEEDS TO LOSE A DEBATE AGAINST YOU NOT EVEN MINUTES LATER. HECK YEAH. YOU GO GIRL 😤🥰. Intelligence is so freaking hot though just saying. So like. Love everything about yourself cause there’s so much to love sweetheart ❤️❤️❤️. Also like I’m slowly falling for Nagi and Oliver but we’re not gonna talk abt that rn 👀 *swears profusely* Also also I love love love knowing random facts about all my favorite characters because it just makes them seem so real. It’s just overall really adorable. Like that invincible hero hates ranch with a burning passion and that one tired teacher loves swimming in coral reefs in their down time and that one amazing soccer player loves history. Finding out more stuff about all these awesome characters honestly makes me love them even more. Going to the gym is great btw!!! But don’t forget to also rest and not overdo it. Your body needs time to repair itself yknow? I seriously need to start going again. I was a gym rat the entire summer and I actually liked it?? I wanted to try something new and I ended up loving it. Idk it’s just the satisfaction of working on yourself and working all those feelings out and just taking care of your body yknow? But school got in the way and I keep telling myself I’ll go this weekend but I keep forgetting 💀😭. I shall add Romantic Killer to my watch list 😌. Is it an anime or a show btw? What’s it about? *sips from hot chocolate cup and hugs squishmallow* I’m still processing the ending of TR so like I need a couple business days to collect my thoughts but you’ll be the first to hear them when it hits me that it’s actually over. Also Isabelle is such a pretty name. I think it suits you 😊. As always I hope your day goes well!! *sends virtual hugs*

- ✨ anon

forget to add on my last ask agjhhhshehh 💀 but why those specific nicknames? like is it cause if the emoji or something else? sorry im just curious 😅.

I'm that kind of person who keeps nicknames for everyone actually... based on what they like or reminds me of irl has a friend named dumbface . And the thing is... the word 'anon' sounds... mechanical which is why I offer emojis to people who want to interact with me and visit my blog and everytime I look at ✨ emoji all I'm thinking of is a genshin wish or starry or charm and I literally go like

'starry asked me something!! *smiles*' But yeah cause of the emoji or in case send me a name that you'd like be called by? ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

Thinking if I should call 💙  anon blue...

Going back to my classmate at uni... another bonus point is that since we hadn't seen each other in a long time; with covid and all that too I'm...actually two heads taller than him. And when he tried to be rude to me again today- this time about my hair cause its short (and yk what guys say abt girls with short hair right?), I said 'You talk big for someone who has to be noticed under a microscope, you wanna lose another debate?' And he actually shut up with his mouth open and a friend of mine who shares the second major class with him just laughed

Oyaoya you're falling for Nagi and Oliver ( ⓛ ω ⓛ ) Tell me all about it

I know !! ૮꒰⸝⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝꒱ა The random facts about Oliver made me go 'No way. NO. WAY. WHAT.' cause there are too many things about me that coincide with him and I was just sitting there like... it does makes sense now. Cause when i was reading the manga too, I saw him and I went like... he gives me the vibe of a snake (cause I had a pet one and there's a whole history to that and it was guesswork) for some reason. *scrolls*

it's a snake alright.

Random facts just make my day and I love the fact of that one tired teacher who likes swimming in the coral reefs - pretty sure Ego is that kind of guy. When I found out that Aiku loves History I was like 'is it possible to fall any deeper for this man?'

So the thing with gym is that I was going for a good week and then i fell sick. and it kept happening back and forth until I got tired and irritated and said that i need to be consistent. And honestly? I love going to the place as well ! Plus I needed to get more muscle in cause... I wanna be able to lift more heavy objects. So me and my roommate were lifting this really heavy box and I couldn't get it over my head and nearly busted my skull but luckily they're stronger and taller than me so I was safe; I don't want to experience that again and that's why i decided to go to the gym. that and for mental stability and being fit as well ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ

My classes do get in the way of me going to gym and studies take up my time too and that's why i balance everything. Priorities take first place, write little everyday and when its ready, I post it.

So Romantic killer is an anime about a girl who cares only about three things : gaming, her cat and chocolate. And cause of that, she's disconnected from the real world and can't fall in love with anyone the way i've been called out on with this show so a wizard who made an otome video game comes (their name is riri), and tries to set her up with this guy named Kazuki. And its all about her resisting him

His voice sounds very familiar though *goes to check* yeup, Kamitani Hayato from Gakuen babysitter club and weather report from JJBA

I just heard about TR from one of my friends. And I'm surprised abt it actually, maybe I should read from where i left off (forgot to ask about terano south) but take your time. I'll be there to hear all about it ૮(˶˃ᆺ˂˶)ა

My name... has taken one too many dad jokes, comes with being the youngest ig . DoorBELLE BELLEring

Not to mention the spellings and older people, ‘Isabella’ no, it’s Isabelle, Isabel? Izabel? No, Isabelle

Oliver : Tinker belle.

