#that's one of the coolest most wild stories on how you got into that school

[polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup]

Michelle used to call that kind of look the what-the-fuck-are-you-doing-kid look.

This line. This. Is my absolute fav. As a kid who grew up mostly on the tipping edge of poverty and middle class and somehow managed to land myself in a prestigious private school (a kid had the same name as me, i got called. They decided to take an impromptu test cause they didn't want to send me back. I aced it. And they were impressed enough to give the seat. I remember my parents being so proud. My dad went and bragged to everyone in our neighbourhood) I would get that kind of look a lot. 'Oh why didn't you submit the project on time?' "Nothing, just the ceiling cracked and fell and most of us on that floor had to evacuated, and a lot of our stuff got buried! Haha!"

oh yeah, michelle and peter are both in a student populace where like, the vast majority of the student body goes home to a completely different universe. the teachers are way more suited to dealing with "my driver will bring my homework later" not "the floor had to be evacuated and all our stuff is gone."

and like. the teachers are not going to fix it. the fuck are they going to do? so you just end up with this useless, awkward look

#that's one of the coolest most wild stories on how you got into that school #like damn that's a wild coincidence but its a huge credit to you that you nailed that test on the turn of a dime #thank you for sharing it #your dad was so right to hype that shit up that's cool as fuck

[piratefishmama]

For One Night Only | Part 2

Eddie remembered a lot about Steve Harrington, so to get this fresh new perspective on him… it was wild. He remembered a jock, the king of Hawkins High, the king of Hawkins in general, women wanted him, men wanted to be him, or in some cases men also wanted him. Rich, popular, kind of a jackass at times but never mean enough to warrant dislike. Would have never associated with Eddie’s kind, but yet there he was, comfortable on Eddie’s hotel bed, one long leg crossed over the other as they moved on from pleasantries to business.

Steve wasn’t there as a social call, no matter how fun it might have been to catch up. He had a job to do, and Steve was good at his job.

“Alright, considering our history, or what little of it we have, it might be a good idea to use it if asked on the carpet how we met, I can spin a story about us being secret high school sweethearts who recently reconnected as friends if you want, really big you up to the paps.”

“As lovely as that idea is since high school me would have been thrilled to have been your secret sweetheart” Steve grinned “shut up, I was a nerd with a crush leave me alone” the snigger that followed only made Eddie smile, it wasn’t a hurtful laugh, and Steve’s smile was just to radiant to be mad at. “I said shut up!”

“Shutting up” the smile stayed though as he mimed zipping his lips. Adorable bastard.

“Anyway, as lovely as that idea is, too many people knew us in high school, if the press got word that it was a lie from one of our mutual past acquaintances, eh it’s a hornets nest I don’t wanna poke. Too many what ifs, but we could say that we went to school together, it’s true, we could say that we reconnected recently and… y’know, hit it off…”

“We are hitting it off.” Steve mused, tapping his finger to his chin in thought. “I like it, easy, close to the truth, very little room for mistakes. So I’m to be your date, not just a friend joining you for the evening?” That was what the invite had requested but… Steve was clearly amusing himself by making Eddie squirm a little.

“Mmmhm, yep. Steve Harrington, my date, Can time travel just exist already?”

“Haha, why?”

“Teenage me could do with a visit right this second to tell him Steve Harrington is gonna be our date someday.”

Steve covered his mouth as he laughed so sweetly, the picture of perfection as always. His nose scrunching just a little as he laughed. “Were you always this cute, Eddie?”

“Mmhm, once upon a time, I was even cuter, I swear.”

“I’ll believe you.”

“You shouldn’t.”

“I know, thousands wouldn’t, but I’ve always been a sucker for cute brunettes with big ol Bambi eyes, can't help but believe everything they say.” Eddie hadn’t felt his cheeks warm in years and yet there he was, hiding behind his hair, his complexion turning as red as a fire hydrant, stupid pale skin.

Speaking of brunettes, and incredibly convenient subject changes for the safety of his own composure. “Wait, YOU’RE who Nancy knows!”

“You know Nance?”

“She’s our manager now, man, gets us all the best shit! I met her in a bar after she totally blew off the journalism thing, something about sexist work environments and bosses who wouldn’t know a real story if it slapped them directly in the face. They kept giving her fluff pieces.” Nancy Wheeler, a fluff writer, the audacity of anyone who ever made that assumption. “Now she’s the most badass manager in metal history. I swear to god she’s made many a producer pale in fear at the very mention of her name.” She read all the fine print, with a goddamn magnifying glass. She’d made a grown men cry multiple times, it was badass. “She’s the coolest.”

Steve’s smile was so fond Eddie could have swooned just having it aimed at him, even if the fondness wasn’t for him, it was beautiful enough for it to be swooned over anyway. “She is, cool. I’m glad she found her people.” Even if they no doubt made a funny looking group, little not so primp and proper Nancy Wheeler among a bunch of metalheads. It fitted, in a strange kind of way, she’d always wrangled Mike easy enough.

“How did you uhm… y’know… it’s probably none of my business and I keep changing subjects so stop me if I keep jumping around I’m still a little flabbergast from seeing you at my door but uh… how’d you—y’know… what’s this uh… the whole thing like?” Steve tilted his head like a confused puppy and Eddie just kind of wanted to melt into the floor. “The escort thing.” He added on, for clarification.

“Oh, uhm. Chrissy? Chrissy Cunningham, cheer captain of ’86?”

“I know her, she and Gareth have this—”

“Thing! Yes, she talks about him regularly with Robin.” Robin? He doesn’t think to ask, Steve and Robin, Robin… who would be associated with Steve a Robin whom Steve would just mention as if expecting him to know. He only knew one Robin from those days, and he didn’t even really know her.

Just kind of… existed near her in band for a few months until his style of music pissed the teacher off enough to kick him out. Couldn’t be that Robin, right? Not important.

“Oh my god don’t tell me that and expect me to keep it a secret that’s brutal of you.”

“God, tell him, please, I didn't even know who he was but she keeps talking about him and waiting for him to ask her out. Eventually she’s just going to pin him against something and kiss him so—”

“Tell her to do that but god wait until I have a camera please!” Eddie Munson was not against begging, his grin wide and eyes shimmering with gleeful mischief. “It’s reciprocated, totally and completely one hundred percent reciprocated, he is so gone on that girl, it’s adorable.”

“I will let her know, at least now I know he's one of yours and a good guy." Gareth was the best guy in Eddie's opinion, like a brother to him, not that the others werent too, but... Gareth had known he was gay since Hawkins High. Just him and Uncle Wayne in the know, and he'd always been there to support him, Gareth was good. "Anyway… we ran into each other in this café that I’d gotten a part time gig at in Indy, she looked good, healthy…” he didn’t need to say that Chrissy had had a problem. But she had, and that problem began with ‘M’ and ended with ‘other,’ hers to be specific. “She was already doing it, loving it, I was dubious, asked if she was okay, if she needed help, but no she was loving it, thriving actually, and well… I like making people feel good, both emotionally and physically” oof that was a tone that went straight to a place it shouldn’t do “why do it for free, y’know? She got me set up and the rest is history.” He enjoyed himself.

He loved his job, his love language had always been acts of service, he liked making people feel good, liked making them feel wanted, feel loved, feel seen and heard. Eddie couldn’t help himself “ever do anything… y’know…?” He really wished he could help himself sometimes.

“Sex related?” The red in his cheeks only deepened, Steve didn’t seem offended, or upset, in fact his smile only warmed, eyes crinkling at the corners, gods above and below he was beautiful, how did anyone survive after a night with him, having to let him go? “Sure, like I said, if I’m good at something, why do it for free?”

“Even with…” Eddie motioned to himself

“You?”

“N-No! No, Men—wait sorry—that’s—that’s none of my business” he turned away to move, to pace, so much energy in his body suddenly there with nowhere to go “none of this is any of my business, I don’t usually ask these kinds of—I mean it’s really wrong of me to even ask this sort of—" Steve was just there so fast, hands on Eddie’s biceps, holding him in place, Eddie hoped he couldn’t feel him almost vibrating out of his skin.

“It’s okay, Bambi” Eddie’s eyes snapped up to meet Steve’s, his wide and unblinking, like a deer in headlights in the face of Steve’s so warm and understanding, Bambi really did suit him, Steve thought, his left hand lifting to rest on Eddie’s cheek as if to ground him, it worked. God it worked. “Ask all the questions you like, but maybe save some for later, we don’t have long before we have to go.”

“…Later you’ll be leaving though...” he didn’t want Steve to leave. He didn’t want his next time seeing Steve to be part of a lottery, would he come next time? Would someone else who Eddie didn’t recognise appear in his place?

“We’re hitting it off, remember? I’m sure there’s going to be an afterparty we can both be caught sneaking away from to hang out, right?” Eddie kind of felt like he was flying. He felt like a teenager again, a nerdy, virginial teenager. He refused to acknowledge that little goblin voice telling him that Steve was actually probably just doing his goddamn job, he was on the clock dammit. He just wanted to have this. “You can ask me questions then, I promise I’ll stay.” He didn’t have anywhere else he needed to be.

“…Yeah… if that’s okay with you.”

“More than. Now how about you introduce me to the rest of Corroded Coffin, we all need to be on the same page before we get there.” Work now, catch up later. “Sooner we get this over with, the sooner we can ditch the after party to hang out.” Eddie giggled, an honest to gods little giggle. He really did feel like a teenager again, only Steve was looking at him. Holding him. Grounding him. Steve Harrington was seeing him.

Teenager Eddie would have shit a brick.

“Alright, I’m warning you though, I think you let Tommy H. stuff Jeff into a locker once so don’t expect a warm welcome.” Steve grimaced a little but nodded. He was a different person now, but that wouldn’t erase the mistakes he’d made as a stupid teenager. Plenty of bridges to rebuild and apologies to give. Jeff wouldn’t be the first or the last.

“Bring it on, Bambi.” Eddie could only hide behind his hair again, bashful and flustered.

Part 4

#For One Night Only #PirateWrites #Steddie #ficlet #Stranger Things #no upside down au #Escort!Steve #Rockstar!Eddie

[unsleepingtales]

A lesson I have learned about myself in the past few months is no matter where in the world I am I will make time for fantasy high!

Greetings from Not Home, my sleep schedule is absolutely fucked. Without further ado let’s dive right into episode 18 (!!)

So. Picture the ocean.

Burth Bakarath <3

Yeah the fact that they’re allowed to hold the election off of school grounds is still wild to me

Oh my god MURPH came up with Gerard Neigh???? Love him so bad

Happy Birthday Me And Congratulations President Applebees

Ooh okay so they’re trying to get the nightmare king to fuck with the ship?

Sprak!

I love ship stats!!!!

As the birthday boy/most popular kid in school ☺️

The bad boys are steering the ship!!

I love the dynamic of the Most Powerful Girls In The World and The Coolest Guys

Hey guys be nicer to Jawbone please

K2 was such a gift to Ally

! My stepdad lives on a houseboat !

(Lou making panicked flailing sounds)

Emily. Fully making matcha.

I’m gonna do a full matcha ceremony!! It always makes the meth go down smooth!!!

What the fuck is happening guys. Am I out of it or is this just unhinged.

Classic back of house actions

I’m SO glad that Fight Me In The Sky is an enduring bit

ASO reference??

Take one and pass it on!

Oh my god look at the little party lights on the Hangman mini!! It’s so nice!!

There’s always time for a weird jawbone story!

Cmon mannnnn

We were all rooting for you!

Beautiful. Majestic. BAM.

Ooh what does Zac’s shirt say?? It’s blocked by the cloud. World Oyama something

I know it’s huge actually but the teeny tiny dragon mini is so cute

Yeahhh let’s keep it voting!

Murph’s hair looks very nice!

Zac’s shirt says World Oyama Karate!

What does knocked prone mean in this situation

Oooh Adaine had silvery barbs now!

Zac just Lives in crit city now

Gorgug Thistlespring the man you ARE…..

Keelhaul the fucking dragon hell yes

Thank fuck for uncanny dodge

Aaaaaaaa gorgug

And there’s the shot from the trailer!

We’re actually being attacked by dragons, we’re just making it fun!

I am trying to scroll tumblr as I watch the episode and I am fighting for my fucking LIFE to not get the Beardsley wild moment spoiled

Ayda!!!

‘Remember when we died?’ Oh you two are best friends who died together <3

Even the dragons look afraid

The nightmare king!!!!

Oh that hand is so coooool

Damage thresholds are so great

Oooooohoho Eugenia love you

Ain’t no party like a seacaster party cause a seacaster party blows up!!

I’m so glad that Riz likes his teacher now

I’ll be nearby! But I Have To Go

Steve Kornacki mention !

Have they guaranteed that everyone at the party is voting for Kristen? That’s just a given at this point?

I love the rain animation so much but it is kind of distracting unfortunately

Adaine Abernant PARTY WIZARD

Oh FUCK

God they keep saying Gerard and it keeps catching me off guard.

Solo Baxter? No Sandra Lynn?

“(mouth full of almonds) Oh my fucking god” cc writers ilyyyy

Zac was that to the tune of grandma got run over by a reindeer

They work together so well!!!!

I love Eugenia’s energy

I am gonna have it dissolve her. If it works.

