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alsjeblieft-zeg · 1 year
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253 of 2023
Personal Your first and middle name?
Joeri Stijn, so very Dutch.
Your next birthday is how long away?
Two months.
Your current age?
32.
What's your sign?
Taurus, but I don’t care about such things.
Where were you born?
Oostende, Belgium. This is not my hometown, though.
Where do you currently live?
Bruges, Belgium.
How long have you lived in the area you currently reside?
Five years.
Do you have a religious background?
I come from a mixed religion family, Catholic dad and Protestant mum. I consider myself agnostic, though.
Are you currently seeing anyone?
Seeing? What does it mean?
Are you Gay, Straight, or Bi Sexual?
Gay, but asexual.
Do you currently have any children?
No. What’s “currently” anyway? You make babies and then get rid of them?
What do you do for a living?
I’m an electrician in some French rail-making company. (Yes, this one.)
Do you have any pets?
Yeah, two cats.
Do you currently live with your parents?
You crazy? I’m in my 30s, ffs. I live with my husband.
Firsts How old where you when you had your first kiss?
22. I wasn’t much interested.
Who was your first kiss?
My first ex.
First time you flew on plane where did you go?
I’ve never been on a plane. Never will, most likely.
Who was your First grade teacher?
Mrs. W. I still remember her, but she’s deceased now.
First time you skipped school what did you do?
Who remembers that? Probably went to the beach with my friends. Then the school called our parents. Then we got punished. Fun times indeed.
First person you go to when you are in trouble?
My husband.
Who was your first crush?
In all seriousness, probably Nielsje. Unless my *celebrity crush* counts, 17 years and counting. :P
How old were you when you had sex the first time?
24. Never been interested either.
When did you first realize you were interested in the same/opposite sex?
About 15 or so.
Who was your first serious relationship?
Nielsje.
What was your first ever pet?
I had two: a dog named Brutus and a cat named Agatha.
What’s your first choice for a college?
Man, it was years ago. Not gonna share the name, though.
What the first CD you ever owned?
Who remembers that.
What was the first concert you went to?
No.
If… (you must make a choice or anwser) If you got the chance to talk to one political leader which one would you pick?
I wanted to say our king, but is he really political?
If you had to wear one colour forever what colour would you choose?
Black.
If you had to pick one song to describe your whole life what would it be?
Lange Frans & Baas B - Ik Wacht Al Zo Lang.
If you had to live the rest of your life without one person who would it be?
Bianca lol. Everyone would say that.
If you could go back to any one day in life what would it be?
The day we went to Amsterdam. Lots of fun and weed everywhere.
If you had to cut a parent out of your life who would you cut out?
Probably my mum, but we’re good now.
If you had to be stuck in a house with 1 person forever who would you pick?
My husband.
If you could go out and buy anything right now what would you get?
Nothing’s open at that time of a day.
What’s worse? If you had to shave your head or never shave again?
Never shave again, because my facial hair is stupid.
If you had to get a piercing right now what would you get done?
Another cartillage in one of my ears.
If you had to change one thing in the past what would it be?
That brain incident.
If you had to marry your spouse today or never see them again would you?
Fail, we’re married already.
If you could change one law what would it be?
I don’t habe brains for that.
If you had to erase one memory what would you pick?
Sexual abuse.
Numbers Name your 5 favorite colors?
Five? You crazy?
Who are/were your favourite 3 celebs of all time?
I only have one, this Dutch rapper.
Who is the #1 person/ thing in your life?
My husband.
What are 2 things you wish you never did?
Jeez, what a question.
What are 3 things you want to accomplish in the next 5 years?
Get the full mobility of my hand, my medication to be perfectly adjusted, come back to uni.
Where were you on New Years 2000?
Probably at home. I was 10 then.
Name 3 people who have really influenced your life?
Can’t find 3. I’m an oddball out there, I don’t follow anyone.
What are the last 2 books you read?
I’ve been reading one book for long time.
What are 3 movies you could watch over and over again?
I don’t watch movies.
5 cities in the US you want to see before you die?
I’ve only ever wanted to visit New York.
Do/Did you have 1 parent or 2?
Two.
1 to 100 what is your favourite number?
16.
What 3 Countries would you love to see?
Finland, Sweden and Spain.
What are 4 things you cannot live without?
My camera, my husband, my cats, travels.
This Or That? Gay for a day or never able to orgasm again?
Gay for a day? Man, I was gay for my whole life.
1 year of love and that’s it or a lifetime of loneliness?
Either way.
Would you rather have TV or Radio for the rest of your life?
I’m gonna choose TV anyway.
Having a baby now or never being able to have one?
Never being able to have one, that would be a blessing.
Would you rather go blind or deaf?
Stupid question.
Do you want a son or daughter?
Neither.
A relationship with someone with good looks or good personality?
Personality. A person with beautiful personality is always beautiful.
Who do you like better Adam Levine or Avril Lavigne?
Who the hell is Adam Levine?
Would you rather drive a Ford or Chevy?
Whatever, as long as it drives.
What’s worse physical abuse or verbal abuse?
Both are awful, wtf.
What scares you more a Hurricane or a Tornado?
We don’t have tornadoes here.
Would you rather have 3 personal wishes or world peace?
World peace.
Colors What where/is your High school colors?
We don’t do that in Europe.
Last thing that you held in your hand that was Green?
A highlighter.
What is the nearest object that you can find that is Yellow?
Post-It cards.
What colour are your toe nails?
Normal colour? lol.
What were your favourite colours when you were a kid?
Blue.
What was the colour of the last car you were in?
Black.
Is the grass in your yard green or brown?
We don’t even have a yard.
What’s something that you own that is purple?
A highlighter, lol.
Did you eat the different coloured ketchups when they came out?
What? I’ve never seen anything like that.
Do you prefer brown eggs or white?
What’s the difference? An egg is an egg.
What colour do you consider the sun to be really?
White, all colours at once. It’s basic physics.
What colour are the moons in lucky charms?
Who cares?
What do you like better black leather or white lace?
No.
Last thing you touched that was silver?
Probably a fork.
Finishing up… What’s the last song you listened to?
