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n6ptunova · 5 months

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i loved your chris bf hcs! could you please do one for matt? thank you and i hope you’re having a good day :)

boyfriend headcanons • matt sturniolo

a/n: thank you so much ily!! hope you enjoy thiss🫶

warnings: none

- you can’t convince me that matt wouldn’t be the type of bf who accidentally ignores you in public/groups of friends. he doesn’t mean to but he’s so awkward and doesn’t like pda much so when he tries to avoid it he avoids you altogether. it used to hurt your feelings but after talking to him he reassured you that he’s just a dumbass.

- he makes up for being distant in public when you guys are alone tho. he lovesss having you in his arms hugging his slutty waist, while he strokes your hair and kisses your head/cheeks occasionally. he’s def the big spoon most of the time.

- his love language is physical touch and acts of service, so he’ll often want to drive you to run errands together (grocery shopping, ikea visits, etc.) it makes him feel like you’re a married couple which kind of sums up your relationship with him.

- he’s also the designated bug killer, bob the builder ass bf. you got new furniture that needs to be built? he’s doing it no question. you broke something and need it fixed? he’s on it. he almost babies you honestly and he loves it but when you take it too far and act too spoiled he’ll be like alright wrap it up.

- he’s kind of moody sometimes for no reason like you’ll be making jokes or annoying him for fun and he’s just “not having it” when in reality he can’t get enough of your attention, he’ll pretend to be annoyed and keep rolling his eyes but he can’t wipe the goofy ass smile off his face.

- BABY FEVER!! every time he seems a cute baby out in public or on tiktok he turns into the biggest softy, “babe look oh my goddd they’re so cute i want one.” *hears the baby laughing* “nvm i want ten.”

- perks of dating someone with a car (ns to chris and nick! full shade actually) is you get to go on a lot of late night cruises with the top down, blasting your fav music, him using his free hand to switch between holding yours and placing it on your thigh. plus you get some privacy to….be risky! if ykwim

- matt loves when you take an interest in something he loves eg. pokemon, certain artists he listens to, cabin life, etc. he gets so excited and giddy and he’ll want to tell you everything he knows about these things. and he does the same for you but he gets embarrassed and defensive if you point it out so you just silently appreciate it.

- ^ you once caught him reading one of your favorite books simply because he wanted to talk to you about it and seeing you get all excited and passionate while talking about it.

- he’s definitely a soft launch type of guy. always posting pics where you just barely show. the back of your head, or your nails in the corner of the pic, your shoes etc. i can’t imagine him fully posting up with his gf on instagram or tiktok but maybe if it’s been a few years he’d do it for anniversaries and it’ll be like aesthetic ass pinterest vibes photos.

- matt would always be taking candid photos/videos of you and saves them in an album that’s full of just you. 90% of his screen time is his camera roll just bc he’s always looking and admiring the pics he took of you, he’s obsessed fr.

- after a while i feel like matt would start to show his silly/goofy side a lot more with you. he would so be the type to chase you around trying to tickle you- he just loves hearing your laugh. it usually ends with him pinning you down with one hand and tickling you with the other until you’re almost out of breath then he’ll stop and kiss you to make up for it.

- he’ll be more talkative with you than with his brothers sometimes since you don’t interrupt. he’s always rambling about whatever’s on his mind and apologies after like pookie you’re good talk more!!

- he’s a bit indecisive in general like where to eat, date ideas and stuff but he tries because he knows you like when he’s ‘assertive’. idk how to explain this but he acts like the stereotypical “man provides” but in a non toxic/non misogynistic way.

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abdl-countryboy · 3 months

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Hello. Welcome to my blog. I’m a life long diaper lover and got into the AB stuff later in life. I’m here to make friends and just have a place to express this side of me.

I’m an Abdl switch. I also wear diapers for medical reasons. I love all aspects of this type of stuff. So please know this blog will have both Nsfw and Sfw content. Please be 21 and up before interacting with me or this blog. Blank blogs with no profile pics or age will be blocked.

I’m a straight man. Please be respectful when messaging me. Messages that just say Hi or what’s up will be ignored. Please do not refer to me by any pet/nick names unless we’ve gotten to know each other. I’m not looking for a mommy, daddy, or a little at this time.

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diyunho · 4 years

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The Joker X Reader - “Ghost Driver”

When The Joker says you’re his, it means you’re essential to him because he needs your services for his own gain; it literally has zero affectionate connotations. Turbo is The King’s Ghost Driver and although she’s a legend, her life is far from perfect.

Part 2

“Where’s all your stuff?!” Frost asks since the apartment is pretty much empty.

“Gave it to Adam,” you sulk. “He wouldn’t sign the divorce papers so I gave in; I don’t even care… I’m glad he’s out of here.”

Jonny gazes at you in silence, a million words rushing through his mind and The Joker’s henchman can’t articulate anything close to what he would like to vociferate besides foolish small talk:

“How are you holding up?”

“Not sure… I don’t even know what the hell happened to us…It used to be so great and then he started making comments about my weight, gossiping with his friends behind my back, then cheated… I couldn’t handle it,” Y/N confesses although Frost is already acquainted with the dreadful story of her crumbled marriage.

“Not what the hell happened to us,” he decides to underline his personal opinion. “I think the question should be what the hell happened to him: you didn’t do anything wrong. And I believe you look perfect,” he mumbles the last sentence.

“What was that?” you search the fridge for his favorite soda.

“Nothing... nothing…”

“Here you go,” you offer the cold Fanta to a distraught companion.

“Thanks, Y/N. Here’s the money for tonight,” he gives you the envelope. “As usually, half now , half after the job is done.”

“OK,” you accept the terms without issues because it’s how The Clown Prince of Crime pays for your services. “Jonny, why is there an extra thousand dollars in here?!”

“Ummm…” the man tries to find a reasonable explanation yet Y/N can’t accept his strategy.

“Should I text Mister Joker and thank him for the bonus?”

“Nope,” he bites on his lip.

“I appreciate it,” you return the extra cash to Frost. ”I’m fine. Really.”

“Well…” he takes the bills and stashes them in his wallet, “… let me know if you need anything, alright?”

“I promise I will, “ you smile. “I swear on my Turbo honor,” the joke makes him smile also.

“Hey Y/N… I was thinking… maybe one of these days, if you feel like it, we could… and it’s entirely up to you, no pressure… maybe you would want to… ”

Frost’s phone keeps ringing and he retrieves from his suit’s pocket, annoyed about the interruption.

“It’s Audra,” he huffs while declining the call.

“Might be important,” you sort of urge him to answer.

“Meh, I doubt it. She will chew my ears off regarding our relationship that ended 3 months ago. I’m not interested,” he strolls towards the exit due to another pressing matter he has to attend. “I have to go, Mister Joker has a meeting soon; I’ll see you later, Y/N.”

“See you,” you wave and lock the door when your cell alerts of an incoming text from The Joker.

Downloading two pictures… Pictures?!

“Oh…my… God…!” you hold your breath when the first image depicts a totally naked King of Gotham reflected in the mirror at his gym and squeal when the second one shows a close up of his mid-section.

“Oh my God!” you burst out laughing as you admire the unexpected missive. “Heeeelllo Mister Joker,” you mutter and actual phrases pop up on your screen.

“I sent these to the wrong number, Y/N. Ignore and erase them!”

“Of course, sir!” you immediately reply with no intention of doing it for the moment.

Why?

The hilarious error shook you up from apathy and it’s worth saving those pics for a bit longer since you can’t remember the last time something got your attention after the messy divorce.

***************

11:49 PM

The Joker is the first one to get in the car next to you, firmly clutching to his suitcase full of diamonds freshly stolen from “Diamond Emporium” store on Glissan Avenue. You notice the other goons sneaking to the cars deliberately positioned around nearby streets for tonight’s robbery. How come J doesn’t go with them?

The dilemma is simple:

The green haired menace typically arrives with his regular crew when he plans heists but has Y/N pick him up after the job is done.

“Hi Mister Joker,” you greet your employer.

“Hey,” he acknowledges your presence. “Did you delete the pictures?” The Joker gets straight to the point.

“Yes,” you lie and tell the truth in the same time: you erased the whole body image but kept the close up one for future reference.

“Good. What did you think?” the hasty interrogation prompts a careful chosen response.

“You look very…,” and you pause in order to find the correct term since a tiny mistake could set him off. “… Healthy, Mister Joker.”

“I do,” he huffs quite pleased with your statement.

You wish to add more but Frost and the new hire squeeze in the back seat awaiting orders.

“You’re in luck kid,” Jonny places a box filled with precious gems at his feet. “Your first assignment and you get to meet Turbo.”

The young man opens his mouth in amazement as you move the fingers from your right hand in the air instead of a proper introduction.

“You’re Turbo?! I thought you’re a guy!” Nick blurs out and Frost punches him in the head, displeased with the observation.

“Sounds empty,” you growl while The Clown snorts.

“My Ghost Driver A GUY??!! Ha-ha-ha-ha!” the unnerving, screechy noises make the newbie shrivel up. “Turbo, A GUY!” he continues to amuse himself before giving Nick a psychotic glare.

“I’m…I’m so sorry, I meant no disrespect,” he nervously stutters especially since J called you “his”.

The poor bastard’s oblivious about what the label implies in The Clown’s universe: when The Joker says you’re his, it means you’re essential to him because he needs your services for his own gain; it literally has zero affectionate connotations.

“Where the fuck did you find this buffoon?” you chew on your gum, irritated.

“He’s Richard’s nephew,” Jonny sucks on his teeth.

“Uncle Panda is infinitely smarter,” Y/N barks at the revelation.

“I’m truly sorry,” Nick apologizes again and you cut him off.

“Save it!... … I hear sirens,” you slowly inhale and The King calmly articulates:

“I forgot to mention I accidentally triggered the silent alarm.”

Translation: he did it on purpose.

You snicker at the first lights blinking in the distance, excited to have some fun after stressing so much in the past weeks. The vehicles belonging to the gang scatter in different directions as you step on the gas pedal, accelerating towards the numerous police cars answering to the 10-64 code.

“That’s my girl!” J cracks his neck, already hyped at the adrenaline rush burning his veins: The Ghost Driver is perfect to offer him what he craves and she always delivers.

That’s why Turbo is his.

************

4:37 AM

“Hi…Mister…Mister Joker…” you attempt to talk without slurring.

“It’s Ella,” his girlfriend snarls.

“Why…where is he?” you guzzle down half of glass of wine, adamant in having a chat with your boss.

“Well, after you two had a merry time being chased by cops all over town, he came home and now he’s sorting out the diamonds,” the woman bitterly reports.

“I wanna talk to him,” you sniffle and drink some more alcohol.

“You just saw him. I’m sure it can wait until tomorrow.”

“I’m sure it can’t!” you shout. “I just received important information he’d be i…interested in,” you finally make it through the whole sentence.

Ella stomps in the living room, vexed at your behavior.

“It’s Turbo,” she shoves the phone in his fingers. “The bitch is wasted!”

“What did you call me?!” the appalled Y/N is about to burst when The Joker’s deep voice resonates I her ear.

“Yeah?”

“Sir,” you correct your bitter tone. “I h-have very important news!”

“I’m listening,” J ignores his woman as she cusses you out.

