#the end is so like WHAT CHILL MADDIE U JUST MET

[hischierdevils]

Friend's Don't | Q.H.

note: this was based on the g o r g e o u s picture above (quinn looks so fine) and the song Friend's Don't by Maddie & Tae

summary: everyone can see that you and quinn are more than friends. everyone except the two of you.

warnings: slightly jealous quinn, mentions of panic, fluff :)

wc: 2.4K

They don't cancel other plans Have conversations with nothing but their eyes They don't hear each other's names and forget to concentrate Hits a nerve and lights you up like dynamite

You hadn’t planned on spending time with your best friend over his all-star break, assuming since he saw you all the time he’d want to spend his break with his family. You assumed wrong because Quinn showed up at your place with his suitcase in tow and an extra plane ticket for you. He gave you an offhand comment about wanting to spend time with all of his favorite people as he watched you pack your bags and your heart nearly melted. 

The two of you met a year ago when you got lost on your first day of your new job. You were the new social media intern and had gotten lost in the halls of Rogers Arena, quite literally running into Quinn. He was sweet and showed you where to go. He also made sure to circle back and check on you at the end of the week to see how you were doing. He was the first friend you made in Vancouver. 

Your friendship grew organically, movie nights turned into binge watching shows together. It was pretty much guaranteed that he would be spending his day off with you if he could. He was always so quiet and reserved and you felt honored when he started talking to you about his problems. He’d call you after road games late at night when he was wide awake and couldn’t sleep. Anytime you had good news or bad, he was always the one you wanted to share it with. 

Somewhere along the way you realized that the feelings you had for Quinn were more than just platonic friendship. Every time you heard his name come up in conversation, you’d get distracted and find yourself suddenly daydreaming about him. The two of you could have an entire conversation without even speaking, much to Petey’s annoyance. You hadn’t wanted to risk your friendship so you kept your feelings to yourself. 

They don't almost say "I love you" When they're downtown somewhere, just a little drunk They don't talk about the future and put each other in it And get chills with every accidental touch

Quinn didn’t have to convince you to come with him, you happily flew with him to New York where the two of you met up with his brother Jack and his friend and teammate, John Marino. The four of you were currently in The Palace, a club that Jack had suggested. 

You were having fun, enjoying the alcohol a little too much, when Quinn accidentally bumped into you. He quickly put his hand on your waist to steady you so you didn’t fall over and heat spread through your body from his touch. “Sorry.” He mumbles as a slight blush rises to his cheeks. 

“It’s alright, Quinny.” You smile up at him as he keeps his hand on your body and for a moment you let yourself wonder what it would feel like to lean into him. To kiss him and tell him exactly how you feel…

“Maybe I should quit dancing for a while, eh?” He muses as steps away from you, leaving you wanting more of his touch. He looks undeniably hot tonight even though his outfit is simple. Black jeans, dark long sleeve shirt, and a backwards hat…you were quite proud of yourself for not jumping on him the moment you saw him. 

John says something to Quinn, effectively capturing the oldest Hughes’ attention. Quinn gives you a small smile before walking over and sitting down next to Marino. Since Jack took off for the bathroom, you sit by yourself and people watch. Many people are out dancing on the dance floor and you internally weigh the risk of asking Quinn to dance with you. 

The song changes to something with a slower tempo and you watch as people couple up on the dance floor. Glancing over at Quinn again, you silently wonder what makes him wearing a backwards hat ten times hotter. Unaware of your eyes on him, he brings the lip of his bud light bottle up to his mouth and takes a long sip. You must’ve been watching him for far too long because you feel someone nudge your shoulder. 

Turning your head, you find Jack smirking at you. “Do you need another drink? You look a little thirsty y/n.” 

“Fuck off.” You roll your eyes at him as you stand from your seat. Your drink is empty so you make your way over to the bar and Jack follows behind you. 

He leans against the bar beside you and sips his beer as you order your drink. “I need one of you to make the first move because the tension is killing me.” He says to you. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You play innocent even though he definitely just caught you checking out his brother. 

“Please, y/n.” Jack scoffs. “You look at him like he hung the stars in the sky and he can’t take his eyes off of you for two seconds. Just make out already!” The bartender hands you your new drink, looking slightly alarmed from Jack’s tone. 

“Thank you.” You tip him before turning your attention to Jack. “Quinn and I are just friends. That’s all we’re ever going to be.” 

He shakes his head at you in disbelief. “Is that what you want to be?”

You look over to the spot where you left Quinn, only to spot him chatting with a girl. Something he said makes her laugh and she leans into him, placing her hand on his shoulder. Jealousy washes over you as you watch the interaction and you force yourself to take a drink. 

“I want to be drunk and dancing.” You say to Jack. He follows your gaze, scrunching his eyebrows together as he watches Quinn flirt with the girl. 

“Let’s dance then.” Jack takes your hand and leads you to the dance floor before you have time to argue. He finds a spot for the two of you where Quinn has an unobstructed view and begins dancing beside you, keeping your hand held tightly in his. 

I keep telling myself this might be nothing But one look in your eyes and, God, there's something You can lie to me and say you don't But I know you do, and I love you too

It only takes Quinn about three minutes to realize you’re gone and he starts to panic as he looks around the large place, only calming down when he spots you at the bar with Jack. He’s just about to stand up and join you when the girl runs over and introduces herself. He holds a brief conversation with her out of politeness before Marino steps in, taking the girl's attention off of Quinn. 

You’re no longer at the bar when he searches for you again and when he finally does lay his eyes on you, he’s surprised by the rage he suddenly feels. He watches as his own brother spins you around the dance floor, soliciting smiles from you that should only be meant for him. 

He’s up and moving toward you before he can think about it. He hasn’t stepped over the friends line out of respect for you and the amazing relationship the two of you already share, but the sight of another man's hands on you is making him physically ill. Even though sober Quinn knows you have no interest in Jack whatsoever, inebriated Quinn needs reassurance. 

“What are you guys doing?” He asks once he reaches you, trying to play it cool. 

Jack catches the jealousy on his older brother's face immediately and pulls you closer into his chest as you both dance to the beat. “Y/n, wanted to dance.”

“With you?” As annoyed as Quinn is, he can’t help but be mesmerized by your smile as you let go of Jack’s hand and reach for him.  

“Do you wanna dance with me, Quinny?” He decides at that moment that you’re the only one he wants to dance with for the rest of forever. Your eyelids seem a little heavy and he knows that this isn’t the right place or time to confess his feelings so he accepts your hand, pulling you away from Jack and into his chest.

“She’s all yours.” Jack winks at Quinn over your head before walking over to John who’s still entertaining the girl. 

You wrap one arm around Quinn’s waist and place your opposite hand on his shoulder so you can face him while you dance together. “Are you having fun?” He asks you as he places a hand on your lower back, pulling you closer to him. 

“Mhm.” You look up at him through your lashes, a sleepy smile on your face. “Are you? Are you happy to see Jack?” 

It melts his heart to know that even in your sleepy-drunk state, you’re still concerned about his happiness. “I was.” He laughs to himself as he realizes Jack was betting on him getting jealous when he saw the two of you dancing together, effectively being the kick Quinn needed to make a move. “Kind of forgot how much of a pain in the ass he is.” 

“But you love him.” You muse as you rest your head on his shoulder. His heart begins to beat faster as the word love leaves your mouth. He wasn’t sure of it before but he is now as he holds you tightly in his arms. He’s in love with his best friend. 

Friends don't stand around, playing with their keys Finding reasons not to leave Trying to hide their chemistry Get a little too close We do, but friends don't

Quinn walks you up to your hotel room, a steady hand on your lower back the entire way even though you switched to water an hour ago. You swipe your key card and he follows you inside, making sure the door is securely shut behind you. 

He sits on the edge of your bed quietly as you flutter in and out of the bathroom, doing your nightly routine. He’s watched you do it so many times he knows exactly what you’re looking for every time you step out of the bathroom in search of something. 

“I don’t know what I'd do without you.” You mumble as he hands you your moisturizer on your third trip from the bathroom. He smiles softly in response and as you walk away again, he starts to wonder what his life would be like without you in it. If he couldn’t call you to hear what book you were reading that week, what baked goods you were trying to make or even just hear your voice…

The feeling of loss slams him so hard in the chest that he panics and walks to the doorway to the bathroom just to make sure that you’re still there. You’re innocently brushing your teeth but when you see the look on his face, you quickly finish up. 

“Are you okay?” You ask as you walk toward him. 

“Y-yeah, yeah.” He nods, trying to convince himself as well as you. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” 

“I’m okay, Quinn.” You laugh as you flick the light off and walk past him to put your things in your suitcase. “I’m all ready for bed.” You assure him as you sit on the edge of the hotel bed. 

He nods, realizing this is his cue to head to his own room for the night. “Right, uh, good night y/n.” He turns toward the door, even though the last thing he wants to do is leave you right now. 

“Wait!” You jump off the bed, reaching for his hand. “Do you want to…um…” 

“Yes.” He responds, his body half turned toward the door. 

“You don’t even know what I was going to say.” You laugh as he walks closer to you. 

“Whatever it is, the answer’s yes.” He gently places his free hand on your face, softly caressing your cheek as his eyes flicker down to your lips and then back to your eyes. 

“Quinn…” Your voice is just a whisper as you both try to communicate everything you’re not saying. “Kiss me.”

He doesn’t hesitate by pressing his lips to yours. Gently at first but as soon as you kiss him back, he’s backing you up so the backs of your legs touch the bed. He lets go of your hand and cups the back of your neck, tilting your head so he can kiss you deeper. You run your tongue over his bottom lip until he parts them, allowing you entrance. 

When the two of you finally pull away you’re both panting and your lips are swollen. Quinn presses his forehead to yours as he rubs soothing circles on your back. “That was…” He searches for the right word. 

“Amazing?” You supply as you smile. “Want to do it again?” 

“Absolutely.” 

Quinn ends up spending the night. Once you thoroughly exhaust yourselves with your make out session, he cuddles you tightly to him as you lay in bed together. He asks you to confirm at least three times that it’s not a dream before he falls asleep so you kiss him softly in response each time.

In the morning, you’re rudely awakened by none other than Jack, rounding everyone up for breakfast. “Y/n, do you know where Quinn is? He’s not in his ro-” Jack’s eyes go wide as Quinn opens the door for him. 

“No, haven’t seen him.” You tell Jack as you sit up in bed. Quinn laughs at your sarcasm as he closes the door behind Jack. 

He looks between the two of you, taking notice of the clothes Quinn is still wearing from the night before. “Just friends, eh?” Jack sits on the edge of the bed and smirks at you. “Was this a friendly sleepover, y/n?”

Quinn points to the door. “Alright, get out.”

Jack ignores his brother and winks at you, causing you to laugh. “How come I didn’t get an invite?”

“Seriously, man?” Quinn slaps Jack’s shoulder. 

“Alright, okay.” Jack laughs as he holds his hands up in surrender, “I better get credit for this at the wedding.” 

Quinn winces, fearing it may be way too soon for you to hear jokes like that when everything is still too new. He shoves Jack out the door, promising you’ll meet him for breakfast in ten minutes. When he turns around to look at you, you’re smiling at him. “We’re not inviting him to our wedding right?” 