Allt - Rupture.
What are you hungry for right now?
Nothing.
Last person to speak to you?
My husband.
What’s the last text you received in your phone say?
Jesus Christ, the most overrated question ever.
Last time the phone rang who was it?
I don’t remember, probably a scammer.
What are you doing when you finish this?
Going to my physiotherapist, or yet another one.
Would you ever see the Bloodhound Gang in concert?
I don’t go to concerts.
Would you ever consider joining the Military?
I did, but I’m not allowed.
Would you consider dating someone you met online?
No.
What are your final words?
Pff.
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dontgofarfromme · 2 years
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We also rlly need to talk about the strength of Dorian's response to Ashton's not giving away information about his brother and then how adamant he was about nobody getting hurt helping him. He got really emotional right there! I feel like it calls back to what he said to Chetney about Fearne and Orym being some of his first friends--throughout both exu and cr3 Dorian's been established as caring deeply about his friends and it seems he's got a lot of preemptive guilt and fear about them getting hurt, maybe because he's had so few opportunities to have friends before he met the exu crew.
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alittlelove4u · 3 years
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haikyuu boys saying ,,I love you“ for the first time
Including: Bokuto • Tendou • Iwaizumi
warnings: none
note: there is a mha version too :)
masterlist
requests are open 
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Bokuto Kentour
He didn’t plan on saying it, but he was just so happy in that moment that he couldn’t hold it back any longer.
It was during a game. You were watching and cheering them on as always but it was the first time that you were wearing his jersey. He didn’t recognize it at first but when you put your hands in the air he could see his number on your chest.
Bokuto just froze for a second and looked at you. You were next to some friends, screaming and cheering him on. Your smile reminded him of the first sunshine after a long storm. So bright and beautiful, he couldn’t believe that you were his s/o.
Without even thinking he sprinted into your direction, ignoring the calls of his teammates. He couldn’t hold it any long otherwise he’d probably explode.
,,I LOVE YOU, Y/N!!“ he shouted as loud as he could. He didn’t care that people started staring at you.
You could feel your cheeks burning and the stares from the others. But to be honest you didn’t really care because you love him too. ,,I love you, too!“ you weren’t as loud as he but he could hear you, right before someone from his team grabbed his collar and put him on the field again.
Bokuto was smiling the whole game through and played even better and more enthusiastic. Every once in a while he looked at you and formed a ,,I love you,“ with his lips.
After the game, he came to you as fast as possible. His hair was still wet from the shower and he wasn’t wearing any shoes or socks. Bokuto ignored all the reporters, he just pulled you in a tight hug and spun you around. ,,I love you,“ he said over and over again.
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Tendou Satori
Tendou had a rough day and all he wanted was to crawl into his bed and hide from this terrible world. He didn’t want to see anyone and he definitely didn’t want anyone to see him.
You knew he had one of these days, because he was weirdly quiet during the day and didn’t even looked you in the eyes. Your heart broke when you found Tendou in his bed. If he could just see him the way you do. ,,Satori?“ you asked with a soft voice as you kneeled down and slowly pulled his blanket away. Satori didn’t say a word but his eyes said enough.
,,Do you mind any company?“you smiled at him but he stayed quiet anyway. Tendou just moved to the side and you layed gently next to him. Your head on his chest and your arms around him.
,,Why are you here?“ he finally asked. He sounded so emotionless, it hurted. But you knew better. Satori didn’t meant it that way, he just didn’t know what else to do.
,,Well, my boyfriend seems sad and what s/o would I be if I didn’t show him how amazing he is.“ He didn’t respond, he didn’t even looked at you, so you kept talking.
,,You know, you’d like him. He is so amazing and beautiful, I thought I died and went to heaven. He would never let anyone down or judge someone. He’s one of the funniest persons I’ve ever met. He’s also a lil crazy wich is even better because I love that about him.“ Tendou was still starring at the ceiling but a little tear rolled down his cheek, wich you softly wiped away. You got closer to him and pulled him in a hug. His head was laying on your chest and you could feel how he hold onto you.
,,He’s also very smart even tho he‘s sometimes an idiot. He still believes that we don’t love him, but he’s wrong. We love him, especially me. I think he’s the love of my life and I don’t think I could live any longer without him.“ You could feel more tears dropping on your shirt and how he pulled you tighter to him.
Satori didn’t cry because he was sad but rather because he couldn’t believe how lucky he was. You were by his side and you actually said that you love him. There was still a little voice in his head, telling him he’s nothing, but you were louder. You were there and you loved him so much, he forgot to hate himself.
After his tears dried out, he finally dared to look you in the eyes. You were still smiling lovely at him and he could start crying again. ,,I love you too,“ he said and kissed you.
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Iwaizumi Hajime
You and Hajime were chilling in his room and watching some movies. It was a horror movie and you have this habit to talk a lot when you’re scared or nervous. You couldn’t stop talking.
,,Why are they always splitting up, that’s stupid?!“
,,You dumb idiot, habe you never seen a horror movie?“
,,Of curse. He would never find you unter the bed. Dumb bitch.“
Hajime didn’t plan this night like that. He thought if you would watch a scary movie you’d get sacred and cuddle. Instead you were sitting next to him, with your legs over his lap and nonstop talking.
The two of you were 30 minutes into the movie when he lost it. ,,I love you, but I swear to god if-“ Hajime froze as he realized what he just said.
,,What?“ You were coughed completely off guard. Iwaizumi doesn’t really tells someone how he’s feeling. Most of the time you were just guessing what he actually wants or thinks.
Hajime wanted to punch himself in the face. This wasn’t the right time and especially not the way he wanted it to say. Hajime had planed a nice Valentine’s Day date. ,,Nothing. I said shut up,“ he mumbled and kept staring at the TV. He could just hope you didn’t hear him.
,,Oh,“ you said and looked back at the screen, trying not to talk or scream.
Hajime balled his hands into first as he saw how hurt you looked. Of course you heard him! How could he be so stupid and childish.
,,I...I love you,“ he finally said and waited for your reaction. He knows that he can be harsh or mean sometimes and he doesn’t even know why you actually stay with him.