“I have to tell you in person, sir. Let’s go on a date and I’ll reveal the entire shocking...”

“Huh?!”

“I have crucial information…”

“Quit repeating yourself!” The Joker interrupts. “You’re not making any sense. Go to sleep and we’ll catch up after you sober up.”

“But I wanna go on date Mister Joker,” you gulp the rest of the wine and prepare for a fourth round.

“Why, because I look healthy?” J mocks and Ella sighs, not understanding the odd conversation she’s witnessing. “… …. … Hello?”

A loud thud, then dialing tone at the other end of the line.

“I think she passed out,” The King of Gotham concludes, not particularly worried at the sudden halt of your monologue.

***************

3 Days Later

The late meeting is almost done: the buyers already purchased the diamonds J had for sale, among them your ex-husband Adam that has a small crowd gathered next to him; he’s supposedly famous for his crappy attitude enjoyed by jerks sharing the same ludicrous humor.

“You know I’m sensible when it comes to challenges and I couldn’t grasp why she doesn’t want my help in shedding a few pounds. What’s the harm in that?! I love curves but sometimes I don’t, ya’ know?” he winks and the group laughs.

The Joker is arranging money in duffle bags, his concentration diverted by the impromptu comedic performance. What the heck are they yapping about?

Frost is certainly in a foul mood: J can guess his trusted henchman is worked up since the usual chilled Jonny can’t control his anger.

“What’s wrong with being voluptuous, hm?” he addresses Adam and it clicks for The Joker: this is about Y/N.

“Nothing at all,” he smirks and the laughter around the room dies out because not too many dare screwing with Jonny Frost. “I was merely emphasizing that if a woman can’t lose weight, she’s doomed. Y/N lost me, how is she going to get another stud if she…”

“Perhaps she’s not interested in pieces of shit; definitely had her share!” Frost grumbles at the absurd remarks.

The Joker has no clue about what’s going on, yet he won’t deny today’s entertainment is far from boring.

“Give me a break!” Adam scoffs. “Who’d sniff her tail if she refuses to get skinnier? Ooohhh, wait a minute, we might have an admirer,” he arrogantly slides your cell out of his coat. “I was browsing her pictures and what do you know? A gentleman sent Y/N a picture of his junk three days ago. I am deeply sorry, my bad. She does have somebody sniffing her tail. What kind of loser sends images of his dangling goodies to another dude’s wife?!”

“Ex-wife!” Jonny sneers whilst J’s calculation leads to an easy verdict: you kept one pic.

“Whose junk is this?! Is it yours?” your estranged spouse accuses Frost without any evidence.

“It’s my junk,” The Joker’s serene revelation makes everyone freeze: they have no idea how to react at the puzzling escalation of events.

Is he bluffing?!

“I wasn’t aware I require permission in order to text whatever I desire to whomever I want.”

Awkward silence and Frost approaches Adam, boiling with indignation.

“Why do you have Y/N’s phone?”

Your husband doesn’t have a chance to justify his action: Jonny’s punch throws him to the ground, immediately followed by his unsettling ultimatum.

“You son of a bitch, what did you do to her?”

Your former husband gets on his elbow ready to attack when The King’s stern inquiry stops his motion:

“WHERE.IS.MY.TURBO?”

****************

After 1 hour

Frost lifts you higher in his arms while you keep wheezing, trying to regain control.

“I’m sorry…I attacked you,” the weakened Y/N whispers. “I thought you were Adam...”

After being abducted and left to starve for the last 3 days, you had one clear purpose: to kill the guy that did it. Adam surely crossed the line with his despicable plan of making you lose weight: he creeped in your apartment, kidnapped you and took you to his home where you were chained in the cellar until Jonny found you. The basement was dark and you couldn’t see, that’s why you used whatever strength you had left in order to attack the individual responsible for your misfortune.

Turned out it was actually a rescue party although Frost is now the proud owner of a beautiful bump courtesy of Y/N.

“No problem,” Jonny takes you to his SUV, carefully laying you down in the passenger’s seat. “How’s your head?” he wipes the dried blood on your cheeks since Adam knocked you out unconscious while you were talking to The Joker after the heist.

“I’m OK,” you start crying, mostly mad at yourself for being such an easy prey, yet you didn’t see it coming.

“You know… It’s OK not to be OK,” Frost opens a bottle of water and gives it to you. “I’ll take you home, you can take a shower and I’ll have the doctor come for an emergency evaluation. Are you hungry?”

“I’m so hungry,” tears stream down your face and Jonny has a great proposal.

“I’ll order some food and if you want me to I can stay with you. After you feel better, we could… and it’s entirely up to you, no pressure… maybe you would want to…”

The Joker rolls his eyes, deciding to emerge from the shadows.

“Wow, this is painful to watch. Frost believes he’s still in high school: basically he’s asking you on a date. There, done. No need to beat around the bush. Jesus!” J scolds about a subject he shouldn’t mess with. “I have a heist next week, you better be good to go by then!” he gestures at the confused duo. “If you’ll excuse me, I have my own date to honor. We’re done here, yes?”

“Yes sir,” Jonny replies for both, unwilling to split hairs with The Joker and his obnoxious aberrations. “Here’s your cell,” he returns the item to you and you snatch it, relieved. You seem to have an outburst of energy as you unlock the secured folder.

“Where’s Adam?”

“I don’t know, we had an altercation at the warehouse then he scrammed,” Frost reports, ogling a strange looking Y/N typing on her phone.

“He won’t be able to hide,” you grin and send the attachment to The Joker.

*************

“We’ll be late for dinner,” Ella kisses The Clown. “I’m not a 100% positive why we had to waste precious time and come for her,” she pouts and drags him after her towards their vehicle.

J’s phone chimes and he stops in his tracks, not expecting a message from you seconds after the encounter.

“Mister Joker, you were very generous to share pictures with me.

Allow me to do the same.

Your Turbo.”

Imagines downloading and he’s not sure what to do when pics appear one by one: frames taken by the private investigator you hired to follow Adam when you suspected he was cheating. The bastard was diligent, but he was eventually caught in the act three days ago.

Who’s the woman he’s with?

The Joker’s Queen.

“What’s wrong?” she frowns at the visible switch in his temper.

The Clown ruthlessly slams Ella against the hood while her cell also receives a text from Y/N:

“Who’s the bitch now?”

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amnachil · 4 years

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The College Society Chapter 4 Part 1

And here we go !

This is the last chapter of Liam’s 1st year at the university. It’s a long one, so be ready ;)

A new pov will replace Barbara starting now, I hope you’ll like it.

Damian-Nicholas Smith Carrey Friday March 8, in France

When people said him that he could write a book about his life, he never imagined what kind of book it would be. But now, he had quite an accurate idea. He would call it : 'How to change from the most famous hunter to a stupid and naive man in love'. He had gone through step one for a long time now : have a fucking ridiculous teenage crush. And now, he started step two : be in a relationship with your so-called crush. Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey wasn't someone easily flustered. At least on paper. But when it come to the baboon, it was a true disaster. He must have left his pride back in the US.

"What do you think ? Isn't this one better ?" asked Liam.

The junior looked at him, his brows furrowed. They were doing shopping for souvenir. Well, the baboon searched little things for his siblings and Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey tagged along.

"I dunno. There are the same to me."

One was a key chain with the eiffel tower, the other with the Arc de Triomphe. Both were low quality products anyway. But the baboon finally picked one, and they went out of the store.

"Where are we going next ?" asked the blond lad. "There is plenty of time before our departure..."

"I bought everything I wanted." replied his boyfriend. "So I thought we could hum... take some time for us ?"

He blushed when he said the last word, which made Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey blush too, and then they both blushed even more. This is an endless circle of pathetic shyness. I mean, I eat ass every other day, so why am I so prude right now ?

"Fine." he agreed anyway. "Lead the way."

They honestly had a good time. It was fucking weird to enjoy this at much as sex. Maybe even more. They went for walk the length of the Seine. Liam ate a box of pastries along the way and they talked about this and that. This is the end of my damned life. I'm having a silly conversation with someone. It must be the first time since... I don't even fucking remember. They were on their way back when Liam sighed.

"I'm happy to have you Dami." he whispered.

All this romantic bullshit was so embarrassing. Do I like it or not ? Just get a grip dude ! Not only he was having a damn date with his boyfriend, but he also looked like the flustered one here ! No one must ever know it happened. The baboon took his hand.

"I'm serious you know ?" he continued. "I mean, I'm still very worried about a lot of stuff... Nate is my main concern, but I'm also still preoccupied by my father. And I can't deny my story with Kilian is giving me an headache. But I'm really happy to know you're here."

"First of all baboon, it doesn't suit you to be so serious." replied Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey while trying to regain composure. "Secondly, there is nothing in what you said that can't wait tomorrow. You've the right to enjoy a little time for yourself with someone you love."

Liam blushed. He kissed his boyfriend to thank him. Holy crap. I'm getting good at the cheesy stuff too. Well, it wasn't surprising : Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey was good at everything.

This evening on the plane, the junior felt a weird dread through his whole body. Suddenly, he stressed about his relationship. But there is nothing new... I mean, we already were a couple before. So what is different ? He quickly put his finger on it. I said to the baboon I loved him. I confessed my weakness. The hunters shall never know. Nobody in the university, for that matter. There are already too many fucking people aware of our relationship. I don't trust anyone about this.

"Hey dude."

Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey glared at the sophomore who hailed him. It was the dipshit called Matthew, Theo's heir.

"What the hell are you doing here ?" he asked. "Want to suck my prick ?"

The cocky lad (it was obvious this guy was an arrogant bastard) smiled.

"Maybe another time. I just wanted to say D.R sent me the contract regarding Barbara. She has to stay away from Colton and all his friends starting now. So you won't see her again much."

"Don't give me that crap, idiot. I don't care about the roach. You can fuck her, so go on. Isn't it what you wanted since the beginning ?"

Matthew's smile grew larger. I can definitely see the ressemblance with this shitty Theophile now.

"Just go away, moron." he concluded.

Liam Sunday March 10 back in the US

"This trip has done some damage..."

The young lad bite his lips. I knew I had indulged a lot but that's quite a change...

"Do you dislike it ?" asked Nate, while slumping on his bed.

"Not really..."

He had been ages since the last time Liam had looked properly at his reflection. He was pleased with his general body shape. His face was finely chiseled. He had strong biceps and triceps. His legs were robust but thick just like his chest. His pecs were nicely standing out. Even his back was kind of burly. But where three month ago he had a blossoming six pack, he had now a modest amount of squishy flab. His bulging waistline was easily noticeable since he was only in briefs. But he wasn't dissatisfied.

"I think I like myself." Liam whispered.

"And that's a good thing." mumbled his bestfriend, his eyes closed. "You have nothing to be ashamed about, trust me."

The chesnut lad outlined a smile. I'm glad to see Nate is talking more and more. He was also pretty sure Dami won't judge him for a little bulk.

"I mean..." resumed the other lad. "You're even well-endowed."

It made Liam blush like hell. (Not that he didn't take the compliment.) (Who could blame him ?).

