#sav speaks w/ you guys

[queenpiranhadon]

ꗃ ⎸⎸ 𝐇𝐢𝐬 ⎸⎸ ꗃ

A/N: Lmao this was directly copied and pasted from a text rant w/ the tolerable @labaguetteisdabest 🤪 Here's my masterlist! Dividers made by @cafekitsune

Warning(s): Depression, mentions of adoption, PJO x Inheritance Games crossover AU

Pairing(s): None :)

Okay okay hear me out- Grayson as a demigod.

Grayson Hawthorne is minding his business, being his imperial stoic self when he uncovers something interesting in Avery’s/ Tobias’s office.

He finds adoption papers. With his name under it.

And he starts freaking out- he’s clearly distraught- that meant he was never a Hawthorne in the first place, is that why Tobias made Avery heir??

And then he comes to the cold realization that if he’s adopted- then his family isn’t even his real family at all.

And his broken by this- coming to the realization that nothing is fully his, Nash, Jamie, Xan, Gigi, Sav- they’ve all only been half siblings- never biological siblings- and now they’re not even his siblings at all.

And so he ices out the world- isolating himself away from everyone, bunkering down in a five star hotel room that he hates with every fiber in his being because he doesn’t deserve it, it’s not his, it never was, he doesn’t belong.

And then he hears a knock on the door.

He opens it warily, only to see Gigi standing there, out of breath and clearly stressed.

“GRAY!” she says, her face flush and relieved, and he notices a clearly confused Savannah behind her.

“Can we come in? Please? We don’t have a lot of time.” Gigi says hurriedly, and barges her way into the room without asking permission, leaving both Gray and Sav extremely confused.

She huffs and sinks down onto the bed and opens her mouth to say something but then shuts it.

They stare at her for a few minutes, waiting for her to continue.

“So uh I have no idea how to tell you this but uh” she starts, fidgeting nervously, setting off all concern alarms in her siblings’ minds.

“So…I haven’t been very honest with the two of you…but Gray, Skye isn’t your real mom. Sav, Acacia isn’t either…” Gigi says, wincing at Sav’s horrified expression, but startles when she sees Gray’s normal one.

“…You already knew, didn’t you.” Gigi whispers, heart breaking as Gray nods without emotion. He wasn’t supposed to find out this way.

The man in question chuckles sourly, and nods “I found adoption papers in the old man’s office. Looks like I was never your brother to begin with.” he says his eyes turning watery for the first time in what seems years.

He scolds himself- Hawthornes don’t cry, they don’t show weakness. And then he remembered he wasn’t a Hawthorne anymore.

Gigi rushes to his side frantically, holding him by his shoulders and forcing him to look into his eyes. “We ARE related Gray- I said Skye wasn’t your mother, not that we don’t share a dad.”

Gray stares at Gigi dumbfounded, and then another question comes to light. “If Skye isn’t my mom, who is?”

Gigi glances at Savannah, who’s still reeling from the shock of the previously delivered news, and the former grabs her hand and squeezes it.

“You guys share one.” Gigi starts off, speaking slowly, treating them like glass. 

“Have you guys…ever heard of the Greek gods?”

Gray and Sav nod slowly, unsure of where she’s going with this.

“They’re real.”

Sav recovers first, and chuckles nervously. “Geegs, if you’re religious that’s great- but I don’t see what that has to do with-“

“Sav you’re not listening.” Gigi cuts in. “Your mother is one of the gods.”

Gray and Sav stay still, unsure of what to say. They were people of science, they didn’t believe in God, or anything like that. But the look in Gigi’s eyes said that she knew what she was talking about.

For the first time in forever, Grayson Not-Hawthorne-But-Still-A-Hawthorne-Because-We-Call-Toby-A-Hawthorne was speechless.

No strategic silence- just simply shocked.

And then Gigi chuckles nervously. “And I’m part goat.”

#grayson hawthorne #grayson davenport hawthorne #gigi grayson #juliet grayson #savannah grayson #pjo #percy jackson pjo #percy jackson spoilers #percy jackson #percy series #percy and annabeth #percy jackon and the olympians #percy pjo #perseus jackson #pjo books #riordanverse #jennifer lynn barnes #the inheritance games #the hawthorne legacy #the brothers hawthorne #the final gambit #games untold #the grandest game #the cloud archives ☁️

[moconut]

Whatever It Takes: A Degrassi Season 10 Retrospective (You Don't Know My Name, Pt. 2)

Remember that HBO Degrassi reboot that was supposed to happen? It's cancelled, just like my interest in this episode. Let's get this out of the way so I can talk about things that actually facilitate entertaining commentary beyond making fun of the word "hoedown" (who am I kidding, I'm not getting any wittier than that).

Back at Degrassi, Drew struggles to write his own essay. His brother Adam snarks that maybe Drew should've turned in the paper Alli wrote for him after all. Drew is offended at the memory of Alli's betrayal, saying he doesn't appreciate being called stupid. What he's really saying here is he hates honesty.

KC runs through the list of different cliques Drew should consider picking a new girl from. Are cliques a real thing? In Catholic school, we just had a) popular girls b) semi-popular girls and c) girls like me, who didn't even make the senior year class montage slideshow. Drew likes the sound of a cheerleader and hits on Marisol, which is hilarious when you remember how he ends up hating her guts just one season later.

Meanwhile, Fiona attempts to give Holly J an intervention in the hallway after Sav calls her "hot stuff." Holly J denies she has any feelings for him. Fiona reminds Holly J that she needs to marry Declan so they can become sisters--fitting, as Degrassi Takes Manhattan taught us that Fiona is rather fond of incest.