,,You do?“
,,Of course! I love you, Y/N!“ he straightens up and cups your face with his hands, so you can look into his eyes. ,,I love you. I’m just not so good with words.“
You smile and lean closer too kiss him softly. ,,I love you too.“
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lizkeen · 2 years
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TOM KEEN SEASON 1 TO 3 PROMPTS. ( A collection of dialogue based roleplay prompts. Feel free to change the pronouns and alter the sentences as you wish. )
We both woke up seven minutes ago.
Were you serious about that kid thing?
Are you nervous?
You're kidding, right?
You're not going anywhere.
What else are you not telling me?
I know you’re here.
Honey, please, I didn’t do anything.
It’s killing you, isn’t it?
You have so many secrets, I wish you didn’t.
Do you have any idea how many candidates there were?
They chose me.
You never really know people, do you?
You gotta kill him.
We don’t save people, we watch them drown.
I am coming for you.
An army is coming for you.
I killed a lot of people to get this done, don’t think I won’t do it again.
You want honest?
If you handcuff somebody, don’t break their thumb.
He chooses you.
You’re my future.
Do you think that it’s possible for someone like me to start over?
You want me gone?
I felt sorry for you  because I knew that I had you.
Are you a killer?
You let this guy go, he’s going to the cops.
You gotta kill him.
We both know that you are in over your head.
You are not equipped for this.
You are not a killer.
It’s why I am still alive and that’s why you’ve got a corpse lying there that you’ve done nothing with.
All you have to do is let me go.
I said you could live, not that you would walk.
Ich habe gesagt du würdest leben, ich habe nicht gesagt du könntest gehen.
I came here for her.
You made me feel for a moment like I had a life.
That was not deer blood on the windshield.
What could you possibly regret?
If you talk there is a chance they will kill you.
But if you don’t talk, I will definitely kill you very slowly.
I’ve killed a lot of people to get this done, don’t think I won’t do it again.
We don’t save people.
I am tired of hurting people.
Now go and stay away from us.
I’m telling you, I can do this.
For the moment we have a common enemy.
Let me say one thing, I am not your friend.
It’s just a flesh wound, you’re going to be fine.
What did you do with my little girl, huh?
Told you those things will kill you.
I was trying to put him to sleep not kill this bastard.
I never really had family until I met you guys.
Albeit, a slightly dysfunctional family the kind where you try to kill each other occasionally.
What are you talking about?
So she has no idea who I am?
I’m sorry about your son.
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meinkampfortzone · 3 years
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Who Was Hans-Joachim Marseille’s Fiancee?: An Opinion-Based Commentary, Part 2
(cont. from Part 1): 
HJM’s Family’s Attitude Toward Hanne-Lies
So one of the things I noticed when I first started getting curious about finding out who HJM’s fiancee was was the fact that she seemed so comfortable around his mom. That was, in fact, one of the first indicators to me that she was a bit older than him, other than her face. Had she been around his age, most of their interactions would have taken place outside of the house, away from his parents, so that they could make the most of their time alone together. That was, in fact, the norm among young people in the 40s, especially with the growing availability of cars which made getting around a lot easier and faster. When in the presence of each others’ parents, both parties had to act very reserved toward each other, and refrain from things such as holding hands or kissing, etc. (their parents would have been from the generation born in the 1800s, where doing things like that in public was inappropriate and prospective couples were meant to act with restraint when together). Therefore, the fact that 85% of the interactions between Hanne-Lies and HJM (except for the outing in Bad Saarow and their trip to Rome) took place at his parents’ apartment in Berlin was something that stood out to me. I took this to mean that Hanne-Lies was either a friend of the family or mature enough to want to spend time with and build a relationship with her future mother-in-law. As my research later proved, the latter ended up being true. 
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After Hans-Joachim Marseille’s death, Hanne-Lies was allowed to live in Bad Saarow in Charlotte Marseille’s summer house that she owned there. I found this strange because Hanne-Lies had only known HJM and subsequently his family for approximately 7 months (they met in March 1942; he died in September 1942), which was hardly a long enough time for Charlotte Marseille to get to trust her enough to give her her house and allow her to live in it. Hanne-Lies remained in that house, keeping it as her main residence, until she got married in 1944 to former LSSAH member Martin Stephani. This led me to think that perhaps, like her son, Charlotte Marseille saw something in Hanne-Lies that reminded her of her dead daughter Inge, and due to the fact that she had lost her daughter so recently, she built a good relationship with Hanne-Lies. After HJM died, I believe that Charlotte Marseille sort of saw Hanne-Lies as the last thing she had left of her deceased son, and decided to let her have the house and stay there for as long as she needed as a sort of gesture of goodwill.
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This is a picture of HJM at a bar in Berlin called the Regina Bar (between the two girls) and Hanne-Lies (at the other end of the table). This was taken during his leave in 1942, during which he met Hanne-Lies and became engaged to her. Notice that even in the presence of his fiancee HJM has no issue cozying up to other women. Judging by the look on her face, she doesn’t seem too pleased about it either. 
HJM’s Comrades/Contemporaries’ Attitudes/Opinions Concerning His Engagement
Another thing that I find sort of striking is the complete lack of commentary on the part of HJM’s comrades and friends concerning his engagement, or rather, his lack of commitment to his fiancee. According to Colin Heaton, the news of HJM’s engagement “shocked” those who knew him, only because of his playboy nature. However, once that shock subsided, and everyone saw HJM going back to his old ways and sleeping with various women, not one of his comrades thought to mention how they found it strange that he was engaged and yet having all of these publicized affairs. Although sex outside of marriage, etc. was common in the 1940s, it wasn’t until the 1980s that it became the norm. Up until then, infidelity and sexual promiscuity was kept carefully under wraps, more so for women than men. However, back in those days engagement was essentially a binding contract--the couple was considered married for all intents and purposes until they actually went and legally tied the knot. I found it strange that Marseille’s comrades and those who knew him, when interviewed about him, had no problem talking about his various sexual escapades but didn’t mention how he still did these things while he was engaged. I would have expected at least one of them to mention how it was strange that he continued to do this even after he was committed to one woman. It was almost as if the existence of Hanne-Lies in HJM’s life was unknown to them. This led me to believe that maybe HJM never bothered to tell anyone he was engaged or probably only mentioned it in passing and never really made a big deal about it, or perhaps his comrades knew that this was just part of his nature and that it was foolish to think that he could ever be faithful to one person. 