The freshman expected things to improve since they came back from France. After all, Nate was getting better, Nick was actually making some progress at swimming and Dami literally confessed his feelings. It looked like the unicorns were finally powerful enough to repel the forces of evil. (After all, he had been feeding them with his dreams for months now !). So when a girl went to talk to him during his training this afternoon, he completely ignored her. (Not on purpose of course !). He was just so happy that he couldn't focus on anything. He went throught weight lifting and then legs exercises without noticing the many people who accosted him. He left campus without taking note of the lustful looks around him. I think I'm happy. The talk with Kilian had freed him. He was so glad to know the force of evils failed to take his ex-boyfriend. Anyhow, he finally went to work. As soon as he arrived, Judy came to him.

"Oh god Liam here you are ! I was so worried !" she shouted.

He blinked, not sure to have heard right. (Not that he often didn't heard people or anything...). What was she worried about ? Did he forget something important ? Something life-saving ? Maybe the aliens were gonna attack soon ?

"Liam focus ! I'm trying to have a conversation here !"

Judy clicked her fingers right under his eyes, breaking his thoughts.

"Are you alright ? Did someone do something to you ?"

"What ? No." he replied, surprised. "Why ?"

She frowned.

"Are you and Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey still a couple ?" she eventually asked.

Liam blushed. I think I'm supposed to keep it a secret but... He could trust Judy, right ?

"We are." he replied. "But what is your point ?"

"Be prudent when you're not with him okay ? I never thought I would say that one day, but I think you're safer with him around. Even if I still bet he'll hurt you in the end, like he did with everyone else."

Liam nodded. Their boss was calling them. I'm not sure I understand what she meant... However, he was certain Dami wouldn't said "I love you" so lightly. I'm special to him, I'm at least sure of that.

When he arrived at their flat tonight, Nick announced Nate wasn't there. Apparently, he had left for a talk with Archibald. It reminded Liam there were still things he wanted to improve in his life. My bestfriend and my poor family situation should be my priorities. He had no doubt the unicorns would agree on this. Besides, everything was linked to the forces of evil anyway. He grabbed a slice of pie in the fridge and joined his roommate. (Of course a pie made by Dami. Now that he had tasted his boyfriend's pastries, it was very hard to eat anything else to be honest.). (Once you visited heaven, you wouldn't come back, right ?).

"I can tell he's doing better." said Nick while staring at the screen of his console. "But I also can tell he went through something very disturbing. What do you think they're talking about so often ?"

"I don't know." admitted Liam. "But Dami assured me Archibald was a good guy so I trust him."

Of course, the chestnut lad wanted to help. And yes, I want to know what happened. (Curiosity is not a sin). (Glutonny is, but Liam didn't think much about it).

"Yeah well, until now we can say whatever he's doing is working." agreed Nick. "You should go to sleep... Wait, are you snacking ?"

Liam took a mouthful of his pie and chewed happily.

"This is just too good." he explained.

"You were sooooo against food at the beginning of the year." laughed his roommate. "I never imagined you were such a foodie."

Well... Seems like I changed my mind.

Nicolas Monday March 11 – Tuesday March 12

< Imagenius : yo what's up ? >

< TheSavior : long story short it sucked. I m better looking at my screen and playin'. Wht abut you pal ? >

< Imagenius : long story short my roommate is fuckin' loud while talkin' with her new friends. I hate people with actual life you know ? They remind me I'm a loser >

< TheSavior : won't say I know the feeling cuz I dont. >

< Imagenius : lol becuz right youre so popular >

< TheSavior : at least i hav friends outside a lame chat bruh >

< Imagenius : bruh >

< Abeautifulwomen : guys I do to. >

< Imagenius : as if a man who claims to be a girl could. Anyway Sav can you send us another pic of this cute roommate of yours ? Pretty please ? >

< Abeautifulwomen : Same. But hey Ima are ya gay ? >

< Imagenius : Joker ? >

< TheSavior : need 2g. I'll turn the chat off. I don't hav any another pic >

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* Imagenius is offline *

* TheSavior is offline *

Nick sighed and looked at the clock. Almost midnight. Nice. I can still play. He slowly stood up and headed to the kitchen. First of all, he needed supplies. The raven-haired boy opened the fridge and grabbed a slice of pie and a beer. Two beers. He knew Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey had cooked it for Liam but whatever. His friend wouldn't mind. Nick came back to his room and turned his console on. A sligh whine came from his roommate's bedroom. Nate was having a nightmare again, he guessed. It was happening every other day. Not like if I could just ask what's wrong. If he doesn't talk to Liam, he won't talk to me. The lad drank his beer and started to play. He was good at it at least. He finished the level rather quickly, only to notice he had already ate the pie and emptied the beers. Again, he stood up and headed to the kitchen. Not that he was hungry, but he liked to play while chewing something. This time, he opted for ice cream. And beer of course. Then, he took his playing up again. One hour later, he was done with two more level. And he had devoured the ice cream. So once more, he stood up and headed to the kitchen. No wonder I'm fat. He put his snacks on the counter and patted his belly. When he had entered college he had been a twig. But the sudden freedom allowed him to indulge without his parents constant nagging. Maybe he had enjoyed it a bit too much. When he had come back at home for the christmas holidays they weren't very happy about his changes. Himself had been surprised to discover he had already hit the freshman 15. Now this limit was beyond him. I checked when we came back from France. I weight 89 kg (196 pounds) now. Almost 200. Nick shrugged. He didn't really care. He took his snack and continued to play.

The next morning, he got ready quickly. Unlike Liam, he wasn't dozy on the morning. Well, Liam was dozy all the time so bad comparison. They left together for the first lecture. When they arrived, the first thing Nick noticed was Barbara. The girl hated him for some absurd reason. She was so obnoxious. Then, he glimpsed Rebecca. Another one he couldn't understand at all.

"And to think I've been interested in her..." he mumbled.

Liam didn't hear him. That was the good thing with this dude. I could've been screaming, he wouldn't notice. They joined Colton who greeted them warmly. Nick turned on his gameboy but he wasn't paying attention to the screen. He knew the game by heart since middleschool anyway. Instead, he looked at his friends. He often did that without them noticing. Everyone assumed he was just another nerd but he was an observant nerd. Their trip in France had took a toll on Liam waistline aswell. If I'm looking closely enough, I'm sure even Colton's ever slim frame must've softened a bit. Nick was pretty sure this one would lost it in one day or two. As for his dreamy roommate... I think he will keep it on purpose. He seems to like it. Well, both of them were handsome anyway. The raven-haired boy didn't have this luck. He heard someone laugh behind him. The person whispered something about pokemon being a lame game. Another talked about his little bathing in the Seine. Not a day I want to remember. Seriously, classes were so boring...

Noon eventually came. Nick hit the buffet of the cafeteria like a ravenous beast. He needed his daily amount of junkfood to functiun properly.

"What do you think about the math assignment ?" asked Colton. "Shall we work on it tonight ?"

"I finished it already." he revealed. "But I'm sure Liam would be glad to do it with you."

Of course, his roommate wasn't listening. He was looking away while munching on home-made cookies. And new thing, he was crooning. I know some very weird people but they can't hold a candle to him. Nick discreetly kicked him under the table.

"Uh... What ?"

"Welcome back to earth." he said. "Colton wanted to ask you something."

Nick didn't listen to their conservation. He had glimpsed Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey in the crowd. Another strange dude. Since I came here, I met too many real character. He looks pissed. I mean, more than usual. He was talking to a girl. Well, probably insulting the girl to be fair.

"... Swimming tonight ?"

The raven-haired lad turned his attention towards Colton.

"No thanks." he replied when he had guessed the question. "I'm not very... at ease when there are so many people watching me."

His friend smiled.

"Of course."

* TheSavior is online *

* Abeautifulwomen is online *

* Imagenius is online *

< Imagenius : yo ! Day was booooring. How was yours ? >

< TheSavior : Same as usual. Couldn't wait to be back in my flat >

< Abeautifulwomen : Mine was fine. I don't actually leav my flat. Lucky me ! >

< Imagenius : Btw guys there is something up in my college. I heard ppl sayin a big hunt started. Don't know what that meant but they were very excited. Apparently, the prey is one of a kind ! >

< Abeautifulwomen : Funny. Do you think they hunt human ? >

< TheSavior : I'm sure they're talkin abut a treasure hunt or smthg. We shuld play. >

< Imagenius : Nah Sav it was about a real person. They want him but idk why. Maybe he did something wrong. Beauty yu didnt hear anythg from your boss friend ? >

< Abeautifulwomen : He doesnt control every college in the country duh. Last time he called he was very very very very very angry :3 I got a dick pick thanks to that ! >

< Imagenius : You really are gay. >

< Abeautifulwomen : I told yu im a girl >

< TheSavior : Come play and stop the chichat. Wdc abut a fke hunt nor ur fke dick pick >

< Imagenius : Aye sir >

< Abeautifulwomen : Aye sir >

To be continued

Tadaa. Something is going on in the community, but what could it be ?! I can only tell you Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey will have a lot of work to do. Liam is in a happy bubble, but you know me, it won’t last long.

And welcome Nick. He has been a steady presence in the background since the beginning, so he earned his own pov. He’s on a group chat with two other people... Maybe you’ll be able to guess who they are ;)

#the college society #cs #Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey #Liam #Nick #weight gain #stuffing #mention of beer #A lot of food #Some strangers #What is happening ?#Chapter 4 #Part 1

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mendesnecessary · 5 years

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A real-life fairytale - Shawn Mendes one shot

A/N: Here am I after so long hihihi hope you guys like it, soon I’ll be releasing some of my drafts (there are a lot) and yeah, that’s it. If you like please reblog and give the heart on the post ❤️

Summary: Y/n and Shawn are attending the same event and finally they get to know each other properly, even if to the children they are Ariel and Eric.

Word count: 1.919

Fame and charity were two things that they had in common at first.

Fame because Shawn was a singer and y/n an actress.

Charity because they both loved to give their money to help others.

And their good hearts are the reason why there are a lot of famous people walking around the orphanage that night. The two biggest donations coming from both of them.

Y/n smooths her green and purple dress taking a deep breath once the car stops in the entrance of the event. Some cameras ready to take the best or worsts shots from her first appearance after one whole week away. A week that she took to enjoy her family and close friends after a long time filming a new movie. Safe to say that the audience was crazy about the new piece.

Once her long hells click in the ground the flashes took place.

"y/n, is it true that you and Nick Robinson are going to end as a couple in the new movie?”

“How is your relationship with him off the cameras?”

“Turn around!”

She takes a deep breath once again, stopping at the red carpet and smiling to the sea of people trying to take some shots and details of her dress and makeup. No worries about how she was felling, only trying to sell the image.

“Are you excited to the fans reaction?”

“Here, y/n, look at here!!”

“Can you describe it with one word?!”

She waves, wanting to get out of the carpet like never before. Y/n only needed to see some of the children she was helping, hear their laughs and be put inside the bubble of peace and love that was so normal around people with a simple life.

And no, don’t get her wrong. Y/n loves who she is, the role she plays and the people she is able to meet, but with all the fame the things that seem so simple suddenly become so far out of reach. She only wishes they could see that underneath there’s an ordinary girl.

Her manager points to the bottom of the carpet where a reporter waited for her waving sympathetically. Y/n turned around to show better her dress just like everyone was expecting and then walked to the interview.

“Look who we got here!!!” Montana, a reporter that every once in a while used to interview y/n greeted her. “You look amazing tonight”

“Awe, thank you” a small and shy smile made the way to y/n’s lips.