She’s going to Hudol! She’s going steady with Perceval!

Literally 50/50 odds but we all know how this is gonna go

Zac fully dming this moment is beautiful

She might be pregnant??

You had your chance, and what you did was say blimey

She extrudes through time back to… England.

Heyyyy tornado!!!

Yeah how do you go back to plot after that

Oh fuck!

Oh god the editing for the sneak peek for next week was fantastic

#fantasy high junior year #reactions #verbal component

[dingusfreakhxrrington]

Being His Best Friend - Eddie Munson Headcanons

just some headcanons of what i think it would be like to be best friends with eddie munson (including a little bit of what it would be like to be crushing on said best friend)

being eddie’s best friend didn’t come without it’s challenges

for starters you had to put up with his loud personality, not that it ever bothered you too much

it took a while to get used to when you first met him but eventually you learnt to love how he was always so unapologetically himself all the time

it was a quality you admired most about him

speaking of him being loud, eddie likes to tease you, like a lot

you have a crush on someone? he’ll know for sure and he will tease you about it all the time unless it’s him you’re crushing on, then he’s painfully oblivious for far too long

your crush walks by? he’s giving you that look, the one where you can tell he’s only seconds away from making stupid little kissy noises and mimicking you telling them how much you love them

if you’re not crushing on anyone or crushing on him but he’s too much of an airhead to notice he will just tease you about random things like how well or bad you did on your recent test or how silly you looked when you tripped over nothing while walking over to meet him

aside from the teasing, eddie is a really great friend

as the certified town freak, eddie doesn’t really care what other people say about him or how they treat him, he’ll just be his usual self and yell something back at them while pulling a weird face

when it comes to you, however, he gets pissed if someone says anything that could hurt you

you’re his best friend, only he’s allowed to bully you

would definitely be a little too protective of you, especially if you’re the quiet type or someone who doesn’t like showing when they’re upset

you both hang out a lot, like all the time

in his trailer, in the woods at school, even just sitting in his van for a while before or after hellfire

if you’re open to getting a little high or drinking then he’ll definitely take you up on it, though he’d never make you do it if you didn’t want to

getting high with eddie is always eventful, even when you just end up lying on the floor giggling like idiots about something stupid

getting drunk with eddie is another matter

drunk eddie is definitely a hot mess, in all meanings of the word

he will probably hit on you, just for the sake of teasing you unless he actually likes you

he’s also prone to spilling beer over, well, everything

it’ll be over you, over him, over the carpet, you name it

he just can’t help but swing his arms around with the beer in his hand while he’s telling you some wild story or complaining about something

if he’s got music on and a particularly good song comes on he will be up, dancing around like a fool while he screams along to it, even going as far to whipping out some air guitar

sometimes he goes too hard with the dancing/air guitar and will stumble and fall only to laugh at himself before getting right back up again

when you’re hanging out in his trailer more often than not he will pull out his guitar, asking you to listen to some knew riff he’s learnt

if you play guitar too he’ll probably even challenge you to a game of who can play the coolest riff or he’ll just ask you to play something so he can critique or gush over your playing

if you didn’t already play d&d before befriending him he will definitely try to convince you to join hellfire or at least to try it out

if d&d is’t really for you he won’t persist, though he’s always grateful when you tag along to hellfire to watch them play or just when you let him talk out his next campaign to you

overall eddie thinks you’re the coolest person in the world and honestly wonders how he ended up with a best friend as great as you

feel free to let me know if you want to be added to or removed from my taglist!

#—dinguswritings ⌕ #eddie munson #eddie munson headcanons #headcanons #stranger things 4 #stranger things #stranger things headcanons #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fanfic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you

[basedkikuenjoyer]

Like I said, an obvious sign telling me it's a mimic didn't stop me from thinking "but what if it isn't?" I love Frieren for the after the journey story and all but mostly because I kinda am Frieren. Fun idea for D&D nerds btw, one thing that never got translated over into most RPGs is that old-school mimics were capable of speech. Anyways, figured out how to get pics from the game's snapshot mode over to here. I like games including the ability to take pics more.

Ahead is my favorite from the main story quest, and it's big spoilers for DQ Builders 2. So like...be warned:

Someone familiar with the game might recognize and anachronism here, I shouldn't have Malroth for this part. My bro, it's something a lot of people didn't like about the story and I didn't either. There's a traitor in Moonbrooke's midst, and he turns the people against your bro. Meaning our bro Malroth gets thrown in jail and blames you. Causes a rift that sets up the grand finale. I was pissed honestly. Like...you expect me to want to sit around and build for these shitheads after that? It's a black game, the game kinda forces you to feel like a bad friend because I was ready to tell Moonbrooke to go fuck itself. No seriously, I actually did commemorate the moment:

Yeah I just sat on the tower and made them defend their own damn castle for any of the battles. Talk about good Dragon Quest design. It's like what I said about the late-stage boss fight in DQ5. Furrowfield makes you feel the threat of dudes attacking your base. Those skeletons will make you have to rebuild a bit. Progressively past that it becomes less of a threat. Sorta frontloads the fear a Minecraft creeper strikes in you. Anyways, us flying over the field. I stumbled into that early. It did nothing to diminish the impact of one of the coolest moments in the game. Especially for an older fan of DQ2.

That's Rendarak in this game, or Rhone as I'm used to it. Moonbrooke is the snowy winter land this time. Rhone is a peaceful valley tucked away in the mountains. And even the main hero of the mainline counterpart's home of Midenhall is there. This is where you should get the reveal the world is all an illusion. Smartly using an iconic moment from Dragon Quest 2 that really holds up even today. When you finally get to Hargon's Castle in that...it looks like Midenhall. Home. You can stay at an inn or buy stuff at shops but when you leave it resets your stats and inventory. Cool trick right? Though it does lead to a fun little bug you can do with cursed equipment to make the final push less of a grind.

My mind was fuckin' blown honestly. Seeing that verdant field, seeing the name Rendarak, scary monsters just casually talking about how it's all an illusion. Wild. I honestly like the more eerie, bizarre feeling of just casually stumbling across this. And good on them for designing around my ability to just run around to parts of the island when I want. That's how I found a sweet portrait of the Princess of Moonbrooke!

#dragon quest builders 2 #dragon quest #draconic musings

[thornheartcat]

Winter 2024 Superlatives

Well the Winter 2024 season is drawing to a close so let's do a round-up! I wanna do this more consistently so let's go!

Show of the Season: It's Frieren dummy it's gotta be Frieren I mean come on FRIEREN

Best show that actually started this season and isn't a holdover from last one: Delicious in Dungeon! I mean what is there even to say other than "I'm so glad it's going for two cours and I hope it gets a season 2 after that"?

Best non-Frieren holdover show: The Apothecary Diaries. Sorry, Undead Unluck, I love you too, and you are still the holder of "show that most should've been bigger", but Apothecary Diaries is just SO GOOD!!! I'm so glad we're getting more next year I need more Maomao in my life

Biggest surprise: BANG BRAVE BANG BRAVERN. HOLY SHIT. I just wanna thank everyone involved because this is exactly the kind of wild gay shit I need more of in my life!!! Every week, I was like, "this couldn't possibly get better, or gayer (they are the same thing)" and then IT DID???????? Legendary, a true AOTY contender!

Runner up: 7th Time Loop: The Villainess Enjoys a Carefree Life Married to Her Worst Enemy!! I went into this one just because I'm a slut for time loops without any real expectations but it's actually really good! Rishe is such a good protagonist and, like her, I want to know more about Arnold! I hope this one gets another season! Also the author is on Twitter and she's so happy about how well the series is doing here it's so cute

Best sequel: This is tough because I love Blue Exorcist and this arc specifically and I'm really happy we got this season and that we're getting another one as well, but I think I may have to give this one to Bottom Tier Character Tomozaki-kun? Tomozaki-kun has done such a good job continuing to be like, anime self-help, but also just being like, a good story, about characters who feel like real people? I truly hope to follow Tomozaki-kun and his friends to at least their high school graduation, because they are so fun and interesting and realistic!

Best second cour: There's literally only one show in this category but I'll always take an opportunity to talk up Synduality: Noir! This cour made me CRY!

Show that most should've been twice as long as it is: Metallic Rouge! I like the show we have, but I do feel it would've been even better if it had at least two cours and thus more room to breathe. It's a shame the anime industry is in a place where a cool original show like this can't really go for more than one cour...

Show that I started watching hoping for delicious garbage but actually it was pretty good: Gushing Over Magical Girls. LOOK, I KNOW, OKAY. BUT IT WAS ACTUALLY PRETTY GOOD? I mean obviously the fetish shit is all there for you if you're into that but even if you're not it's not a TERRIBLE watch. I actually liked the characters and some of the shenanigans they got into!

Show I started watching hoping for delicious garbage AND BOY DID I GET IT: Chained Soldier. LOL this show is super dumb but it knows exactly what it is and god bless it for that. Sasuga Takahiro.

Most oddly comfy: Surgeon Elise. This villainess re-sekai isn't reinventing the wheel or anything but I adore Elise and her passion for medicine, and the soft color palette creates a great atmosphere. Definitely the best Korean webnovel adaptation this season.

Best romance: A Sign of Affection. Finding a boy who loves you in spite of your disability? Yuki is living my dream, I want what they have! I want to go on a date to Anime Costco!!! I'd really like another season of this...

Wettest fart: Solo Leveling. My coworker is obsessed with this series so I decided to watch it but I do NOT understand the hype. I mean it looks good enough and the music is great because Sawano but in the end it's just ANOTHER lame power fantasy about a dude who sucks but then becomes the most bestest strongest hottest coolest most amazing dude EVAR. Big "and everyone clapped" energy, especially as it goes on. This is just... slop. It's slop for the pig trough. You are pigs gobbling whatever garbage is placed in front of you. Have some fucking discernment.

Most excited for next season: Other than MORE DUNMESHI, I'm really excited for Konosuba 3 and Black Butler: Boarding School Arc, and as for non-sequels I'm looking forward to Kaijuu No. 8, the Spice & Wolf reboot, Jellyfish Can't Swim in the Night, and Mysteries, Maidens, and Mysterious Disappearances.

#Fiona's Anime Reviews

[katevd]

Dear Trevor

Today is strange.

As soon as we lost Trevor, I gained something. I started watching his videos, everything I had missed in 10 years. Through my grief I created. I started podcasting, I started doing what I had been putting off because why would anyone give a fuck about me or my stuff? I lost that fear. I could not waste my pain, a month and a half of mourning my childhood hero, and even if it was at the end of my childhood, I still needed Trevor and WKUK to be there for me. They became my adult Sesame Street. They became my happy space. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve seen season one of WKUK, blaring it throughout my house while home alone, staying home from high school my senior year dying my hair bleach blonde, listening to the Never song rushing into the living room saying ‘Did he just tell them how to make meth?’ They became my happy space.

And again, they are my safe space. The boiz, they have seen me in chat, read my comments. All of them have laughed at something I said…just not Trev. I found their videos and community after. I wish Trev would have seen me around, seen me as a fan. I’m sure he’d have some funny thing to say about my Tumblr or being friends with Carlotta but I wouldn’t mind, he’d be right. I wish I could tell him how he changed my life, saved my life during my parents’ divorce and my own PTSD bullshit. I felt like the coolest kid I knew because I watched a sketch group on FUSE. A part of a special club for dark humour and smart jokes.

I pray that his family is ok today; I pray that his son will grow up knowing his father was the coolest guy around, and everyone who knew him knew this too. We have hours and hours of him on video. The last year of his life spent with his best friends talking about their great show. What a blessing that the pandemic brought to us, 5 of the most talented guys I know sharing their experiences with us. And made us laugh.

I send love to his friends, Zach, Sam, Darren and Timmy. I pray that knowing how loved their friend and founder is bringing them some comfort. I thank them for all their work they’ve continued to do. They have strength, wild abundance of strength to march forward as they did. And to all the fans who kept on as well, we’re all much more powerful than we think.

Here are some things I think could help today:

1)      Write something, anything. A stupid story, something you’ve been meaning to write for a long time but never got started. Being creative this weekend has helped, tons. Even a nasty poem will work. As Trev says ‘You gotta make cum to be cum!”

2)      Call your family. Text an old friend. Tell them you’re thinking about them, love them. Ask them how their summer is going. Reach out to someone you’ve been meaning to say hello to. Tell the people you love you love them now. Have no regrets today.

3)      Open the door for someone. Tell someone they look good. Just spread kindness, we all need it more than ever. Was Trevor the best guy all the time? No. But was he good person some of the time, yeah. He loved his wife and his kid and he loved his work. Spread that love around.

4)      Be grateful for today. Be grateful for the things you have, even if it’s very little. Say out loud ‘I am grateful for ___” let the universe know how thankful you are and the things you hold dear.

5)      And finally, just jump into a sketch. Listen to a Trev song, watch some of the 24 hour marathon show, just be with him today. Leave a uplifting comment. Something like that to share the love.

                   Trevor, I love you and I miss you. I wish I got to say something to you while you were with us but now I get to bug your friends and I’m sure you’d laugh at that. You saved my life. You made my life worth living. You were the light at the end of the teenage angst tunnel and without you I’d be lame like everyone else. Keep watching over all of us dolllickers and inspiring us to be fearless, brave, funny and smart. We miss you so much, but your light keeps giving.