That is acceptable.

*sending warm hugs*

#Belle. ☏ #.lost sheep : ✨ anon

[onthesandsofdreams]

Weird Questions for Writers: 1, 3, 6, 7, 10, 11, 12, 14, 17 for "In Dreams," 19, 21, 22, 25, 26, 28, 32, 35, 37 and 40!

35. What’s your favorite writing rule to smash into smithereens? 1. What font do you write in? Do you actually care or is that just the default setting?  If I work in LibreOffice it is Liberation Serif, if Google Docs, Times New Roman, if it’s Scrivener, Liberation Serif too. Liberation is only the defaul on Libre, the others I change. And yes, I care, because I hate some fonts.

3. What is your writing ritual and why is it cursed? My writing ritual is getting my water bottle near and get something salty -- usually green olives to snack on. It’ curse because I don’t have much money left and the olives are expensive. Or sometimes I light a scented candle (see the same answer of the olives)

6. What is your darkest fear about writing? That I am not good enough.

7. What is your deepest joy about writing? When someone engages with my work, be it rebloggng it or commenting.

10. Has a piece of writing ever “haunted” you? Has your own writing haunted you? What does that mean to you? Yes, there are some fics that I keep thinking about over and over. To either complete them or expand on them.

11. Do you believe in the old advice to “kill your darlings?” Are you a ruthless darling assassin? What happens to the darlings you murder? Do you have a darling graveyard? Do you grieve? On my original yes, I kill if I have to. On fics, I have killed a fan favorite (the fic is not published yet).

12. If a genie offered you three writing wishes, what would they be? Btw if you wish for more wishes the genie turns all your current WIPs into Lorem Ipsum, I don’t make the rules: 1.- To have an easier flow to my ideas for my writing. 2.- To further improve naturally & 3.- To be able to actually plot longer fics/series.

14. Do you lend your books to people? Are people scared to borrow books from you? Do you know exactly where all your “lost” books are and which specific friend from school you haven’t seen in twelve years still possesses them? Will you ever get them back? I do lend books, but I try to vet hard who I do lend them to, because I have lost book.

17. Talk to me about the minutiae of your current WIP. Tell me about the lore, the history, the detail, the things that won’t make it in the text: Jaime and Brienne didn’t want to loose Sandor. That is something that won’t make it and it is not a spoiler.

19. Tell me a story about your writing journey. When did you start? Why did you start? Were there bumps along the way? Where are you now and where are you going? I started writing you. But only began to take it seriously in my late 20s. Of course there were bumps! I suffer chronic migraines and that makes it hard to write. Where am I going? Hopefully I’ll be one day able to publish my original content in book form.

21. Could you ever quit writing? Do you ever wish you could? Why or why not? No I could never, because it itches. I have so many stories in me I want to tell.

22. How organized are you with your writing? Describe to me your organization method, if it exists. What tools do you use? Notebooks? Binders? Apps? The Cloud? Very! I have two folders WIPs & Finished products. Those have subfolders that are for every fandom/project. Everything’s titled by order and yes, I have notebooks.

25. What is a weird, hyper-specific detail you know about one of your characters that is completely irrelevant to the story? Hades (yes, the Greek God) likes cinnamon ice cream.

26. How do you get into your character’s head? How do you get out? Do you ever regret going in there in the first place? I imagine what would I do in their situation and then adjust it to their worldview. I get out by singing Josh Groban. Yes, once.

28. Who is the most delightful character you’ve ever written? Why? Fic wise? Jaskier. Original stuff? My currently unnamed merman, because both grab life with both hands.

32. What is a line from a poem/novel/fanfic etc that you return to from time and time again? How did you find it? What does it mean to you? From “A Deal with the Elf King” by Elise Kova:   “You are my antithesis, Luella. You are the queen of life.” “And you are the king of death,” I whisper, staring up into his frozen eyes. Not for the first time, a twinge of fear blooms in me at the power this man holds. Of course, like the completely sane person I am, I decide to turn it into a joke. “Good to know that we were never meant to get along.”

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I found it when I first read the book and I return to it often enough. I’m still not quite sure what it means to me.

35. What’s your favorite writing rule to smash into smithereens? That you should write every day. Not realistic unless you have no responsibilities and/or health issues.

37. If you were to be remembered only by the words you’ve put on the page, what would future historians think of you? That I was a romantic fool

40. Please share a poem with me, I need it.: And we stumbled / into each other’s / arms. / And you smiled / and said: / I’m finally home.

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