Sav has a very different version of what's going on between the two. Peter, holding a rather negative view of Holly J (which isn't altogether unwarranted), grills him as to whether their kiss was "tight," "hot," and involved slapping. I think he's getting a little ahead of himself there.

Love is also blooming amongst our Three Tenners (for one of them, at least). Connor defends his online girlfriend, saying she's just as good as a real life one. Dave needles him into trying to move the relationship offline, which Connor eventually agrees to--just so that Dave can find out what a real date is like. Haha, fuck you Dave.

Drew and Marisol's date isn't going so well. Drew quickly realizes Marisol is just copying everything he does, including liking the band Hot Chip. I don't think that's a real band even in the context of Degrassi. He further tests this theory by ordering a tuna wrap with strawberry ice cream and garlic salt, which she also orders. Peter walks away in disgust, probably thinking these two were made for each other. Marisol tops it all off by literally saying "It's easier if I don't have to think for myself!" You know, maybe these two are made for each other.

The Three Tenners arrive at the steakhouse for Connor's date with LoveQueen16, looking for a girl in a Realm of Doom shirt. In walks what appears to be a woman who looks more like a LoveQueen46. Connor wants to talk to her, but Wesley and Dave quickly drag him out.

Speaking of romantic failures, Drew immediately runs back to Alli after realizing Marisol has the depth of a sheet of paper. He tries to win her back, but she's rightfully unmoved by such charming lines as "You win. I'll go to the dance with you" and "Does 'ugh' mean 'yes' in Hindi?" Alli's face says it all.

Things are going a little better for Sav and Holly J. She arrives at the Dot to check out how Hoedown (.......ha) decor is going, and is so wooed by the wagon wheels and cowboy print tablecloths that she forgets everything she said about not liking Sav. This Hoe is Down bad.

Later, she gazes wistfully at photos of the two of them posted publicly on her FaceRange. Fiona warns Holly J that's she's probably just rebounding from Declan, which she denies. She then gazes wistfully at a photo of Declan.

Drew, meanwhile, has devised the perfect plan to woo Alli: have guys on the football team enact a skit in the hallway about how great he is. No one but Drew is impressed, and he is left to forlornly fondle his football.

Having come Down from her Hoeing high, Holly J realizes what she needs to do. She returns to the Dot where Sav has been decorating by himself for hours instead of going to class. She tells him she’s not over Declan. He’s sad but unsurprised, but at least he has Jones Soda to comfort him.

Later that evening, it’s finally times for the Hoes to go Down to the Dot to party. Drew is staring at Alli dancing with an NPC when Marisol pops in to flirt with him. He asks if it would be weird to request girl advice from her. Yes, yes it would be.

Sav publicly thanks Holly J for making the dance possible, which is weird to me because it seems like he’s done 99% of the work. Holly J mostly just showed up to either kiss or dump him. Either way, she’s impressed by Sav’s farmer hat and flattery. They decide to have a casual thing for the six months to graduation. What’s really optimistic here is to assume a Degrassi relationship will even last six episodes.

Meanwhile, Adam lures Alli to the photobooth. She’s annoyed to find Drew in there, which is the natural reaction. He finally tells her what he actually likes about her, which is basically that she’s smart in every way he isn’t (and that’s a lot of ways). Alli tries to say he’s people-smart, but I’m not sure about that after the whole self-aggrandizing football fiasco earlier. But whatever, they’re back together now. Woo.

Things wrap up the next day with Sav and Holly J in the student council room. They’re stunned when Fiona and Anya walk in, even though they weren’t doing anything particularly scandalous. They all stand around awkwardly with coffees until Sav asks if Fiona and Anya will help them count change from the dance. Fiona refuses because she doesn’t like touching Coynes. Not after last summer.

And that’s it. You know what? Fuck the long-winded analysis this time. I can’t pretend to care about this episode enough to act like there’s anything warranting me acting like I remotely know what the fuck I’m talking about. Drew and Alli are a bad couple. Holly J and Sav will—by their own admission—end their relationship by graduation at the latest. The only plot that comes close to being interesting is Connor’s middle aged cyber gf, and it barely gets any screentime here.

Enough. It’s taken me nearly a year to scrounge up the motivation to do this, and it’s solely so that I can move on to the rest of the season.

#degrassi #dtng #degrassi tng #degrassi the next generation #degrassi review

[savnofilter]

Thank you for being here. Thank you for being wonderful and inspiring. Thank you for fighting, staying strong and staying alive even if you're not fighting. Thank you for sticking by me and cheering me up even though you didn't have to. Thank you for being a friend.❤️

i poured my absolute heart into this for no reason and i wish you were off anon so i could actually talk to you. 💓

what the fuck im actually sobbing right now lol. like you dont understand how thoughtful this is? like you guys dont know how i feel so alone at times and i really dont want you guys to know that because i hate having a negative vibe on here and it just makes my whole day when you guys talk to me and interact with me, like i feel like people care you know? i havent told anyone in my life that ive thought about killing myself, that ive written a note and was typing up my last words to people i thought would care. and i dont even think ive said it here either.

i... just really like talking to you guys and i always have a wide grin on my face when you guys send asks or tag me in anything because ive felt so lonely on here for awhile and im just always happy to see that i come back to that i still have 2,500+ followers -- even if they arent active like they use to before im still grateful that theyre still here. even with me suddenly disappearing. im trying to keep active and positive for you guys.