Love forever, Kate.  

#trevor moore #wkuk #whitest kids u know #podcast

[nejackdaw]

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Oh, someone actually asked alsnoanskw

✨ Ask Game ✨

Q1: Who was your first ever OC? Do you still "use" them? How have they evolved over time?

My first OC was Lancaster, who was just a dude I made in my head when I was like... 12? He wasn't made for anything, like a fandom, I just made him and then plopped him in a world so he could exist. He's like 8' tall, breathes fire, and he's a dragon knight (still peak design tbh. Dragons and knights are the coolest things ever.)

I honestly haven't done anything with him in YEARS. Like. Not a story blurb, not a sketch, nothing. For probably about... Five or six years now? I was still in high school lol. I have been thinking about drawing him again recently though! I used to draw him so. Much. I was going through old sketchbooks and he had some stuff in there, so why not?

Unfortunately, my memory is shot so I can't answer the last part very well! But I think that was kind of the point to him. He was a comfort character, so he evolved into whatever I needed. (I did scrap the dragon transformation bit though, lol. I remember that.) He went from a concept, to a feral, unhinged little guy, to more of a commander figure who's got his head on but can't stop looking at humans as snacks. Idk. He was important to me and got me through a lot, and I talked my friends ears off about him.

Q9: Favorite OC?

Uh, well. I've only got the one lmao. I've got DnD characters and Skyrim characters and other things, but those are specifically made for that media to be played as, so I don't fully count them as original. Probably not how that works! But like. The comparison is Lancaster, who's entirely original. So, excluding media-made characters, Lancaster by default, but if we do include everyone else: Moore, lmao, hands down.

He was a homebrew warlock (nothing OP, mostly very situational flavor abilities tbh) for the last DnD campaign I was in. It fizzled out--a chunk of the group left for personal reasons, someone else's character died and I don't think they got back into it, the DM wasn't happy with the work they'd done on it, etc etc--but we still had a great time while it was going on. He was, against his will, the life of the party. I want you to think of the most grudging, scowling, disapproving little antisocial alcoholic possible and then slap an unexpected redemption arc on him. He's like a shadow realm mom friend. Emotionally stunted except through necessity he's come to care at least about your general well-being and he'll yell at you about it.

Rambles. Rambles. If you get him going he won't shut up, and it eventually devolves into something nonsensical. The party LOVED IT when he got going just because of the lens he saw events through. Looks through a magic door and gets shot into some airless void full of demons trying to eat his soul? Nearly dies? Angrily rants at the local witch about how a bunch of ghosts were having a go like he's a buffet! Does he look like a five course meal to you? Ghosts! GHOSTS! He's sick and tired of ghosts! (The party was, at this point, unaware of the ghost inhabiting him, so this was out of left field.) He was so fun and somehow, I repeat, somehow, ended up being the voice of reason. Yeah. The disillusioned, grumpy, drunk little ghost guy who's got a problem with everything ended up being the logical one. (Yeah that was partially the ghost in his brain giving him magical powers and keeping him on track but like. Between a cannibal, Han Solo, a puddle, a skittish wild magic sorc, if Klee was in DnD, and an AA absentee, it's a miracle.)

One of my favorite moments that will live with me forever and was immortalized in a little drawing is the aforementioned cannibal (a blood hunter we met under unfortunate circumstances who needed blood to use his features and happened to be a shifter with big teef) cautiously warning against trusting the wizard we'd met because he doesn't trust magic users. Moore nodded, casually said he wouldn't trust himself either, and kept eating. The shifter, a little quieter, looked at him and said he trusts him. There was all of two seconds of silence before Moore started complaining that his dumbass decisions were rubbing off on everyone and they were all gonna die soon because no one here has a brain. (Yeah they ended up being gay together aodboana)

Q20: What story are you proudest of? Why?

(Side eyes my Google docs) UHHHHHHH

You know I was gonna go and sort through everything but that's, um, work. (Insert Hilda Goneril portrait.) So just off of "I actually remember writing it" I'm gonna have to go with what I've termed the Vampire Tyrik Fic. I wrote it like a year ago and at the time? Peak. I peaked. It is, naturally, an angst piece. It just is that's how I roll. But I got a lot of characterization in there and at the time it was genuinely, outside of academic work, the best I've ever done. Unfortunately now my writing has progressed to the point where I look at it and go "damn bitch, you write like that?" Anyway it was about the aftermath of my Dragonborn (Tyr) being turned into a vampire to enter the Soul Cairn and then being mortified he did it and coping with the morality of it. Erik was there. This was my Erik file. I like to choose a different follower per file to share the love but like. They're married. This was childhood friends to lovers + angst + emotional h/c. It will never see the light of day again. It's been buried respectfully.

Anyway, uh, I got a little jumpscared by someone actually asking, but it was nice! Ty anon 🌹

#ask game #for the record bread is very excited for lancasters pending return lol #and i love. i loooooove moore hes such a little bastard #uh s/o to the tyrik fic itll live forever in my heart #like tyrs untouched file lives on in skyrim. he killed alduin and promptly retired with erik to lakeview

[mediocre--writing]

Sad hc but Billy teaching Will about what’s going on with AIDS and giving him a really strict talk about it and being careful/cautious about who he gets involved with

Also, Billy helping Will learn to sort of “hide” his queerness in Indiana to keep him safe

oooooh i like this one

so i’ve seen another story or blurb about this (it was either on here or ao3 but i don’t remember who wrote it) but i really liked it and am making my own twist on it

steve and billy have been dating for a few months, now. the kids haven’t given them more than the wave of a hand at the specifics of their relationship, other than the ‘shovel talk’ the boys gave to billy, and the one max gave to steve

other than will. not in a critical way, no, just pure curiosity and wonderment about how they’ve managed to find one another and remain happy together

it’s not until a few weeks after wills initial wondering that things start to piece together, the stupid names his dad would call him, his dependency on mike, the way he never felt to strongly towards girls

will is gay.

how could he not have realized, all the clues were right there! maybe he was ignoring that part of him from the awful things that have been ingrained into his mind at an early age

but if steve and billy are met with love and kindness from their friends, then will should be too, right?

but with acceptance came one crucial point: telling people. will was not ready for everyone to know

so he went to an expert

steve had been brushing his teeth, getting ready for bed when he heard the doorbell ring. rushing downstairs, toothbrush still in his mouth, he quickly unlocked the door and opened it to reveal... a sweaty will byers

“uhh... kid it’s late and i—“

“i’m gay.” will cut steve off

steve’s jaw dropped and, as a result, his toothbrush went clattering to the ground

“that’s great! i mean, it’s not great— wait it’s good that you are— shit i’m no good at this? i’m sorry. billy is much better at dealing with these kind of situations,”

and steve left will standing in the open doorway as he ran upstairs, after bending down to pick up his toothbrush

will, shocked to his core, just stood, waiting in the open door

but how was he to know that the most surprising thing to happen that night was billy, groggily and probably just asleep, coming down the stairs quietly scolding steve (who was pattering next to him)

billy took one look at will, still bundled in coats standing outside the door, and gave a look to steve

“go make hot chocolate, we’re gonna be here a while,”

steve walked off to the kitchen and billy invited wills in, closing and locking the door and sitting down on the couch with will

“so... you’re gay?”

“uhhh... yeah”

“alright so what’s the story?”

“i’m sorry?”

“what made you realize you were gay, or who?”

will felt the blush creep up his neck and felt like dying in that moment. seeing the boy floundering, billy began speaking,

“when i was in california, there was this boy when i was 13, his name was jackson, and he was one of the coolest people i’d ever known. he skated, much better than max does, and he had this long, black hair and wore these cool, painted jean jackets, even when it was super hot outside

“he had really dark brown eyes and wore this cool, feather earring. he had the prettiest smile and we had been friends for years before that, but one day, we were sitting on the beach, and the sun looked so pretty shining down on his face, and i realized i liked him, a lot,”

will didn’t think that billy realized he was smiling as he reminisced. he doesn’t think billy knows that steve is peaking out of the kitchen listening either

“did you date?” will asked innocently, seeing the way the light in billy’s eyes started to dim at the question

“not, not really. my dad, he wasn’t a fan of our kind, if you know what i mean. we kind-of started dating at 14, snuck around for two years. we would go on dates, but would usually go in a group of friends so it wasn’t too obvious. we would kiss, sometimes, but we never were really ‘together’

“it’s the reason we moved here, ya know?” wills interest was peaked, “my dad caught us kissing and that, of course, wasn’t ok, so he moved us out to the most conservative place he could find, far away from california, and i haven’t talked to jackson since. but i found something better, i was lucky and i—for whatever reason—got steve,”

will figured that steve disappearing back into the kitchen was a result of the tears that were coming out of his eyes.

“so what’s your story, kid?”

“i think, i might like mike. but i didn’t realize i was even... gay until you and steve came out and were happy how you were,”

“ok, so why didn’t you tell your mom, or jon?”

“you guys understand. they would support me so much, but they just wouldn’t get how hard it is to feel, to feel this way! because, i don’t know everyone says we’re going to hell or are awful and i don’t wanna be hated because i like guys!”

wills eyes were all teary after his confession, and billy gave him a comforting side hug (will realized max wasn’t lying when she said that billy gave the best hugs) and steve came out with three hot chocolates

billy was still shushing him in his ear, whispering ‘i get it, i understand, you are still you, doesn’t matter who you like,’ and will swears he has never felt more comforted by anyone other than his mother before

will stopped crying a few minutes after, taking a cup of hot cocoa and sipping on it in peaceful silence

steve was more than half asleep on the opposite end of the couch, but billy was wide awake next to will, despite how tired he was earlier

“how much do you know... about, gay things?” billy cringed at the way he phrased it, but assumed joyce and jon weren’t exactly the best people to explain the situation to will

“what’d you mean?”

“like... aids?” billy set his mug down and leaned foreword, resting his hands on his knees, “you know anything about that?”

“i... have seen some things. not a lot, but i know of it,”

“well, i want you to be safe. this isn’t some thing you should be joking about at school or anything. it’s serious, like really fucking serious. i knew a guy, he owned a diner in cali, and he got it from... a partner... and he died. you understand that this is serious?”

will nodded his head quickly, billy continued

“you don’t sleep with just anyone, ok? you don’t seem like a person who would, but just be careful, always use condoms, always be careful. don’t do drugs, at all, because i’m not dealing with you if you become a heroin addict, ok?”

will nodded, but there was something in billy’s voice that told him that id he did get addicted to heroin, billy would try his hardest to take care of him.

“if you sleep with someone and you just want to be sure, get tested. its better safe than sorry, alright?”

“alright,” will nodded again. “what about you and steve?”

“we both got tested and we aren’t sleeping around with other people, we’ll be fine, kid,”

“ok, good,”

“no need to worry about us, ok?”

“i worry about all of my friends,”

“kid, i really want you to be safe, alright? and you know you shouldn’t really blab about this to the town, me and steve haven’t even told our parents, your little group are the only ones who know,”

“they already call me a f—“

“i don’t give a shit and don’t you dare call yourself that! you’re better than whatever shit they wanna call you. you’ve got a great future and you’re not gonna get it if some hick in this town kills you because you like dick, alright?

“i want you safe, and if anyone gives you trouble or you have questions, you can come to me or steve, any time, any day.”

billy’s eyes were intense and will felt small under them, but also felt safe and loved as an entire person, as who he truly is and who he wants to be.

steve was still snoring lightly at the end of the couch, making billy chuckle a little

“well, if it’s past 10:30, steve’s not gonna be awake, he’s an old man on the inside,”

will laughed at the comment and steve choked on a snore as he woke himself up, wild eyes looking around, catching a bashful will, who was still laughing

“wha—“

“go back to sleep, princess,” billy chuckled and steve nodded, laying his head back on the pillow and closing his eyes

“can i sleep over? my mom thinks i’m at mikes, and probably wouldn’t like me biking this late,”

“course kid, this house has like six extra bedrooms, we’re lucky steve’s all rich ‘n shit,” billy wiggled his eyebrows and led will to a guest bedroom and made sure he was settled in before going to pick up steve and carry him to bed

will figured he’d still have to tell his mom and friends, but he felt safe here with billy and steve, so he guessed things wouldn’t be so bad.

#stranger things #harringrove #steve harrington #billy hargrove #will byers #mw harringrove #mediocre—writing #will and bill(y) #billy x steve #steve x billy

[purplehoodiesimon]

i don’t have a number for you, so this is an open invitation for you to pick the number you most want to answer and answer that :)

You say that as if I read through ask game lists before reblogging them lol. Okay uhhhhhhhhhh

11. what’s something neat you’ve learned while doing research for something you were writing? also, how much do you worry about doing research in general?