When asked to describe the nature of HJM and Hanne-Lies’ relationship, Hans-Rudolf Marseille (HJM’s half-brother) proceeded to talk about how he convinced her to go to Rome. 
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Of all the things he could have said that would demonstrate that they really loved each other and that there was something between them, he chose this anecdote, which really doesn’t demonstrate anything between them. 
Even the members of the Nazi high command who had interacted with Marseille, when interviewed by Colin Heaton, had no issue talking about how, when receiving a complaint from an Italian officer who stated that Marseille had “violated the family honor”, they all had a good laugh about it, and one of them even said, “Damn it, Marseille, have some shame, man.” However, none of them bothered to point out that this was going on while he was engaged, which was something he had even mentioned to Hermann Goering. Overall, none of the members of the high-ranking Nazi hierarchy seemed surprised at his behavior in the slightest.
Some Miscellaneous Points 
1- All of the people who were close to HJM gave interviews about him or attended events commemorating him and gave speeches/contributed to the event in some way, shape, or form. Many of the primary sources used in Colin Heaton’s book come from interviews conducted with many of Marseille’s comrades, such as Eduard Neumann, Ludwig Franzisket, and Emil Clade. Marseille’s mother, Charlotte, attended the premier of the 1957 film “Stern von Afrika”, and an article appeared in Der Spiegel featuring her and the actor who played her son, Joachim Hansen. In the article, she thanks Hansen for his stellar portrayal of her son. 
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Hans-Rudolf Marseille assisted authors and historians writing and researching about HJM, such as Franz Kurowski and Walter Wubbe, and also gave interviews, snippets of which were included in a 1999 documentary about HJM’s life. It was because of the efforts of Eduard Neumann and other airmen who had flown with Marseille that a set of Luftwaffe barracks in Appen were renamed the “Marseille Barracks” (Marseille-Kaserne in German). Even Marseille’s batman, Mathew “Matthias” Letulu, gave an eulogy for Marseille in Germany during a ceremony held at the monument for Marseille in the Egyptian desert. 
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The only person who had been closer to him than most of the people mentioned above, his ex-fiancee, was strangely absent from all of these efforts. Other than making an appearance at the 1967 Fighter Pilots’ Reunion event at Furstenfeldbruck, where she attended as a guest of honor with Charlotte Marseille (and this appearance isn’t even documented, as there are no photos of her at the event), she never gave any interviews about her ex-fiance, nor did she contribute to the efforts being made by those who knew him to keep his memory alive. 
2- During his interview, Hans-Rudolf Marseille showed a plethora of letters he had collected that had been sent by HJM to various members of his family--his mother, his sister, even his father. Some of these letters were reproduced and included in Walter Wubbe’s book “Hauptmann Marseille”. But with regards to any written correspondence between Hanne-Lies and HJM, there are absolutely no letters or anything whatsoever between them. Given the fact that they got engaged during one of HJM’s leaves, and they only saw each other once more after that when he was on vacation, it would make sense that they would be constantly writing to each other. Yet there doesn’t seem to be any sort of correspondence between them, at least as far as Hans-Rudolf Marseille’s cache of letters is concerned. The only testament to their relationship is the scarf that Hanne-Lies gave to HJM, and the photo she gave him of herself with “Ich habe dich sehr liebe!!” written on the back. 
3- When I read that Hanne-Lies had given HJM a picture of herself with “Ich habe dich sehr liebe” written on the back, I was curious because “Ich liebe dich” is “I love you” in German. Thus, I set out to find the difference in meaning between “Ich habe dich liebe” and “Ich liebe dich.” I found an answer to this on a German language learning forum that I’ll include below. 
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In Closing...
When I think of what Hans-Joachim Marseille’s love life should have looked like, I immediately think of the relationship between Alain Delon and Romy Schneider (not how it ended, Alain cheated on her with another woman and she refused to get back together with him, but just how aesthetically pleasing they were and how big of a power couple they were in the years they were together.)
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 I believe that he only got engaged to Hanne-Lies because of the emotional turmoil he was going through at the time. I think that even if they had gotten married, their marriage would have never lasted long. After all, grief isn’t forever, and eventually he would have realized that with that therapist aspect gone, there isn’t actually anything that binds him to Hanne-Lies at all. Hanne-Lies, too, would have had a hard time putting up with his infidelity and flighty personality, especially since she would have been reaching that age when she wants to have children and start a family and settle down (she was almost 30 when she got engaged to HJM). I honestly just wish that Inge Marseille wouldn’t have died so that HJM could have actually gone and found someone who had the personality and temperament to be his other half. I feel like, had he met someone like that, they would literally have been the power couple of the Third Reich. 
I’d love to hear your guys’ comments/opinions regarding this in the comments. Thanks for reading!
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the-littlefangirl · 3 years
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TFATWS episode 1 rewatch commentary
The first scene was so beautiful. I loved that we didn't start directly with the fight sequence. It feels way closer to the quiet beginning of CATWS and I love it so much.
The title is also SO NEAT, music's on point too but hey it’s Henry Jackman the one thing I’m sure it’s going to be great overall is the score.
The choreography is AMAZING, really well shot. Sam shielding himself with only one wing was MA-JES-TIC.
“WHAT'S UP” EXACTLY SAM EXACTLY
I did feel so uncomfortable in regards to the military aspect of it. Not that I was expecting anything else, but both here and in Captain Marvel the military we're good guys < 3 propaganda is so blatant and ugh:/ At least there wasn’t a literal recruitment spot like with CM. 
The yellow filter in the Tunisia scene BYE please stop with the yellow filters 2k21
"I've been working with the Air Force for six months now" So, did Sam even catch a break at all after Endgame? Or did he just throw himself to work like SOMEONE did after being iced for 70 years. Hmmm? Sam????