“So, first things first. How are you feeling knowing that you were one of the biggest donations of the night?”

“Complete. Really, help others whenever you can is one of the things that renew your soul.”

“What about the performances of tonight?”

“I read that the Jonas Brothers are going to sing, that’s the only thing that matters for my old-Disney-addicted-heart.” she jokes and Montana lets a laugh scapes. "Also, I’m excited to watch Alessia Cara.”

“Now, going the movie scene, what should we expect for the new work that you’ve been working?”

“A lot. We finished this month and even knowing about everything I was emotional at the end.”

“So you guys heard, don’t forget to go to the movie theater with your tissue” the reporter turned to the cameraman winking to the audience.

The almost calm sea of photographers started to make noise again, catching the attention of Montana and y/n.

“Oh, prince charming just arrived”

“And by prince charming, she means Shawn Mendes” y/n explains to the camera giving it a thumb up and holding back a giggle.

“A real-life prince and I really mean it. Are you two friends?” Montana asks turning back to y/n.

“We never really talked, but he’s a great singer.”

“BBC news is uniting you two, the perfect scenario,” she speaks before calling out Shawn’s name.

“Hey, Montana” Shawn greets her with a big smile and does the same to y/n taking his time to appreciate her pretty face.

“We got here two of the biggest donations of the night. How are you feeling about today, Shawn?” She starts at the camera but turns to the singer at the end.

“I’m really glad I can help, that’s the perfect thing to do after ending a world tour, somehow relaxes the mind. I don’t know how to put into words, but yeah...that’s it”

“Now, going to the topic of friendship. Do you and y/n know each other?!”

“Unfortunately, we don’t” he is fast to answer and look at her with something you could tell as a shy smile. “I mean, I know her but she doesn’t know me” he jokes.

“What do you mean?” Montana gives him a curious look.

“I follow her, she doesn’t follow me”

“Wow, that’s cruel, Y/n!”

“What?! But I do follow him on Spotify” y/n arches her eyebrows.

“Y/n, you can’t flirt in the Spotify app, go follow him on Instagram!” Montana spills and suddenly y/n’s cheeks are getting a new color.

Shawn laughs clapping his hand surprised about the guts in Montana to throw them at each other in front of a live interview.

“Our time is off, now you two go take some pics together and if the flirt thing works don’t forget to thanks us!”

Y/n and Montana exchange kisses in each other cheeks and Shawn wave politely before looking at y/n. They both head to the middle of the red carpet again, this time side by side. Shawn holds her middle and she puts her hand in his chest looking for stability. Both smiling wide to the cameras and ignoring all the questions about a date.

“How are you feeling after filming that blast of a movie?” Shawn asks while they walking inside the event leaving all the mess behind.

“You saw the trailer?! I almost got an injury behind the scenes and the whole story...damn I knew everything but still, in the end, I was emotional as fuck.” She confesses. You could feel the true and the excitement in her voice. Shawn was fast to notice how pure was her love with the job.

“I saw it of course! Can’t wait to watch it in the movie theater. Thank god I’m home from tour and can get prepared to be the first in the room, so that way I can’t get spoilers.”

Y/n giggles.

“Oh, I was just going to tell you about the part when my ch...”

His eyes go wide and y/n stops herself to laugh with the scene.

“Chill out, rock star, not gonna spoil” she bumps into him.

“We should watch it together”

“Are you inviting me to a date that includes watching myself in the movie theater?”

He couldn’t tell if she was joking or about to say no to him, but once his cheeks started to burn y/n giggles.

“Hell yeah, I’m in, but I thought we were going to flirt on Instagram first” her innocent smile catches her lips and before Shawn could answer something properly his manager showed up.

“There you are, let’s go, you’re performing now”

“Go, rock star”

Two famous models that y/n didn’t remember the name was opening the event, telling about how important the donations were and how happy the children got once they knew that their foster house was going to get reformed and they were meeting their idols. Once the speech is over Shawn walks in the stage, there are colorful balloons everywhere and he just gots all of her attention, not because he was wearing a simple button up white shirt, but because he was captivating...and well...he was staring at her once in a while.

He sang two of three songs that got the kids and all the adults singing along and doing some dance moves before he ends up and call out the Jonas Brothers. They two danced some teenage years songs and even the new ones, and it was like that till the performances were over and the event take roll.

Shawn and y/n were sitting in the ground playing with two little toddlers and their caregiver that had a huge smile on her face, he could tell that she was probably a fan of y/n.

He was thinking about more things to talk with her once they get to be alone again, but a girl walking closer got his attention.

“Hey there” Shawn smiles encouraging her to keep walking since her steps were somehow able to tell how shy she was.

Once close enough she studies his face with wide eyes. Y/n got caught by the situation in front of her and watches.

“Oh my god, you are prince Eric, aren’t you?” she asks before another girl appears by her side.

“He got those things in the eyes, so it gots brown and we can’t discover that he is the real Eric.”

Shawn holds back a giggle realizing they talking about contact lenses.

“And she is Ariel! She’s Ariel, guys!!!” It’s time to a boy approaches pointing to y/n.

“How are you breathing outside the sea?” the first girl asks curiously.

“Lena, haven’t you watched the full movie?! She got the kiss from the prince and become human and stuff” this one appears to have probably seven or eight years.

Y/n and Shawn exchange glances with each other, almost silence talking about what to do. Should they pretend to be a Disney couple and keep the flame inside the kid's heart, or should they tell them the truth?!

The caregiver glances at the couple, holding one of the toddles and deciding that she could give them a lead of what would be good to the kids.

“Ariel” She called and y/n instinctively looked.

“SEE!!!!” One of the girls almost screamed. “She looked, she’s Ariel!”

The caregiver nods and y/n giggles deciding to get into the real-life fairy tale.

“Can I touch your hair?” the second girl asks approaching y/n with her hands stretched.

“Of course, come here” she calls and the girl gives her a big smile sitting by her side, ignoring all the toys and focusing her attention in y/n’s red hair. She had the new color because of the movie and somehow she thought it went good, not wanting to go back to the natural strands once it was finished.

Shawn notices that even her clothes were somehow remembering of the little mermaid. The green and purple dress just like the green tale of the little mermaid doll in one of the girl's hand.

“Prince Eric, can you take us to meet the castle?!”

“Yeah! A tea party with the other princesses. Call Belle and Adam, she’s my second favorite after Ariel and I don’t fear the beast anymore!!!”

Shawn laughs giving the children a nod.

That’s how their night at the foster house goes: pretending to be a Disney couple and nothing in the world could pay the glow in the kids’ eyes.

“So you’re a great actor too for what I could see this night” y/n starts while they wait for her driver in the back exit of the orphanage.

“You thought I was acting?! Well, I am pretty sure I’m your real-life prince, madam.”

She laughs at his cheese talk.

“I’ll see you around, Eric”

“I hope so, Ariel” he kisses her cheeks and closes the car door.

Later that night his cellphone buzzes informing new interactions on Instagram. Y/n had followed him and sent a DM.

“You know, like Montana said it is easier to flirt if I follow you back”