I got to 11 and immediately knew I had to answer this. Okay so the coolest thing I've learned doing research for fic unrelated to YR is the Cŵn Annwn. They're this sorta spirit dog in Welsh mythology (I was doing research for a spn fic I never published) and they're usually little white dogs with red ears seen as a foretelling of death. They're from Annwn, the otherworld, and a part of the Wild Hunt. They also may be somewhat related to Gabriel's Hounds, which is an English myth. I have to physically restrain myself from adding this to like everything I write, I love these funky little dudes so much. I also made up the world's worst, most obscure joke after learning the pronunciation that requires like so much random knowledge to understand but I find it hilarious. Here it is: What would Blackbeard's ship be called if he was from Welsh mythology? The Cŵn Annwn's Revenge

Okay and now that no one's laughing and I look ridiculous, here's the coolest (sorta) piece I've picked up doing YR fic.

So during the writing of Dear Titanic, I was on a mission to have things about the ship super historically accurate and I spent like 40 minutes tracking ship records and stuff trying to figure out if any of the musicians on board personally knew the Captain. The consensus was I don't fucking know, I can't find anything. I also learned that there's like no records of the actual songs they played which was very annoying, and then I had a hard time tracking down popular music in the 1900s-1910s cause everything was from either the 1870s or 1930s and that was SO annoying. So that was fun! I learned a LOT about the Titanic writing it.

As for the second question, do I worry about doing research? My fellow humans of the tumblr, you are looking at a man that read the Prose Edda (Norse mythology), yes the actual Prose Edda not fun little compilations like Neil Gaiman's Norse Myths (though I did read that too, he did good with it), for fun in high school. You are looking at a man that spent the better portion of sophomore year reading the library's physics books during 5th/6th/7th period every day trying to figure out time travel (unsuccessful, entropy is a bitch, but I have ideas about breaking light barriers with neutrinos and deuterium). You are looking at a man who found Old Latin texts on alchemy and tried to translate them for a fic (unsuccessful, Latin is a bitch), and when getting into actual fic communities way back at 13 years old, would make their Harry Potter stories canon compliant by going through the books with post-its marking off scenes where the characters I was writing about weren't around so I wasn't breaking canon. In other words, no I don't worry about doing research at all. I worry about going overboard with it. And thankfully, I have chilled out a bit on making things canon compliant. AUs are so much fun.

Talk to me about my funky little words

#asks #i just vibrate on another frequency about research #you give me an interesting subject and i WILL learn everything i can about it

[iwillbeinmynest]

Redcove Harvest - Bucky x Reader(f)   Chapter 3

Authors Notes: Glad to know ya’ll are enjoying this! If you happen to really like it, please consider reblogging or commenting. It really helps me understand what parts you do or don’t like about my work. :)

AU: Farmhand AU and SingleMom!Reader

Word Count: 1.5k +

Notes/Warnings: (Notes are for the whole series) FLUFF, mentions of a past toxic relationship, a wild storm at the end, drama and a break-up, mentions of drinking, kids being adorable and ridiculous, kissing, romance and a tiny bit of angst if you look hard but nothing more than that of a Hallmark movie.

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 The next week went without a hitch. Bucky would show up at eight, and get right to work mowing the fields. After day four, he had both front fields mowed. He spent the next two days repairing all the holes and broken parts of the fence that lined the front of the property. After that, he cleaned up the fence line by cutting down saplings and removing weeds and vines. He even fixed the mailbox that sat out by the dusty road.

 This morning was supposed to be no different but as he pulled up to the house, thunder rumbled. He hopped out of his truck and grabbed his wide brimmed hat. He figured working in the rain might beat working in the early spring heat. He walked over to the tractor but before he could hop on, he heard her.

 “Bucky!” She shouted from the porch.

 He turned to see Y/N waving him over. He jogged her way and as he reached the steps, the rain started. 

 “What’s up?” He asked her.

 “Well, I figured with the rain I could steal you for some barn work.”

 “Oh,” He replied as he took his hat off. “Yeah, I mean I was still planning on mowing. I know you’ve got those three back fields that are still pretty high.”

 She waved the thought away. “It’s okay. I know it will get done. I need to get the goat barn fixed up and the horse stables need some minor repairs.”

 “Yeah, sure. Lead the way.”

 Y/N walked with Bucky in the light rain down to the yellow barn a couple dozen yards from the back of the house. 

 He’d been there a few times when he needed to talk to her or grab a tool. The goat barn was actually an old horse stable; the entire right side of stalls had been turned into one large stall that connected to one of the three back fields and the left side was a gardening workshop. One of the left side stalls had been turned into a small greenhouse. 

 Next to the workbench, in the garden shop, there was a large storage bin. It was lit up red with a heat lamp and he heard the faint sound of peeping.

 He walked over and, sure enough, there were at least a dozen little chicks running around or huddled under the lamp.

 “When did you get these?” He asked. He crossed his arms and smiled back at her.

 She stepped up beside him. “Yesterday. Steve had them ordered for me and they finally came in.”

 “Nice.”

 She shifted her weight and her arm brushed against his. She moved away and apologized.

 “Doesn’t bother me.” He reassured her. He really had no problem making contact with her.

 She cleared her throat and walked over to the large goat stall. “So,” she changed the subject. “There are several boards around this opening that leads to their pasture. I had a billy a year ago who was a menace and rammed into it all the time. I’m so glad I got rid of him.” She chuckled. “And, goodness, he stank!” She turned to Bucky, “Did you know Billy’s pee on their beards? Because I didn’t.” Her face twisted in disgust.

 A smile played at the corners of his mouth. “I did know that.”

 She huffed and grinned. “Yeah, well, I’m pretty new to this whole farm thing, so I’ve been learning as I go.” Y/N laughed at herself. 

 “New?” Bucky asked, surprised. “Looks like you’ve got a pretty good grip on it all.”

 She shrugged lightly, “I mean, I didn’t start from scratch. This was Gavin’s family’s farm.” She paused then clarified, “Gavin was my husband’s name. He grew up here and when his parents passed, he got the farm. He did a lot of the clean up when we moved in and he purchased the livestock and foul. He even cared for most of them - the chickens have always been my thing, though.”

 “What about the garden?” Bucky looked out the barn doors to the lush field full of greenery. The gentle rain was doing the day’s watering.

 “That’s all me, too, but I only started gardening a few years ago.”

 “Well, don’t sell yourself short. This is a lot of property, you’ve done a great job by yourself.” Bucky said as he opened the gate to the goat stall and stepped inside to examine the busted and rotting boards that needed replacing.

 “I actually had a good bit of help.” She said as she leaned over the chick bin and pulled out the water dish. She went to the large sink near the workbench and began rinsing it of poop before she filled it back up. “After Gavin died, Steve came over and showed me the ins and outs of cows and goats for a month or two.”

 That surprised him. Steve didn’t ever mention that.

 “Yeah, and his friend, Nat, showed me how to garden.” Y/N put the water dish back and picked up the feed dish.

 Bucky nodded to himself, “Nat has quite the green thumb for making gardeners.”

 “That she does.” Y/N smiled as she returned the now full seed dish.

 Bucky leaned over the gate and watched as Y/N tended to some seedlings that were on her work bench, spraying them with a squirt bottle. “So... can I ask what happened to Gavin?”

 Y/N nodded but didn’t say anything and didn’t turn to face him, she just kept watering the little cupped sprouts.

 “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have-”

 “No, it’s fine.” She turned to him with a somber look on her face. She took a deep breath and looked at Bucky. She wasn’t sure if she should say what she was thinking but, Gavin was dead, what was he gonna do about it?

 “Gavin...was a jerk and a bully,” She started.

  Bucky’s brows shot up but he kept listening.

 “And what’s worse, he had no idea he was like that. He thought he was a great man- and sometimes, he was- but he had a habit of belittling people he didn’t agree with. It didn’t matter what, if he didn’t like it, you were stupid for thinkin’ it. He had his way of doing things and that was that, anything else wasn’t worth his time.” She crossed her arms and looked down at her boots. “I’m sure you’re wondering how I fell in love with a man like that but it was easy. I met him in high school. He wasn’t as bad then but I figure that’s because he was still growing and learning. It’s not an excuse, but he got it from his daddy. Compared to his dad, Gavin was a saint. Charles was as mean as he was stubborn and Gavin got the brunt of that growing up and he had no way of dealing with it other than doin’ the same stuff to other people. He didn’t do it to me until we were married and being that we were so young, I just thought it was a wife’s job to do what her husband said.”

 Bucky swallowed and shifted his weight when she did the same, almost like they both broke out of the trance of story telling and listening.

 “But there were good days. He wasn’t a monster. He could be really sweet, actually. He bought me the chickens after one of our fights, built me the fence around the garden after another. He never said sorry, he’d just build or buy me something. And I appreciated it. I really did love him.” Y/N suddenly realized that in her rant she’d never answered his question. She flushed, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to go on about it. I guess I should get to it,” she chuckled.

 Bucky smiled at her from his spot on the gate. “It’s fine.”

 She took a deep breath. “Um, Gavin fancied himself a great driver, no matter his state. So, he went out with his friends one night and got plastered. He got in the car to come home and drove it into a tree at one hundred and ten.”

 Bucky cursed.

 Y/N nodded. “He at least had the decency to put me in the will when we got the house, so.” She shrugged her shoulders.

 Bucky scratched the back of his neck. “Well, I’m sorry about all of that.”

 She smiled at him and Bucky got the sense she was only doing it for his sake.

 “I was too for a while. But I’m...happy, now.” Her smile seemed more genuine when she said that.

 “I’m glad to hear that.” He grinned at her. 

 Y/N looked at him for a moment before turning back to her plants. 

 Bucky also got back to work and they spent most of the morning like that, just working in silence. Bucky was even able to finish the woodwork in under two hours before he fixed a few breaks in the goat field fence.

 Around noon, Y/N invited him up to the house for lunch and after he declined twice, she finally insisted. 

 Bucky was happy to go.

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Bad Things Happen Bingo! The event where nobody’s sent me any sort of requests because I suck at being appealing and instead I go wild every time I think of a prompt fill idea. (Red cross is the completed prompt, character headshots are prompts I’ve already filled). 

You're not gonna scold me for playing my best, are you!

I. Uhm. Have an explanation for this? Long story short: a friend of mine tried to get me into Captain Tsubasa for years because we both are Inazuma Eleven fans and it's accidentally discovering the 2018 series' amazing French dub that got me into this mess, and now I'm down bad. It wouldn't be a certified Fly fanfic if it didn't focus on a secondary character with a chance of F/M romance. As it turns out, I think Matsuyama is the coolest guy and I'm too heterosexual for my own good so I ended up falling in love with that one scene in the airport. It's way too easy to do me in. I'm not sure if this story makes much sense. I didn't do a lot of medical research into the prompt and the characters may be a little out-of-character, but I tried my best to make this story a good balance between what canon gave me to work with and my own touch. I think the end result is pretty good. Also, I'm starting to think I'm immediately more receptive if a character's given name Hikaru because this is the third I write about for this one card.

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Little Things

Summary: Yoshiko may have missed school for an entire week, but it's going to take more than that to make her not notice it when something's amiss with the team she watches over - especially if it's about the one person she already can't stop looking at.

Fandom: Captain Tsubasa (nobody expects the soccer anime inquisition) Relationship: pre-rel Yoshiko/Matsuyama

Wordcount: 5K words

Event hosted by @badthingshappenbingo​​​

AO3 version available here.

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As spring made its way through Japan, Yoshiko caught the flu. It wasn’t even a strong strain – if anything, she got away lucky with it, only laid out in bed for a day or two (the two melted together and are now of the same watercolour hue) and spending most of the following days recovering or taking care to follow up on classes she had missed, courtesy of Machiko bringing those to her house every day after school and the soccer club’s practice were done.

“The guys miss you,” Machiko would always tell her, then wink as she prepared the same tease as always, “and I’m certain one of them more than the rest.”

Yoshiko could never reply properly, as every time her friend had made unsubtle comments on this one member of the team – oh, I’m moving out sooner than later, and telling him is a very intimidating idea, and he has other things to think about, I don’t think it’s worth it… – so, instead, she’d just chuckle her own embarrassment away and hope Machiko would continue with another topic (and she always did). That’s how it worked for around a week until things went back to normal for Furano Junior High’s soccer club.

Well, not really; or at least, Yoshiko is pretty sure something’s amiss with her favourite rowdy bunch of boys.

 It wasn’t like that when she first entered back the clubroom. Everyone greeted her more loudly than they usually do, telling her how much she was missed while she was gone, how glad they were that she was feeling good enough to come back to manager duties (and more generally school, she assumes). It was overwhelming to say the least – so much love, just for her? – and she ended up melting in place after some time: the shower of hot praises had softened her up so much that she could barely move until Machiko sent the boys to warm up and free up some air for her friend to breathe in.

It seemed like an ordinary Thursday in spite of her week-long absence: check the state of the field (no snow, but a strong, cold wind that kept blowing through her hair as she refreshed the white lines), clean up some balls, prepare warm towels for everyone. Machiko was with her for some of those tasks, but as usual, she was more on the field monitoring the warmups while she did most of the backstage things.

 However, as soon as she got to join her friend, the chilly early March air shaking the trees around the school, Yoshiko quickly started to get that feeling that something was… off and, right this moment, she’s still trying to figure out what that might all be about or even if it’s just her: it’s less like something she can put a finger on to precisely explain and more like a feeling she’s getting from observing the team from the side-lines.