"Essentially, these people, they want a world that's unified without borders" OH NO! HOW AWFUL, how evil of these bad guys smh
Joaquin: SO about Steve
Sam: :)))))) nope
"Moon stuff" SAAAM
#1 cry with Sam's speech, full on chills.. Fuck. Me. His voice about to break before saying thank you bYE.
Shady politician: "It was the right decision" (FUCKKKKK YOUUU)
Rhodey: *press any key to doubt *
I need someone to analyze the different curation of the two exhibits pretty please
NOT THE PHOTO POST-AZZANO JFC. That photo is my weakness, Bucky sweetie (also I find hilarious that usually when there are articles about Stucky and/or #givecaptainamericaaboyfriend they aaaalways use that photo LMAO)
In case someone wants to read the transcription of the texts about Bucky: "In 1944, while on a mission to thwart a Hydra weapon transport in the Alps, Barnes was thrown from a train and believed to have been killed in action. It wasn't until 2014, over seventy years later, that it was revealed that Barnes was alive, having been found by Hydra operatives. Captain America himself (i can't read) the effort to bring Barnes in only to later aid in a escape from custody having been convinced of his innocence. Steve's loyalty to his old friend, coupled with his refusal to sign the Sokovia Accords, led to the dissolution of the Avengers and drove the Captain into hiding with other like-minded Avengers including Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, and Sam Wilson. The current whereabouts of Barnes remains unknown, habing been labeled a fugitive following his escape from custody."
"current wherabout unknown" but not the government, interesting. Also, pretty good summary of CACW from the public's perspective, although one of the things I always wanted to see explored was the public's reaction of the fallout of them going into hiding after Civil War (which I'm hoping we'll get to see a little bit of in Black Widow).
Interesting point about the 70 years without having Captain America. Clearly the sacrifice play wasn't enough this time to fuel the nationalism so they went with a squeaky clean John Walker instead.
Sam saying the shield belongs to Steve I'm going to cry now excuse me. Sam. Sam sweetie.
The No. 1 Captain America comic in the display ugH fuck yes
See this is how you do a cameo that has actual meaning. Thank god for Malcolm Spellman being a competent writer. That scene was so well written.
HAVE YOU PRAISED ANTHONY MACKIE'S PERFORMANCE TODAY?? Holy shit that last shot fucked me up.
I'm loving the use of the wide shots, especially in the flashback. The camera movements are in synch with The Soldier's state of mind and mission focus, so good.
EVERYONE STAND UP FOR THE NATIONAL ANTHEM aka The Winter Soldier theme composed by Henry Jackman.
Without a doubt the most brutal TWS fight scene there has been, People involved in Punisher and John Wick are involved in this and it SHOWS. 
For the record, still stands that the only time we've seen him chocking someone with his right hand instead of the metal arm remains the Maria Stark assasination. I know it's probably because of blocking and the way the shot was composed but the implications are still bone chilling. God.
Uhhmmmm I'm very ambivalent about the "Hail Hydra". On one hand, it was 100% fanservice and the internet is probably going to go insane over it, and the dead way Sebastian Stan delivered the line. Good shit. Buuut what I love about CATWS is the way Bucky never, ever ever, mouths Hydra rethoric, and even when Pierce tries to gaslight him with it, it's just an empty effort. The Winter Soldier isn't doing anything because of ideological loyalty to Hydra, even if it's product of brainwashing, it's just sheer dehumanization. They don’t need him to say the words because he’s just An Asset. There are people who have put it more eloquently but yeah, I rather go with the fanon interpretation of that aspect.
The music growing louder with the shot of the keys. GOD.
I'm fine this is fine.
#2 cry with the therapy scene of fucking course.
The government monitoring Bucky is noooot going to end well lmao.
"We need to know that you're not gonna * slowmo stabbing motions *
Bucky: * nodding along slowly * 
I laughed out loud.
"It's passive agressive" I love him.
The way this scene just sucker punched me in the face, made me weep and then had me cracking up. Amazing.
Therapist: You can't do anything illegal
Bucky: yup yup check checkity check. What IS considered illegal tho?
*aggresive tablet finger pressing *
"Then why isn't it rule number one?" Bucky your Steve is showing.
I love the close up shot. I'll keep saying it. It's so good.
"I'm James Bucky Barnes" yeah you are🥺
That smile is nightmare fuel LMFAO I love it.
Uhm the way I'm kinning Bucky it's not funny anymore damn
That whole “are you lashing out at me” rambling is really reminiscent of the bar scene in CATFA and how he lashed out at Steve after Peggy left. Uhm yeah fuck.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT?" "Peace"
"That is UTTER BULLSHIT" "You're a terrible shrink"
yeah ugly crying to ugly laughing speedrun for me
"You're free" "To do what?" jesus. That entire scene. #3 and #4 and #5 cries for moi.
Ugh that Brooklyn shot. Someone needs to do a gifset compairing it to the one in CATFA asap.
"It's like Monique but it's got a "U" in there for uniqueness" "That's absurd" LMAO
"You can't keep fighting with your neighbors" uHM * redacted redacted i'm shifting into 1940s mode abort abort *
"Nobody passed 90" "So young. Such a shame" FGADHGA
🥺🥺 yes flex those flirting skills good for you
"It's a dance to this things. You can't… you gotta warm up and I haven't danced since 1943. Feels like." #6 cry I completely broke down into tears with that.
This Yori storyline is going to punch me in the face with a metal fist. Great!
The TWS theme when he looks at Yori fuuuuuck.
GREAT LET'S GO TO LOUISIANA THAT WAS GETTING HEAVY.
Those shots of Sam in the car. Immaculate. Showstoping. Yes.
Marvel, what if instead of promoting the military industrial complex you put a lot of publicity about cars?
"Uncle Sam!" LMAO subtle.
Everyone trying to have the wings lmao same.
I've only had Sarah for a day but etc. Brooklyn 99 meme
Good mirroring about Steve and Sam family's legacy. Good shit. Goooood shit.
Sam is trying so hard ouch my heart. I can't imagine how painful the scene with them reuniting must have been. He 100% still feels a lot of guilt about being gone for those 5 years (and even longer before that).