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cacophony-eg · 5 years

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Half-Breeds

(inspired by @uraraaaaaaan’s fantasy AU kidge pic. https://uraraaaaaaan.tumblr.com/post/183705938537/can-i-see-keith-as-a-half-dragon-and-pidge-as-a ) Being a half dragon was a lonely life. Feared by humans, ostracize by dragons, most small magic based creatures scurried away from him. His father died many years ago, and he never knew his mother apart from the stories his father had told him. Thank goodness his father had taught him how to fend for himself since a young age or Keith doubt he would have survived those harsh years after his father's death. He could feed and shelter himself, the forest had everything he needs to survive and few creatures or humans could match him in a fight. The only thing he didn’t learn was how to mend himself, relying on his thick skin and dragons scales to prevent most injuries and if something had managed to break his skin it would often heal within a day, two at the very most. This ignorance eventually led to his current predicament. Keith had fought a chimera three days ago, it’s snake tail had managed to bite Keith on his side; just below the ribs. The bite had not gotten better in the past three days, instead, it had only gotten worst; the purple that once only surrounded the puncture marks had now spread halfway over his stomach and starting to head up towards his chest. He reluctantly had to admit; he needed help or death could be on his door. He had recalled hearing rumours, whispers in the forest from creatures and human that passed through about a half-elf that lived on the west side of these woods. One that was a healer, with talent like few others for potions. Though he shouldn’t trust the person that most likely gave potions to the adventures that tried to fight him; like some kind of proving ground for their skills…. Even so, he didn’t have many other choices, there was a chance a half elve would help him and there was no chance, any human healer would help me... That was if he managed to make it into a village without being attacked. So with the bare essentials and a hooded cloak over his regular clothes to hide his horns. Keith travelled to the west edge of the forest, slower than he would have liked but the poison was taking its effect, slowing down his body. Keith assumed he found his destination when he came across a wooden cottage, with a roof covered, and growing more plants than he could name. Dusk was beginning to settle and the fireflies began to wake and glow, flowing around the house. Keith assuming they were drawn by one of the many plants growing on the roof. With a deep breath and some hesitation, he approached the cottage, knocking his glove-covered hands against the door. “Comming” Called a female voice from inside the building, Keith raised a brow listening to the footsteps, they sounded much too light, either the half-elf was agile on her feet or… The door creaked open, Keith finding himself needing to look downwards as the half-elf barely reached his chest. It was strange since usually half-elves and elves, in general, were known to be fairly tall. Her hair and eyes were a soft honey brown, when most half-elves; at least the ones that tried to fight him, usually had pale coloured hair and eyes that were some kind of shade of purple or blue. Though she could have gotten her height and colouring from her human parent, as she still had the ever-present pointed ears of an elf. “Hi do you need healing or are you lost?” the little half-elf asked. “Healing” Keith answered his left-hand instinctively covering his injured side at the question. She softly smiled and opened the door all the way for him. “Than come on in and let's take a look” she replied, turning her back towards him ushering him in with a wave of her hand as she wandered further into her home. Keith freezing as he saw glimmering shinning wings on her back; covered in some kind of thin fog. The fog was probably caused by some kind of glamour she used to hide her wings. If it wasn’t for his dragon eyes they probably would have been hidden from him as well. Suddenly her height made sense, this small woman was a fairy or part fairy, not an elf. Keith almost decided to run at the sight, Fairies were tricksters, with maleficent tendencies when the mood struck them, and given their emotional nature, it was said that could happen at a drop of a hat. The throb of his injury the only thing grounding him from running and choosing to take a step into the fairy’s home. There was a soft gentle light that illuminated the place, the source seemed to be bottles filled with some kind of glowing liquid, hanging from the roof. It was much nicer, steadier light than using candles or a fireplace for light. As much as, fire was a necessity for his survival he wasn’t particularly fond of flames. The place was a mix of neat and messy, there wasn’t a speck of dirt or dust anywhere he could see, but the shelves looked stuff to the brim, with mismatch bottles and other nick-nakes he couldn’t name. “Please close the door behind you” she requested, as she placed a new sheet over her examination table. Keith gently shut the door behind him, before gradually approaching her. Wanting help but also preparing himself for some kind of trick. “You can take your clock off if you want” she offered “you don’t have to hide what you are here” “But you do?” he questioned back. She paused for a moment looking puzzled before realization flash in her eyes “oh you can see my wings” she concluded. Keith simply nodded in return. “Sorry I deal with a lot of humans, it’s easier pretending to be a half-elf than deal with their paranoia” she explained her wings fluttering a few times brushing away the fog before dropping back down and resting flat against her back once again. “Humans always seem to think I’ll steal their children or curse them at any given moment” she sighed. Keith feeling guilty for having similar assumptions, he had his fair share of peoples prejudiced and paranoia. He still didn’t trust her, but he didn’t truly trust anyone. Keith returning her open gesture by taking off his cloak, revealing his horns, and his eyes becoming more visible as well. She smiled up at him and patted the examination table next to her, Keith taking a seat. “How can I help you today?” she asked with a smile, the fairy almost a head shorter than him even while sitting down. Keith undid his top, pulling it off to the side, revealing his injury. The Fairy’s happy demeanour quickly shifted to a much more serious one, as her eyes scanned over the injury, her glasses reflecting off the light in the room as she leaned in to get a closer look at the bite mark. “Bite from a Chimera’s tail?” she questioned. “Yes” Her replied. “How long ago?” the fairy asked her small fingers gently grazing over the purple tint of his skin that surrounds the bite. “About three days” he answered. “Dragon blood or not you’re lucky to be alive, but I have just the remedy for this,” she said with a nod, Keith not sure if she was talking to herself or to him. As she wandered away and towards her supplies. The Fairy using her wings to hover up to one of the higher shelves as she gathered a few different supplies. Keith wondering if had to climb those shelves when she had human patients. She gathered what she needed and quickly returned to him, her small hands were gentle and nimble as they worked to clean the area around the bite, before dipping a needle into some kind of green liquid, then proceeding to poke serval spots along his purple tinted skin. There was only slight discomfort but it surprised Keith that the needle was able to break his skin at all. “The needle is made out of dragon claw, and don’t worry it was a chip off. The dragon was never harmed,” she replied to his unspoken question. Cleaning and drying her hands, before smearing some kind of cream over his skin and injury, washing her hands again then finally wrapping it all up in bandages that wrapped tightly around his torso. “There that should do it for now” the fairy nodded moving to wash her hands one more time. Keith was halfway through putting his shirt back on when the fairy suddenly grabbed his arm. “Woah~” she awed in amazement looking over a patch of scales along his upper right arm. She probably didn’t notice them before too focused on the injury and the task at hand. “I’ve never seen Dragon scales in person before, they're so vibrate and pretty.” Keith feeling a blush creeping onto his cheeks at her words, he had heard many words to describe his appearance especially ones that showcased his dragon heritage. ‘Pretty’ had never been one of them. Her small fingers gently running over the surface of his scales “their so smooth as well” she added with wonder. Keith felt a warm shiver run up his spine at her touch, forcing a little uncomfortable cough out of his throat as he tried to fight back the growing blush on his cheeks. The small fairy suddenly realized what she was doing then and quickly retracted her hands. “Sorry, I’ve only ever read about dragons before your the first one I’ve actually met” she explained bashfully, embarrassed for her actions. “It’s alright” Keith assured surprised she was so calm around him if he really was her first dragon. Keith shrugging the rest of his coat back onto to him. “Anyways” the fairy began, trying to change the subject. “You should probably stay the night, just so I can make sure your healing properly in the morning” She replied shifting back into doctor mode “I have a few beds in the next room for patients” she explained, while cleaning up her supplies and other tools. Keith nodded in agreement glancing outside, the sun had long since set and the night only brought out more danger in the forest. “I will, thank you-” he paused, realizing he didn’t know the little fairies name. “You can call me Pidge” she replied putting the last of her things away. “Thank you, Pidge” he nodded “my name’s -” Keith was suddenly stunned silent, the little fairy magically flashing in front of him, pressing a single finger against his lips. “Never tell a Fairy your real name, it’s dangerous” she warned, with a soft almost sad smile, “just give me a nickname” Pidge suggested as she slowly pulled her finger away from his mouth. “I… I don’t have any nicknames” Keith confessed, his father only called him Keith or son, and he never had any other kind of positive interactions with others to gain a nickname he wished to repeat. “Than how about I call you Red?” Pidge suggested. “That works for me” Keith replied with a small smile and a nod. Though a part of him couldn’t help but wonder why telling a Fairy your real name was so dangerous, he had never heard anything like that before. Or why Pidge had such a sad far off look in her honey brown eyes as she warned him. Can also be read on: Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18249998 FF.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13245175/1/Half-Breeds

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princessconsuelapark · 5 years

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Any updates on the drama?? Love the blog by the way!!

Oh my god, hello, of course, yes. Thanks for appreciating last week's drama update ❤️ and before we get back into it, I'd just like to once again reiterate that these people are actual professional athletes, who play tennis for a living. Just so we're clear on that.

- Stefanos continues to be out of this world dramatic on social media: he's been on an ig follow spree of people that he's already unfollowed several times before (Naomi, Shapo, Felix, etc.) and notably Verdasco (whom Nick is very passionate about hating 👀) He still hasn't unfollowed Andrey yet by the way, but watch him do it after losing against him in R1 on Tuesday 🙈

- he deadarse also shared a picture of a full-on handwritten essay loaded with vague philosophical nonsense (how on earth does he have time for this, like don't you have a grand slam to prepare for or something Stef ??) and he's been captioning random pictures of himself playing tennis with shit like "There are far better things ahead than the ones we leave behind." As you do.

- at some point he was also trying to make Tsitsishvili happen for a good minute, but we all just collectively ignored him

- after posting that Laver Cup promo pic on his stories in which he tagged everyone and their mother except for Fabio, Domi decided to post it again, this time with the caption "now with @fabiofogna" and a bunch of heart-eye emojis, then Fabio reposted that saying: "Finally 🤪" so make of that what you will. Stefanos's brother was very smug about it on twitter though (@ Petros can you please play peacemaker between Nick and your brother if you have a minute)

- as usual, people who have only watched one tennis match in their entire lives have been resurfacing for the USO and attending practices, and every single one of them is absolutely convinced that Sascha and Stefanos are the same person; it's my favourite thing in the whole world literally ever, keep the jokes and memes coming everyone (as of today Sascha's officially on twitter, so @ him in a few while you're at it 😂)

- Roger claimed, this is 'the best he's felt in years coming into the US Open' for like the 56th year in a row. Do we believe him this time? With the kind of draw he has... Maybeee 🤷???

- Grigor has been hanging out with Serena a bit, practicing and whatnot, but I really don't feel mentally strong enough to even touch that, so we'll be swiftly moving on

- Benoit - in true Benoit style - produced a 16 60 60 scoreline against Steve Johnson at the Winston-Salem semifinals; some truly glorious stuff

- Rafa just about groped Roger in greeting on a US Open practice court then decided to hang about and watch him hit; the fact that they are disgustingly in love is nothing new of course, but then a day later we got a video of him bumping into Novak courtside in which he barely even condescends to stand up to shake his hand, so that was a thing

- speaking of Fedal: baby news! They named their 22-year-old newly-adopted little boy Alexander, who's happy and healthy, still bitchawful at tennis, but at least freshly shaven

- seriously though, Sascha's now officially with Roger's management, TEAM8, where he'll be personally looked after (!!!) by one Tony Godsick: I'm telling you, the adoption is official, they signed the papers!

- it's not just Roger parenting the little terror though, and thank god for televised practice sessions, because Rafa is apparently relatively okay with him throwing (!!) rackets (!!!) onto other courts (!!!) when things don't go his way and also encourages him when once in a decade he decides to go to the net for something other than a handshake; in other words, I might get 'BRAVO SASCHA' tattooed on my face

- most crucially though, we found out what kind of Barilla pasta Roger thinks best describes him and it's Rigatoni; I have no clue how I managed to survive without this information before

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hoodmara · 6 years

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Here Pt.2

Well, we out here writing this part two. The main girl’s name is Elizabeth, but she just gonna be called Eli for short. K lets just jump into this aight cool

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Eli’s POV

One thing I loved about the prettymuch guys was that their parties were unforgettable. They were never overdone, only consisting of some cool lighting, Brandon’s speakers, and a bunch of half empty alcohol bottles that were saved from the last rager they threw. They would invite everyone they knew, and because of their title as epic party throwers, the house was packed.

“Are you really daydreaming right now?” Austin yelled into my ear. I jumped at the booming sound of his voice, shoving him away gently.

“You do not have to yell in my fucking ear, I’m right next to you” I yelled back. He laughed and moved to where his arm was around my shoulders.

“The music in here is loud as shit and I know that when you get lost in your own thoughts, you get stuck there, so I had to make sure that I got your attention to point out the obvious” Austin’s smirk was evident in his words as he gestured towards the scene I was trying to ignore.

After two months, Nick had finally moved on from his two year relationship with Alexys and is currently flourishing in his newfound position as the group’s hoe. His hoe phase was exactly what I expected it to be. Every weekend and bit of free time that the guys had, Nick would be out with another girl. As of now, he was grinding on some chick in a short spaghetti strap dress and a lace front that was starting to lift.

“Should I go and pull shorty’s wig down? She’s cute and I don’t want her to get caught slipping” I said, leaning into Austin’s arm. He pinched some skin on my arms and I let out a squeal of pain, slapping his chest for emphasis.

“Don’t be shady! That could be you”

“I’m not being shady, and I definitely don’t want that to be me, thanks but no thanks” I rolled my eyes at Austin’s clear attempt at trying to make me admit my feelings. He already knew what I thought about it, but he still tried his hardest to get me to tell Nick how I felt.

“Oh thank god, she fixed it. I was hoping nick wouldn’t get wild and pull on that shit or something” I said, trying to divert the attention away from me. I nodded towards Nick and the girl again, just watching them move. I could feel Austin’s eyes burning a hole in the side of my head, so i just kept looking straight.

“Alright, I’m going to get another beer, do you want anything? Alcohol? Maybe it’ll give you the courage to actually say what’s on your mind” Austin said, pulling his arm from around my shoulder. I shoved him again, and shook my head.

“I’m getting real tired of your snarky comments, but if you’re asking, i would love you if you got me a vodka cranberry” I smiled sweetly, making him roll his eyes and salute back. Austin walked away, leaving me to get lost in my thoughts again.

I kept watching nick with that girl and my blood was starting to boil. I’m not usually a jealous person, but the way he was feeling on her hips and whispering in her ear made me want to light the house on fire with everyone in it.

“Jesus Eli, get a grip” I said audibly, running my hands through my braids. I looked around for some kind of stability and saw an empty seat on the couch. I sat and let my head fall back into the cushions. I felt like I was looking up at the ceiling for days until I felt the seat next to me sink down. I looked over, surprised not to be met with Austin’s brown eyes.

“You look like you’re going through it” Edwin said, patting my knee as he leaned back too. We both let our heads hit the cushions.

“Eddie, having feelings is straight ass” I said sadly, making him laugh. I groaned and threw my hands over my face, falling into his shoulder right after.

“You’re telling me, I called Tiff six times today, because we got in a fight last night and you know how many times she picked up?”

“How many?”