Machiko may have been telling her everything she knew about soccer practice throughout the week; Yoshiko now isn’t quite sure about that fact. It’d be weird coming from someone like Machiko who is much more social than she is, never hesitant to go towards other people to strike a conversation and never too far away from information to gather, to omit information from her. It’s not either like this would be confidential information, so Yoshiko is left to wonder why that is. Maybe Machiko didn’t notice there was anything off? That has to be on her, then, if she gets such a feeling…

 It’s something about the pace of the training, she’d say. Usually, the team is pretty levelled in terms of speed, so for the most part, they run like a pack, with always the same at the front and back of the group as they make laps around the field: leading is their captain, closing in is their goalkeeper, and most of the tail is made out of their usual substitute players. It’s not snowing either, so their pace is undisturbed as they go around, and yet… something is just wrong and the fact she can’t manage to find what is irking her. It should come to her naturally, since she’s been the team’s manager for the past three years, and yet…

Oh, now she knows why today’s training session feels so weird to her: Matsuyama isn’t in the lead, today.

 The actual soccer practice starts and Yoshiko’s eyes keep drifting to the captain of the team as if he was the main point of focus of a team whose main strength is collective play. It doesn’t help that, usually, he’d be speaking to her about… well, mostly soccer, but it’s not an issue to her. The way he speaks about it, with fire in his eyes and passion for everything he does on the field, is more than enough to pull her through conversations entirely about how they’re going to beat Nankatsu this year. She can’t help but wish they do end up accomplishing just that, no matter how much most people wouldn’t put their money on a small junior high school from Hokkaido when so many other good teams are out there.

Despite that, for lack of a better word, Matsuyama is looking pretty defeated.

It’s less something in his words and more like the fact he doesn’t speak as much as usual. He’s a chatty person, the kind who seems like they’ll never shut up once they’re running: if the room is silent, you can expect him to fill it with whatever’s on his mind (usually soccer). Sure, right now, he’s telling her about the newest improvements the rest of the team has made (Oda has strengthened his shots! Yoshiko couldn’t really tell you because her actual soccer knowledge is pretty poor aside from manager tasks, but Matsuyama has a hawk’s vision when it comes to the team), but there’s something in how he says it that’s just deeply not Matsuyama.

Maybe it’s his posture? He looks a little slumped today, shoulders hanging lower than they should. Come to think of it, she can’t remember a single time she’s seen him this tired: even after matches he looks like he still has so much energy, be it in victory or defeat, even if he’s the injured one. He’s the one who gets back to his feet first, even with bleeding knees, who talks the team out of whatever funk they’ve gotten themselves into, who gives a hand so everyone can recover like he does and look towards the future again. Even if you can see rings under his eyes, they’re merely misinterpreted shadows.

Matsuyama, no matter how tired he must be, never shows it – how come a casual practice session sap out so much of his energy? And it’s barely even begun too! Was this day of school this tiring for him? Well, she wouldn’t know directly, considering they’re not in the same class; although it seems highly improbable for a couple lectures and drills to get this much out of him. No, no, it has to be something else – but what?

 The sound of Machiko’s footsteps don’t quite manage to make her snap her out of her reverie: it’s a warm, soft press of a hand who does instead.

“You look lost in thought, Yoshiko, is everything alright?”

She nods before replying in a hushed-down voice, “yes, everything’s just fine.”

“I don’t really believe it, you’re usually already preparing something for the guys when they’re practicing their techniques. There’s something on your mind, isn’t it?”

Yoshiko expects a light teasing that never arrives.

“Say, Machiko… Did anything happen to Matsuyama while I was absent?”

The other girl’s face immediately changes, shifts into a much more conflicted expression.

“Well… something did, yeah.” Yoshiko feels her heart skip a beat. “N-no, it wasn’t anything bad, he told me! He fell on his arm on Tuesday and bandaged it up himself. I admit I didn’t insist, since I had to take care of other things in your absence.”

Her eyebrow twitches on its own, but she can’t quite understand why.

“Hmm.”

Yoshiko muses, her eyes still stuck to Matsuyama, scrutinizing the bandage sitting right on top of the elbow, she now sees so much that it’s almost blinding. It looks fine enough, obviously, since he got used to patching up his bruises and cuts on the field himself in elementary school (a couple of the guys on the team told her so, always with a smile), so she isn’t sure why she’s staring at it so intently. Maybe it’s because she’s only now realizing she hadn’t noticed it yet, as if seeing him bandaged has grown into some sort of habit?

“I didn’t tell you that?”

“I don’t think you did. On Monday, you mostly told me about the improvements they made to the Avalanche Attack… and something about the jersey designs. I may misremember, though, I was still tired…”

“Considering it’s about Matsuyama, I doubt it.” Machiko doesn’t elbow her, but it feels all the same as if she had. “Sorry that I didn’t tell you, then. You look really concerned about him.”

“It’s… it’s not that, I think.” At long last, Yoshiko spares her friend a glance. “He looks a little… ill.”

Machiko’s obvious surprise, down to her glasses almost falling from her nose, immediately makes her doubt her supposition.

“What makes you think that?”

“He just looks so tired, more so than when the team finishes a match. He’s also less talkative than usual, and he’s slower too, and I’m sure there are rings under his eyes! I don’t even remember seeing that happen to him…”

“Come to think of it, I think you’re right…” She gives her a muted-down smile. “Why don’t you ask him about it? Surely he should be about to tell you what’s wrong with him, right?”

“Y-yes, of course, but he’s busy with the team! And what if it’s just me, Machiko?”

The manager-like serious stare she gets in response is nothing short of unexpected, “I don’t think it’s just you, Yoshiko. I can… I can see it too, now.”

She doesn’t feel any relief in learning she isn’t mistaken. If anything, she’d have preferred being wrong.

“Anyway!” Machiko is as enthusiastic as she usually is, breaking apart from her previously serious stance. “Let’s get closer to the guys and we’ll see if there’s really something wrong with Matsuyama. If so, you’ll be right there to help with it!”

She also doesn’t ask why her friend adds a wink at the end of her sentence.

“Then let’s do just that,” is all she says instead.

 As they walk to one of the benches around their soccer ground, Yoshiko can’t help but stare at the tiniest details rather than the bigger picture. Machiko mentioned earlier than the injury had happened on Tuesday – two days ago, then, right as the week started. What sort of wound caused by a fall would require someone to keep it bandaged for two entire days? She’s no doctor – far from it, even if, come to think of it, becoming a nurse sounds like a good fit – but that sounds like a lot of time to her, even coming from Matsuyama. He’s always been quick to recover, sometimes unsettlingly so, and even when she tried to pry into it, she’d find out he wasn’t lying. If he merely fell on his arm, why is he still in bandages? This isn’t like the band-aids she can see on the elbows and knees of the other members.

Kato comes to her and asks if she can take care of the hit he just took to the head. She wasn’t paying enough attention to see how that happened, but she still gets to work as soon as she hears how the others ask him if he doesn’t feel concussed. She runs to the clubroom and retrieves some ice from their freezer – they always have ice in there, she always makes sure of that, and runs back out with a towel. One thing the team has had to collectively learn not that long ago was to watch out for frostbite. She can remember losing her cool when they all realized Matsuyama had accidentally started inflicting some of himself after he had actually concussed himself during a match against Nankatsu.

She runs back out and, carefully, asks Kato to sit down and let her do her thing. She wraps the ice pack in the towel and delicately puts it where the ball has left a mark. From experience, she can tell it’s at least going to bruise, possibly swell if he’s really unlucky. Those are the exact sort of risks Furano has never been scared to take to win a match, but even knowing that never really puts her mind at ease as their manager. So much could go wrong and they wouldn’t have a care in the world if it happened to them.

A press of a hand next to hers and a quick “thank you, manager” tell her she can let go of the towel, now. Kato will be fine on his own.

 Yoshiko goes back to sitting on the bench, clutching the first-aid kit so she doesn’t start fidgeting with the zipper of her jacket. Despite the fact everyone’s doing their best, her eyes remain firmly set on Matsuyama as he practices jumps, tackles and shoots. He manages to feint even someone on the team with that tackle technique he’s developed – she can still picture the sparkle in his eyes when he introduced the concept of it, then the tears forming in them when he managed to use it for the first time. He’s such a hard worker that it only took him three days for that change to happen.

She zooms in on every bruise blue or yellowed out, every cut she can see on his limbs. The weather’s finally nice enough to allow them to train using jerseys rather than tracking suits, so every band-aid he’s had to put onto something is visible to all. The bandage on his arm is still white, against all odds, and it keeps nagging at her. Why is it still here? Is the injury under it this grievous? Should she even allow Matsuyama to play if so? Is Machiko downplaying the intensity of what happened just to reassure her? Why would she even do that?

She’ll ask him if she can check over that later. You’re supposed to regularly change a bandage, after all. It’ll make sense. Plus, well… Matsuyama trusts her, right? He won’t tell her no if she asks kindly, right? He’s not hiding anything from them, right? Why is she so unsure of everything, today?

 Machiko waves her hand at her, once again prompting her to finally take her eyes away from Matsuyama. Her friend’s eyes are filled with gentle worry, so much so that she’s feeling guilty about being the source of it.

“Are you still tired from your illness, Yoshiko?” Her voice is as soft as her gaze. “You’ve been spacing out since training has begun, everyone’s getting worried!”

“I have? Oh, sorry! I promise everything’s fine, it’s just that…”

The other girl sits down, gets closer, whispers, “you’re still concerned about him, right?”

“W-well, yes, I am… I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Machiko smiles. “It’s the duty of a manager to worry about the players she watches over, isn’t it?”

“I suppose you’re right.”

 They both sit together, silently watching over the practice session. The boys are loud enough to fill in the air for them, they don’t need to speak for the ambiance to be lively. It’s not like Yoshiko has a lot to say anyway: all of her thoughts keep looping onto themselves like a snake biting its tail. Her eyes have trouble focusing on anything but the captain of the team, who’s… not playing his best, to say the least. He keeps getting tackled by the rest of the players and has missed three – make that four – shots already. Surely everyone else is noticing something’s off, right?

Beads of sweat flow down his legs and arms, tainting the bandage further in splotches of darkening grey, cheeks red and the rest of his face pale. The more she sees him, the sicker he looks, shoulders heavy with the weight of fatigue and breathing rasping against inflamed airwaves. Even his sense of balance, which is usually the least of his issue even with an injured leg, is getting more and more hazardous, closer to a coin flip than the usual sense of equilibrium he brings to Furano’s field play. It hurts to watch.

A tackle once again sends Matsuyama flying to the ground and Yoshiko doesn’t wait for anyone else to react before jumping to her feet and running to him, the first-hand kit firmly in her trembling hands.

 “Are you alright?!” She asks in a urgent cry, kneeling in front of him.

Suddenly out of breath, she watches him struggle to get a footing again, his arms failing to rise him back from the ground. His right one is stable, but his left is trembling and he grits his teeth harder whenever he tries to push himself on it.

“I’m… I’m fine,” he rasps out, an eye squeezed shut and the other halfway there.

“You don’t seem like so, though…”

He does manage to get to his feet, but before he can do much of anything, he staggers forward. It takes all of her physical strength and self-control not to let him meet the ground. He’s a lot heavier than she is and while he could easily bridal-carry her without breaking a sweat, the opposite very much can’t be said. Still, she does manage to sit him down to the ground so he doesn’t fall over.

“I’m fine, Manager, I promise.”

Now that she can look at him from up-close, all of her fears have been confirmed: the rings under his eyes are darker than she thought they were and the contrast between the hot red airbrushed over his cheeks and the white of his skin startles her a little too deeply for her to put into words. Heat remains on her palms.

“You’re sure, Matsuyama? You look under the weather…”

He stares at her dumbfounded for a moment, mouth half open and both eyes staring into a void between him and her, “…I do?”

Her heart sinks in her chest: if he doesn’t even try responding to this with a boastful speech, then…

“Can I still check you over, please? I want to make sure you didn’t scrape anything in your fall.”

If her eyes don’t mistake her, he just got redder than he already was – but to be fair, it’s probably just her.

“Oh, yeah, sure, no problem.”

 He gives her his left arm, on which he tried to catch him up when he missed his jump earlier. Most of it is unharmed, thank God, but he did scrape a large area of it under the bone. It doesn’t look too bad and, to be fair, Matsuyama doesn’t even look like it bothers him that much when she’s manipulating the limb to get a good view of the wound. Most of it is surface-level and it doesn’t even bleed, so she immediately gets out the bottle of disinfectant and apologizes for troubling everyone by being in the middle of the half they were all training in. In silence or words of reassurance, they all switch sides.

“I’m sorry, it’s going to sting,” she says under her breath as she dibs a cotton bowl with the pale-yellow liquid. Its pungent smell is muted by the fresh air and that of… something else that, in turn, smells just as strongly, it’d seem – too bad she’d rather have the disinfectant overpower it.

As soon as she dabs the cotton on the scrapes, she hears grunts coming from a usually chatty Matsuyama. Most of the time, when she has to treat his wounds, he tells her about whatever’s on his mind. It’s only now that he’s quieter than she is that she realizes how comforting it actually is to listen to him as she works, even if sometimes he has to repress a scream if the injury’s a bit too painful. He’s really out of it and it scares her more than she can admit to him. She’s the manager, she has to be the strong one in this situation!