“Absolutely not.” Quinn grins walking over to capture your lips in a kiss.

#quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes imagine #quinn hughes fic #quinn hughes #my writing

[buckleysjareau]

I saw you were taking prompts 🙈 perhaps a meet cute between Maddie and Chimney prior to 2x06, maybe he helps her get out of an awkward situation at a bar? 🥺❤️

I hope I did madney justice for you! :)

After a month and a half living in LA, Maddie’s finally starting to feel settled. She still feels uneasy at times, often feels the need to look over her shoulder to check that Doug isn’t behind her, even while she’s at work. She’s cautious but starting over, finally setting a new routine and making new friends, she felt like she could breathe for the first time since Doug had hit her for the first time in their too big Boston apartment all of those years ago.

Having her brother back, by her side, it certainly helped settle her unease just a little. Her guilt for not leaving Pennsylvania with him lessens just the smallest amount when he tells her stories about his team, his family, and the way his face lights up could light a football field. He found himself, and now he’s helping Maddie do the same.

She finds herself alone at a bar that’s usually frequented by firefighters and cops, and though she’s a first responder, she feels— she feels weird. She’s waiting for Buck to arrive with his team, and nervous was an understatement to how she was feeling. She was going to meet the people who were there for her brother when she couldn’t be and even though Buck tells her she doesn’t have to be nervous, she can’t help it. This feels important. It is important.

“Well I know I haven’t seen you around here before,” she hears from behind her and she tenses. “I definitely would have remembered such a pretty face.”

She’s tense, with anxiety and with utter annoyance.

“What’s your name, sweetheart?” The man asks and she clenches her fist as she turns to see who the guy is.

“Uh, Mad—Madeline.” Lying seems like it would be the way to go, tries to be polite as possible as to not make the situation escalate. People can be unpredictable, and even though things have been going fine, she doesn’t know if she could handle the way a situation like this can end.

“Beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” Maddie fights to urge to roll her eyes. “Can I buy you a drink?”

“Thank you, but I’m waiting on someone so we can order together.”

The man has the audacity to pout. “Aw, man, not even one? It’s on me, promise. What can I get you?”

“Really, it’s fine. I don’t need you to buy me a drink.” The polite tone she tries to keep is getting more noticibly forced, but the guy is too focused on her chest to hear it.

The guy moves his hand a little too fast and a little too close and she tenses, even more when his hand rests on hers atop the bar.

Then she hears someone clear their throat. “Maddie, so sorry I’m late!”

She spins around and she recognizes someone from Buck’s team, if the memory of scrolling through Buck’s Instagram serves her correctly.

“You know how LA traffic can be.” He chuckles and subtly— not so subtly— scoots in between Maddie and the guy then flags down the bar tender. She has to snicker at the look on the guy’s face as he’s practically pushed back. She almost loses it when Buck’s friend— practically her savior— turns to face the guy. “Oh, sorry, didn’t see you there. You mind if I sit here? Just got off a twenty-four hour shift, I’m sure you understand.”

The guy goes to rebuttal but Buck’s friend cuts him off when the bar tender walks over. “Hi Charlotte! How are you?”

Maddie looks to the guy, to Buck’s friend, and back to the guy and she can’t even remember his name for life of her but she can tell they’re going to get along great.

“Same old, same old. And how are you, Chimney? Who’s your friend?”

Chimney.

The guy clears his throat. “Can I get a double shot of—”

The bartender, Charlotte, turns to him and cuts him off. “I’m sorry, sir, I’m busy taking someone else’s order right now. Please wait your turn.”

This has the guy finally leaving the area, grumbling under his breath about things she probably didn’t want to hear.

Chimney turns to her. “I’m so sorry I just cut in like that, you just seemed uncomfortable and he didn’t seem to be going away.”

Maddie giggles. “No, no, I’m glad you stepped in when you did. You’re one of Buck’s co-workers, right? Chimney?”

“Whatever he said about me, it wasn’t true.” He defends before turning back to the bartender. “Oh, sorry. Charlotte, this is Buck’s sister, Maddie.”

Charlotte nods. “Ah, it’s nice to meet you, Maddie.”

“You too!”

Then Charlotte seems to realize she hasn’t taken their drinks down yet and grabs her pen. “Forgot I was supposed to be doing my job for a second, woops. What’ll it be?”

Maddie tells her what she wants and Chimney follows with his own order. Maddie’s heart speeds up when Charlotte asks if it was going on the same tab and Chimney says yes.

“You don’t have to pay for my drink,”

“It’s fine, really. Besides, Buck lost a bet so he’s picking up the tab tonight.” Chimney smirks and Maddie thinks he’s so cute.

“Ah, well, if it’s Buck’s money...” She jokes. “Speaking of Buck, where is he? He’s the one who’s actually late.”

“He’ll be here in a few. Him and Eddie just had to stop by Eddie’s for a second before coming here.”

Hm.

“So, tell me more about the mysterious Maddie Buckley.”

She missed the sound of her maiden name more than she ever thought she would and it sounds so... pleasant coming from the man beside her.

“Mysterious? I wouldn’t say I’m mysterious.” Maddie grins with an eyebrow raised.

“To be fair, we didn’t even know you existed until you showed up. Buck is mysterious, too.” Maddie must be making a face because Chimney starts to backtrack. “Mysterious is good. I like mysterious.”

The soft way he says that has Maddie’s cheeks heating up and for once, she feels comfortable enough to share about herself.

“Alright. What do you want to know?”

—

Maddie hasn’t smiled this hard since she watched Buck graduate from high school. Her cheeks are starting to hurt, she feels the lightest she’s felt in years and she hasn’t stopped laughing since they started talking.

She feels like there’s something just pulling her in and the thought should scare her, and it probably will at some point in the near future, but instead she just feels comfortable.

She doesn’t realize they’ve been talking about a half an hour until someone clears their throat behind them. She turns around to see Hen, that she knows from the few photos she’s seen from both Chimney and Buck.

“I’m sorry to interrupt but I’ve been standing here for two minutes and figured I had to get your attention or I’d be waiting a long time.” She’s smirking at Chimney but gives Maddie a warm smile. “Hi, I’m Hen. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

“Likewise, I’ve heard so much about you already.” Maddie stands up to hug her.

“So hugging is a Buckley thing, okay, okay.” Hen laughs.

Not necessarily a Buckley thing. A Buck and Maddie thing, really.

Sometimes Maddie still misses the way her parents were before Daniel died. Misses the hugs and attention she’d been brought up with. She resents the fact that Evan never got to know their parents the way Maddie had so she made up for it with countless hugs and reassurances and love.

Buck ended up becoming as much of a hugger for it.

“He got it from me.” Maddie laughs, even though it’s stilted with the random wave of emotion.

Eventually, Buck arrives with Eddie and they all end up at a table. Even with her brother there and everyone else, she seemed to stick by Chimney’s side the entire night, having side conversations away from their friends.

Chimney was just easy to talk to. Their conversation flowed smoothly and he could make Maddie laugh like a hyena, and that’s what made him feel special to Maddie.

He’s special.

They’re special.

#this is so late you sent this like months ago i’m sorry i just got madney INSPO #the end is so like WHAT CHILL MADDIE U JUST MET #but they do be soulmates tho #also I don’t like the way this flowed #but whatever #maddie buckley #chimney han #hen wilson #evan buckley #911 #madney

[lassieposting]

I'm mad at myself for asking this but 💘 skug/alt!Serpine

WHEEZES

U CONVERTED

send me 💘 + A SHIP and i’ll tell you—

where they first met and how

KOTW.

Then, after Skug refuses to kill Serpine at the end of SOW, China spitefully makes him responsible for Serpine's behaviour while he's living in Roarhaven. "Parole officer" isn't part of Skug's job description but honestly he doesn't trust anyone else to make sure Serpine doesn't slip the leash, so

how long their ‘flirting’ phase was before feelings got involved

I mean, Serpine literally gets his dick out in their very first scene together, and he throws his towel over Val's head so it clearly wasn't for her benefit.

My headcanon is that he did have the hots for his own dimension's Skulduggery before he died. But Serpine has a very warped experience of emotions - he's not insane, and he's not a complete psychopath, but he has very low empathy, an obsessive personality, a considerable sadistic streak and a tendency to be jealous, narcissistic and manipulative. So his crush on Skug was more like an unhealthy fixation - hatred and lust and humiliation and the need to control, all tangled together.

On Skug's side...he has a few lines that read as flirty, in a D/S kind of way. But honestly I don't think this was deliberate. I get the impression he's actually imitating how Serpine spoke to him when he was the prisoner. Serpine's entire arc in SOW can be condensed down to "microdosing on what he put Skug through before killing him". He's surrounded by enemies who want him dead, he loses a body part, he's beaten up, he's humiliated, he's cut off from his magic - and he hates it. I get the vibe that this isn't lost on Skug, and he's repeating things Serpine once mockingly said to him just to rub it in.

who fell for who first ( if applicable )

Serpine.

I have him converting to the Church of the Faceless as a teenager, so he's spent his entire adult life surrounded by other selfish, scheming social climbers who'd sell him to Satan for a corn chip. His relationship history is chock full of psychopaths. He's used to betrayal and being used by his partners - such is life, as a bad guy.

So Skug protecting him during the Leibniz mission makes quite an impact. He even says himself that Skug has every reason to hate him and want to make him suffer - which is an attempt at empathy considerably deeper than anything we've seen from him before - but he's still shocked and devastated when Skug cuts his hand off. He genuinely expected Skug to decide to fight their way out rather than harm him. To me, that says he's come to rely on having Skug in his corner, which is a security net he is decidedly not used to having.

He doesn't necessarily express it very well? His feelings are complicated, and he doesn't understand most of them. A good part of him still hates Skug, just as a good part of Skug will always hate him. But his fixation on Skug shifts a bit - rather than obsessing over him as an enemy, he obsesses over him as an ally. He starts wanting Skug's approval and digging for praise, he gets sulky and jealous if Skug implies he doesn't trust him or goes to someone else for help or information instead, and he starts trying to insert himself into Skug's life.

Basically, he's gotten over that he spent the past 300 years as Skug's enemy, so Skug needs to be over it too. Right now. And it's unreasonable and unfair that he isn't over it.

where their first date was and what it was like

Skug is willing to acknowledge that if they were a couple, which they're not, because they're arch enemies, then maybe, if you really had to look at anything they do as "a date" then...perhaps the first time they went to the opera could in some way be considered their first date. But it wasn't. Because they're not together. He doesn't even like Serpine. Valkyrie just doesn't appreciate "yowling" and he had nobody else to go with because all his friends are dead.

Serpine will agree with this - but only because he knows that announcing that he lowkey considers their three day torture extravaganza to be their first date would go down like a lead balloon.

who asks who out and how ( with a sign? spelled out on a cake? just a simple ‘will you go out with me’? )

They never have a "going steady" discussion. It's just

if they keep / kept their relationship secret or let everyone know right away

They're adamant that there's nothing to let anyone know about. They spend a lot of time together, and sometimes Serpine helps with cases, and they angry fuck sometimes, and Skug keeps a few shirts and a toothbrush at Serpine's apartment, but they're not a couple.

who’s more dominant

Skug. Serpine will die mad about it. He complains constantly about how much he gets manhandled during the Leibniz mission, how undignified it is to be cut off from his magic, how everyone tells him to shut up every time he tries to join in a conversation, he hates you all, remember that time he killed people you all cared about?