like since august and even ending 2018 ive just had my trust broken by family members and friends alike so when i come here and see nice messages or anyone like "oh my god i love your story" "oh my god im so glad you did xyz" like.... it makes me feel important. it makes me feel me again. im really trying to stay positive for you guys but even fucking now i dont feel like i can trust anyone but the people who make an effort to talk to me.

so i really thank you and everyone else who checks up on me. thank you for the people who care for me. because i really feel like you guys are my friends and honestly when i started writing for this fandom, i didnt even have the intention to grow fast or get popular for writing a peepee going into a vahaheheen. im not popular but it just feels nice seeing when you guys reblog and talk to me. so thats why i even go through my following and follow you guys back, reblog and bring up peoples writings and stuff because i know when i see things like that, i feel fucking amazing.

i want to give the same help that people that i look up to in this fandom gave me when i had first started (baku-tm, love katsu, cherry especially) like they helped me, and this blog use to be two people but its just me now so with that little help and how hard i work to write eRoTiCa and that people followed me for... me. and i know you guys are frustrated with how mean i can be sometimes, and i needa chill lol but it just makes me sob that you guys actually stay. through thick and thin. even seeing me at my worst self.

i didnt even have the balls to say this before but i was planning on killing myself last week on thursday until i remembered that i was going to do something for you guys for christmas and i didnt want to let yall down. and i just feel so connected to you guys and yall prob havent seen or know my name lol!

so keep reblogging my stuff, keep talking to me, and for the love of g o d if you guys write something -- i dont care if you think its fucking trash, if its your first story, youre a little rusty -- i dont give a fuck give it to me. im here to help support you guys the way you guys support me.

#sav speaks w/ you guys #<<might make this a tag cause you guys make me feel on top of the world...

[overtrolled]

In lieu of writing my fic, I researched by rereading Eridan and Feferi’s bits of hivebent and took notes. Here’s what I got on Eridan.

In Hivebent, we see Eridan interact directly with three people, Kanaya, Feferi, and Gamzee. However, his conversation with Gamzee is incidental; he is trying to talk to Karkat. When Feferi breaks up with him, Eridan's first move is to try to reach Karkat for comfort. In his interactions with both Kanaya and Feferi, the fact Karkat and Eridan talk often is brought up. 

In his conversation with Kanaya, he says: 

yeah it is your real feelins run pretty awwful RUDDY methinks evverybody knowws it / especially that assblood karkat he and me havve you so pegged about that its upright silly

In his first conversation with Feferi, she says:

You know, I'm not sure w)(y we never talk about our romantic aspirations... Probably because you fill your gossip quota wit)( your nubby )(orned bro. / You leave not)(ing left to talk about wit)( your dear sweet moirail! / We are supposed to )(elp eac)( ot)(er wit)( t)(at stuff too, remember.

To which he replies: “maybe / seems kinda / odd though”

Together this is the strongest evidence of a positive relationship that Eridan has, outside of his unhealthy romance with Feferi. It seems like Karkat is Eridan's best friend. It's even pretty easy to read their relationship as being pale; Feferi comments suggest that Eridan may be more intimate with Karkat than with her. Despite this, he still refers to him as an 'assblood' to Kanaya, a really bizarre insult which feels almost half-assed (lol). It feels almost performative, like a lot of Eridan's behavior (put a in that, we'll come back to it later).

Speaking of his conversation with Kanaya, The way he talks with her suggests a certain degree of familiarity. Not that the relationship is necessarily viewed as positive by both parties, but I think it Eridan at least feels friendly toward her. After Kanaya asks why she would help him with his genocidal fantasies, he says:

wwell / im not goin to vvery wwell kill you am i that wwould be fuckin unconscionable / wwhat kind of friend wwould i be

Now, that line has a lot of cruel irony on it given the events of A5A2, but I read it as genuine. Eridan's whole kill all the landdwellers thing is extremely half-assed, and possibly, primarily an extension of the way he constructs a persona of a powerful highblooded military leader. Pretty soon after that line Kanaya says: “And I Agree The Fate Of The Race Is Important But Its In My Hands Now / All Of Ours Really” To which Eridan replies: "huh / wwell ok," and when Kanaya acts surprised that he takes her word for it, he says

ordinarily id call bullshit on terrible stinkin bs like that but i knoww you dont really lie about stuff / unless its to yourself / but thats wwhy i bother evven talking to you i wwouldnt evven be here SAYIN any of this otherwwise

Eridan trusts Kanaya quite a lot, here. Almost every other interaction between trolls in Hivebent expresses more doubt than this. So while Kanaya is probably pretty exasperated by Eridan's shit, Eridan sees her as a friend, possibly more than he does most other trolls. Even that line he drops at the end, the “it’s hard and no one understands” bit, that sort of thing is something I don’t think casual acquaintances usually say to each other.

His conversation with Gamzee is kind of interesting, because he clearly wants to cry to Karkat about his problems, but when he hears that Sollux is dead he acts very civil and only dips into the dramatic self pity a little after he realizes he won't get to talk to Karkat, when Gamzee asks  "ArE YoU SuRe i cAn't hElP A bRoThEr Up iNtO HiS MoThErFuCkIn cHiLl?"

i dont knoww / it probably doesnt matter / my feelins seem petty and meaninless noww / she had better things to wworry about than my ovverwwrought bullshit / like the dead guy wwho savved her / so forget it thanks anywway

We don't really have a lot of background on what Eridan is like with the others at this point, and with Gamzee being only one rung down from Eridan it seems a little tenuous to assume he's that civil with everyone, but he can at times recognize when he's being ovverwwrought and dial it back.

The interesting thing about all this is how small Eridan's confirmed circle is. Vriska's his ex-kismesis, Feferi's his ex-moirail, Karkat and Kanaya are his friends, and he doesn't like Sollux. How much does he interact with anyone else?