“Twice. And you know what she said both times? I’m not even gonna make you guess, because the shit that she said was outlandish. She actually said to me over the phone ‘are you sorry yet? Because if you’re not sorry, stop calling me’. We got in a fight because she was wearing my clothes, Elizabeth, what the fuck do I have to be sorry about?” Edwin was so expressive with the way he spoke, for a moment I forgot about my stupid ass problems and focused on his. I laughed at his response and turned so I could face him.

“She just wants to be close to you! What was she wearing, your fendi tracksuit? Or wait, was it the Gucci shirt? Or better yet, your other Gucci shirt?” I asked jokingly, making Edwin laugh loudly.

“I get it! I’m a whore for designer clothes, but can you blame me? It’s a part of my job description to look icy at all times. But I get you, I have been gone for, like, two months. She did say she missed my scent, which kind of weirded me out, but I was also flattered”

“See? She knows you won’t always be there, so she steals some clothes. Just tell her to send you pics when she’s wearing your stuff, just so you know what she stole”

“Eh, you right. She is a thief, but she’s my little thief”

“Oh god, that was corny, just go call your girl” I cringed, shooing him away. He laughed and rose from his spot on the couch, heading towards the backyard for some silence.

I was alone again, but I was just taking in the sights and sounds of the party now. There were at least 80 people in the house, bodies were grinding everywhere. I could see in the corner that there was a dance circle going on, Brandon and my roommates, Kai and Gabi, were on the inside. That was no surprise to me, seeing as when we were all together, it was always a night to remember. Looking over the room, I noticed that Nick and his friend were nowhere to be found. It’s probably best that way, because if I saw him put his hands anywhere else on her body, I might have just ripped them off. Getting up from my spot on the couch, I smoothed down the wrinkles in my cargo pants and adjusted my crop top, so I looked put together again. I headed towards the kitchen, looking for a certain blonde haired boy. I spotted him leaning against the refrigerator talking to Zion and Diamond. He looked up from his conversation to see me enter the kitchen, smiling and signaling me to walk over to where he was. I pushed through the crowd of sweaty bodies to get there, once reaching it, I leaned up against his chest.

“I think this is a fire hazard, AP. There are too many people in this bitch” I groaned, turning my back to his chest. Austin handed me a red solo cup and placed his chin on top of my head, chuckling at my comment. I could feel the vibrations from his laugh throughout my body, which made me laugh too.

“Y’all are so cute together, I just can’t” Diamond rolled her eyes, looking between Austin and I.

“Oh girl please, this boy is a child, I don’t do babysitting” I smirked, taking a sip out of my cup. Austin wrapped his arms around me and squeezed tightly, making me squeal at the pressure.

“Girl, you couldn’t handle me, that’s the real reason” Austin replied, making me laugh loudly. I pushed his arms away and turned so I was facing him. I leaned against the counter and looked around the small kitchen, taking in it all. I had been spending so much time caught up on nick and his hoe activity, I didn’t even realize that all my closest friends were together and having a great time. At least, that’s what I was thinking about before my eyes set on what I never expected.

I saw nick, in the corner with the same girl from before. She was kissing and biting on his neck like a madwoman. But the worst thing was that nick wasn’t focused on homegirl eating his neck. His eyes were on me, and he looked pissed.

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So I’m in a mood, so I’m just gonna post this and then go straight into writing part 3. I have too much that I want to write I just gotta find a way to fit it all together.

#nick mara #austin porter #edwin honoret #brandon arreaga #zion kuwonu #prettymuch #prettymuch writings #i wrote this so quick #its gonna get a little wild in part three #i feel like you can tell where this js gonna go easily but ill try to throw in some plot twists somehow #here ss

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qqueenofhades · 6 years

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I was (?) a Lyatt shipper who loved Flynn since S1 bc I love a good bad boy. I've been sympathetic to him since the 70s (ha!) when we found out about his wife and kid being murdered. So I found your blog and was loving all the Flynn stuff but I wasn't into Garcy. Thought "ew"--isn't he more like cool young uncle material for her? Fast forward to today and I have read every Garcy ff you have written and have fallen completely into the trash can. I know you prob hear this a lot lately...(1)

(2) but I wanted to thank you so much for writing The Tangled Web of Fate. What a masterpiece! You make the storyline in the same tone as canon somehow. You really have Flynn’s emotions and voice down pat. So good. Makes me believe in Garcy. In fact, makes me want Jessica and Logan to figure out their crap and that way everyone can be happy bc at this point I don’t want Jessica to be unhappy or go away either. Anyway, I went from Garcy sounds gross to GIVE ME MORE. So thanks?

(3) sorry. I feel panicked that we are running out of time (unoriginal pun) and might only get 5 more episodes and Flynn won’t get the full character development and happy ending he deserves. If it were up to you, would you give him a redemption arc and a happy ending or would you keep him as garbage boss? Also, dude is a full head taller than the industrial fridge in the bunker and they need to find a couch he can be comfy in. He looks like a giant living in a tiny house. My poor baby.

Ahaha. This delights me to no end, ngl. My powers are groooowing. And you have given me a lot to talk about here, so thanks. :)

Honestly, the people insisting on reading Garcy as familial/platonic/theorizing that Flynn is somehow Lucy’s son/they’re otherwise related are… very confusing to me? To say the least. Though to be totally frank, it’s often clearly by people who have an agenda in discrediting Garcy as a viable alternative to Lyatt (which they… probably don’t need to do, I mean for better or worse, the writers have made their preference/narrative direction clear. Alas). I obviously have no problem with people shipping whatever they want in whatever way they do, but… yeah, Garcy’s vibe ain’t platonic or familial (and if for some wild reason they DID end up Magically Related, like Flynn was somehow Lucy’s long-lost brother from an alternate universe or whatever, I wouldn’t stop shipping it, or even writing smut for it. I’d be like, “well writers, you got yourself into this with this far-fetched and illogical forced plot twist that does not fit with anything that has been written or acted beforehand, so I’m going to just go for Time Traveling Flowers in the Attic. Ooops?”) I’ve had plenty of posts with the way Flynn looks at/acts around Lucy (just saying, if my uncle looked at me like that, I would make sure never to be alone with him at family events) and the way she’s started to look back at him. And Goran Visnjic has straight up said that Flynn is “infatuated” with Lucy and we’ve had a lot of teasing about “does Flynn have a thing for Lucy” re: 2x06 that makes me wonder if we’re going to get some kind of more explicit confirmation of the way he feels about her. Goran has also encouraged us to read between the lines, so people can want it to be just a friendship (because they prefer another romantic partner for Lucy, and again, that’s fine, whatever) but he’s consciously acting it as a pretty romantic fascination. So yes. We aren’t just making that up.

Also, just saying, we KNOW who Flynn’s mom is, she’s a named and identified character, she appeared in an episode, Rittenhouse was originally sending Rufus, Lucy, and Assassin Goon to kill her in 1x15 with the aim of erasing Flynn from history. So “Flynn is Lucy’s son” is just… did you guys not notice Maria Thompkins? Who was awesome and I love her? Besides, if Flynn was Lucy’s son, she wouldn’t NEED time travel to meet him, and we know the journal is connected to new time tech (traveling on your own timeline). He couldn’t be anything less than her grandson and that would still be ludicrously complicated, as it would require Lucy to have Maria at some point while traveling in the past, then… straight up abandon her, then go back to her own timeline, then wait for Flynn to grow up, then travel back to meet him…. etc. It’s a mess. We know Flynn’s parents’ names (Asher Flynn and Maria Thompkins); hell, we know more about his family than we do about Wyatt’s. Why is no one theorizing that Wyatt is secretly Flynn and Lucy’s son? (I kid, I kid. But still. It makes about as much sense, if not more, which is to say it doesn’t.)

Anyway yes, I always felt like that was a pretty transparent attempt to make Garcy a non-romantic option in order to remove it as a shipper threat, but that doesn’t mean people can’t ship it as a friendship/brotp. I’m just saying, however, that it has been (at least certainly on Flynn/Goran’s end) played as a romantic thing, even if latent and unspoken and complicated. (Also, he went really quickly for the “honey…” and “what my wife failed to mention” lines in 1x11 and 2x04, so even if Flynn won’t admit it, he instinctively sees Lucy in some way as his wife.) So yes. Making them related would be a COMPLETELY illogical stretch, but… if they did that, yeah, I’d probably still ship it. (Shrug emoji.) Because I would recognize that the council had made a decision, but given as it was a stupid-ass decision, would elect to ignore it. (Insert Nick Fury gif here.)

Next, I am obviously glad that you are enjoying my fic and it has converted you to one of us. I started writing the Wyatt/Jessica stuff before she arrived back on the show and am rather pleased with how nicely it fits. Wyatt in canon needs a serious reality check, which I am hoping he gets. I obviously forgave Flynn for being a total fuckup and hurting everyone, I am absolutely willing to do the same for Wyatt, but he needs to have the “well shit I’ve been a selfish ass and am going to substantively make up for it” moment first. I hope the big finale moment is him finally owning up to his dickish behavior and putting everyone else first and otherwise reversing course. Because yeah. I’m judging.

Lastly, I WORRY ALL THE TIME ABOUT US GETTING CANCELLED AFTER THIS SEASON BECAUSE IT WOULD BE A TRAVESTY. A TRAVESTY. The short season has always hurt us narratively, though of course it’s great to get it, but then to cut it off there with no more space at all… god. It gives me the shudders just to think about. And one of the reasons is yes, give me my full redeemed-antihero Garcia Flynn redemption arc. Goran has talked a lot about how we’re seeing more of his real nature this season, and just yes. We saw throughout season 1 that Flynn hated to do a lot of what he was doing, but he did it anyway in the larger purpose of bringing down Rittenhouse (and nobody has yet acknowledged that he was right all along about them…we need more conversations/authentic character moments, guys, NOT SOAPY RELATIONSHIP DRAMA. JUST SAYING). He never really WANTED to be a garbage disaster, but he loved his wife and daughter more, and he was dedicated to taking Rittenhouse down to the point that he thought he couldn’t return to them even if he did save them. So no, he was not a character who was just out there burning shit down for the fun of it (though he does enjoy it in some ways, because… he’s a disaster). But Flynn’s character file in canon has him fighting in a lot of small-scale liberation wars (Chechnya, Bosnia, Kosovo, etc) against occupying/oppressive regimes, and that’s basically what he’s doing with Rittenhouse. He is a good man with a very strong moral code, but also a very grey one. He has correctly identified the overall enemy and is dedicated to destroying them, but he won’t be the hero wringing his hands over it because “it’s not right” to use violence. Which the Time Team is leaning on themselves (they basically left Flynn in 1934 to be a hitman, so… no more judgey remarks about “he’s a killer” would be nice, guys. You know he is and you’re using that because you need it.)

So yes. Flynn doesn’t WANT to be a garbage disaster, so it would be cruel to keep him as one. He is sassy as hell, but he also seems happier working with the team than he ever really did alone (as Goran has also discussed). Again: MORE CONVERSATIONS!!! Did Flynn just see it as business in trying to take out the team before, since they were trying to stop him from taking down Rittenhouse, and now that they agree on who the threat is, he’s happy to work with them? Is Garcia “why do I even delegate” Flynn really trusting them (at least aside from Lucy, who he clearly does) to do what’s needed, or does he essentially think he still has to do it himself? DEVELOPMENT PLEASE!