Unfortunately, Serpine is a massively subby bottom, so dom!Skug makes him deeply horny and even more angry about it. He's the epitome of "Stop looking at my fucking boner when we fight."

where their first kiss was and what it was like

It's New Year's. Serpine is out at a bar with some of his student neighbours because, why not. Skug is at the same bar, questioning the staff about a grizzly murder. The usual. Serpine goes over to say hello and make fun of him for Always Working and tell him he should chill out on occasion because isn't it your fucking birthday and you're still at work??? They're still talking when the countdown finishes and everyone around them starts kissing, which is a completely new concept to Serpine because that tradition wasn't part of the Leibniz dimension's New Year's festivities, so he just sort of panics because everyone else is doing it, grabs Skug by the front of his coat and goes for it.

Skug freezes, because who would know how to react when the man who killed you once tries to go to town on your fake face, and then gets his shit together and promptly arrests Serpine for assaulting a Sanctuary official, because he's petty and he can and Nef needs to learn some fucking boundaries.

They end up lowkey working on the case together through the bars of the temporary holding cell, and although neither of them would admit it, they actually have a good time. At the end of the night Skug relents, lets him out for "good behaviour" and gives him a lift home.

how into pda they are

Serpine is hugely into PDA. He likes a possessive, jealous partner, he's got a bit of an exhibitionistic streak, and ultimately he wants to be wanted enough to be fought over.

Unfortunately for him, Skug is not a PDA fan in the slightest. Serpine finds this bitterly disappointing.

where their usual ‘date spot’ is ( if applicable )

A Roarhaven restaurant with a live jazz band. Serpine likes the food, Skug likes the music, and it's public - so neither of them feels wrongfooted and vulnerable in the other one's territory. Although, as Serpine likes to point out, it would be a bit difficult to torture and dismember a man in his student accommodation apartment. If he can hear Maddie-across-the-hall having muffled sex with her latest beau from the far side of his flat , he's pretty sure the entire building would hear Skug fighting his way out of whatever diabolical trap he seems to think has been set for him every time he comes over.

who’s more protective

Skug is more obviously protective - he protects Serpine almost the entire time in Leibniz, rows with China in defence of his freedom, and (however reluctantly) steps up to help him settle in Roarhaven. But Serpine is territorial, and he can be surprisingly proactive about it. If Skug comes home injured, he can always tell - no matter how much he tries to hide it - because he's seen Skug at his very worst, he knows what 'trying to mask pain' looks like in the set of that jaw and the grit in that voice. He doesn't like anyone else playing with his toys, so sometimes he'll get very angry and lash out at whoever damaged Skug in the first place.

(He also tends to hover at the clinic like a particularly irritating bad smell. He insists it's because he just finds Skug's pain amusing. He's not concerned. Not in the slightest. He doesn't care at all. No, he will not go home.)

how long it is before they sleep together ( can be as in ‘had sex’ or as in ‘shared a bed’ )

They first hook up a few months after returning from Leibniz, but it's a half-dressed up-against-a-wall sort of thing and neither of them sticks around for pillow talk. They don't actually share a bed - as in, fall asleep together - until at least a year later. Technically, the first time they fall asleep together, they're on a stakeout and Serpine dozes off on Skug's shoulder, then wakes up with a cricked neck.

if they argue about anything

Literally everything, 90% of their interactions are arguing. Bickering and snark is the only way they know how to communicate.

who leaves more marks ( lipstick, hickeys, scratchmarks etc. )

Serpine loves leaving marks and doesn't mind getting them, either. He's territorial and has an exhibitionist streak, so he likes everyone knowing who he belongs to, and he's deeply thirsty over the idea of everyone knowing Skug belongs to him.

Unfortunately, Skug is not easy to leave marks on. Any hickies he gives the facade will disappear as soon as Skug turns it off. Some of his scars still show, though - the ones that scored his bones - so at least there's that.

who steals whose clothes and how often

They're not too different in size, so they could probably both get away with it, but everything Skug owns was tailored for him and Nef is narrower in the shoulders, so Skug's shirts don't look quite right on him. That doesn't stop him borrowing a couple to wear around the house, though. He has no stored wealth in this dimension, so he's wearing off the rack until he can get his feet under him again, and Skug's shirts are all obnoxiously fine fabric. It would be silly not to steal a few.

how they cuddle ( spooning? facing each other? )

They're not that cuddly. They do have occasional moments of softness, but it's more likely to be, like. A shoulder bump. Fixing each other's shirt collar. Tending an injury with a minimum of mockery. They do a fair bit of this when no one's watching, though.

what their favourite nonsexual activity is

Bickering.

They also both like working cases. The Sanctuary won't officially hire Serpine because he is who he is, but when Skug hits a dead end in a case or has something that's really frustrating him, they'll go over it together. 400 years of enmity aside, their minds work in similar ways, and they're both very good at that sort of thing - if they hadn't met on opposite sides of the battlefield, they probably would have gotten along very well.

how long they stay mad at each other

They've never actually not been mad at each other. They're just all each other has left because all their friends are dead.

what their usual coffee / tea orders are

Initially, both black - maximum stimulants for Skug, maximum edginess for Serpine. But then he discovers Starbucks, and all the fancy things mortals are doing with coffee these days, and starts branching out into what Skug calls "frilly froufrou nonsense". After that his drinks are like 95% sugar and syrup.

if they ever split up and / or get back together

They never officially split up. This is mostly because neither of them will admit being together in the first place. They absolutely go through phases of being far more enemies than fuckbuddies, and they know how to push each other's buttons and hurt each other like no one else. This ship is comedic and incredibly toxic in turns.

what their shared living space is like ( messy? clean? what kind of decor? )

They don't live together. Serpine has no idea where Skug lives, and Skug wants to keep it that way. Serpine's flat is technically student accommodation - he just needed somewhere the landlord was too young to remember him from the war - so when Skug crashes there it's usually cramped and noisy and there's a revolving door of neighbours knocking on to ask to borrow some milk/loo roll/"hey, you're old, help me with my history thesis?"/"Are you coming out tonight?"

All Serpine's neighbours think he's a sex worker - to them, he seems to have a different well-dressed sugar daddy staying over every week. They keep trying to set him up an OnlyFans. Skug finds all this very amusing.

what their first christmas / hanukkah / etc as a couple was like

Christmas was banned in Leibniz (as a religious holiday of a banned religion) so Nef hasn't celebrated since he converted in his teens, but he gets into it, because it's an excuse for a party and nobody is policing him. Skug is his usual grinchy grouchy self. Nef also celebrates several holidays that Skug isn't familiar with that were commonplace in Leibniz, but are only observed by strict Faceless worshippers in Roarhaven.

what their names are in each other’s phones

Skug is an old man about his contacts, so Nef is just "Nefarian Serpine".

Serpine, on the other hand, has recently discovered emojis, so Skug is "💀🍆".

who falls asleep first and who wakes up first

Who falls asleep first varies; Serpine is a night owl and likes to go to bed in the early hours of the morning, but Skug has some really fucked up working hours, so a lot of the time he's awake long after even the night owls have gone to bed. But it's always Skug who wakes up first - Serpine is Absolutely Not a morning person. He fits right in with the students in his building who have to be coaxed from under the quilt by the smell of frying bacon.

Skug, because he enjoys the odd opportunity to be an asshole, will sometimes wake him with a cup of coffee, and sometimes by holding a flame up to the fire alarm. Variety is the spice of life, Nefarian, didn't anyone ever tell you that?

who’s the big spoon / little spoon

Cuddling is fairly new to Serpine. He's always enjoyed sex, but he has a solid tendency to jump into bed with the enemy - as shown by his laundry list of Resistance conquests - so he's never really gone for relationships where cuddling is a thing. He's more into the "forbidden passion" sort of dynamic.

Skug is a cuddler, but not so much in this particular relationship, for obvious and understandable reasons. Serpine does figure out though that he can burrow under Skug's arm while he's half-asleep or in a postcoital fugue state and Skug will just sort of let him, so he's probably the little spoon.

who hogs the bathroom

Both of them.

Serpine lives in a tiny one bed flat in a student building. His bathroom is miniscule. And when Skug stays over, they're both crammed in there first thing, Serpine trying to shave and do his hair and Skug elbowing him out of the way to cycle through facades until he finds one that's handsome enough to leave the house in. They bicker horrendously the entire time. It's a logistical nightmare.

who kills the spiders / takes them outside

Nef kills them. Not because he knows Skug's not a fan, but because he's not allowed to torment humans anymore, so. Last time he checked, killing spiders wasn't an arrestable offence, Skulduggery, stop looking at him like that.

#skulduggery pleasant #sp headcanons #skulpine #this ship is GARBAGE but listen toxic ships are my jam #long post #yeets my crackships into the tag

[purplesurveys]

1111

Something a little bit random and silly for my 1111th, just because.

survey by joybucket

List three things you love that start with each letter.

A: Art and most forms of it; anchovies, in most cases; and Angela.

B: Burgers, Beyoncé, and buffets.

E: Escargot, the name Eloise, and elephants.

F: FISH, Friends, and some folk indie.

S: Sleeping, signing off work at the end of my shift, and all kinds of seafood.

T: I’m obsessed with tteokbokki; trying out new food; and table tennis.

Q: I like the quiet time I occasionally give myself; quail eggs, especially in the form of kwek-kwek; and quattro formaggi pizza.

R: Rainbows, the rain, and riding planes.

O: Old movies, the ocean, and Okinawa milk tea.

List a phrase including an adjective, noun, and verb for each letter. Examples: "angry artist anticipating", "rude rascals running", "dirty dogs dancing", or "empty elephants eloping." Have fun!

A: Adorable animals appearing.

F: Fabulous fingers frolicking.

C; Chummy classmates cooking.

S: Suspicious self salivating.

R: Rambunctious raccoon running.

T: Tired turnip tumbling.

Q; Questioning quail quipping.

J: Joyful joggers jamming.

I: Inquisitive igloos imagining.

L: Luxurious lemonade luminescing.

Z: Zesty zebras zoning out.

E: Ethereal eagles embracing.

List three different occupations starting with each letter.

O: Orthodontist, oceanographer, opthalmologist.

E: Engineer, equestrienne, elementary school teacher.

F: Firefighter, flight attendant, farmer.

S: Scientist, singer, seamstress.

T: Talent agent, tricycle driver, tennis player.

I: Illustrator, inspector, IT technician.

E: Economist, editor, electrician.

L: Lawyer, librarian, lifeguard.

A: Accountant, actor, architect.

Y: Yoga instructor, youth pastor, yogurt maker?? if that counts, lol. Otherwise I got nothing else.

List three adjectives that begin with each letter.

A: Affable, abrupt, adequate.

B: Broken, blunt, bleary.

C: Crazy, clear, clingy.

D: Daunting, delirious, dark.

E: Existential, enraged, exemplary.

F: Fantastic, far-flung, flavorful.

G: Ghastly, gentle, gigantic.