"Maybe it is time for us to move on" uuuuuuuuuuh
"To the rescue" "Always" 🥺🥺 i love them so much already
That shot outside the restaurant is so beautiful. Can't wait to see the night scenes in Madripoor tbh.
"I tried the whole online dating thing. It's pretty crazy". Uhm well that is something that Bucky Barnes has now said. In canon. Damn.
"It's a lot" "You sound like my dad" LMAO
Every Bucky fanfic trope speedrun with this scene
"Wow you really can drink" OH you have no idea
Just realized we don't even know her name, well.
"You have any siblings?" "I have a sister" THE WAY I SCREECHED. We're definitely getting Becca
Well that escalated quickly. The important thing is to try?
I can't deal with this BUCKY SWEETIE #8 cry right there fuck
The wardrobe department is KILLING IT, there's such a difference between the outfits of the shows vs how ugly and generic it usually is.
"ThEre is NO such thiNg as on time. You're either EARLY or LATE . picK One" lmao the way he delivered that line
At first I thought the flag smashers had thrown two cars out of a window LMAO
"I don't know how jurisdiction works here, but I'mma have to place you under arrest" uhm yikes. The way they changed Joaquín Torres backstory to just random army nice guy #1 is not sitting well with me, what can I say.
Sam's wings motions I LOVE HIM YOUR HONOR
Fuuuuck this guy.
"Funny how thing's always thighten around us" "Look, I'm on your side. After all, he's a hero". This script is C R I S P as hell, great fucking job.
"I don't care, I'm not gonna quit" "What are you trying to prove? And who you trying to prove it to" SHIT HSIT SHIT!!! UGH amazing. Look it's not necessary to say the show's questions out loud but how they flow between the conversations is still very satisfactory without feeling in your face about it. Inner conflicts have been set up fucking perfectly everyone * claps *
Ugh here we fucking go.  I knew this was how the episode was going to end but my stomach still dropped like a rollercoster. God.
The score is on point. Damn. Damn.
God, Sam.🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺
The captain america franchise's visuals in the credits are always so amazing.
Also, does anybody know why Mackie isn't first in the billing?  Uhm what's that about?
ANYWAY CONCLUSION THAT EPISODE WAS SO FUCKING GOOD LIKE HOLY SHIT. I love them so much. The balance between the personal conflicts and the political aspect (although the military aspect is still very much yikes) was on point and it was overall a joy to watch.
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kaepopsicle · 3 years
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一𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟎 𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓
〄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐃𝐊 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 *𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠* 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐎 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘 <𝟑𝟑𝟑
𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐣𝐮𝐦𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐜 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐈’𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐢��𝐞 𝟓 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐙𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈’𝐦 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐬/𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬....
i won’t make this all sappy,,, just kidding I will. so I know this year has been tough. for everyone. but I’m so proud of you for making it this long! it’s over! of course the pain doesn’t stop just bc the year is over,, but you know now that you can get through it !! I’m happy you’re still here :) — I feel like us as human beings have grown so much (I know me personally) have definitely grown and found myself more,, realized what I love, stand for, support. I hope you all have too!! I met some amazing people in this app, not even going to lie these lovelies have made me feel so much more complete. and I’m blessed to have met them...
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一@sarahbkwl ♥︎
im 100% going to cry,, Sarah bear.. I can’t even describe how much you mean to me, right off the bat we just connected, the compliment battles, the random memes, the group chat name changes, you just understood me, which is rare bc I never felt understood in my life, I always felt like the awkward weird kid. I had friends I guess but I don’t think they were actually my friends, but you. you’re my true friend. someone I know I’m going to be friends with for a long time. I can’t wait to be able to see you!! You just make life a little bit easier to live, your adorable smile and your contagious laugh; I can’t help but giggle when you send your cute random pictures;; not to mention you’re absolutely gorgeous !! like literally you’re so hot okay. jfc. ten needs to come wife you up before I do ;) anyway I know the past couple weeks have been hard for you, but I’m so proud of you 🥺 you’re so strong. Now this is way too long so Gerald ... peace ✌️
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一@rr0zu ☾
my moon !!! you are probably the most intelligent and strong woman i have ever met, you have been through so much stress this year but you made it, bc I knew you would; you’re practically glowing my love. you’re not only beautiful on the outside but on the inside, your need to obtain justice for the less fortunate is just amazing,, we need more people like you ,, you already know how I feel, I looked outside the other day ; and the moon was out, it was the only thing shining in the night sky. which is how you are in others lives, you just shine and light them up, making everyone’s day. 🥺 this will get way too long if I don’t stop but I just love you so much
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一@babyyangx2-again ❦
*sobs* my paper clip, omg remember when we first met? I was your 🌻anon ?? and I kept flirting with you bc I’m literally Johnny, anyway your writing is literally the best, you’re literally the best, you’re my bestie 🥺 I’m so lucky to have met you, you just make me so happy and laugh so hard, we’re so chaotic but so perfect for each other; I know I’m a little forgetful and clingy but I love you ,, you know I do; you’re so kind, even though you think you’re not ; you are babe. you do little things for people , you care so much about making others happy, and that right there is an absolutely amazing trait. you’re that euphoric breeze, we you step outside, the beautiful trees blowing; the gorgeous smell of the flowers, just that happy feeling, that’s what you make me feel like.