I wanted Flynn to permanently join the team ever since 1x10 (as that episode threw me down the dumpster in SO many ways) so obviously, I want that to keep up. The 2x07 pic of him and Rufus clasping hands made me hella emotional (also: we still haven’t had a Flogan scene since Flynn arrived in 2x03 and Wyatt stormed out in a hissy fit…still judging for skipping the Messy Boys Trip in 2x05). I want him to be developed and integrated more into the team and made a part of them, because I’m a hopeless sucker for villain becomes weird family member and redeemed antihero and found family and enemies-to-lovers/enemies-to-friends. So yes. Please don’t screw it up, guys.

(Also yes. Yes, I noticed him being taller than the god damn fridge at the end of 2x05. He’s HUGE and it’s ridiculous.)

#lucy x flynn #garcy #timeless meta #timeless spoilers #timeless critical #(not really but just in case)#my garbage boss #anonymous #ask

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serenagaywaterford · 5 years

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Who's the new commander/wife in s3? And yes, please give me s3 spoilers! Also, do you have any thoughts about mayday? How I wish we got to see more of it

OKAY ERRYBODY IN THE CLUB GET TIPSY. SPOILERS AHEAD.

EDIT: added in the Mayday stuff cos I forgot the first time around.

Like the actors? Christopher Meloni and Elizabeth Reaser, and they’re playing the Winslows who host the Waterfords in DC. (Which I’m not sure if you’ve seen all the hubbub about the DC trip but there are loads of pics of them shooting one of those scenes. You’ve probably seen them. Like with the Handmaids’ mouths stapled shut? Fred looking all Evil Supreme Leader-y with Serena and June alongside him.). Meloni is “powerful and magnetic” and Reaser is supposedly a “friend and inspiration” to Serena. Whatever the fuck all that means. It could be good, it could be bad. (Personally, I can’t stand either of those actors but meh. Maybe they’ll be okay.) And DC, not Boston, is Gilead central… and so Fred’s not really as important as he thinks.

Off-topic: To be honest, I find this odd. We see frequently that all the dudes responsible for the rise/creation of Gilead are in Boston and it was formed IN Boston (Putnam, Pryce, Waterford, Cushing?, Lawrence, (Nick), etc.) so how there is a ANOTHER HIGHER level group of SOJ in DC is a little stupid, imo. It doesn’t make sense how that core group (the literal architects of the entire system) are off in Boston while the other guys (who we’ve literally never seen nor heard of before, even in flashbacks–bad storytelling, show) are top dogs in DC. Seems like yet another plot contrivance. Now, fair enough, that I think it’s sort of funny that Fred is still in Boston rather than with the big brass in DC cos he THINKS he’s so much smarter/better/etc than all these other guys but the fact he’s not there just shows that as much as he was one of the Gilead OGs, he’s too incompetent to be trusted at the highest level of government. HA HA FRED. Ya moron. I get that there’s never a guarantee that the evil people that come up with a totalitarian society are in charge of said society when it comes to fruition, but it’s a general trend throughout history. The fact all these guys would give up top billing of the SOJ to some punks from DC seems… a bit off. But then, hey, maybe said punks were the other part of the SOJ that Fred was talking about to Serena when he suggested bombing congress.

As for a few more, June flips out at one point, turning on other Handmaids (Brianna is holding her back.) It’s against a Handmaid who is a “true believer” in Gilead. I’m going to take an educated guess (based on where they’re filming) this is the lead up to the mass hanging. I guess I should mention: the Handmaids are gonna have to hang a bunch of people. Like a salvaging, but with hanging instead of stoning or beating.

June gets dressed up like a Martha.

June apparently works with Lawrence. It’s assumed she’ll be his Handmaid although the production, especially the DC scene, seem to imply she’s back with the Waterfords.

Serena’s mother shows up.

Luke & Moira are fighting against Gileadean ideology in Canada. Cos obviously it would come up here too. I always thought it was too happy-happy that Canada wasn’t experiencing ANY fallout from a worldwide birthrate crisis. Like, we may be more liberal than the US, but what happens there, spreads here fairly quickly. Like we have some Trumpian/Tea Party-esque politicians and racist/homophobic/xenophobic/misogynistic activist groups too, with a lot of power. And a lot of ignorant regular people to boot. The fact Canada was portrayed as like this utopia free from Gilead’s evilness just seemed unrealistic to me. While I do believe it would take a bit longer to take root here, the building blocks are already here and ripe for the pickin’.

(I also have a huge issue with how unrealistically and healthy they portrayed the economy in Canada without their main US trading partner. We’d collapse if the US economy collapsed, at least for a time until we figured a way around it. Oil alone would go crazy. It wouldn’t be all life as normal. What Serena saw in 2x09 was literally what I see everyday here and I find it super hard to swallow that our lives would just go on as if nothing happened if the USA fell into massive civil war and was overthrown by a theocratic “republic”.

And I also have a HUGE issue with how rosy they portrayed refugee and asylum seeking here. It’s just as bad as elsewhere, with all the same struggles that European countries (for example) are facing right now. Like if Gilead was an actual thing, Canada would be having a fucking mASSIVE humanitarian crisis along the border. We had a taste of it when Trump was elected and loads of people fled across the border. We could barely handle THAT, let alone hundreds of thousands of Americans swarming in to safety.) So, yeah, that’s a really long way of saying THANK FUCK the show is going to start to deal with some of the reality of the situation north of the border. They already showed Mexico breaking down and there’s no reason Canada wouldn’t too if the birthrate crisis is indeed as catastrophic as it’s presented by Serena/Fred/Gilead.

Emily makes it to Canada with Nichole. It’s all happy families. At least from the set photos the whole gang is there: Luke, Moira, Emily, Sylvia, Nichole. Not sure about Oliver or Erin. Now, the photo was likely taken when they weren’t filming which is why they’re all so fucking smiley and happy laughing together. That’s probably just the actors. But it could be shooting. I didn’t actually save the photos and I’m not sure where they are now. I think reddit?

Aunt Lydia is alive and will get some backstory and her character is gonna change. Somehow, somewhat, unclear how much. All cos of what Emily did to her.

Lots of stuff about Nichole, the whole Gilead vs. Canada thing, etc etc.

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I totally forgot to add about Mayday!

Personally… and first off: I much prefer the name “Mayday” to that weirdass co-opted “female railroad” or whatever shit they called it in the show when Moira was getting out. That was just in poor taste and completely uncreative. You don’t have to call it a railroad at all, tbh. It could be an extension of Mayday, or it could be called something entirely different. Sometimes the THT writers really drop the ball.

As for Mayday… I am not even convinced it exists as such? When I was reading the book, I liked the theory that Emily was sort of … not crazy, but misinformed or exaggerating. The only we really hear about Mayday in the book is through her and there’s no real evidence it exists as a cohesive organization.

In the show, it’s like we’ve been fed this Mayday idea… but again, not seen anything particularly solid in terms of evidence it exists as a large organized resistance effort.

We see Emily talk about it but she never seems to get anything from it and everything she does is through her own agency. Mayday never helps her.

We see June ask Alma about it. But Alma doesn’t really say much.

We see Nick, kind of doing his own thing and organizing shit for June, specifically. (We never see him do anything for any other woman except the one he’s banging. Snerk.)

We see Lillie somehow get a complex explosive and blow shit up. Obviously that came from somewhere and it’s not the sort of thing a Handmaid can just make herself. There has to be a “terrorist cell” (as Gilead would consider it) within Gilead that siphons off weapons to a small rebel faction and passed it to her.

We know there’s a war still going on because Fred talks about the front so there are obviously large pockets that are actively and violently resisting Gilead within the continental US. IIRC the map they showed, the fighting tends to be along international borders and in the west and Florida? I can’t really remember the map exactly. There’s no real evidence that these people at war are also running an underground resistance network within Gilead strongholds like Boston. But other than sympathetic Guardians, Eyes, Angels, they could be the ones supplying weapons.

We see the butcher hand June the package from Moira. Somehow there is a network that passed this along.

We see the Guardian give June the way out of the hospital to the butcher’s truck. This could be Nick’s doing alone, not a network.

We see the butcher/delivery dude who brings June to the Globe. Again, this could solely be Nick as well, but we don’t know.

We see there’s Omar, who seems more like someone who accidentally fell into it rather than an active participant. We also learn that “Mayday” has supposedly safe houses within Gilead, but we never see them.

We see the pilot who helps people escape to Canada.

We hear of “Rachel” often, especially wrt Jezebels. I don’t think we ever see Rachel however. It could be code, it could be a person, it could be a group of people. Considering the gravity of the name Rachel in Gilead, I would put my money on this being a code name cos the writers don’t just throw little things like that around. Especially since Moira, who lived and worked at Jezebels, claims she doesn’t know a “Rachel”. Sure, she could just be protecting June or she could actually be telling the truth. I find it really interesting that the consulate worker in Toronto is called Rachel as well. While I don’t think the two are connected, I’m just surprised at all the references to Rachels in THT, esp with the story of Rachel & Leah (+ Bilhah, Zilpah, etc.) being such a massive cornerstone to the entire society.

We see the Marthas have a very complex network that is referenced multiple times and is known to Commanders, and they’ve done very little to address it for some reason.

We see Serena get both cigarettes and a pregnancy test, both of which are illegal technically although nobody seems to take issue with Serena’s smoking. I would assume this is unrelated to Mayday and more akin to Jezebels (and its sex trafficking) as the illegal underbelly of Gilead that everyone knows exists and everyone uses but nobody talks about. The black market likely has no connection. But it’s still something that requires a large chain of procurement and distribution, and secret knowledge of how to access it.

I’ve probably missed some other examples…

None of this really speaks to a larger web, imo. I can easily see these as individual cells, sometimes connected, rather than ruled by some grand master command somewhere nonspecific and so far unseen. Resistance usually doesn’t begin with a cohesive structure but small cells that see a need to rebel or at least protect/assist victims. It’s also MUCH safer that way and harder to dismantle the entire thing if cells are independent. (I used to be fascinated with the so-called “eco-terrorist” culture.)

And I would say Mayday, if it exists, relies on Econopeople, specifically Economen and Guardians who have “normal” jobs and freedom of movement within Gilead. But we’ve been shown SO VERY LITTLE about the lives of Econopeople (the majority). I mean, it makes sense since this is the Handmaid’s Tale, not the Economan’s Tale… still, it’s very abrupt to build a giant resistance network suddenly and not have shown anything of real substance about it in 2 seasons.

Other than Lawrence, there’s no indication that any other Commanders or Wives are involved in any resistance but I think we’re supposed to believe some are. So it’ll be curious what side these new characters fall on, whether Mrs. Winslow is an “inspiration” in terms of resistance or compliance. I think we all assume she’ll be on the side of resistance and inspire Serena to take that path (although I think June and Nichole and her own awful husband should be inspo enough lol). I’m not so sure since this is THT and I am absolutely terrible at predicting anything, lol. I can see THT going the opposite direction just as easily. I hope not, but hey.

I think for simplicity within a TV show, they’ll flatten it to a single resistance organisation.

Quite frankly, I wish we had already seen more of Mayday, if it exists. I feel a bit annoyed that it’s been 23 episodes and other than a few hints, we’ve never seen a significant exploration of any of it. Like how on earth June is supposed to just be a Martha…? I just… I don’t know. Who knows.