H: Harrowing, healthy, hopeful.

I: Intelligent, identical, impervious.

J: Jovial, jaded, joyous.

List three nouns that being with each letter.

K: Kangaroo, keychain, kiwi.

L: Lemonade the album, lemon the fruit, and Liz Lemon.

M: Mall, maple syrup, and mop.

N: Nightingale, nest, napkin.

O: Ogre, olive, orange.

P: Piano, panini, and pizza.

Q: Queen, quill, quilt.

List three verbs that begin with each letter.

R: Running, raking, reliving.

S: Singing, sailing, surfing.

T: Tricking, tossing, teeming.

U: Understanding, urging, unwrapping.

V: Villifying, venerating, vaccinating - get vaccinated, folks.

W: Wandering, washing, wriggling.

X: I don’t know if there are any and I can’t bother to look it up.

Y: Yawning, yelling, yearning.

Z: Zipping, ziplining, zapping.

List three...

girl's names you love: Olivia, Mia, Emma.

boy’s names you love: Mason, Jacob, Lucas.

girl’s names you dislike: Karen, and our local versions of Karen, Marites and Marivic.

boy’s names you dislike: Chad, times three.

things you hate about summer things you hate about winter things you hate about spring things you hate about fall things you love about spring things you love about winter things you love about fall things you love about summer Crossing these out because my Southeast Asian ass can’t relate, but if you do decide to take this survey feel free to un-strikethrough them!

things you miss from your past: Having more freedom to make mistakes; not having to worry about the future; and friends I’ve since lost.

people who have really hurt you in the past: Gabie, my mom, Marielle.

names of people you have had crushes on: Gabie, Andi from 5th grade...and that’s it, really.

names of people you have gone on a date with: Only Gabie. And I guess maybe Mike? Since he asked me to go with him to his ball as his date.

places you've been and would love to go again: Sagada, Jeju, Bali.

places you want to visit before you die: Morocco, Spain, Thailand.

items on your bucket list: See Times Square, live in a condo, plan a solo trip.

health conditions you have: Scoliosis, lactose intolerance, and very possible depression.

health conditions you've had in the past but don't anymore: Dehydration, UTI, and some kind of weird low-platelet-count thing that was just that, and never diagnosed as anything.

things you are allergic to: Possibly some types of grass, and maybe face masks. Idk how to confirm it really; I just know my skin gets irritated around them sometimes.

youtube channels you love to watch: Good Mythical Morning; the KBS YouTube channel mainly for clips of Return of Superman and 2 Days 1 Night; and Binging With Babish.

favorite drinks: Water, coffee, Long Island Iced Tea.

favorite foods: Sushi, chicken wings, pizza.

favorite desserts: Cheesecake, MACARONS, cupcakes.

favorite holidays: The only one I care for and get super excited about is my birthday, if that counts. Christmas is fine, but I only get the excitement for it on the actual day itself.

favorite colors: Pastel pink, white, maroon.

people you would like to meet: Ysa and Bea, my teammates at work. I’ve met them only once before, and I wish we can be allowed to report to the workplace physically soon so that I get to see them more often and strengthen my relationship (both working and personal) with them. I’d also love to be able to chat and chill with Hayley Williams even for just 30 seconds.

people you want to meet in Heaven: I don’t believe in that, but I’d love to have met my great-grandfather on my maternal grandfather’s side. Also, Audrey Hepburn and Princess Diana.

good names for a dog or cat: Depends on their personality.

reasons why you get up each morning and keep on living: Because I’ve been able to see myself get better, and why stop all the progress?; because I’d want to be able see if the future will get better; and because I’m afraid of what will happen to/who will look out for my dogs if I’m suddenly gone.

For each name, think of three people you know with that name, and list their occupations.

Amanda: I only know one Amanda, and she’s a friend of my ex’s younger sister. She’s only in senior year of high school. I know an Amandine which is close enough I suppose?? and she’s a dentistry student.

Sarah: She’s a media contact and I’m constantly in touch with; she’s the editor-in-chief of a local magazine. I think she’s the only Sarah I know.

Ashley: Also a media contact. I’m not sure about her title, though.

Beth: @bionic-beth is a teacher! :) But I don’t know any Beths in real life, I think.

Katie: Well I know Kate, and I’ll sometimes playfully call her Katie. She works in a government agency and she’s one of their PR people. The HR person who recruited me to come work at my current employer is a Kate, but I have never and have no plans to call her Katie.

Matt: That’s too foreign-sounding a name where I live.

Emily: Don’t know any Emilys, either.

Chris: Media contacts. They run blogs or news sites of their own.

Mike/Michael: The one Mike I know is currently a med student. Not sure if he’s working on the side - I think he is, since I saw him post about a job update on his Facebook a few months ago; but I can no longer remember what he does, or if he’s still doing it.

Jessica: I went to high school with a girl named Jessica but I don’t follow her on social media, so I have no clue what she’s up to now.

Becca/Bekah: Rita’s sister is a Becca. I think she is currently a grad student.

For each name, think of three people you know, and list one adjective to describe each person. (Skip if you don't know anyone with that name.)

Laura

Michelle: Hilarious.

Victoria: Strong.

Tessa: Friendly.

John

Claire: Influential; motherly.

Briana/Brianna: Bitch.

Vanessa

Brittany/Britney, etc.

Allison/Allie/Ally, etc: Kind. 

Olivia

Jordan

Jo/Joe: Ambitious; pretty.

Corey/Kori

Sophie: Sweet; quiet.

Mitch/Mitchell: Tall.

Madison/Maddie/Maddi

Out of all the people you know or have met, list three...

redheads: Yeah, you’re not going to find them in most of Asia. West Asia and some parts of East Asia, probably, but definitely not for the rest.

tall people: Jo, Chesca, and Shaun.

people with really curly hair: I know Kleo has naturally curly hair from her Aeta roots, but it’s been straightened for a very long time now. I think Chesca also has curly hair, albeit slightly. There is also Liana.

sets of twins: My sister had two sets of twins in her high school batch, but I can no longer remember their names. I also had an English class with a pair of twins named Ardy and Thirdy.

of the cutest babies you've seen on social media: My workmate’s baby. My friend Jar has a super squishy niece/nephew pair of twins as well.

people you miss: Angela, Kate, my grandpa.

people with beautiful eyes: I can only think of my ex.

people with nice hair: God I have not been around people for so long, I can barely think of anyone for this.

people who are the same height as you: Aya, Hannah, Tina.

own one of the same clothing items as you: Angela since we went to the same high school and have several of the same school shirts; Laurice since we share a college org and we have our own trademark polo shirt; and my brother and I have our own pairs of Nike Cortez shoes.

make you laugh: Andi, Hans, and this girl I had a couple of history classes with, Rose.

List three celebrities who...

are the same height as you: Lady Gaga and AJ Lee are the only ones who are coming to mind. I wouldn’t call AJ a celebrity though.

have the same hair color as you: Mila Kunis, Kelly Rowland, Dita Von Teese.

look like you: Only based on comments I’ve gotten in the past and not because I necessarily claim these for myself, Lucy Hale, Anna Akana, and Kakie.

List three....

adjectives to describe you: Timid, stubborn, sensitive.

academic courses you enjoyed: Philippine social history, international relations, anthropology.

words you always forget how to spell: Rhythm, committee, accommodate.

things you wish you were better at: Singing, dancing, drawing.

things you are really good at: Writing, reading people, and knowing the best things to order at most restaurants hahahah.

jobs you'd like to have: Ideally, a lawyer or doctor. But realistically, I’d love to have a leadership position in the PR sphere.

jobs you've considered having: ^ Again, lawyer and doctor. Also a journalist or news anchor, back when I still thought I was passionate about journalism.

jobs you'd hate: Journalist, an LTO clerk, an assistant to an asshole celebrity.

things you miss: Being a student, many parts of the past, and deceased family members.

names your mom considered when naming you: Ariel, Kathleen, Katrina.

things people call you: Robyn, Byn, Bynbyn.

*Bonus*: what is your name? (first and middle)? I always feel like just sharing Robyn.

#survey #surveys

[darks-ink]

buddy pal,,, u cant just tell me ur still open for requests and then n o t expect me to come bug u. hb u continue the snow//reveal fic?

Listen… it was a very deliberate choice, ok. I wanted to write Snow as a full reveal, but I ended up not going there because I didn’t want it to end up too long. Which, as it turns out, was a good decision! Because this one ended up even longer than the original, whoopsie. (for people looking it up in my fic archive or on AO3/FFn later - it’ll be listed as Avalanche)

[Snow can be read here, or check my fic archive for links to AO3 or FFn]

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“Danny,” Maddie said,gently, as they approached him. He’d been watching them the wholetime. Since Jack had caught him in the act of forming a snowball withhis ghost powers, really.

It was painful, seeing hisown son look at him with such clear suspicion. With so little trust.

God, they’d reallymessed this up, hadn’t they?

“Yeah?” Dannyeventually replied, warily. “I thought we were in a hurry? What wastaking so long?”

“We were just…”Maddie looked over at him, but he had nothing to offer and shrugged.“Just… talking.”

“About what?” heasked, now even more openly suspicious.

Jack stepped closer toDanny, but stopped when the boy flinched back. Rather than wrap anarm around his shoulders like he really wanted, Jack held out hishands. Showed him that he was unarmed, that he didn’t mean harm.

“About how proud we areof you, Danny-boy.” He made sure to pour all his love, his care,his adoration, into his words. He wasn’t sure if ghosts could feelpositive emotions like they could feel negative, but god, hewanted his boy to know how much he meant those words. “You’vedone so well, and we’re so, so proud of you.”

“Oh,” Danny said,weakly, pressed against the RV. “I– oh.”

This time, he didn’tflinch away when Jack reached for him. He curled his arm around theboy’s narrow shoulders, pulling him against his warm side. His hairwas still white with snow, and he idly brushed some of it out,leaving it a mix of black and white.

“No matter what, we loveyou, Danny.” He could feel the boy shaking against his side, and hewondered how genuine the emotion was. How diluted were Danny’semotions? How much of his boy was left? “You’re our son. You’llalways be our son.”

“You’ve done so well,”Maddie added, stepping closer so she could join the hug. “Youmust’ve been so scared, and it must’ve been so hard, but stillyou’ve done so well. We’re so proud of you, Danny.”

“Mom,” the boystuttered, shaking between them, “D-Dad.”

“Shh,” Maddie shushed,one hand nestled in his white-black hair. “Shh, it’s okay now.We’re here. You’ll be okay. It’ll all be better now.”

They pressed closer toeach other; Danny trapped in-between him and Maddie, like they couldkeep him safe from everything that had happened to him in the lastfew years.

“I– I’m sorry.”Danny sniffled, trying to covertly wipe a hand past his eyes. “I’msorry for not telling you. I– I–”

“Shh.” Jack rubbedDanny’s shoulder. “It’s okay. We understand, Danny. You must’vebeen so scared. Being a ghost, after all the things we’ve said –and continued to say.”

“I– Yeah.” The boyhuffed out a laugh, his breath cold against Jack’s cheek, and theman spared the tiniest thought to wonder about Danny’s ability toplay human. How far did it extend? How had it fooled them for solong? “Yeah, it was… It was a whole thing.”