#my stuff

[bensakindofmagic]

Chapter Fifteen

A/N: hey hey hey, sorry it’s been a while, but life is super busy atm, so writing is going on hold in favour of actual uni work. but I'm here now to grace your screens and your hearts with a little chapter of ben hardy christmassy fluff. enjoy

Warnings: a tiny wee bit of swearing

w/c: 3k+

Chapter Fifteen 

Christmas came and went in a blur of mince pies and mulled wine, and cozy nights at Ben’s place, snuggled under a blanket with the greatest hits of Christmas music playing and a youtube video of a fire on the telly. It was all fairy lights and fluffy coats and old movies that made you feel like a kid again. Though you met up with everyone as often as you could over the break, you all went your separate ways for Christmas to be with your families, and you and Ben thought it was too soon to be having Christmas Day together — though the conversation did make you imagine what that would be like, maybe ten years down the line, in a house with a few kids running around. It would be absolute chaos, the older ones would be arguing over their new toys, you would be fretting about getting the turkey cooked on time, Ben would be frantically trying to get one of the kids’ toys working before they got upset, but in a moment of quiet he would pull you onto his lap and kiss your cheek, telling you how proud he was of your little family, how much he loved you all. The thought made your stomach tighten. 

Instead, you had your own little Christmas celebration a few days later, and everyone was due to come round to Ben’s with their partners. You were cooking a full roast dinner for everyone, and Ben had cleaned the place to within an inch of its life. Fairy lights were up everywhere, candles filled the air with hints of cinnamon, and the tree sparkled quietly in the corner. You remembered decorating it with Ben, and smiled at the memory of him laughing at you as you anally made sure every decoration was well placed and facing the right way. He had taken advantage of you reaching up to hang a bauble on a high branch and tickled you relentlessly. You’d kicked and squealed as you rolled around on the floor, and when Ben had landed atop you, breathing heavily, his eyes locked intensely onto yours, you couldn’t help but bring his lips, and with them his whole body, crashing onto you. It was suffocating, really, how much you adored him. 

“How’s it going?” Ben called as you heard him come through the front door and into the kitchen. He was sweaty from the gym, his tshirt sitting snug on his chest. He almost sparkled in the cool December sunlight. 

“Yeah good, all on track.” 

He came up behind you and rested a hand on your hip, leaning across to kiss your cheek. 

“Sorry, I’m sweaty,” he murmured, but there was something about that musky sweet scent that made you hum. “I’m just going to jump in the shower then I’ll come and help.” 

As promised, he wasn’t long and came out of the bedroom in slacks and a shirt, looking handsome and smelling of cologne. 

“What can I do, angel?” he asked, rubbing his hands together.

You pointed him to the carrots, already peeled and waiting to be chopped. 

“I can do that,” he nodded, “Discs or batons?” 

“Always batons,” you insisted, and he chuckled. 

“I’m learning new things about you everyday.” 

Music was playing and you had a glass of wine in hand by the time the knock came on the door. As much as you were excited to see your friends, the sound had almost pained you. It was the most exquisite bliss just being with Ben, pottering about the kitchen together, rarely speaking but exchanging loving glances, singing along to the music, peppering each other with chaste but frequent kisses. But you greeted your friends with open arms, and ushered them to the table. You fussed over getting them drinks, and making sure Gwil and Allen’s partners felt welcome and comfortable.

“How is it that we’re at my house but you’re hosting?” Ben muttered to you as you poured out two glasses of wine.

“I can’t help it,” you chuckled. “Will you grab those chipolatas out of the oven?” 

“Yes ma’am.” 

As you passed him, you stuck out your cheek and he placed a sloppy kiss on it. 

“You two are sickening,” Lucy smiled as you passed her a glass. You smiled, bashful, but she only continued, “I’m so glad it’s working out for you.”

“Allen told me you guys started seeing each other pretty recently?” Jessica, Allen’s girlfriend, inquired.

“Yeah, only a couple months ago.”

“Is that all?” Gwil’s girlfriend Erin exclaimed, “God, you seem like you’ve been together for years.”

“It’s a match made in heaven,” Lucy winked.

You ate till you feared you would explode and then ate some more — dessert is essential, no matter how full you believe yourself to be. You spent much of the evening getting to know the other girls, exchanging past dating horrors and dishing out the gossip on the boys to each other. For much of the meal you could feel Ben’s eyes on you from the other end of the table, and occasionally you looked up from your plate to see him gazing at you soppily. He would smile, or wink, and you would blush a little but return the gesture. You noticed Joe catch your eye and whisper something to Ben, but your curiosity was quashed as Jessica asked you a question.

“You two are really smitten, huh?” Joe chuckled in Ben’s ear.

Ben faced him, concerned, “Sorry mate, I don’t mean to shove it down your throat.”

Joe chuckled and assured him it was okay, sure he was the only single person at the table but he wasn’t bothered by it. “I’m happy for you, man, honestly.” 

“I don’t know how I got so lucky. It already feels like she’s my whole world.”

“I’m not gonna lie, I did wonder if you were ready to commit yet, you know? I had occurred to me that your feelings might be a rebound, just someone to latch on to, but it really feels like you two are the real deal.”