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一@starrdustville ��︎
my flower !!!!!!!!!! Ishdjskdk my gorgeous flower, the one flower that I would pick in the field bc it was the prettiest, I would keep it as a dry flower and leave it in my favorite poetry book. so that when i read it, I’ll always think of you, you make me so happy with your smile, and your giggle is the cutest thing I have ever heard in my entire life. you just know the right things to say,, you make the stormy nights part ways for the stars
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一@himitsu-luna ❤︎
my sister!! you know I always wanted an older sister.. I always wanted someone to look up to and talk to about anything; someone I can fan girl with and talk about anything with, and you my love are that person. 🥺 you’re so sweet and soft, you have the most gentle of soul and artistic of eye, makes me feel so proud and happy to have the privilege of calling you my friend
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一@tinystupidwitch ❣︎
YES MY HENDERY STAN FRIEND!!! you’re so strong bubs... you know that? I know your work is hard, you get little sleep, but the fact you have the ability to text me and make me laugh and feel all happy 🥺 I appreciate you more than words can describe,,
一@bbyyangiex2 シ
my little sister :( we may be the most absolute different human beings ,, but some how we make it work, you’re so adorably cute,, and I know you’re like “nO iM nOt ,,, NO YOU” SHUSH LET ME SAY THIS!! you’re so cute and so pretty! and you’re so smart and amazing and such a beautiful young cutie... you make me feel so proud watching you grow up 😭😭 I just love you so much okay
一@hangsxng ☺︎︎
MEIN DEUTSCH LIEBE !!! Huiieifhekdk I love you so much omg, like; your accent, your laugh, your eyes, you’re so beautiful and so unique and so just absolutely erstaunlich!!! I know we haven’t talked a ton recently buttttt you’re still always on my mind! ich habe mein Deutsch dafür geübt,,,, ich liebe dich so sehr, meine liebe <3 vergiss nie, wie erstaunlich du bist 😭
一@liudejuns ♔
ugh, mimi; you know you have the ability to make someone’s day the brightest? even after a horrible day seeing you text me and post I just get so happy, you’re so beautiful inside and out and I hope you know how Important you and how much you really deserve
一@johns-marshmallow ఌ
ANNIKAN SKYWALKER!!! Aka Johnika ,,, tehehehe I love you so much ,, that’s it.
haha just kidding ! you’re such a joy in people’s lives, you’re so funny, and you radiate main character energy!! Ksjsksk i know you have been feeling down and stressed but just know you’re so strong, you’re so brave, and you’re so intelligent! anything you do will be amazing, anything you choose will be terrific why? Bc you’re Annika! you’re just the star in the sky, and anyone would be lucky to call you their friend
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to my beautiful moots — thank you guys for being there for me, I would love to get to know you all so much better ,, you guys are literally the sweetest and deserve the whole world! thank you thank you thank you! I hope your 2020 will be filled with so much happiness and love !!
@hanadolphieron @sush-iii @danishmiilk @henderyprince @yutaaaaaa @joh--pping @gowonhatesyou @calypsohan @dyongvr @kpopsnowball @peachyhan @btsastro @coffeevddict @xeniya @neochan @junguwuta @heartyyjeno @strwberryneo @imjustuhhvibing @fairvtale @doyounged @du0tine @mignonmark @cyecandy @neoangsthours @orange-nimon-cross @rueyins @jaeminsb1tch @thatkpopmeme @kuniverse11 @svchengss
to my followers !! Thank you so much for supporting me! You guys mean a lot more to me than words can describe ! Im so graceful that you guys like my writing and for enjoying my blog! it makes me so happy 😭
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to myself —
hi kaela nichole :)
stop worrying so much about what others think! you’re a good person! stop letting things your birth family said change your opinion of yourself! stop making scenarios in your head of men that will not ! like ! you ! you are cute af you can find plenty of guys (like the four you’re thinking of in your head rn that like you... I know you don’t like any of them bUT LIKE put yourself out thereeeeee) anyway you’re amazing! also stop freaking out about vet school and your future! life will take you to wherever it does, leave faith up to the universe my love.. please.. stop being so hard on yourself, you’re trying your hardest. and that’s all you can do kae :) <3
— from yourself (love you bitch)
一may your New Years be filled with positive vibes! smiles, laughter, and good health!! <33
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Hello dear ! I have read your blogs. You are amazing !!!! (10000x 💞 for you ). I wanted to ask a question . Neville goddard said that time doesn't really exist in manifesting . So actually my sp who is celebrity is very very older than me . Like we have a age gap of 12 years. 😥 as said i am minor. I decided to manifest him when i am 18 . But sometimes i get impatient but then i feel a bit upset and it's not legal to date a minor. Plus he lives in korea . As i have indian parents they never will allow me to even fly to korea. And even if we get in a relationship . They will never like him. Tho my mother is into the group (he is in a group ) she won't ever. As being in india , india is pathetic country with bs Trash . They ( the group is seen as bunch of gays) and most hurting thing is lgbtq is not accepted in this fuking country . Ppl tread them as trash not human. They get so much discrimination ( most of them are transgender ) and hate . Like they have to live together because thier parents disown them and stuff. Makeup is gender less. But in this country men have to be men. like all the fking indian celebrity don't ever wear makeup (males) . (Not gonna lie they all don't even have clear skin like korean ) Skin care is not menly . Men shouldn't do it. The mentally in this country is fucked up.
Now back to the topic.
- how my parents will judge him ? (Most my papa because mom knows a lot about korean cultural but she won't stand with me including some mfs relatives who judgemental af . Relatives ohh my these bishs are hella judgement (most the old one) doesn't matter how they themselves look or personality )
- is he gay ? Why he so feminine ? He is uses makeup damn sure he is gay or somthing he is a girl for sure !!
Doesn't matter how successfully he is and his personality . Doesn't matter how much more he is successful more than you. (Relatives and parent) don't matter if loves your beautiful daughter. doesn't fuken matter if he is caring and financial stable.
- as i minor they won't let me go to even study in korea !
- tbh my plans are to skip 12 or 10 grade (i am in 8 th grade now) and study in korean university as it's one of my dream. Then work as cosmologist here . I want to to have family here.
But but but
My parents hahah never i even asked them they even made fun of my dreams and they said it's gonna take 20 years to reach there .
I am extremely discouraged .
Then on the other hand i also want to desire body before everything happens . Like going to korea and stuff.
I suck at affirming and visualizing . I habe never got results from scripting.
Plus i got my school too. Omg also learning korean too.
Omg i am so done !! 😭 please help me and guide me. And advice me ! i am extremely sorry for my bad english . I am not a native.
Everything is so hard
Hey! Thank you so so so much for reaching out to me! I really appreciate you coming to me for advice! Don’t worry, your English was fine!