“It’ll be better now,sweetie, we promise.” Maddie looked at Danny, her eyes as watery asJack’s felt. “We’ll help you figure this out, okay? Whateveryou’ve been doing to stay true to yourself despite… despitebecoming a ghost, we’ll help. Okay?”

“Um.” Danny blinked,then wiped a hand past his eyes with more force. “Wait, what do youmean?”

Jack felt a chill crawlover his spine, completely unrelated to the cold.

Maddie glanced over athim, but must’ve seen that he would be no help, because she settledfor trying to explain herself. “The… The staying true toyourself? That you haven’t changed, haven’t become malevolent,despite what happened?”

“Why would I… becomemalevolent?” Danny frowned, looking between them. “I mean, Iguess ghosts tend to be a bit fickle, but I’m not…”

His eyes widened. “Oh.You think I’m… Oh.”

“We think you’re…what?” Jack hesitantly asked, hoping that this wasn’t going theway he thought it was. If Danny believed that he wasn’t really aghost, if he’d gotten this far by pretending, blowing thesecret could be disastrous.

Danny shook his head, thencovered it with his hands and groaned loudly. “I can’t believe–I should’ve known, dammit.”

“Language, young man,”Maddie corrected, then looked startled at having done so. Dannyrolled his eyes, but it seemed to have broken him out of his moodagain, at least.

“You think I’m…dead?” he guessed, cocking his head. They nodded, and he noddedback. “Yes, well, I’m not.”

Maddie glanced over atJack, and he grimaced back. He didn’t know how to deal with this.How do you tell a ghost that he’s dead, that he’s a ghost,without risking him turning violent?

“Danny, sweetie,”Maddie finally tried, “You have ghost powers.”

“Well, yeah.” Dannyraised one hand to his neck, starting to rub it in that way he’dalways done, ever since he was young. “But I’m not a ghost, notreally.”

Jack raised a skepticaleyebrow at the boy, and he started spluttering immediately.

“I’m not, I swear!It’s– Alright so it’s kinda complicated and I don’t reallyunderstand it because the only guy who’s got the same going on is adick, but–”

“Language!” Maddiesnapped again.

Danny waved a dismissivehand, then picked up right where he’d left off. “Alright, so theother guy is a bastard who refuses to share. Anyway, as I was saying,I’m not really a ghost. I’m only half ghost.”

“Half?” Jackreluctantly asked, his heart clenching at how frantic Danny looked.God, had his boy really constructed this whole lie, just so he couldpretend he wasn’t a ghost? Was this what he’d told Sam, andTucker, and Jazz, to make them believe that he wasn’t hurting?

If Jack figured out whatbastard had made Danny believe this, or god, who might’ve even madeit up in the first place, they were gonna have words.

“Well, yeah!” Dannymanaged to wrench himself out of the hug, which had loosened over theconversation, and moved a few steps away. He gestured at himself, butJack wasn’t sure what they were supposed to see. “See, totallyhuman like this! Well, okay, not completely 100% human, but mostly!”

“Danny–” Maddie said,her voice heavy with emotion.

“No, no,” the boyinterrupted her, holding up his hands. They were still red with cold,starting to turn blue near the tips of his fingers. “I just gotta–Wait, you’ll understand it if you see it. Jazz did too!“

“See what?” Jackasked, even though he was pretty sure he already knew the answer.Danny and Phantom were one, they were pretty sure of that, but thatdidn’t mean anything. Ghosts didn’t necessarily have setappearances. Danny could’ve made two distinct forms for himself,especially if he thought he was something ridiculous as half-ghost.

“This!” Dannyexclaimed as a white spark burst from his body. It circled around hisbody, forming a halo, searingly bright and almost impossible for Jackto look at. The light seemed to sweep over Danny, replacing his thickjacket and loose pants with an oh-so familiar black jumpsuit.

God, and how often had heand Maddie wondered about how familiar Phantom’s suit seemed? Howoften had they looked at it, its design that exactly matched theirown, and not recognized it?

“See?” Danny gesturedat himself again, his boots as white as they snow they were buriedin, his black suit stark against the backdrop. “And now I’mmostly a ghost! But still not 100%, just I wasn’t 100% human inthat form!”

Jack shared a pained lookwith Maddie, a silent conversation on how to tackle this. Theycouldn’t… They couldn’t let their son lie to himself like this,right? Even if he was… Even if he likely would be hurt, knowing thetruth. A white lie, an untruth, would only hurt more. Right?

“Danny,” Jack finallysaid, as gently as he could. “Son. Who told you… Who told you youwere half-ghost?”

“I, uh…” Dannyshrugged, his eyebrows scrunching together like he hadn’t expectedthem to so easily accept the whole Phantom thing. “I mean, I cameup with it, initially? Or, well, me and Sam and Tucker, I guess.Since things didn’t quite check out? But I got plenty ofconfirmation after. Just ask the ghosts, or Plasmius.”

“Plasmius?” Maddierepeated uncertainly. Jack frowned at this, too. Plasmius soundedlike a ghost name, but it wasn’t one he’d heard before. Had aghost been in repeated contact with their son without them realizing?

Well, it wouldn’t beimpossible, he supposed. There might’ve been moments whenPhantom went unnoticed, when he wasn’t fighting. He easily could’vemet with other ghosts during those times.

“Yeah!” Danny nodded,leaning back a little as he lifted off of the ground, floating likehe’d always done so. Jack, with pain in his heart, added anotherstrike to his “Danny actually being a ghost” list. Floating camenaturally to ghosts, to ectoplasmic beings, not gravity-bound humans.“He’s the other half-ghost I mentioned! But like I said, he’s ajerk, so he refuses to tell me much about it. Most of the stuff Iknow I figured out myself, or some things I was told by otherghosts.”

“Sweetie… Don’t youthink those other ghosts might’ve lied to you?” Maddie made acomplicated face, clearly trying to get Danny to figure out the truthslowly. Without having to break his heart directly. “You don’texactly get on well with them, after all.”

Danny shook his head.“Nah. I mean– You’re right, I don’t get along with most of theghosts, but that’s not… There’s no point in them lying aboutthis. Believe me, it was already pretty clear that I was onlyhalf ghost before I ever even met another ghost. And I’vegot allies – friends – among them too, and they… they wouldn’tlie to me about this.”

Light flashed, blindingwith all the snow around them. Danny landed easily, his sneakerssinking into the snow. The snow, which hadn’t been present inPhantom’s hair, was still in Danny’s. Still a mix of black andwhite.

“I mean, I was alwaysconfused why no one connected the dots before. I mean, most peoplearen’t looking to connect a human identity to Phantom, but Ifigured that you two would figure it out sooner or later.” Heshrugged easily, even if his expression didn’t match the casualnessof the motion. “But based on your confusion, I guess you two didn’tthink it was possible? Or, uh, still don’t think that it’spossible, I guess. But I promise you, it’s true. I’m half ghost,and half human.”

Jack and Maddie sharedanother uncertain look. They didn’t just think it wasimpossible, they knew. Years and years of research intoghosts, into ghostly illnesses and the effects of ectoplasm on thehuman body, it all taught them one thing: you couldn’t combine lifeand death in one body. One couldn’t be alive and dead, living andghost, at the same time.

“Danny,” Maddiefinally said, voice pained. “Please, just listen to us.”

“No!” he snapped back,his eyes turning a vicious acid green, their glow casting eerieshadows on his face. “You listen to me! You’realways acting like you know so much about ghosts, but youdon’t! You never listened to me as Phantom, when I tried to tellyou that I was good, and you’re not listening to me now,when I’m telling you that I’m okay!”

“You are okay,Danny,” Jack tried, gently, holding up his hands. “Ghost or not,you’re still our son, and you’re still you.”

But Danny vigorously shookhis head. “No, you need to listen to me! I’m not dead, andI’m not a full ghost! And if you refuse to believe me because ofyour damn research, then– then–”

He halted suddenly, eyesgrowing wide, the green leeching out. So soft it was barely awhisper, he said, “Your research…”

Again, Jack shared anuncertain look with Maddie. But before they could come to anyconclusion, any discussion, Danny stepped forward, towards them.

Jerkily, he stuck out oneof his bare hands. Pulled back his sleeve to bare his wrist.

“Test it,” he said,voice flat. “Your research says that ghosts can’t replicate aheartbeat, no matter what, right? So test my pulse.”

Jack licked his lipsuncertainly, then pulled one of his gloves off. Slowly, he put themassive fingers to his son’s wrist. He knew what he would feel, ofcourse. There would be no pulse. Because his son… his son was dead.A ghost. And ghosts didn’t have heartbeats, no matter what theybelieved.

A thump. Jack froze.

Another thump. And thenanother. A steady, if somewhat slow, rhythm.

“No way,” Maddiegasped, and he easily moved when she shoved him aside. She laid herown fingers on Danny’s wrist, and must’ve felt the same, becauseshe grew wide-eyed.

“Uh,” Danny said, hisother hand rubbing his neck, “Surprise?”

#danny phantom #dp fanfic #phanfic #mostlikelynothuman #dark writes #prompt fill #im not gonna put in links just yet bc tumblr likes eating posts with links soooooo #yeah idk this site really sucks sorry #anyway i hope that Snow 2: Emotions Boogaloo lives up to everyones expectations!

[invincible-loser-blog]

An Euphoric End

Jules Vaughn took a deep breathe to calm herself down as she entered the carnival. “It’s going to be fine. Things are going to work out”, she said to herself. “It has to”. She made her way past a kissing booth and scanned the area. Tonight was the night she was going to meet Tyler. Tyler, the sweet enigma who Rue warned her against. Tyler, the jock who was fascinated by her so much so that he wants to risk everything and meet her. It was going to be them against the rigid unforgiving world.

Her phone chimed. It was Rue. Jules switched off her phone. Jules loved how worried Rue was about her. She loved the attention and care and safety Rue provided. She just loathed herself for not being able to reciprocate all of that in the way that Rue deserved. “No distractions”, Jules said putting away her phone. 

Jules found a bench to sit on, her hands were shaking. The night sky was lit up with laughter and joy. She was surrounded by so many happy people. She knew she deserved to be happy to. She deserved to be happy and safe. That’s why she desperately needs to see Tyler tonight. To prove to the world that she can be happy without concern. She spotted Kat getting some cotton candy. She looked nervous. They locked eyes and nodded. It was time.

Jules turned on her phone. There were 10 missed calls from Rue. “Jesus Rue!” she sighed. She started to compose a text to the Tyler.

‘Are you here yet? I am waiting ‘

“Yes but i’m nervous”

“maybe we should drop it then”

“No! I want to see you”

“Are you sure? You sound very unsure”

“Tonight both of our lives are going to change”

“Yeah? You think so?”

“You’ll see”

“then I can’t wait 2 c u”

“There’s a park not far from here. Meet me there in 10?”

“SURE”

It was happening. Her stomach tightened. Everything around her went quiet. She needed Rue. She contemplated calling her but everything was so weird now after their kiss. Rue was so protective over her. She’d demand that Jules leave everything and run for her life. No, she was no coward. She wasn’t a coward with her Mother. She wasn’t a coward with Nate. She is a superior goddess. She is invincible. She got up and proceeded to the little park.