“You feel warm,” she muses out loud.

He chuckles, albeit it lacks the almost aggressive enthusiasm it’d usually have, “isn’t that just because I’m moving about and my body heats up as I do?”

She supposes he’s got a point. Still, he’s managed to convince himself he couldn’t have been feverish because of that once before, and while she has no way to test her theory

 Her hand ends up caressing the stained bandage. Its edges have been tainted red and it’s started to come apart at the edges of the medical tape.

“Uhm, Matsuyama… can I check under your bandage to check if you didn’t injure anything else there? I’ll need to change it too, it looks damaged.”

“Oh, sure, go ahead, Fujisawa,” he barely replies, with glassy eyes vaguely staring in her direction and a droopy smile. “I’m in good hands, I don’t mind anything.”

She has to repress the urge to squeal, but quickly goes gets back down to Earth.

“Do you mind if I do that inside the clubroom? I don’t want to make everyone wait for me to be finished, it may take some time…”

“If someone says anything about it, they’ll have a word with me first.” He laughs again and she can’t help but follow a little. “But sure, if you think that’s for the best, then let’s do that.”

 He’s being surprisingly patient, so she may as well use that as an opportunity. She puts away everything she’s used into the first-aid kit, then gets to her feet and gives him a hand. For the most part, he has no trouble getting up: it’s only when she lets go of his hand that he sways a little, but nothing too serious happens as a result of that.

Their clubroom doesn’t exactly have an examination room like an infirmary would, but it does have a table and some chairs and that’s far more than enough for why they’re here. She invites him to take a seat, then takes one herself to face him, and puts the kit next to her. She has to thank whoever chose the furniture for this room for picking a table that makes her case easy to reach as she’s sitting.

 Slowly, she unwraps the bandage around the arm.

“What happened to you?”

“Machida didn’t tell you?” He sounds genuinely surprised. “I fell during practice and hit my arm on a rock. Since she was busy taking care of the others already, I patched it up myself! I’m sure the bandage’s not as good as something you’d do, Fujisawa, but I think I did a good job at it.”

The bandage is a little stickier than she thought it’d be. It’s not exactly stuck onto his skin, but she has to yank it off at some point, taking Matsuyama by surprise and prompting him to yelp in either pain or surprise.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you!” She quickly spits out before finally getting off the rest of it, putting the bandages on the table and preparing new ones. That’s when the pieces finally fit together.

“…Matsuyama?”

“Yes?”

“Did you disinfect your wound before bandaging it up?”

He stares down at the floor, a bead of sweat on his temple, an eye twitching.

“…”

 Between her hands is a red, swollen cut. While she can’t see any puss coming from it, she can’t say she didn’t expect it as soon as it hit her. It makes sense with everything else she’s been observing, and yet, now that she’s right in front of it, she feels intimidated. She knows it could’ve been worse, that surely whatever he did protected it from further infection in some way, but it wasn’t enough. Some dirt must’ve gotten into it before he patched it up the first time. To think that, if she had been here, that wouldn’t have happened…

“Your wound’s gotten infected,” she states with half of her voice. “I need to disinfect it, but it’ll get painful. We must have some medicine somewhere; I’ll get you some once I’m done with this, o-okay?”

She wishes he didn’t put his available hand on her shoulder to reassure her – again, she’s the one who needs to be the assertive one now! Why is she so meek!

“Sure thing. Thank you, manager.”

 Yoshiko takes a deep breath, then takes another cotton bud and repeats her earlier process. However, this time, she knows she’ll need more than one, and she has to be more careful. If she does one wrong move, she may make something unfortunate happen.

She apologizes every time she hears him grunt or whistle. It doesn’t please her to hurt the one person she loves the most in this club, but she’s also gotten to learn over the years being this club’s manager that pain is sometimes a sort of necessary evil: she’s trying to fight off another pain, one far more dangerous than a disinfecting a wound, she’d say, because she’s still scared of how slow and quiet Matsuyama is. The chatterbox of the team, the one who’d put himself on a soapbox to defend his vision of soccer and the honour of his comrades, shouldn’t be this quiet, even if it’s because she’s hurting him. It’s not her first time taking care of his cuts, so… so she shouldn’t be this tense. All she needs to focus on is making sure the infection won’t get worse.

Once that’s done, she lets out a stressed exhale and makes sure this wound can’t get worse: a compress against it, a bandage around the zone, medical tape to ensure it can’t move around. If it came to her, she wouldn’t even allow Matsuyama back onto the pitch to practice, but she knows better than this: even if she pleads, he’ll find a way to make her say “yes” in the end. He doesn’t realize it, but she’d do everything he told her to do if it meant making him smile. Of course, she knows he’d do that for the sake of the team too, and that’s why she couldn’t ever say no.

Even when she’ll leave the country, never to see him again.

 “Here you go,” Yoshiko tells him as she throws everything that needs to be away. She’s not unsatisfied with having insisted they needed that medical wastebin.

As if testing the quality of her service, he pats the new, pristine bandage, then looks directly into her eyes. His are still glassy and the red hue on his face hasn’t gone anywhere, but he already seems to be closer to her than he was earlier. That’s undeniably something for her to get relieved about.

“Thank you very much, Fujisawa. I don’t know what we’d do without you.”

“You’d still have Machiko.”

“I guess that’s true,” she’d do so much for his laugh, “but you’re the best manager out there.”

She’s fortunate that she’s got her back turned to him because, right now, she’s red all over. They’d match quite well. Still, she doesn’t want that to be because he’s feverish of all things, so she quickly gets the antibiotics she was searching for, gets a glass of water, and hands him the both of them.

“Thanks again, Fujisawa.” He doesn’t even question her before gulping down the pill she gave him.

 She sits back down, surprised that he hasn’t left running yet. Perhaps he’s as tired as she imagines him to be. Fighting off both the pain and fever can’t have been easy for him on the physical side of things. Well, at least, if he isn’t practicing, he can’t hurt himself any further, she supposes…

“How did you even know I had that going on?” Matsuyama asks, still glancing at the bandage. “Even I had no idea about it!”

She doesn’t find the strength to look back at him.

“It’s, uhm… well, you seemed… to have trouble during practice.”

A blank in the discussion prompts her to lift her eyes back from where she was hiding them. Turns out he’s looking at the sky, arms crossed.

“Now that you mention it, I did feel slower today. Didn’t realize it came from an injury, though! You’re far more observant than you give yourself credits for, Fujisawa.”

“You… You’re welcome…”

She’s melting in a puddle now that concern isn’t keeping her together. This isn’t good.

“Can I go back to the team, now? They must be wondering what I’m doing!”

For a moment, she can’t find an answer that seems fair for the both of them. On one hand, she doesn’t want him to injure himself again, but on the other, keeping him here would be like forcing a bird into a cage, and she can’t bring herself to do that instead. The last option she has, then, is…

“Be careful, please,” she replies as she gets up from her chair too, fully intent on keeping an eye on him along with everyone else.

“I can’t promise I won’t scrape something again, but…” He scratches the back of his head. “I’ll try, okay? I’ll do my best so your hard work doesn’t get wasted!”

In spite of his condition, he still runs off to the pitch as if everything was fine, without a care in the world or so it seems.

 She picks up the first-aid kit she left on the table, turns off the lights in the room and follows him through the door and back to the outdoors, a blow of wind running through her air as she watches a team reunite at last.

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a sky full of stars (and she was looking at her)

Word Count- 2.8k

Pairing- Penemily

Summary- Penemily highschool au where they are paired up on a English assignment! Based on this post.

Part 1 of my, maybe we’re from the same star, series

Read it here on ao3

Tw’s- very small mentions of substances, minor swearing

A/N- this is the first installment of a series based on my yearning posts, and my first time writing romance/3rd pov, I’d love some feedback!

It’s hard to miss Penelope Garcia. With her bright clothes and brighter personally it seems like the sun shines a spotlight on her. Her golden hair is like a halo around her, she looks like an angel, and perhaps one of these days Emily will get the courage to talk to her beyond small talk and group presentations. She’s pulled out of her thoughts when the shrill bell rings, too loudly for her tastes but this whole building seems to scream at her, so perhaps it’s fitting.

Ms. Blake starts to talk about ancient poetry. The greats from the time periods before everything got so complicated. English is not Emily’s favorite class but somehow Blake’s class is more or less interesting, is it because she’s a milf? Maybe, who’s to say. As the class nears its end, she announces, “Alright, as we close out our poetry unit, we have one last assignment that hopefully at least one of you will enjoy, it’s a group project where-” immediately two hands go up ready to ask the question that always gets asked when a group project is announced. “Before you ask, no, you aren’t picking your partners, I am,” a collective groan comes out of about half the class. Emily isn’t too mad about it though, she doesn’t have many friends, especially in honors English. JJ barely passes English as it is. She’s all alone here, so she’s glad she doesn’t have to suffer through the awkwardness of trying to find a partner before everyone else does and ending up with the one kid who she’s pretty sure has been high the entire year and likes to leer at her in the hallway. “For this assignment, you’ll have to analyze one famous poem, from whatever time period you’d like, and write an essay about the poet’s intentions. If you’d like extra credit, which I know for a fact some of you need, you can do a reading of the poem in front of the class or do a drawing that represents it. Any questions?”

The classroom fills with questions of ‘when is this due?’ And ‘this sucks do we have to do this’. Emily however, is distracted by one very colorful girl in the upper left corner of the room, her spot in the back lets her admire the view without being caught, which tends to make it difficult to pay attention, but well, some things are just more fun than others. Her attention is drawn back to Blake when she hears her name followed by Penelope Garcia.

Oh shit.

On the one hand, this is exactly the opportunity she’d been looking for to ‘make her move’ so to speak, on the other, she’s terrified of making a fool of herself. Emily realizes that she’s been sitting for a bit too long when Blake stops talking and the rest of the class has already paired off. She catches Penelope’s eyes and tries to fight the blush of her cheeks. The sound of her docs hitting the linoleum is a bit too intense for this setting, she prefers their ‘clunk’ when it’s a crowded room, and she can walk like she owns the place. Emily sits down at the desk adjacent to Penelope and gets ready to ruin her chances with her.

“Okay! Hi! I’m Penelope! Which you already knew because Ms. Blake announced it, but it’s polite to introduce yourself to people so I thought I would do that now which I’ve done so I’ll stop talking now!”

Emily can’t help but giggle a little at her rambling, she doesn’t want her to stop talking quite yet, her voice melodic to her ears.

“So, I’m not big in poetry, I’m more of a comic book gal if you catch my drift, so I was hoping that you had some thoughts?” She drags the o in hoping and trails off waiting for Emily to fill in the blanks. It takes her a second too long because her brain is short-circuiting but she manages.

“Yeah okay, um, I’ve read some Sappho back when my mother was stationed in Greece? That could work?” she hopes bringing up Sappho wasn’t too obvious of her intentions, but it was all she could think of. Sappho had a point when she said ‘Sweet mother, I cannot weave – slender Aphrodite has overcome me with longing for a girl’

“Yeah okay! Cool! We’ve got like 3 minutes left of class, would you want to go to Bricks and Beans after school to work on it?”

“Uh yeah, yeah, that, um, that sounds great! I’ll meet you in front of the school?”

“Yep!” She pops the ‘p’ and Emily thinks she can’t possibly get cuter.

Emily’s walk to lunch has never been quite this mix of excitement and anxiety as it is now. Hopefully, JJ will be able to make sense of what’s happening because the wires in Emily’s brain are very much twisted.

“Okay, I’m telling you it’s not a date,”

“Yeah I know it’s not technically a date but come on. I personally have never asked my group project partner to a coffee shop before. She obviously likes you.”

Jennifer Jareau has been blessed with the right combination of looks that ensures she never had to wonder if her crushes liked her back. Emily wishes she had that special brand of confidence, but it’s simply not realistic, the number of openly queer girls at school is small, the number of them that would be interested in her? Even smaller.

“Look I’m not going to be the loser that gets my heart broken all right,” she steals a fry off of JJ’s tray before her hand gets smacked.

“Ugh I’m so bored here, promise me you’ll at least try. I need some new drama around here and you two would be so fucking cute.”

“Fine. On the condition that when* it goes south you’re buying me ice cream.”

Emily’s day goes by slowly and all at once. Hours turn into years turn into seconds and before she knows it she’s awkwardly standing outside the building waiting for Penelope to meet her.

When she does, Emily’s pulse quickens ever so slightly in her presence. It’s annoying as hell.

“I was worried you were standing me up,” a futile attempt on Emily’s behalf of trying to seem calm, cool, and collected.

“What! I would never, I’ve been looking forward to getting a macchiato and hanging out with you and Sappho all day! Coolest ladies from recent history,” she has to try and stop herself from getting too excited at Penelope’s words, they don’t mean anything, she’s just some loser that she has to work with to get a good final grade in the class. A means to an end, disposable.

“I don’t think Sappho counts as recent history but thank you, ma’am,” ma’am? God, what is she doing, this is going to go south faster than the time she tried to wear ripped jeans to one of her mother’s stupid dinner parties. To her surprise, her stupid comment is met with a giggle on Penelope’s part.