Ben smiled; it was a comfort to know that other people saw what he felt. Sometimes it scared him, how quickly he had fallen for you, but when he looked over at you an increasingly familiar feeling of certainty and tingling warmth settled over him. You seemed to move in slow motion, a laugh bubbling from you, your glass sitting lazily between your fingers, radiant. The dying light shone like a halo behind you. You glowed. He seemed to gravitate towards you like a magnet finding due north. You were his ground zero, his homing beacon. And he wanted you for the rest of his life. Unlike so many times before that thought didn’t frighten him, it didn’t make his pulse thump in his ears. Instead, he inhaled and took a long sip of his drink to hide his grin.

“She’s perfect for you, man. You’re perfect for each other.”

He looked Joe full in the face and nodded, “I know.” 

When he caught your eye again from across the table he winked and you felt suddenly pulled toward him. You had the urge to hold him tight in your arms and kiss every inch of skin you could find. 

“This is incredible, Y/N, thank’s for cooking!” Gwil complimented, shaking you from the thoughts in your head. The others chimed in with their agreement. 

“It’s my pleasure. Plus I couldn’t let you all endure Ben’s cooking.”

Ben spluttered, gesticulating indignantly, “Why does no one believe I’m a good cook?”

“I’m sure you are,” Rami said holding back a grin, “But you’ve got nothing on our Y/N,”

After everyone had left you lay snuggled on the sofa, half watching a rerun of some old movie and half napping. Ben stroked your hair gently while he fiddled with his phone. 

“Hey, so I’ve been invited to a New Year’s party with some old school friends.” 

“Oh right, sounds fun.” 

You hadn’t really thought about New Year, supposing you would have an evening in with Ben. But if he was going to a party you were sure you could gatecrash whatever Sav was doing. 

“You’d be keen then?” he proposed, hopeful. 

You sat up, “I’m invited? To a party with your mates from school?” 

“We don’t have to go if you don’t want to.” He seemed nervous as he continued, “I thought you might enjoy it, you know, getting to know them a bit. You only really know me as an actor and—”

“I’d hope I know you a little better than that,” you said as you nestled closer into him. “But I’d love to come and meet all your friends. But you have to come and meet Savvy.”

He smiled and a tension that you hadn’t previously noticed in his shoulders abated. “It’d be my pleasure.” 

You kissed his cheek, then stroked his jaw to make him face you before planting a kiss on his lips. He hummed, and you both turned back to the TV. 

After a moment you frowned, muttering, “I suppose that’s one step closer to meeting the parents.” 

You both went stiff. 

“We’ll talk about that another time.” 

New Year’s Eve was a blast. You had always found it the most disappointing of he annual celebrations because it turned everyone into one of two people. All those in couples acted sickeningly happy and in love, and all the more keen to shove it down everyone’s throats — much like their tongues — and as you had never been that person they just made you want to throw up. Or it turned you into a sour singleton, bitter at being alone on New Year (again), desperate to find someone to kiss at midnight, the combination of which usually resulted in horrific drunkenness so you were left either holding back your friend’s hair while she vomited in the toilet, or you were the one doing the vomiting. Either way, it wasn’t pleasant, vomit was involved, and the next day was a guaranteed write off. Excellent start to the year. But this year was different. This year, you were the one who was sickeningly happy and instead of vodka making you feel sick, it was the moments when you caught yourself in blatant acts of PDA with Ben. As much as you didn’t want to be that person, you were dizzyingly happy. A few drinks in, with a pleasant buzz of adrenaline and Ben’s arm sitting heavily around your waist, you mingled confidently with Ben’s old school friends and delighted in all the embarrassing teenager stories that they seemed to have stocked in abundance. Your particular favourite was when he’d been sent to the headmaster’s office after he told his chemistry teacher that his ‘salmon’ pink shirt was, “about as salmon as your bald head, sir.” You looked with playful intrigue at the girls that he had had flings with or crushes on, and cheered him on louder than anyone else as he downed his pint in a race. It sounded weird to you, hearing his friends call him ‘Jonesy’, and there were moments when you saw him revert to an older version of himself — more cocky, more brazen, less of the reasoned, intelligent, compassionate man you knew him to be. It didn’t really bother you, but it did make you wonder more about what he had been like before you knew him, and if any of that change had been because of you. But when he held you during the countdown… 10, 9, 8… looking unflinchingly into your eyes as the numbers ticked down… 7, 6, 5… you saw the Ben you knew… 4, 3… and you bathed in him… 2, 1. A chorus of ‘Happy New Year!’ resounded through the room and Ben kissed you fearlessly.

He pulled away but let his forehead rest against yours. “Happy New Year, gorgeous.”

“Happy New Year,” you hummed back, feeling alive and fulfilled and happy.

“Oh you have for sure got it easier,” you laughed, pushing the door open to a busy cafe and scanning the room for your best friend. “This is only two people, and they basically count as one.”

“No way, it’s definitely easier at a party. There’s booze to take the edge off and you can just talk to someone else if it gets awkward. Here I’m trapped.”  

You spotted Savannah and Chris by the window and grinned. “I’m so glad you see it that way. Anyway, it’s just lunch and it’s not like you’ll be alone, I won’t go wondering off to chat to someone else and abandon you in a room full of strangers.” 

“That’s harsh,” he frowned. 

You chuckled and took him by the hand, dragging him over to your friends. Sav turned her head, dark chocolate curls that you’d always envied dancing playfully, and she jumped up to greet you, barely holding in an excited squeal. The two of you spoke constantly and met up whenever you could, but reuniting with her was always a tad melodramatic. 

“Darling! It’s so good to see you, you look radiant,” she beamed as held you at arms length before wrapping you up in a crushing hug. “You’re not pregnant, are you?” she muttered in your era.

You smacked her gently on the arm and reassured her that you weren’t before stepping round her to give her husband, Chris, a hug too. 