She could still here the music from the carnival. If things went south, she could still scream for help. Someone would hear her. Someone would help. “Deep breaths Jules”. A shadowy figure appeared in the distance. “Tyler?” Jules asked. She was ready. “Tyler is that you”. No answer. She took out her phone and texted him. The figure approached her slowly. She recognizes that strong chin and shoulders. There was only one guy that obnoxiously tall. “Nate?” Jules said distraught. “What are you…why are you?” she struggled to put a decent sentence together. “Were you expecting Tyler?” Nate smirked impishly. “You catfished me? You fucking...I can’t believe this”.

Nate approached her and started speaking softly in her hear. “Do you want to hurt me? Is that what you want to do huh?” Jules’s body stiffens. “Please” she whimpered. Nate pushed her to the ground with a great force. “I am fucking invincible!” He growled. Rue was right, Jules thought. “Help!” she screamed. Nate grabs her by her hair. “You walk around school looking like this. You disgust me. I am going to hurt you now. I am going to hurt you so bad that you’ll want to move immediately. We don’t need people like you around here” Nate said as he pulled harder. “Nate please just let me go”, Jules begged. “I am going to kill you!”

“Let her go!” A voice came out of the darkness. “Who’s there?!” Nate said scanning the area frantically. “Who’s there?!” Three figures appeared. “Maddie? What are you doing here?” Nate asked. He was still holding on to Jules’s hair. His grip was tightening. “Rue!” Jules cried. “Let her go you piece of shit”, Rue said, her hands were covered in rings and her hair was tied in a ponytail. “I found the dick pics Nate”, Maddie smiled. “Good thing I told Kat about it”. “And Kat told me and we figured it all out”, Jules said and kicked him in the groin. Nate fell to the ground. “Bitch!” He cried. “Let’s move”, Kat ordered. Rue jumped on top of him.

“Never ever touch the girl I love again”, she said through gritted teeth. She punched him and she didn’t stop until her sweatshirt was stained with blood. “You have it on video Kat”, Jules asked. “Yeah”. “I think that’s enough Rue”, Kat said nervously. Maddie pulled Rue off of Nate. “Enough!”

Rue stared at Nate breathlessly. There was still a raging fire in her eyes. She had become unhinged. Jules came up from behind her and hugged her. “It’s okay, thank you”, she whispered. Nate groaned. He tried to call for help but he was too weak. Jules walked closer to him. “We’re going to leave here now and never speak of this again. You had your little fun freak but it’s done now. You’re going to leave us alone and if you don’t-”

“The whole internet is going to know what a pussy you are and about the little stunt you tried to pull”, Kat grinned. “Let’s get out of here guys”, Rue said impassive. “I’m bored”. Maddie crouch beside him. “You need to get help Nate. It’s over for real this time”

Later that evening the four girls were in Maddie’s room. “ I can’t believe we pulled it off”, Kat said giddy. “I still think we should’ve gone to the police”, Rue said sternly. “Jules isn’t safe”. “Rue chill. He is not going to come near me. I am officially done with dating apps. Thanks again guys”, Jules smiled. “Okay losers my dad will be home any minute”, Maddie sighed and fell on her bed. Jules knew she was lying because she spotted Maddie’s dad on the way in. she figured Maddie just needed to be alone to reflect on what’s happened  . They said to goodbye to each other and departed.

Rue and Jules were outside in the street. Jules caressed Rue’s arms. “You were so worried about me tonight”, she said. “I’ll always be there to protect you”, Rue said moving closer to her. “Look Jules, I don’t know what that kiss was about. I’ve never met anyone like you. You’re my best friend and I hope that we can just be that…best friends. I love you and I don’t ever want to lose you and I-”

“Stop talking and come home with me Rue Bennet”

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[writing-in-riverdale]

locker room blues | archie andrews x reader

request

written by: maddy

edited by: rosie

anonymous said: okay 2 things. 1,my names rOSIE AS WELL. also can I request an archie fic where the reader is like veronica but she just moved from london and archie,betty,ronnie ,and kevin catch her singing in the locker room and are like amazed (preferably the song hate u love u by Olivia O'Brien it’s a great song) and they kiss or something. thanks!!

chapter song: ‘Your Song’ by Rita Ora!

✖ I let out a deep breath, opening my E/C eyes. I rake my eyes up the tall and intimidating building. I straighten my back, lean my shoulders back and tilt my head up. I take a step towards the school building, knowing that after today this would be where I was to finish my schooling. Taking one step after another until I’m inside the building. “Hello Miss,” An older voice calls out, I look around searching for the source of the voice. My eyes find a lady who appears to be in her late sixties, smiling at me, her red lipstick slightly smudged along her chin. She sits behind a large dark wood desk, complete with a telephone, a small computer and some books. I smile back softly, “Hello, you wouldn’t happen to know where I’m supposed to go for my tour do you?” I ask. The lady nods her head softly, “That’ll be Betty Cooper that you’re looking for, if you just wait here she should be here soon.” I nod my head softly, the smile falling from my lips. I run my hands down my front smoothing down the nonexistent wrinkles from my black dress that fell halfway up my thigh. A few moments later, my thoughts are interrupted by a bouncy blonde pony tail. “Hi,” The girl, Betty, says cheerfully, “I’m here to guide you around for today.” She smiles widely gracing me with her perfect teeth. “I’m Y/N,” I say holding my hand out for her to shake, her eyes dart down to my hand, then quickly back up to my face. I raise one eyebrow, encouraging her to shake my hand. “Betty Cooper,” She smiles tossing her head to the side as we shake hands. She spins on her heel, throws her arms open in front of her and gestures outwards towards a doorway that I hadn’t noticed before. My eyes watch as students pass and enter rooms. “Welcome to Riverdale High School. Land of the unknown.” She giggles softly. “Do you know where I get my schedule?” I ask ringing my fingers together. Betty’s jaw drops and her eyebrows raise. I furrow my brows together in confusion. “Did I do something wrong?” I ask quizzically. “Wait! You’re English?” She says excitedly, clasping her hands together excitedly.  I laugh a little, “Yeah, I am. I’m guessing my accent is a dead give away.” She laughs and continues the tour.  ~ The next day roles around, and I’m back in school. This time instead of having Betty show me around, I’m all on my own. I open my locker with ease and throw my bag inside it and pull out the books for my next subject. “Hello there,” a sweet voice says from behind me. I spin around to meet a pair of gorgeous brown eyes. I move my eyes over the gorgeous person stood in front of me, his ginger hair, strong and masculine features, soft lips, down to his lean and muscular frame. I trail my eyes back up to his face, a soft smirk graces his lips. I smile cheekily at him. “Like what you see?” He asks chuckling softly. “Possibly,” I say winking at him. I watch as his eyes widen. “Before you even ask, yes I am English.” I roll my eyes. “I wasn’t going to ask,” He says winking back at me, “What classes do you have today?” “I honestly don’t know,” I reply laughing a little. I pick up my schedule out of my locker and hand it to him. “We have second, third and fourth period together,” He says after examining the piece of paper. “Your first class is English in the next hall over.” “Great,” I say a smile on my face, “You can take care of me in those classes then,” I say softly leaning in a bit closer towards him. He laughs, “I’m Archie Andrews.” “Y/N Y/L/N,” I say smiling.  A deep and loud ringing can be heard echoing through the halls. “I guess that means it’s time for class.” “Yeah, it is,” Archie replies a soft smile on his face. I close my locker and turn on my heel and begin walking in the direction I new my first class would be. I feel a hand touch my back, I turn my head to my left and see Archie falling into step beside me. “What are you doing?” I ask laughing a little, “You’re not in this class.” “No, but you are,” He says smiling softly eyes locked with mine. I smile back at him a light blush fanning across my cheeks. His fingers brush mine softly, i tilt my head down as I feel my cheeks heat up. “This is your stop,” He says, I raise my gaze up to his face a soft smile on my lips. “Thanks for walking me to class Jock,” I step onto my tip toes a press my lips to his cheek softly, before quickly pulling them away. “It’s no problem,” He breathes out. I smile and walk inside the classroom. ~ A few weeks pass and I’m finally starting to get to know all of my teachers and my way around the school. I had met many new people thanks to Betty and Archie, who has made it their mission to make me feel welcomed at Riverdale. I throw my gym bag over my shoulder and take a few steps out of the gymnasium and into the locker rooms. I enter after everyone else had left, as I had stayed behind to fix some things up with the teacher. The empty locker room sent chills down my spine. I walk over to my new locker and open it placing my bag inside, I pull out the clothes I need to change into. I lift the sweaty shirt over my head. “Feeling used, but I’m still missing you,” I sing softly, “And I can see the end of this.” I pull my gym shorts down my legs, “Just wanna feel your kiss against my lips, and now all this time is passing by, but I still can’t seem to tell you why.” I pull a pink crop top over my head, and short blue denim jean shorts over my hips, “it hurts me every time I see you, realize how much I need you. I hate you, I love you, I hate that I love you, don’t want to but I can’t put nobody else above you.” I allow my voice to project through the empty locker room. “I hate you I love you, I hate that I want you, You want her you need her, and I will never be her,” I sing louder, running my fingers through my H/C hair. I hum the melody as I pick my belongings back up and make my way out of the locker room. Soft applause can be heard as I push open the door. I jump slightly at the sound, my eyes move around and see Betty, Archie, a girl I learned to be Veronica and a boy named Jughead all stood outside the girls’ locker room door. I smack my hand to my chest, “You guys scared me.” “Girl you can sing!” Veronica exclaims excitedly. I laugh softly covering my face with my hands. “You’re amazing,” Betty adds, each of their heads nodding in agreement.  “Thank you guys,” I say blushing, I remove my hands from my face and wring them together in front of myself. “Why is this the first time we’ve heard you sing?” Veronica asks tilting the head to one side confusedly. “I’ve only be here a week,” I say shrugging, i trail my eyes over to Archie a soft smile on my face. I let out a soft laugh at his dazed expression. “Let’s go, guys,” Betty says encouraging Veronica and Jughead to leave with her. Archie stays where he was a sweet smile on his face as he looks at me.  “What?” I ask tucking a piece of my H/C hair behind my ear, a small smile on my lips. He sakes his head, no, but continues to watch me.  A moment later, I take a step towards him and link my fingers with his, a sudden surge of confidence overcoming my body. His warm hand takes ahold of mine, our fingers link together.  His eyes dart down to our now joined hands and back up to my face. His smile widens slightly as he brings our joined hands up to his face. He presses a soft tender kiss on the back of my hand, before dropping them back down to his side. “Do you want to go out with me?” Archie asks, eyes locked with mine. “Are you asking me out on a date Arch?” I ask teasingly. “I sure hope so,” He says, letting out a cheerful chuckle.I nod my head softly, “Yeah, i’ll go on a date with you.” I smile. He smiles and pulls me to his side tucking me safely under his arm. He leans down and presses his lips to my forehead for a second. “It feels like I’ve known you forever,” He says softly as we walk to class together. I wrap my arm around his torso. “Yeah, it seems to be much longer than a week,” I say a laugh erupting from my chest. “A week?” He says as if it’s a long time, making me giggle in response. “Mhm a whole week,” I say teasingly, “I’m already so comfortable here with you, and your friends.”