“Why thank you darling,” she replies in a phony southern accent that makes them both crack up, “Lead the way.”

Bricks and Beans is the staple coffee shop where all the high schoolers hang out after school or work during college. The owners are a sweet old couple in their 70’s who seem to be reliving the past with the vintage decorations. The pair settle into a table in the back, a window next to them showing off the highway. Emily is tasked with buying the coffees and Penelope rattles off her order filled with things Emily’s never even heard of.

“Okay, I’m pretty sure the barista is laughing at me now but here is your sugar coffee with whipped cream,” she says as she slides into her seat, placing down the coffees on the minimal free space left.

“My savior,” she says, fake swooning, “Okay so, Sappho? That’s the lesbian right?”

Emily answers with a snort before actually replying, “Yeah that’s the lesbian. I’m sure Blake will love it. I’m like, 90% sure she’s gay.”

“Single English teacher who loves Oscar Wilde? Yeah, I get it. My gaydar is spectacular by the way.”

“Oh yeah?”

She nods.

“Um, yeah, okay how about this poem:

‘and in your song most of all she rejoiced.

But now she is conspicuous among Lydian women

as sometimes at sunset

the rosyfingered moon

surpasses all the stars. And her light

stretches over salt sea

equally and flowerdeep fields.

And the beautiful dew is poured out

and roses bloom and frail

chervil and flowering sweetclover.

But she goes back and forth remembering

gentle Atthis and in longing

she bites her tender mind’”

“That’s gorgeous,” Penelope had a dreamy look in her eyes, like seeing a beautiful sunset for the first time. Except, instead of a sunset she was looking at Emily, seeing her, like for the first time, “I love when artists talk about the stars,” she leans back on her chair and looks up as if she’s looking at a constellation and not an off-white popcorn ceiling. Her collarbones are exposed and Emily feels like a 17th-century peasant pining over exposed ankles, “There’s just something about the stars ya know? They’re so far away, but sometimes it feels like we’re there with them. They twinkle at us and at each other,” she pauses to make eye contact, “maybe the greatest love story is in the sky,” there’s a beat too long, Emily doesn’t know how to respond to that comment, it’s hard to follow art without ruining it.

“Or maybe I’m just a sad sap for romance.”

“No!” She gets a of couple heads turned her way, the exclamation too loud for the environment, “I mean no, I get what you mean, they’re beautiful. Sometimes at night I go on my roof just to stargaze. It’s so peaceful there,” it’s now or never, “you should do it with me someday.”

“I’d love that,” it’s almost bashful, the two of them hoping the underlying meanings of their words are being shown, lest their hopes not be conveyed and come shattering down like a falling star.

The sun slowly sets as they work on interpreting the inter-workings of Sappho’s mind. The drinks run out so Emily buys them both hot chocolate, extra whipped cream and chocolate chips for Penelope. When she takes a sip, the whipped cream sticks to the side of her face.

“You got some whipped cream on your face,” she gestures to the offender in question. The blonde tries and fails, to get it off.

“Did I get it?”

“No, it’s more,” after some failed attempts, and the failure of Emily’s common sense, she decides to just get it off herself. It feels too intimate too quick, they both freeze, Emily’s hand inches away from Penelope’s face. Their eyes lock, scared brown eyes met soft blue ones and just for a second, there is peace in between their beating hearts and hands. Emily quickly brings her hand down and mumbles an apology.

After three hours they call it a night, Emily now the proud owner of Penelope’s phone number. On her drive home, she wonders if she’d done right, and she wonders if she’d done wrong. If she was clear about what stargazing meant to her. A branch into her world, her safe space. To share the dark night sky with something is to share your soul with them. Even JJ didn’t know about her nighttime viewings. Did Penelope feel the same way? The shared smiles and small laughs pointed yes. But Penelope was Penelope and Emily was Emily. How could an angel love a human? Why would it sacrifice its virtue for the danger of love? If Penelope was pink and Emily was dark green, could they mix and make something beautiful or would they both end up a ruined brown?

Dinner is tense as always, she does not share anything with her mother, she does not want to. They tiptoe around each other hoping that they won’t step on each other’s toes and crash. Emily retreats to her room the second dinner is over and opens a window. She loves that it gets dark earlier now. The fresh fall air trumps that tacky of scented candles that fill the house in a futile attempt to make it a home. She opens her laptop to finish the concluding paragraph of their essay. She allows herself to be lost in the words of another in order to avoid her own problems of love and belonging. Her phone rings. It’s her problems. They chat with careful conversation about their project and finally, it is finished. It looks good actually, or at least, to Emily it does. It’s not going to win them a Pulitzer, but they’ll get an A.

And then, “Hey.”

“Hey?” They’ve been on the phone for a half an hour, she’s not sure why she’s being greeted all of a sudden.

“Does your offer to stargaze still stand? It’s nice out tonight and, I don’t know, it sounded nice?”

“Yeah of course! Do you, um, do you need a ride or?”

“Nah I got my license and good old Esther. I do need your address though.”

“Oh yeah, I’ll text it to you. Who’s Esther?”

“My car! She’s a lovely thing thought she needed a name. I’ll be there in say, 15 minutes?”

“Sure. Bye Penelope.”

Holy shit.

Okay, she’s got 15 minutes to both have everything ready, but also seem completely casual about the fact that her crush is coming over to stargaze on her roof. The ambassador is long retreated either in bed or into her office, so she shouldn’t be a problem. Emily grabs a couple of blankets for them to sit on to avoid the chilly breeze and a bag of popcorn. She brushes her hair and touches up her eyeliner, not that it’s really visible in the dark, but it helps her feel confident which she’s desperate for at the moment. Her phone buzzes with a text, *im here!!!* It reads. She takes a deep breath before very slowly opening the door.

“Hi,” she whispers, the wind carrying her voice, but it’s just loud enough for its recipient. She closes the door

“Hi! So! Stargazing? That’s fun, I’m like, really excited it’s been a while since I’ve done something like this,” she somehow makes a whisper seem filled with enough energy to power a flashlight that Emily definitely should have brought. They make their way to the intersection where the hill meets the rooftop, and they only trip once, on a stick, but together they stay upright. Emily throws the blankets on the roof and climbs up on the chair before throwing her body on the roof. With her help, Penelope makes her way up after a couple of tries. By the time they lay the blankets out and are sitting down, they’re both practically crying from laughter, her nerves from earlier disappearing slowly.

The laughter fizzles out, and they’re both left staring at the stars. Penelope apparently is an expert of both astronomy and astrology so Emily’s ears are blessed with the sound of her voice. Like sunshine on a sweet summer day. She thinks that Penelope and her are like the sun and the moon, both beautiful, and complementary. Emily’s gaze shifts from the constellations to Penelope’s side profile. The stars shine almost as bright as her, and she can’t help but watch her instead. She can see the stars in her eyes, perhaps they were always there, but they’re more visible now looking in their reflection.

“God they’re beautiful,” Penelope says in awe. Like she can’t believe she’s blessed with the presence of the stars when really it is the stars who should have the honor.

“Yeah, yeah they are,” at this point she’s openly gazing at Penelope. When Penelope turns to meet her gaze she thinks she’s been caught, that it’s over and this night will be one for the ages in terms of beauty and heartbreak. Slowly, a hand makes its way to her cheek, cold like the air around them, but it somehow manages to set her skin on fire.

“May I?”

Emily nods and then they are lips on hers, it is sweet just like her. She’s being kissed under the starlight by a girl who deserves only beauty. Perhaps her dark green can be the field by the sunset of Penelope’s pink in the painting they make together. They do not have to mix, they can simply be combined to create something stunning. They can simply be. They pull apart slowly, and looking into her eyes, Emily thinks that the stars in comparison are simply dull. There is nothing as bright and beautiful in the world as the eyes of your lover.

Tag list- @royalpenelope @scandinavian-punk @kermitsaysgayrights

#penemily #Penelope garcia #emily prentiss #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds fic #let me know what y’all think!!! #lucy’s fics! #mine!

[puddleduckswellies]

11, 18 & 31?

Thank you, Im guessing this is the “3 things…” ask!

11 - 3 books that you would recommend everyone to read.

My number one pick for this would be Jackdaw Summer by David Almond. Despite the entry level-3 writing style, this has been my favourite book since I first bought it from the old bookshop in the highlands. I haven’t read it in many years and yes maybe my memories are clouded with nostalgia but I still think about it often and would definitely recommend you to read it.

“One hot summer's day a jackdaw leads the two boys into an ancient farm house where they find a baby, wrapped in a blanket, with a scribbled note pinned to it”

“I want to be crazy as the moon, wild as the wind and still as the earth. I want to be every single thing it’s possible to be. I’m growing and I don’t know how to grow. I’m living but I haven’t started living yet. Sometimes I simply disappear from myself. Sometimes it’s like I’m not here in the world at all and I simply don’t exist. Sometimes I can hardly think. My head just drifts, and the visions that come seem so vivid.” - David Almond, Jackdaw Summer

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My number two choice is also a childhood favourite which was bought in the very same bookshop as the first, however i bought it several years later. It is Dark Isle by D.A Nelson and is the book that introduced and got me into the fantasy genre. I love it because it is so individualistic and well written. It really does create a world unlike any other I have heard of. Or maybe I’m just biased because it is set in my home country. But seriously if you are looking for a new fantasy novel to read you should give this one a shot.

“A dragon with a grudge, a resourceful dodo, a talking rat and a young girl who learns to be brave. All on a quest that takes them into another world.”

“And so it began to rain. Cold, harsh raindrops fell like tiny arrows against the dragon’s unmoving, stone hide. She braced herself against the terrible weather that was to come, forever alone and miserable.” - D.A Nelson, Dark Isle

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My final recommendation is a classic. Richard Adam’s Watership Down. I’m sure many of you have heard of this book and have also read it, but if you haven’t I highly suggest you do. The 1978 movie is a masterpiece in it’s own right but I feel that there was so much cut from the book to hit their runtime that the two stories have become very different. However if you do not want to read the book (which I would understand as it is very long and wordy) then I would say that the movie is a good substitute. Either way I can be certain that this story will affect your life even if it is only a little. On my trip to Yorkshire last year I couldn’t help but think about the Down and the tale I had grown up with and whenever I see a rabbit I think of Fiver and Hazel. I love the way that Adams was able to create and entire society to show us how humans are seen from the eyes of a rodent.

“Set in England's Downs, a once idyllic rural landscape, this stirring tale of adventure, courage and survival follows a band of very special creatures on their flight from the intrusion of man and the certain destruction of their home. Led by a stouthearted pair of friends, they journey forth from their native Sandleford Warren through the harrowing trials posed by predators and adversaries, to a mysterious promised land and a more perfect society.”

“There is nothing that cuts you down to size like coming to some strange and marvelous place where no one even stops to notice that you stare about you.” - Richard Adams, Watership Down

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(Other books I love which are a bit less nostalgia based: faceless by Alyssa Sheinmel, The Rest of Us Just Live Here by Patrick Ness, and Orangeboy by Patrice Lawrence)

18. 3 dream jobs you had in your childhood

When I was younger my main dream was to be an Astronaut. Growing up watching Doctor Who I thought spacemen were the coolest people ever. As I got older I began to want to go to outer space for a different reason. It looked so peaceful up there and quiet, floating about in nothing with the stars and planets. Then I got to high school and realised how boring I found the non floating part of being an astronaut. Now i’m on a search for somewhere quiet and peaceful that doesn’t require me to know the laws of maths to get there.

I also had a brief moment of time where I wanted to work on a stage in Theatre (as many kids do). But I was/am a shy and overly conscious person and didn’t particularly like being watched never mind putting on a performance. I soon realised that I didn’t enjoy the idea of being on stage, but more so being recognised and working as part of a team. I really just wanted to have fun and get along with others naturally like other people could.

My third choice is also one that lingers into my adult life. Park rangers have always been a point of envy for me, being able to work outdoors in the quiet, making sure nature is safe and sound. Sometimes I regret studying what I currently am and wish I could just give it all up and switch to study geology and biology, but I know I don’t have the brain or patience for it, so for now I’ll stick on the path I have chosen

31. types of flowers you love the most

To be honest my favourite flower isn’t even my flower of choice. See, I don’t really know much about flowers and I prefer things like ferns or trees. However, my mother loves flowers. She has basically taught me everything I know about them. So my favourite would have to be her favourite, Rhododendrons.

Despite not being fussy about flowers I do still like some more than others, mainly because of memories associated with them. The Clover would have to be my second flower of choice. I know it’s more of a leaf, but when I was younger I remember playing hide and seek in the field after school, with the grass high over my head and the purple clover flowers standing out against the green. They signified the start of summer and the time for going out with friends and never knowing what you would do.

My last flower that I love is Foxglove (Digitalis if you must). It was another flower that showed the start of summer as a child and it was nice to see them appearing out of nowhere overnight. The name always amused me as I imagined little foxes using the flowers as mittens in the winter (something I am now definitely going to attempt to draw). I also enjoy them because I love to watch the bees fly into them and you can only see their wee bums wriggling while they work.

#ask game #thanks for the ask! #my asks #asks open #answered asks #book recommendations #wts

[darrenhayesoneandonly]

OMG! This is the most beautiful post from Darren Hayes I’ve seen! And that’s almost impossible!