Ben stood awkwardly behind you, hands thrust into his pockets, and you shook your head lightly. 

“Um, guys this is my boyfriend, Ben.” 

It occurred to you that you hadn’t actually called him your boyfriend before. You never had ‘the conversation’ and you’d spent most of your time on set where everyone already knew. Even when it had come out that you were together, you never told anyone yourself and people had asked you if you and Ben were “seeing each other” but never if he was your boyfriend. Ben had introduced you to his friends by your name, nothing else. But Ben, always totally collected, didn’t seem to notice the way you stalled, and shook Chris’ outstretched hand. Savvy couldn’t contain herself and went right in for a hug — you knew she was using it to see how cuddly he was, what cologne he used, how muscular his shoulders were. You had tried to reassure Ben over meeting Sav (he knew exactly how important she was to you, she was basically a sister) telling her she wouldn’t be judging and he needn’t worry about making a good impression because you knew he would without trying, but it was blatant that she was sizing him up. 

‘Be nice,’ you mouthed behind Ben’s back.

She shrugged, eyes widening as if to say ‘I don’t know what you mean’. 

You made small talk until the waiter came to take your order. Ben shifted in his seat beside you; he hid it well but you could tell he was nervous, so you gently clasped his hand under the table.

“So, how long have you two been together?” Chris asked. 

“We already know that,” chided Sav impatiently. 

He rolled his eyes and muttered, “I want to hear it from them.”

“Well I suppose you’d say were started dating that night after we went to the pub,” Ben offered, looking at you, “We never actually ‘made it official’.”

“That was, what, two and a half months ago?” you commented.

“Just now was actually the first time you called me your boyfriend.” So he did notice. “It sounded nice,” he whispered, only to you. 

Chris smiled, “So all pretty new then?”

“I guess, but I think we feel settled.” Ben squeezed your hand. 

Conversation flowed freely through the meal, and it particularly heartened you to see Ben and Chris getting on so well because you fully intended to spend much more time together as a four. Every now and again Savvy would catch your eye and grin, pumping her eyebrows. You were so desperate to hear what she thought of him, to get her seal of approval — you knew he was amazing but you wanted her to know it too — so as soon as you had finished your food you announced that you were going to the toilets and Sav was to come with you. 

The second the door closed behind you she burst, “Y/N he’s great. I’ll admit I was skeptical after the whole fingering thing and how long it took you to get together, and him not talking to you, but honestly… he’s great. And he’s perfect for you.”

Relief flooded through you and exploded from your face in a grin. You smothered her in a hug. “I’m so glad.”

“You adore him, don’t you?” 

Your sigh was almost more of a grunt as you effused, “Completely.”

“I knew you liked really him but I had no idea it was this serious already. I don’t blame you though, babe, he’s gorgeous.”

“Isn’t he?” You felt like a teenager with a celebrity crush. “And he’s kind and thoughtful, he makes the bed every morning and he smells great—”

“He does smell great.”

“—and he’s charming and so good in bed, like, he’s attentive and considerate but also a fucking machine,” you inhaled, “and he’s funny and so intelligent and he can cook…”

“God, hurry up and marry him already.”

You looked at her honestly, “Don’t even joke, I’ve thought about it.”

Sav laughed brightly, “Of course you have.”

You slumped against the wall and mused longingly, “He’s so pretty.”

“He is,” she nodded, “and what’s more I think he’s a keeper.”

“What have you two been nattering about then?” you smiled as you sat back down next to Ben, sliding up close to him on the bench seat. 

“Just discussing juggling work with starting a family,” Ben stated sedately.

When you pried further that evening, it warmed you to hear Ben talk about how lucky he felt that he was in a profession where he could take a prolonged period off work to help when the babies were born: knowing he wanted kids at all was a relief. He had reminded you that he already knew you wanted three children, because he’d asked you back when you barely knew each other, on the very first day of shooting. It felt like a lifetime ago. Your life, your future, had changed since then. Because now Ben was not only in it, he was all of it. 

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[gingernastyy]

Hi, can I request an OC matchup? Her name is Savannah W. 28 & biracial with long, very curly black hair and mocha colored skin. Sav is 5’3” and rather thick. She’s a skilled hunter who’s main weapon is a bow and arrow. She doesn’t really speak unless spoken to. It isn't that she is shy, she just believes words aren't always needed but she definitely has an almost motherly affection for friends. She’s like the camp therapist almost, always giving advice where she can.

I pair your OC with-

Charlotte Balfour!

(If you wanted a guy matchup and/or a member of the VDL gang just let me know! Also I apologize if you aren’t far enough in the game to have met her yet!)

Savannah mets Charlotte in kind of the same way that Arthur does in game (but in the idea that she never meets up with Arthur). She finds Charlotte on her own, desperately needing help because she is without food and has no idea how to hunt. 

Fortunate for Charlotte she finds someone who is a very skilled hunter. She has a gun but doesn’t know how to use it. Sav could teach her how to bow hunting and maybe how to shoot if that’s something that Savannah knows how to do.

Charlotte is very grateful and invites Sav to her place in to repay her for all her assistance (with a home cooked meal and a little bit of cash she had)

 They really get to know each other while they are in Charlotte’s place. Even though it’s only a little conversation over dinner. 

Charlotte definitely perceives Savannah as being shy and would say something about how she shouldn’t feel shy around her. 

They met up a few times, some coincidentally and a few because they planned to hang out for the day.    

When Charlotte starts developing feelings for Savannah she dismisses it as just simply hero worship but she finds out it’s much more than that. 

She appreciates her ability to sort of be a therapist when she talks about what’s bothering her. She enjoys that strong support from who she’s interested in.