Since we know this season is going to be all about Team Resistance, obviously they’ll go into more detail. I just wish we had seen more ahead of time. Although to be perfectly frank, I also really enjoyed the “Emily is sorta crazy and Mayday doesn’t quite exist” theory too.

#spoilers #not many and they're not that crazy but it's something.#Anonymous

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latinalesbi · 7 years

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Are you happy Rosie isn't coming back

Thrilled! At least, not this season which would make it 2 in a row! She’s so not needed. I think that about a lot of characters though lol. As long as I get my Stef and Lena, I will praise this show!

Anonymous said:

It was great to see Stef and Lena so in love and supportive best to couple ever

Oh god yes, so many hand holds! When Callie comes to the hospital, for a brief second you can see they had been touching hands!

I just feel like we have earned this. They are so much more understanding and forgiving of each other. Lena can handle Stef better when Stef is being as caring and mindful of her as she was in this episode. We’ve been with them when they haven’t cut each other breaks and it sucks. This is everything and the reason they’ve been together for so long.

Anonymous said:

Do you think Lena sits with Stef playing with her hair just a thought

Yeah, I do, but I think it’s true that Lena likes playing with Stef’s hair. Either way, I think I’d like to see it on my screen. So that’s one of the few things we haven’t really had. give to me!!

Anonymous said:

Are Stef and Lena getting divorce???

Sadly, we might cliff hang on this. So, last we left them they had filed for divorce to keep from losing the house. Now, in this promo it shows that the papers have been processed, which seems fast btw, I am not really sure what level of divorce they are at, or what the procedures are, but I do know for sure that it takes a minimum of a year to get divorced in California. How far will they go to keep the house? I think this drama is what leads Stef to make the tearful speech to Lena in Brad’s episode. It’s a Thanksgiving episode and in the promo when the papers come in, Lena is in apron looking like she’s cooking a big meal.

Regardless anon, they aren’t separating or splitting up. I also do not think that the producers would dissolve this marriage in the Trump spotlight. So, we’re safe. This thing is solid. I believe and trust. They will make us sweat and suffer though. I will try not to grump on twitter about it.

Anonymous said: I really hope we get some good Stef and Lena scenes this season. Bit of hot scenes too!

Bradley said there will be kisses, but just not sure what kind. We’ll get something but probably the best of it will be Stef’s speech to Lena. We usually get something each half season, so… soon. i expect soon.

Anonymous said:

Did they/ are they going to write Teri’s tatto in the show? Coz when Stef kisses Jesus on the forhead when he goes in to surgery, you can see it.

Hmm, didn’t notice, I bet the director/editor didn’t either. Thanks anon! Let me go see. They probably should have written it in because this is likely to happen a lot.

Anonymous said: Please please write something. FF has mostly crap stories lately!!

I am so busy, cry! Ok, I try.

Anonymous said:

Ha! I wrote Nucci and it must have autocorrected to Nick. Sorry!! That being said I just love Sherri and Teri’s vibe. They have some serious love going on and I’m not sure it’s always platonic. The lips brushing on the shoulder thing… yeah I’m stuck on that. LOL

Oh me too, it’s like sexy. That’s it, I am sorry. It just is. I didn’t make them do that.

Anonymous said:

The way Sherri ran her hand down the back of Teri’s neck though … I can’t . I would’ve been so done . I mean I get the shivers just thinking about it . And the fact that they’re together .. all snuggly & stuff .. IN . HER . HOUSE .. I’m a mess

I think that’s true for many of us. I just love how everyone ignores them and they’re just used to them needing to sit together. Well, except Brad who kinda ships it and takes video and pics of them lol

Anonymous said:

Maia said that the last scene was the hardest scene she was ever shot. I’m scared cause Stef said Callie could go to jail for years. I hope the final scene isn’t Callie getting taken said for good.

Ahh, where she say that? Ugh, last scene of the season? I don’t think Callie will ever be taken for good. I am pretty sure of that. I think that Callie is probably the most messed up kid they have. She just can’t trust that they care about her. It’s why she went by herself because she thinks her problems couldn’t possibly matter to them when they have Jesus to worry about her. It’s just easier for her to take care of it on her own.

#Anonymous #adamsfoster #speculation #stef x lena #the fosters

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[John K. Ross] Short Circuit: A roundup of recent federal court decisions

Please enjoy the latest edition of Short Circuit, a weekly feature from the Institute for Justice.

Last week, the Iowa Supreme Court struck down part of the state's civil forfeiture law, ruling the Fifth Amendment privilege against self-incrimination trumps the state's requirement that individuals challenging forfeiture of their property disclose how they acquired it. Nick Sibilla has the story over at Forbes.com.

Newark, N.J. jail officer is sentenced to 25 years for raping pretrial detainee. Third Circuit: No need to reconsider his conviction. (Circuit split! Breaking with the Tenth Circuit, the panel holds that the jury must be clearly informed that, to convict of aggravated offense, defendant must have used force on victim; simply being physically larger than or having coercive authority over victimdoes not suffice.)

Fun fact: The first phrase inscribed on U.S. currency was "Mind Your Business." After the Civil War, "In God We Trust" started to appear on coins; Congress did not mandate it on all currency until 1955. Does the phrase violate the statutory rights of plaintiffs, who do not so trust (or otherwise object to the inscription)? The Sixth Circuit says no; they can pay by check or credit. Dissent: Lots of transactions are cash only. And as the gov't hasn't produced a compelling reason why the phrase is necessary to further its goals (communicating "the fundamental values on which our system of governmentis founded" to the world), this suit should not have been dismissed.

Army veteran suffering from PTSD tells VA therapist he thought about shooting Louisville, Ky. police officer (who cited him for minor traffic violation) but that he did not intend to do it. A VA staff member informs the police (without the therapist's say-so). The officer gets the veteran charged with making terroristic threats, neglects to mention therapist's belief that veteran was not a risk. The veteran spends 10 days in jail before charges dismissed. Sixth Circuit: The officer had a warrant, so the veteran can't sue for false arrest (though he might have been more successful had he raised different claims).

Michigan family court judge is barred by state law, constitution from retaining his position next term, as he will by then have become a septuagenarian. A violation of the Equal Protection Clause? The Sixth Circuit says he eloquently makes a forceful case: Many other prominent public offices have no age limit, and the gov't doesn't seriously try to explain why one is necessary here. But this is a rational basis case, so it needn't. Case dismissed.

Madison County, Tenn. officer: I shot 18-year-old assault suspect in the back, killing him, as he "gunned" his car directly at me. Eyewitnesses: The teen was driving slowly, steering away from officers (who were not in uniform, did not activate the emergency lights on their unmarked car, and did not identify themselves). Sixth Circuit: No qualified immunity.

After diet-drug class action settles for $200 million, lawyers collude with a since-disbarred state judge to defraud clients of the proceeds. Clients wise up, sue, and lawyer commences a "high-stakes shell game" to conceal his assets. So begins two decades of litigation. Sixth Circuit: The district court properly froze the lawyer's assets.

Does the motto "In God We Trust" inscribed on U.S. currency unconstitutionally endorse monotheistic religion? The Seventh Circuit says no, the motto (and other phrases like "one nation under God") merely give a nod to the nation's religious heritage.

U.S. Congressman (R-Ill.) resigns in 2015 after it emerges he sought to use public funds for (among other things) a chandelier, part of a Downton Abbey-themed redecoration of his office. (Pics here.) Later, he's charged with filing false reimbursement claims (among other things). Ex-Congressman: Congressmen can't be prosecuted for their legislative activities, per the Speech and Debate Clause of the Constitution. Seventh Circuit: Applying for reimbursements is not legislative activity.

Allegation: On daily basis, inmate with rotting teeth, pus-oozing gums begs for dental care. In the three months it takes Lincoln County, Ark. prison officials to bring him to a dentist, his face becomes disfigured, he pulls two of his own teeth, and he is unable to eat regular food. (A nurse provides ibuprofen.) Eighth Circuit: No qualified immunity.

Feds: Environmental nonprofit can't sue the feds for declining to turn over public records; it's not sufficiently clear that it was the nonprofit that requested the documents (which would confer Freedom of Information Act standing) as opposed to an individual activist associated with the nonprofit. Ninth Circuit: "FOIA forms should not be a 'gotcha' proposition requiring a lexicographer to discern who made the request." It is clear the nonprofit was the requester; the nonprofit can sue.

Allegation: After disturbance in Los Angeles County jail (in which inmates light fires, break stuff), officers maliciously and sadistically beat no-longer-resisting inmates, tasing them repeatedly in sensitive areas and breaking their bones while yelling "stop resisting." Video (mandated by county policy) inexplicably goes missing. Jury: Nineteen officers, including supervisors who condoned culture of excessive force, and the county are liable. Pay $950k damages. District court: Plus $5 mil attorneys' fees. Defendants: This suit shouldn't have been allowed to go; the inmates didn't take mandatory prelitigation step of filing complaint forms. Ninth Circuit: In retaliation for filing a complaint, guards put an inmate in yard with rival gang members who attacked him with razor blades. Affirmed.

An heir of the Egyptian composer who arranged the 1957 song, Khosara Khosara (you might recognize it), cannot sue American rappers who borrowed the tune, says the Ninth Circuit, taking a peek at Egyptian law. The heir had sold the rights to the song but claimed a continued and inalienable moral right under Egyptian law to object to "offensive" uses of the song.

Protesters erect tents on University of California–Berkeley campus, form human chain to prevent police from taking the tents down. After bullhorn warnings, police use batons to disperse protesters. Excessive force? Ninth Circuit: None of the plaintiffs got really hurt, so no. Concurrence: The protest was entirely peaceful (apart from locking arms), and there was no immediate need to remove the tents. So it was excessive force; but the officers are entitled to qualified immunity because there's no precedent that puts police on notice.

Man accepts Facebook friend request from undercover detective, posts incriminating posts. A Fourth Amendment violation? The Delaware Supreme Court says no.

Police officer "door checks" motorcyclist, opening door of his patrol car just as the motorcyclist was passing; the collision knocks the motorcyclist off a bridge. He falls 30 feet, sustains serious injuries. Yikes! The motorcyclist was only suspected of speeding and says he didn't know he was being pursued. The officer ignored instruction to cease pursuit, violated several department policies regarding pursuits. Washington state appeals court: No qualified immunity.

Allegation: Twitter user @jew_goldstein, a Salisbury, Md. man, tweets GIF to journalist, who is widely known to suffer from epilepsy, with message "YOU DESERVE A SEIZURE FOR YOUR POSTS." The journalist sees the GIF, a rapidly flashing strobe image, and has a serious seizure. District court: The journalist's civil claims for assault, battery, and intentional infliction of emotional distress can proceed. (A criminal case pends as well.)

This week, IJ sued U.S. Customs and Border Protection for seizing over $58k from a Cleveland retiree. It's been over seven months since agents took the cash from Rustem Kazazi, and he hasn't been charged with a crime. Indeed, his family earned and planned to spend the money legally and have documentation to prove it—if CBP would actually give him a day in court. Read more at The Washington Post. And in related news, CBP has returned over $40k seized from a Texas nurse—weeks after IJ filed suit on her behalf. The suit is not moot, however; read more here.

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