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92 TRUTHS TAG

rules➔ once you have been tagged you are supposed to write 92 truths about yourself. at the end, choose 25 people to tag!

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LAST… [1] drink: water [2] phone call: my brother [3] text message: “wait are you off now” [4] song you listened to: can’t remember [5] time you cried: idrrrrr

HAVE YOU EVER… [6] dated someone twice: no [7] been cheated on: yeah but i was so young lmao does it really count [8] kissed someone and regretted it: no [9] lost someone special: yeah [10] been depressed: yeah [11] gotten drunk and thrown up: nope

LIST 3 FAVOURITE COLOURS: [12] green [13] blue [14] yellow

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU… [15] made new friends: yessss [16] fallen out of love: wot iz lov [17] laughed until you cried: ofC [18] found out someone was talking about you: idk probs [19] met someone who changed you: yes [20] found out who your true friends are: i guess [21] kissed someone on your facebook list: nah fam

GENERAL… [22] how many of your facebook friends do you know in real life: like 90% [23] do you have any pets: yeah, 2 cats, 1 dog, 2 rats, 1 spider bUT THE 2 RATS ARE LIKE MINE AND THEY LIVE IN MY ROOM AND I LOVE THEM 2 DEATh ;; [24] do you want to change your name: yes but no [25] what did you do for your last birthday: hung out w the fam, idr tbh. my memory is really bad. [26] what time did you wake up: like 9am i think [27] what were you doing at midnight last night: sleeping [28] name something you cannot wait for: the panic! at the disco concert in april holy shit [29] when was the last time you saw your mother: december 30th [30] what is one thing you wish you could change about your life: i wish the people in it were in good and healthy relationships. [31] what are you listening to right now: the fam talking to each other downstairs lol [32] have you ever talked to a person named tom: no :O [33] something that is getting on your nerves: MY DRIVE. where it @ [34] most visited website: tumblr [35] elementary: what about it lol. [36] high school: didn’t finish [37] college: nope [38] hair colour: just dyed it “voodoo blue” yesterday and it’s like a teal now. i love it. original hair color is blonde tho. dirty blonde. [39] long or short hair: short and i love it!!! [40] do you have a crush on someone: i get crushes so easily kill me [41] what do you like about yourself? my chill attitude [42] piercings: ears, septum [43] blood type: I DON’T KNOW AND MY MOTHER DOESN’T REMEMBER [44] nickname: maddy, mas, masidon, cookie, boop beep, xiao long bao lol [45] relationship status: single [46] zodiac sign: pisces [47] pronouns: she/her and confused [48] fav tv show: MY FAVE? wow... i don’t even-...hmm..... i am currently trying to finish steven universe and dexter and i really heckin’ like dexter but idk about faves aight [49] tattoos: not yet but my birthday is soon!!!!!!!!!111 [50] right or left handed: right

FIRST… [51] surgery: never had any [52] piercing: ears [53] best friend: Cassy :’’-) now she’s about to have a baby and we still talk sometimes!! i’m so happy for her ilhsm :’’’’’’’’’-) [54] sport: cheerleading [55] vacation: idk [56] pair of trainers: IDK

RIGHT NOW… [57] eating: nothing [58] drinking: nothing [59] i’m about to: type my next answer [60] listening to: my brother talking to his daughter lol [61] waiting for: my head to stop feeling bad [62] want: to watch one punch man and also learn more about witchcraft [63] get married: doubt it [64] career: i don’t know anymore

WHICH IS BETTER… [65] hugs or kisses: hugs [66] lips or eyes: eyes [67] shorter or taller: taller [68] older or younger: older [69] romantic or spontaneous: both? [70] nice arms or nice stomach: idc [71] sensitive or loud: sensitive, i am extremely headache-prone. [72] hook up or relationship: idk probs a relationship but at the same time no [73] troublemaker or hesitant: troublema...??ke??r?? idk

HAVE YOU EVER… [74] kissed a stranger? no [75] drank hard liquor? yes [76] lost glasses/contact lenses? yes [77] turned someone down: yeah [78] sex on first date? not for me [79] broken someone’s heart? idk [80] had your own heart broken? maybe a little?? [81] been arrested? no, but i’ve gotten a warning and then had to ride in a cop car lol. that’s the closest i’ve ever gotten. [82] cried when someone died? yeah [83] fallen for a friend: usually

DO YOU BELIEVE IN… [84] yourself? a little [85] miracles? eh [86] love at first sight? more like attraction [87] santa claus? no lol [88] kiss on the first date? yeah [89] angels? not really

OTHER… [90] current best friend’s name: don’t really have one [91] eye colour: green [92] favourite movie: idkkkkkkkkkk

tagging➔ I’M JUST GONNA TAG U FAM @auveni but feel free @ anyone else who wants to do this

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[diary4]

14/8/18

Fucks sake.I’m currently engaged in mission ‘get all the way to Bristol and take my stuff out of the boys house to my house then get home again without anyone noticing’, and so far I’ve made a right cock up of the whole thing. Got to Egham station at an inconvenient time anyway because it was inbetween trains to Reading so I had to wait 20 minutes for one. Then somehow, I was so lost in my own stupid thought that when the train to Reading came I did t even notice, and by the time I’d realised and ran to it it was already pulling away.Serves me right I guess. It’s just another one of the blows karmas dealt me since I officially gave up on morality.Oh yeah, that’s right, you guessed it.I suppose this chapter of the story, which is kind of like chapter two of the Eric saga, commencing after the yearnful intermission, started last Friday. So this is the Friday that’s Friday fast approaching Saturday which would be the Saturday to mark 2 weeks since I officially broke things off with Eric. Had a god awful boring week last week where absolutely no one was around and absolutely nothing happened. Started going stir crazy. More than relieved when Michelle planned to have this little gath on Friday night.Anyway the whole thing turned out to be a bit of a cop out, because there wasn’t enough alcohol and it was a weird, Jamie Foster dominated crowd. The ‘main event’ was Molly’s new boyfriend Oscar, being trotted out and introduced for the first time. It was especially exciting because the word (corroborated by social media) was that he was really really peng. Anyway, it was funny because he turned out to be kind of a dweeb - he had a bit of a tragic man bun and he vaped and he tucked his tshirt into his jeans etc. Anyway, I got pretty drunk and ended up kinda passed out with Soph and Smell on the sofa, in self imposed exile of the general conversation which we only joined in to nag John to take us home. I don’t know if it’s cos it was kind of a shitty night or cos I felt kind of excluded, or if it was just a side effect of being drunk and free of inhibitions, but all of a sudden all I wanted to do was forget all this abstinence nonsense and hit up Eric. Maybe it was also something to do with how unbearably horny I’ve been all week - the predictable time of the month. Anyhow, I felt no pressure to follow through on Friday night only because I knew I was going out again the next day, and that that would provide a far better opportunity to hook up. In the morning I sort of told myself that the whole thing was rubbish, but I think that in my heart I kind of knew that there was no way I wasn’t messaging him on Saturday.Anyway. Saturday rolls around. Unbearably hungover. Meant to be going to Maddie’s to pre for this Artshouse festival thing in London. The whole day has been organised and sold as Maddie’s leaving party, and despite the fact I no longer like Maddy and didn’t really know anyone else going apart from Beth, I’d allowed myself to be convinced to go by Beth, who I felt guilty for leaving alone. I had apprehensions, but I sort of knew it would be fine - once you’re drunk things normally are - and besides, aren’t I supposed to thrive around new people when wasted? It’s true, I always manage to make some random friends. And I did. I can’t be bothered to describe the whole day because it’s not really the topic of chapter two, but yeah, it was fucking lit, i slammed way too much coke, was lucid for the most part but am missing a patch between dancing and being on the tube home with Beth, and, oh yeah, around 7 pm lost all inhibitions completely and hit Eric up with an ‘oi’.It was raining hard, we were drenched to the skin and being shunted around to the sound of tech. I wiped the water off my phone and checked it once every ten minutes or so - after forty minutes he still hadn’t responded. Imagine my sudden panic. Here I had been, assuming that Eric was on standby and would always be there when I fancied dipping my toe back into sin. What if he had in fact moved on? What if he was going to blank me - leave me on read? What if this was operation Lucas all over again?!!In a desperate bid to retain my dominance in the relationship, I sent an angry follow up: ‘don’t you dare ignore me Eric, you shit’.Anyway, long story short, he replied soon after that and we arranged to meet up that evening. My memory sort of melts away around this point, but I know from the messages that I was pretty forward and initiated quite a lot of the whole thing. I resurface from the blackout on the tube with Beth, and it’s at this mind fuck that we resurface.Riding the line with Beth. We’re having some melty, loud, drunk conversation, lying all over each other and the carriage. Then she has to get off at a stop and I’m left on my own, sliding away from the back of her blonde head and the platform and not knowing where the hell im going.Hit up Eric - ‘I’m in central’ (I think?)He comes back saying he’s wine drunk and tired and can’t be bothered coming to central, so I say I’ll come meet him in Uxbridge. Only problem is - how to get there.At this point i try to ascertain my location and find myself staring hard at the blue rectangle that says ‘Embankment’. Right. All I need to do is get onto that blue Piccadilly line, then I can slide all the way down to Uxbridge easy peasy.How I managed to get onto the Jubilee line I will never know - my navigational tactics were just sheer will power. At one point I got on a train, realised I was sliding in the wrong direction and had to do a rapid U-y at the next stop. Somehow, though, around 11 at night, I found myself gliding into Uxbridge station. By this point of course my phone had gone flat, but I haphazardly hoped this wouldn’t pose a problem, and it didn’t, because when I came through the barrier Eric was sitting, dark and broody, in the corner of the station.So he gave me his coat, a kind of quilted denim thing, because ow as wearing nothing but a crochet bralet, and we hooked arms and began ambling towards his. When we got there we continued drinking wine, and I think we did kiss quite a bit but nothing else, our clothes stayed very much on and I sat on his stomach and rattled off what I’d been doing all week and the conversation got deeper until (I don’t remember this) eventually I fell asleep on his chest.So here’s the thing - I fucking fancied him so much. It was like all the doubt and annoyance that had made me doubt whether I did before had evaporated, absense had done its fondening work on the heart, and we were head over heels, all over each other, all gazing eyes and thoughts like ‘I just can’t believe how handsome you are’ bouncing about in my brain. It was the same the next morning - we chattered and laughed with all the ease in the world, and lolopped on each other and I could barely tear myself away to go home.It’s wet and strange but I really just can’t get over how perfect he looks. So I’m not stupid, I know he’s not the best looking person in the world. But for me, for my personal taste, he just looks perfect - like he’s just perfect?! I could play with his hair and stuff for hours man. Hell.He made this stupid spoof film with his friend Janek, ‘the polish cinematographer’, which is on YouTube. In it they’re just sitting around smoking chatting shit trying not to crack up. Basically when I’m bored I just whack it on and I can’t stop watching it. It’s like back when I first met Charlie and I had those two videos of him impersonating Varys and saying ‘if you don’t have a croquet lawn you’re a fucking peasant’ that I couldn’t stop looking at. Except Eric just looks so much better. I don’t know if that’s the me of today talking or if the me of two years ago would agree. Either way - that’s how I feel now. This shifting sands of time and personality thing is impossible to keep up with. I guess you just have to surf the present ?I hope Eric feels the same way as me. I’m kind of concerned that he isn’t really capable of getting all giddy and in love and excited, because he’s been with with so many people and had so much of it. Even I can sort of sense how this time isn’t going to be as giddy and as romantic as it was with Charlie - the first time is always the best, salt in the glass of water that is your heart etc. There were a few things he said which sort of indicate that he really does like me. In the morning, wrapped in each other’s arms with some music humming in the background he said ‘this is what I missed. Just chilling. You are one chillllll motherfucker’. Does that equate to being someone with whom he feels himself falling mind body and soul infatuatedly in love with? Maybe...?​

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Sunset Music Festival: Cody's Story

Cody tells us about his first festival experience, and how anxious it made him, but how fantastic the experience turned out to be.