She usually gives Sav a kiss on the cheek before she leaves but she just goes for it one day and kisses her. 

#rdr2 matchups #rdr2 #matchups #matchup #charlotte balfour #matchups are still open! send me some?

[pickledmickles]

@dasdeath tagged me and their robot fuckin posts reminded me to do this

Rules: Answer some stuff and Tag Others If Ya Want

THE LAST:

1. Drink: water 2. Phone call: idk abt on the phone but my last call in general was w my bf 3. Text message: “sounds lovely” from a coworker 4. Song you listened to: Hold it in by Jukebox The Ghost 5. Time you cried: like last week. it was my monthly cry

HAVE YOU: 6. Dated someone twice: ye 7. Kissed someone and regretted it:  yea h 8. Been cheated on: Mhm 9. Lost someone special: not really 10. Been depressed: for like the past decade 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: like........... last week

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS: 12-14: Pale pink but with a reddish hue, aqua, mint green

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU: 15. Made new friends:  yes!  16. Fallen out of love: nah man 17. Laughed until you cried: yes 18. Found out someone was talking about you: yep 19. Met someone who changed you: yessss 20. Found out who your friends are: who are they....................... 21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: nnno-- wait yes. my bf. HA

GENERAL: 22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: pretty much all of them. Thats the only thing i use fb for 23. Do you have any pets: I have a dog and shes sleeping on my feet rn as we speak 24. Do you want to change your name: yes and no 26. What time did you wake up: 10am sharp 27. What were you doing at midnight last night: trynna plan a trip i think. not successfully 28. Name something you can’t wait for: movin out 29. When was the last time you saw your mom: 30 minutes ago 30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life? just have someone magically make a car purchase for me 31. What are you listening right now: polygon vids 32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: yes. weird guy. didnt like him. 33. Something that is getting on your nerves: i have been getting motion sickness from everything i play, even fucking animal crossing. 34. Most visited Website: tungle

LOST QUESTIONS. I JUST PUT IN RANDOM INFO ABOUT ME

35. Mole/s: i dont have moles 37. Childhood dream: zoologist 38. Hair color: Black DARK BROWN my bf made a fuss 39. Long or short hair: long 40. Do you have a crush on someone: love my boy 41. What do you like about yourself: my curls 42. Piercings: just me ears 43. Bloodtype: shrug emoji 44. Nickname: Queenie, mikaykay????, micky 45. Relationship status: LOVE MY BF 46. Zodiac: cancer 47. Pronouns: yes 48. Favorite TV Show: bobs burgers, most things by bbc earth, b99, and fresh off the boat 49. Tattoos: im allergic to red dye so idk if i should put any dye in my skin 50. Right or left hand: right 51. Surgery: wisdom teeth 52. Hair dyed in different color: nope 55. Vacation: in may w my boy, out in the mountains with no neighbors and a jacuzzi 56. Pair of trainers: i get a new pair of no slips from walmart every few months bc mine get so nasty so fast

MORE GENERAL: 57. Eating: i like food sometimes 58. Drinking: water........ 59. I’m about to: write some replies 61. Waiting for: replies lmao 62. Want: this tummy ache to go away, my feet to stop being so cold, this headache to stop 63. Get married: who knows 64. Career: maybe a marine biologist........... or like.......... underwater photographer........... ,i just fuckign love the ocean and the things in it so much

WHICH IS BETTER 65. Hugs or kisses: smooches 66. Lips or eyes: lipsss 67. Shorter or taller: i like em all 68. Older or younger: older bc younger than me is like.... babbies 70. Nice arms or nice stomach: i LOVE tummies 71. Sensitive or loud: squints .72. Hook up or relationship: relationshops 73. Troublemaker or hesitant: im a weenie

HAVE YOU EVER: 74. Kissed a stranger: No 75. Drank hard liquor: Ye 76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: i lost my fuckin sunglasses in the ocean but that was my fault. and i dont wear anything prescription so,,,,,,, 77. Turned someone down: yes 78. Sex on the first date: nnnno? 79. Broken someone’s heart: shrugs 80. Had your heart broken: ye 81. Been arrested: almost 82. Cried when someone died: yyyes 83. Fallen for a friend: my bf was my friend and still is so??

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

84. Yourself: sssure. yes. 85. Miracles: sure? 86. Love at first sight: i guess but also........... idk more like. interest in a person and getting to know them at first sight. so. 87. Santa Claus: i was never rlly raised to believe that like... ever 88. Kiss in the first date: follow ur fuckin dreams. i love smooches.  89. Angels: nah

OTHER: 90. Current best friends name: SAV SLEEPS MARY AND LUKE. theyre the ppl i talk to most. lov them sm. 91. Eye color: Blue or smth 92. Favorite movie: fuck idk. song of the sea. yeah. I tag a bunch of ppl that wont do it but i need to make it look like i have friends ok @wifeylittleboy @reptilixns @currentlysleepwalking @dapper-banana

#me #about #long post

[hellfire-damnation]

*PERSONAL DETAILS

Nicknames? Sav, Nan, Nannie, Savage (that one was once but it was hilarious)

Where do you live? Good ol’ California

What’s your age? 20 soon to be 21

Hair color? Lightish brown/dirty blonde? Depends on how much I’m in the sun.

Eye color? Green; occasionally yellow when they like to be weird

Height? 5’3”

Date of Birth? 08 January 1997

What’s your star sign? Capricorn

Element? Earth

How many siblings? nada

How many pets? Two; a doggo named Zeus and a kitty name Quinn. Until a year ago I had four doggos and two kitties but they were all rather old..