“This photo was taken four years ago. It's me with my beautiful goddaughter Lilah. I've never shared a picture of her face for privacy reasons - but she's in kindergarten now so it's all good. I'm sharing this picture because, besides the day I married Richard, it's one of the happiest days of my life. A lot of people understandably wonder what the hell I've been up to for the past DECADE (gosh, has it been that long?) - and the truth is, she's been a huge part of it. I have had the privilege of babysitting her one day a week for the first few years of her life, and then spending an afternoon a week with her with her, most weeks since. The story behind how this came to be is wild! It's long so buckle up...

In 2012, after finishing the last show on my 'Secret Codes and Battleships' tour, I distinctly remember leaving the stage and I knew I was going to go away for a long time, maybe forever. I didn't know. I just knew that the music industry as it stood at that time had changed to the point that I no longer fit - and I was very sad. I'll tell you more about that in the future, but all you need to know right now is that for the first time since I was 16 I realized I had stopped dreaming. I'd stopped planting those seeds that come to fruition. So as I sobbed in my husband's arms backstage, and as the days afterward eventually turned into a lovely sleepy vacation - I had an epiphany: I needed to live.

I had never stopped writing and recording, touring and promoting. Not since 1996.

So we decided to go on an adventure.

We left England and moved to the USA in 2013 with zero plans. AND IT WAS TERRIFYING. But also ELECTRIFYING. I decided to do anything BUT music. You can imagine I got bored immediately and that's when my ex-theatre director husband suggested I take an improv class. His reasoning was that I am an artist, I loved funny people and people thought I was funny and that I might enjoy doing something anonymous and low risk that would expand my horizons and let me PLAY. I often talk about 'best decisions' in life. Auditioning for a shitty covers band where I eventually met Daniel Jones? Great decision. Making 'The Tension and the Spark' that got me dropped by Sony but led to me meeting my husband? Great decision. Doing improv comedy for the hell of it? Great decision. I met all of my best friends I have now in the USA - and.. the father of my goddaughter.

I spent 3 years at The Groundlings Improv school. It wasn't easy! I had to audition to get in, I had to pass every level and eventually I had to pass or fail each level to advance to the final level which is their writer's lab. The end goal for me was never to get into the company or get on Saturday Night Live (which is where many of the cast started) - but it was SO NECESSARY for my soul. I can't tell you how wonderful it was to be in a room full of strangers who had no idea of my past career. Most students were 25 year olds who had no clue who I was. I often laughed when I'd get praise like, 'Wow, you're pretty confident on stage' and I'd remember those special moments like singing with Pavarotti or performing at the Olympics and I'd secretly think, 'Yep, I've had a little experience'.

I was so humbled by comedy. I loved not being the best at what I was doing but having to earn my praise. I loved earning respect from the ground up. Mostly I loved meeting my dear friends.

It's how I got a message from the funniest, coolest most talented writer and improviser I knew, Johnny - who was answering an ad that I had put on Facebook looking for a keyboard player who wanted to join me to create a farcical dinner duo, playing restaurants for real, but in full character. Thankfully Johnny hated the idea but asked me if I'd ever thought about writing a musical. We ended up working together for years, writing songs and a book for an original musical and in the process, became great friends. One day, he told me he and his wife were expecting a baby and..

So that's how I ended up being godfather to a 4 year old who lights up my life That's how I got back to myself, it's how I managed to retain the magic inside me that I had lost for a little while.

I haven't always shared every detail of my private life - I am a 3D person beyond social media - but I wanted to give you a window into my world outside of the occasional tweets or instagram posts about my insane exercise goals or my adorable labradoodle. I'm always dreaming, I'm always living a high definition life beyond the computer screen. If you're someone who follows me closely you already know the answer to the question I often get asked which is 'Why did you quit music' or 'When will you come back' It's so crazy to me, because I didn't quit. I have never stopped making music. I have never stopped having singing lessons! I just haven't put a record out since 2012.

I love you.

(There's two pictures of me with Lilah, and a very rare picture of my super handsome husband, Richard, with her)”

#darren hayes #darren hayes of savage garden #omg this #so beautiful post #beautiful photos #i’m melting #that’s why we love Darren so much #adorable #he’s amazing #I’ll follow you to the ground D #always your fan #savage garden #new photos #love him

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #387

“today i woke up, & i hate myself”

What common problem have you never experienced? The loss of a close family member (that doesn't include pets). Alternatively, what's an uncommon problem you have experienced? Homelessness. Do you know anyone who opposes marriage equality? I sure do. What was the last thing you got really emotional about? Meerkat Manor: Rise of the Dynasty premiering. What's the longest amount of time you've been ill for? I don't really know. I don't get sick a lot at all. Who is your closest male friend? Girt. Do you know anyone who hunts for meat? Sadly. I say "sadly" because it's not like they need it. Have you ever lived with a boyfriend/girlfriend? Yes, although I wasn't a technical resident. I was there all the time, though. What do you wash dishes with? Sponge, scrub brush, rag, something else? A sponge. Is there anything you prefer to do the old-fashioned way? There's probably something, but I can't think of anything. Do you put your glasses and mugs right side up or upside down on the cabinet shelf? Upside-down. What was the worst part of your childhood? My parents fighting. Have you ever seen a high school relationship last long-term? (like 10+yrs) Yeah. Do you know any cancer survivors? Quite a few. Leftover pizza for breakfast... yay or nay? Good shit, man. Do you personally know anyone who's a psychopath or sociopath? I don't think so. What is your most used kitchen appliance? Lately, it's been the apple slicer. I've been on a real apple slices + peanut butter kick lately. What is something that you would personally like to be remembered for? For being a caring person towards all living things. Have you ever been diagnosed as clinically depressed before? Yes. Do you like bowling? Yeah, it's fun. Do you own binoculars or nonoculars? What do you use them for? No. Do you ever wish you had a telescope on the roof or attic to stargaze? Yeah, that'd be cool. Have you ever had to deal with someone close to you going off to war? No, thankfully. Who do you feel you have the most in common with? Sara, easily. Who in your life causes you the most stress or negative feelings? My damn self lmao. Have you ever had a teacher that also taught your parents? No. My parents didn't grow up in NC. What’s one thing that people definitely CAN’T count on you for? To remember like... anything. What about something they definitely can count on you for? Someone to listen to encourage them. What’s one food that you want to try but haven’t yet? I've always thought macaroons look good. Do you have anything planned for the summer? No. Do you walk fast or slow? Slow. Would you consider yourself an adrenaline junkie? No. What is a common slang word from where you live? Plural "you" does not exist. It's "y'all," lol. What’s the scariest thing you’ve accidentally found on the internet? *shrug* Probably something as a kid, going on those sketchy websites with loads of games and stuff. Thinking of every Halloween costume you’ve had, which one was the most creative? I don't think I've had any creative costumes for Halloween. What’s one random city you want to visit? It's not exactly "random" as it's a popular location, but anyway, I would love to visit Venice. What subjects do you or did you get the worst grades in? Math. When was the last time you ate cake and what type of cake was it? That's a good question, actually. Maybe my niece's birthday in February? I don't remember what kind of cake it was. Do you have photos to go with all of the contacts in your phone? No; I don't have any. Do you like snowy winter days or do you prefer rainy days? SNOWY! Name 3 things you find most beautiful in nature: Mountains, large waterfalls, and desert dunes in the wind. If you could ask one person one questions and get a completely honest answer who would it be and what would you ask? Jason. I'd ask if he thought I was emotionally abusive. What is your favorite winter activity? Building snowmen. Who is the greatest singer who is no longer living? Freddie Mercury. What is your idea of heaven? I don't know, really... I have to ask myself IS there a heaven in eternity? Living forever just... doesn't appeal to me. "Living" is an odd word to use there, but hopefully you get it. Existing on and on and on and on seems like it'd just be a drag, but at the same time I do like the thought of feeling relentlessly happy and peaceful with my loved ones. I guess that would be my definition of it, if it does exist. What’s one of the scariest things you’ve ever done? ODed. Have you ever watched the Superbowl all the way through? Just once, on my 16th birthday because I was at Jason's place and all of his family was watching it. I had absolutely zero interest, but we wanted to hang with the family. If you had to move to another country, where would you move? Canada. Do you watch American Horror Story? I haven't in years. It was Jason's and my first "show," and the first season was excellent. I lost interest in the second one, honestly. I'd be up for watching other seasons, though. How many relationships have you been in this year? None. What's your favorite cereal? Probably Cinnamon Toast Crunch. That's also the only cereal where I can happily drink the milk afterwards. Twitter or Facebook? Facebook. Do you like to paint your nails? No. What's the coolest place you've ever been to? Disney World, probably. Have you ever punched anyone? No. What's something you wish you knew how to do? Cook. :/ I really need to make an effort to learn. It'd be great to not rely on a microwave for the rest of my life. What's a celebrity that everyone likes but you don't? *shrug* What food do you eat the most? Probably bread in some form or another. That really needs to stop. Green or purple grapes? Either one, but they have to be firm. I cannooooooot with soft grapes. Have you ever cried over a text? Yeah. What's the background of your phone of? My lock screen is this pretty, simplistic periwinkle color with "work on you for you" written on it. It's one I plan on keeping for probably a long time because I connect to it so deeply with my stupid damn head frequently demanding I have to improve "for Jason" to prove him wrong. Which is a very unhealthy mindset to have, I know. My home screen is a cute lil Mark edit someone made with a very similar pale blue background, so my phone is just currently an #aesthetic. Do you have a Snapchat? No. What's your favorite sports team? (if you like sports)? I don't like sports, but I'm biased towards the Carolina Hurricanes hockey team because of my dad. Last thing you ate? I had Honey Nut Cheerios for breakfast. Do you take a lot of selfies? Definitely not. I just hate how I look so much; it takes way too much effort for me to get an "acceptable" one. Do you prefer strawberries or cherries? Strawberries. I hate cherries. How many hours of sleep did you get last night? Maybe like, three. -_- Our A/C is still out, and it was like, 87 in the house last night. It was impossible to sleep. Do you listen to music daily? Not EVERY day, but usually. Biggest insecurity? My weight. Do you play video games? Not as much as I used to. I'd probably play way more if I actually had a PS4 + the games I'm DYING to have. Do you consider yourself lazy? "Yes, but a lot of it is also health related for my lack of energy and motivation." <<<< This for me as well. What recently made you laugh? I was watching a bit of The Nanny with Mom yesterday. We love that show. Do you like gummy bears? Yep. What was the last song you listened to? I'm randomly hooked on "My Nocturnal Serenade" by YOHIO. Like, I've known the song for a long time, but NOW I'm bingeing it???? Describe your mom with one word. Selfless. What's the biggest turn-off? Probably being misogynistic. But being a cocky ass is definitely high up there, too. What fish scares you the most? Mfkng whale sharks terrify me. How do you feel about snails? They're cuties!!! What's your favorite app? Pokemon GO. Would you rather time travel into the past or future? The future, to see what's coming. I feel like you could come back with some pretty valuable information. What is the saddest song you've ever heard? I think "Terrible Things" by Mayday Parade has to come on top. What insect do you hate the most? I was reminded that stag beetles exist last night, and omfg those. Well, "hate" is the wrong word, really, I'm just terrified of them. Would you ever have a wild animal as a pet if possible? I 110% want to rescue an opossum, emphasis on "rescue." I'm not plucking one from the wild or anything like that. I would be in HEAVEN raising one of those angels. Are there any decorations that makes you happy? (lights, candles, plants..) I love those beds decorated with fairy lights, and just Christmas lights in general. Halloween and Christmas decor tend to give me sparks of happiness when I see 'em. Does race matter to you when it comes to dating? Not at all for me. When was the last time you painted something? Not since I was still in school and took a Painting course. When was the last time you really felt alive, and what were you doing? I have NO idea. What is one question you would like an answer to? Why the worst things tend to happen to good people. Name one favorite thing to do with kids while babysitting. I don't babysit, but if I was to be in charge of a kid, I'd love to teach them to play video games from my childhood. Playing Pokemon with my niece and nephew is always a blast, ahhhh. Name one flavor you like. Strawberry is pretty consistent. Name one thing you are hoping for. Venus' new terrarium soon... big sigh. I can't for the life of me find one that's a reasonable price and also adequately sized. I'm willing to put the rest of my cash into it, but Mom is helping, so I can't just buy the first one I see. Then I'd need more substrate, I seriously want a temperature gun and hygrometer, a cool hide, sticks and stuff for cover... It's going to be expensive, but I want Venus to have a truly proper environment she can thrive in. Write the name of one of your imaginary friends from when you were younger. Oddly enough, I can't remember the imaginary wolf that was my "friend." I say "oddly" because his whole idea was important to me as a weird-ass kid. Name one girl's name that starts with a "J" that you like. "Justine." Name one boy's name that starts with a "J" that you like. Maybe "Jaxson." Have you ever been kissed? Yeah. Have you ever feared that you would be killed? It's never been like, a fear I actively worry about. I just acknowledge it's always a possibility for anyone. What is the last great opportunity you missed? This was quite a while ago by now, but I'd say by dropping out of school, I really let photography opportunities slip since I became the newspaper photographer...

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