This past year has been a really big for me. I was never much of a concert goer. However, since Life in Color in Philadelphia, I have been on a whirlwind of discovery- especially in the EDM genre. I went to DJ Snake at Echostage a couple of weeks ago and it was so much fun for me. Now, here I am talking to you about the crazy weekend I just had in Miami at Sunset Music Festival.

Sunset was my first festival. I had no idea what to expect going into it. I kind of thought Sunset might be like Life in Color- where there was one big stage with a ton of space around it. Boy, was I wrong! I can tell you that the past two shows I went to didn’t prepare me at all for what that weekend entailed. It was totally different from what I expected.

Leading up to the festival, I started to get kind of anxious. I was trying to mentally prepare myself for what was coming up and for the 15-hour drive to get there. I would say the drive was my least favorite part. I mean it was fun, I got to play Pokémon. Yes I’m a grown man, and yes I play Pokémon. I got to drive down with my two best friends, Nathan and Shane, but the drive was just so long. I was ready to feel that Miami sun.

Getting ready for day one, I was so nervous. I had no idea what to expect. We went downstairs to wait for our Uber and met a bunch of other really cool festival-goers. A couple of them actually shared the Uber with us. Once inside the vehicle, I started feeling really happy and amped. I was so excited that I accidently left my phone in the Uber – what a great way to start the day. I was surprised that the entry into the festival line wasn’t longer, we got through it pretty quickly.

Once we were inside, I became super overwhelmed. It was pretty intense. It was hard for me to really enjoy what was around me because I had to take it all in and see what everything was about. Experiencing what it was like to be around all these people was mind-blowing. The first day was serious overload for my friends and I. We were all overwhelmed and exhausted, so we left early. I was definitely bummed out that I didn’t get to see Galantis or Hardwell but, I knew it was time to leave.

The next day, I didn’t think I was going to go. I had a pretty bad morning, as much fun as I had the day before. All these new things to take in gave me an anxiety attack. I planned to just stay in the hotel room and have a chill day. After a while, I looked at myself and said, “You know what, I’m going to go.” I don’t know exactly what changed my mind, but I’m super glad I did.

The second day was so much better for me. There were a ton of cool people that I got to meet. There was this tent called Celebrate Safe, where my friends and I got to help out for a little while. They were getting swamped with people asking for water and stuff, but Celebrate Safe had to save it for emergencies. We tried to get the crowd to disperse from the tent. It was really fun working with the crew.

I learned how to trade Kandi, and I met this really awesome girl named Maddie who ended up hanging out with us for part of the night. Seeing Marshmello was definitely my favorite. It was crazy and, later that night, the crowd jumped up and down and danced like I’d never seen before. The crowds were not like this at DJ Snake or Life in Color. Marshmello also had a huge following, I would say most of the people on day two were there for him. Everyone was dressed up like him with the helmets and stickers, it was crazy.

Jack U was also really good. I think between them and The Chainsmokers, it was neck and neck for the best visuals. During The Chainsmokers’s set, I looked around at the crowd and I could not believe my eyes. On day one there were a lot of people, but you could still move around. Day two, on the other hand- the crowd was never ending. The crowd went from the stage, past the Celebrate Safe tent, and pretty much to the main gates - it was so surreal.

You will definitely see me at more festivals. I just have to save up because they’re crazy expensive. My friends and I were already pretty close, but experiencing this together brought us to a whole new level. Can’t wait to see you next year Sunset!

#festivals #music festivals #music storytelling #sunset music festival #marshmello #the chainsmokers

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4.11-4.17: More Classes, NGO Market, Lidice, and Nature Time

TW: Mentions of death and violence. 

Well, I’m finally back. Its a bit ironic that after all my talk of keeping up to date with this blog, I proceed to have one of the longest breaks between posts (nearly a week... geez).  

Anyways, back to the action. This week was probably one of the slower weeks, I felt like went out less and got less done overall, its also been the worst weather by far. Rainy and overcast, low 50s, similar to Seattle. Maybe the weather has influenced my more homebody tendencies? I don’t know... On Tuesday morning, we went to the movie theater inside Lucerna Plaza complex and watched a 2000 Czech movie called “Divided We Fall” which follows a Czech couple and the Jewish man they house, living in the German-occupied Sudetenlands during WW2. The movie really pointed out that during the war, many people occupied the moral grey space between being Nazis performing war crimes, and a total victim (outside of the Jewish, Romany and other populations sent to work and death camps). After class, I wandered around Wenceslas Square, and some of the smaller plazas that extend from it. I got some mulled wine and observed more street performers and buskers for my project. 

Wednesday, in class we discussed some of the recent events in Hungary and Poland that are undermining liberal democracy there. Namely, a wave of very strong Presidents, working to consolidate their power, reduce the free media and other parts of civil society. It wasn’t a very optimistic morning, as you can probably guess... In the afternoon, we hopped on the tram and went to an annual NGO (Non-Governmental Organizations) Market, where there was dozens and dozens of NGOs, covering everything from public health, educational programs for Romany children, to nature conservation to protect local bird populations. It was pretty cool walking around the fair. Unfortunately most of the written materials were in Czech and the many of the people at the booth spoke minimal to no English (as it was a lot of middle aged to older folks), which really limited the depth of the interactions I had. This was rather disappointing. Wednesday evening was spent getting ahead of reading for the next week and procrastinating on working on my research paper. 

Thursday morning, started cold and dramatic, with brooding clouds on the horizon. We met Vera, at a rather far away metro station, at 9am in the morning, so everyone was still rather sleepy. We then hoped on the subway, riding it to the end of the line, before getting on another bus and driving out into the countryside of the Czech Republic for a solid 30-40 minutes. It was only as I  looked out the window at the green fields did I realize how much I had missed the nature and greenery of the Pacific Northwest. Its not that Prague doesn’t have greenery, its just the actually city has a lot of narrow streets and fewer green spaces than Seattle. I mean, even in the U-District, a person is always within 10 or 15 minutes of the arboretum or Ravenna Park. I hope that I’ll get the opportunity to explore the Czech countryside more, maybe plan a day trip or two... It wasn’t long before we arrived at the memorial to Lidice. Lidice, was a Czech Village, that was totally destroyed in June 1942, on Hitler’s orders as a form of retaliation for the assassination of Reich Protector Reinhard Heydrich in the late spring of 1942 by agents sent by the Czech government in-exile. However, the village of Lidice had no role in the assassination plot, but was chosen due the cryptic language found by the Nazis in a letter mailed from Lidice. It was later found out that the letter had no relation to espionage, but was rather a man telling his mistress he wanted to end it. On June 12, 1942, Nazis came to the village, killed all the men, deported all the women to a concentration camp and most of the children were held at a former textile camp before being killed by gas in Magirus gas vans. Children from all over the Czech Republic come to visit the memorial as part of their elementary school curriculum. It occupies a large place in the cultural historical landscape of the Czech Republic.

By the time we got to the memorial, it was raining and hailing and the sky was very dark. First we went through the museum, which held a lot of personal items, photos and various videos to show what life was like in the village and the destruction created by the Nazis. Perhaps the most painful part was a video of the testimonials of the few survivors, who had been young mothers and children during the massacre. Afterwards we walking around the memorial, which most of the valley the village stood on, the only structures that remain are the remains of the grave yard and the foundation of the church. There is a children's memorial dedicated to all the children who died and a call to end the suffering of children due to war everywhere. The rest of the memorial is a series of paths, green space and large memorials of weeping women erected during the Communist Era. The lack of actual buildings and large amount of spacs is actually the most effective at conveying the sense of lost and isolation. Afterwards, we walked to “New” Lidice, a village that was built directly after the war and went to their museum, which had a rather dramatic informational movie about the Massacre, as well a gallery made up art that artists have sent in response to the Lidice Massacre. Some of the art was really cool, some of it too abstract for me to fully grasp. Afterwards, I went to a Starbuck with Vera to discuss how my project was going, she was really helpful and I ended up staying there for another 3 hours working on my outline. 

Friday, I spent the morning failing to be productive on my outline in my apartment, then I went to the Prague equivalent of Starbucks’, Costa Coffee and hermited-out there for several hours, the highlight was the chocolate coconut cake and the elderly couple that sat next to me and were incredibly devoted to their Wiener Dog.  

Saturday, me, Maddy, Kristina and Francesca put on our ‘activewear’ gear  and went to Prokopske Udulu (The Prokop Valley), which is a giant park/conservatory on the outskirts of Prague, that has fantastic views of the city. Unfortunately, there was no signs for entrance, so it took us a solid hour and the help of several locals to finally find the entrance. It was a really, really nice walk and the views of the city were amazing. It was nice to be outside the city and somewhere a little more nature-filled. After a brief rest at the apartment, we headed out to the Communist Museum, a rather odd-ball, cluttered museum which serves as the only communist museum in Prague. It was really weird, and it kind of illustrates how Prague, just wants to minimize and forget its communist background. Afterwards, we went to this HUGE toy store called Hamley’s. Honestly, it was awesome and I definitely felt like a little kid again. There was a lot of demonstrations, a carousel in the toy store and a three story slide, it made me smile and really lifted my spirits after the relatively depressing Communism Museum. Afterwards, I grabbed some thai food and then worked on my research proposal for several hours, submitting it and falling into bed. 

Sunday was Easter, and I decided to celebrate with a rather relaxed morning. In the afternoon, me, Francesca and Maddy walked over to Petrin Hall, to meet up with Kieran and Paul and have a picnic. It was sunny, but quite cold. We spend the afternoon just talking and hanging out, it a really nice, chill way to send the afternoon. We also befriended a tiny grasshopper, so I guess, we are animal whisperers? We stopped back to get some gelato on the way back, because clearly when its like 50 degrees, gelato is the only rational food to eat. Once I got home I Skyped the family for a bit, before having a chill evening of doing laundry, cleaning, and bingeing listening to podcasts. 

Even though I went to bed relatively early last night, like 11pm, I slept in until 2pm in the afternoon today, Monday. We had the day off from class, as Easter Monday is a major holiday here in Prague, and everything is closed. Clearly, all the outdoor adventures have been tiring me out more than I thought they would. The evening will be spent working on an midterm essay I have due Thursday and hopefully starting on my revisions for the next version of the paper. 

Czeching out,

               -Kate 

#ramblings