Obsessions? Writing. Maaaybe Tom Cavanagh but I haven’t decided on that one yet :P

Bad habits? I talk back/am sarcastic af when i probs shouldn’t be; constantly second guessing myself

Phobias? Heights man. Fuck heights.

*ABOUT YOU

What makes you happy? My family.

What really irritates you? People who are rude fuckers that don’t acknowledge that I (or someone my age) has experience and know what they’re speaking about. Also just. Rude people in general?

What makes you sad? Seeing people who have been discarded by society when they need help and cannot get it.

What makes you angry? Disrespect, misogyny….quite a few things but I can’t think of them all.

What makes you scared? Losing the people I love.

Who is your best friend? I have two, both of which I’ve known for almost ten years. The one, a guy, I’ve been friends with for about six or seven years. The other is a girl who I’ve known for approximately five.

Ever broken a bone? Surprisingly no.

What was the last CD you bought? Uhhhhhhhh Mumford and Sons I think?

What was the last book you read? Meddling Kids by Edgar Cantero

Who was the last person you spoke to? My best friends

What was the last thing you ate? Pasta

What was the last thing you drank? Coffee

What’s the best thing you’ve ever bought? A computer for school (bc first big girl purchase)

What’s the worst thing you’ve ever bought? tbd

What’s the best thing you’ve ever been given? A 2nd edition of the Lord of the Rings Trilogy is the first thing that comes to mind

What’s the worst thing you’ve ever been given? ....gag gifts are pretty awful

What are your future goals? Teach

Describe your bedroom? Decently sized, though not huge. I like to call it cozy. Light blue walls with a map on one side along with wall accents. A window on the right wall with some shelves

Who do you consider the most beautiful woman in the world? Tbh Gal Gadot or Scarlett Johansson

Who do you consider the most handsome man in the world? Tom Cavanagh ranks pretty high up there tbh

Favorite thing to do on a hot summers day? Swim, read a book, or have a picnic

Favorite thing to do on a snowy winters day? Curl up with a fluffy blanket, a cup of hot chocolate or coffee, and read my favorite book

If you were granted 3 wishes, what would they be? tbd

If you could go back in time to see or change something, when would it be and what would you do? I would definitely go back to the middle ages (bc like. King Arthur is my shit and uh I would kill to see the factual side of that legend).

What’s the first thing you think about when you wake up? Stress

Do you believe in the afterlife? Yeah I do

Where do you see yourself in 10 years time? Hopefully with a steady job, an apartment, and animals

What’s the funniest joke you’ve ever been told? ...people don’t really tell me jokes

Any hidden talents? I can get a perfect score on the Guitar Hero version of Black Magic Woman, if you consider that a hidden talent??

Dream job? Researcher for a private institution or as a history professor for my area of specialty

Who is your hero? My grandpa

Describe yourself in 3 words: Stubborn, Curious, and

*FAVORITES

Favorite color? Blue, green, or yellow i can never choose

Favorite number? Any odd number tbh

Favorite animal? Caribou (or dogs)

Favorite sport (to play)? Baseball

Favorite sport (to watch)? Baseball/hockey

Favorite Show(s)? Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries, Supernatural, CSI

Favorite movies? The Lion King (tbh like 99% of Disney movies)

Favorite band? Mumford and Sons

Favorite song? Rn its Let You Down by NF

Favorite room in the house? My room.

Favorite food? Pasta.

Favorite drink? Coffee. I literally could not brain w/o it.

Favorite place? tbd

Favorite cartoon character? Basil (Great Mouse Detective), Simba, Tramp, Snow White...probs more but I can’t think rn

Favorite day of the week? Friday tbqh

Favorite day of the year? Any day when I am happy?

Favorite season? FALLLLL

Favorite Holiday? Christmas bc presents/birthday right after/family

Favorite girls name?Freyja.

Favorite boys name? Lincoln.

Favorite country? France or Gerrmany.

Favorite smell? Cinnamon and vanilla or the smell after it rains

Favorite sound? The crackling of fire wood

Favorite accent? UGHHHH tbh Russian or German or Australian

Favorite Ships (in or out of BDRP)? I am not gonna list them all bc I am multishipper trash but JUST KNOW there are a lot.

Favorite Fandoms? motherfrick...Supernatural, Harry Potter, and The Flash/Legends of Tomorrow are some of my biggest but I have quite a few...

*PREFERENCES

Coke or Pepsi? Neither. That shit is nasty.

Pen or Pencil? The pen.

Day or Night? Midmorning or just before dusk.

Cat or Dog? Both. Equal opportunity for cuddles.

Summer or Winter? Winter. You can get warmer faster than you can cool down. Plus CA summers are miserable.

T.V. or Radio? Radio.

Brains or Beauty? You can be both smart and beautiful.

Cup or Mug? ...mug?

Tea or Coffee? Coffee

Gold or Silver? Silver

Brush or Comb? I don’t use a comb so brush.

City or Country? Country. God I hate how crowded cities are.

Early or Late riser? Early bird man.

Blond or Brunette? Either.

Scary or Romantic movies? Tbh most romantic movies are lowkey scary bc the tropes they perpetuate are everywhere but ANYWAY. Depends on the scary movie.

Board or Computer games? Board games, actually.

Half full or Half empty? Half full.

Happy and poor or Sad and rich? Happy and poor, always.

Glasses or Contacts? Glasses

Flowers or Chocolates? Chocolate. You can’t eat flowers.

Love or Money? Love

Hugs or Kisses? Both duh

#bdrptask #mun questionnaire #//posted here bc i was logged in here