*I'm going to begin this post by clarifying that whilst it is possible for you to manifest anything in your reality, I do not encourage you manifesting this person if you are underage and they are much older. You have said in your question that you will not manifest them until you are 18, which is good, however I will just make it clear that this post is to help you manifest the other circumstances in your reality, and not the person or the age gap.*
Let me start by telling you I obviously haven’t experienced this as intensely as you have as I live in a country where people are much more open-minded about sexuality and ideas of masculinity, but I have stories to share with you from my own life that are very similar to what you want to manifest! They might encourage you! (PS, these following stories all took place from when I was at the age of 19 and up.)
(This story is before I knew about manifesting). My parents are very strict and traditional and I always wanted to go overseas to study in a specific country for at least a few months. My parents forbid it and I never would have been allowed to go, but I wanted it so badly that it was all I thought about and dreamed about! I started watching a TV show set in that country every single day. I even learned the language for fun. I somehow manifested it, because the next year, I took a semester off university and I went to that country for 3 months to live. So no matter what your parents say, you can 100% manifest this.
I had a celebrity crush in that country and I wanted to meet him and be with him SO BADLY! I didn’t know about manifesting until afterwards unfortunately, but guess what? I manifested seeing him MULTIPLE TIMES on the street, because I constantly thought about seeing him there and bumping into him! I even messaged him once and he responded. I also had one of his best friends on snapchat because I met him when I was there lol. I never got the celebrity crush because I focused too much on negative things. If I knew about manifesting, I would have gotten what I wanted.
My (specific person) SP who I am currently dating is actually someone who my parents also didn’t approve of for a long time because of sexuality and he is not stereotypically masculine! They also kept telling me negative things. The good news is that now my parents accept him and are happy for us!
Thank you for giving me the background information on your circumstances, it helps me understand your situation much better, and it also shows me how you’re thinking about the situation as well, which is the most important thing.
The beliefs you have are these:
Parents and other people not approving of the kind of people you are interested in.
You don’t think you can go to Korea for a long time
I’m happy to tell you that YOU CAN CHANGE THIS SITUATION!
As I said in the beginning, the age gap is illegal and should not be manifested. So as a result, you should begin with your beliefs about your family's negative opinions and your ability to travel in the future.
You need to stop mentally reacting to what they say when it’s negative about men who are not stereotypically masculine etc, and also when they say negative things about you ever traveling. They are only saying these things because in your mind you believe this to be true. Reality is an illusion and you need to know that if you really push through and persist, even if it feels extremely difficult, you can change this!
You should start by affirming your self-concept, something like this (you can also affirm in your own language if you prefer so it's natural to you :) whatever is comfortable for you!)
I am capable of anything!
I am a master at manifesting!
I always get what I want easily and effortlessly!
Everything always works out how I want!
Then I want you to affirm for your circumstances:
My family is always extremely accepting and encouraging!
I’m so happy that I’m going to Korea!
If you find it hard to visualise you can just affirm. I know you may feel like you’re bad at it, but if you practice it will get easier. Set a timer for 5 minutes and say your affirmations over and over! Make sure you don’t have any distractions. Focus on them. Do this several times a day, every day.
Also, if you can get the app ‘ThinkUp’ record yourself saying your strongest affirmations, and listen to them at night when you sleep. Start with your self-concept affirmations only for maybe 2 weeks! Then you can add your other affirmations.
Your goal is to change the way you feel and think about yourself and what you are able to do, your surroundings and your family’s opinions. Start with these things. Really persist in them.
I hope this helps in some way! If you ever need to reach out to anyone, so many people on Tumblr in the manifesting community are here to listen! We all want each other to succeed and I know that if you put the work in to do this, you will too!!
I also recommend you start binge-watching one of these youtube channels:
Sammy Ingram
Manifesting With Kimberly
Manifesting Secrets
Dylan James
Create Your Future
YOU CAN DO THIS <3
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Imma analyze Amity's diary entries now even though Lost In Language was like ten episodes ago. I was just rewatching it and wanted to share my analysis on what Amity's written
"I saw that human girl again. I may have...overreacted. I don't wanna come across as cruel, I just can't show weakness!"
Okay, let's start here. I think the most interesting part of this is actually her line about now showing weakness. I mean we could focus on the fact that she regrets being so harsh on Luz, but we all know she's a good person by now who doesn't want to be cruel and hurt people. That's no secret. What I find interesting is the reason Amity was so hostile, bordering on cruel. Because she can't show weakness. Nowadays I see people assuming this line might be in reference to her cruch on Luz. She can't show how soft Luz really makes her, you know? But that doesn't make sense because at the time Amity didn't like Luz. Any positive feelings that Amity has for Luz started developing at the end of Lost In Language. I think the emotion she's trying not to express as not to look weak is sadness and hurt. As ive said before, Luz humiliated and upset Amity during their first two meetings. Like, from episode 3 where Willow and Luz cheat in class, we see their actions have consequences. They hurt people. Amity in specific. And that was her first impression of Luz. A cheater. A liar. Somebody willing to let Amity get in trouble or be called jealous and vindictive before she's willing to admit she cheated. And Luz once again humiliated her in episode 5. And again in episode 7 when Luz was hanging out with Amity's cruel older siblings and seemingly going through her diary. Amity fully thought Luz was humiliating her on purpose. Getting her in trouble on purpose. Trying to get closer to her just so she could toy with her. Amity thought Luz was trying to be cruel when Luz hurt her because she never ever met someone who just...did dumb things sometimes without thinking. With her parents and siblings and friends, any hurtful action was meant to be hurtful. Why would she assume that when Luz hurt her it was any different? Luz was anxious around Luz because "every time you get near me I get in trouble!" And she was still hurt from what Luz had done in the past. I think that's the weakness she didn't wanna show. Amity doesn't like being cruel, even to people she think deserve it, but I think her coldness towards Luz in particular was a defense strategy. She was sad and anxious and hurt and embarassed, but those emotions are all weak. They make her look and feel helpless. Anger isn't weak though, so maybe if she's rude and cold towards Luz instead of being hurt and humiliated in frint of Luz she won't look so pathetic. Because Blight's don't show weakness.
"It's not fair! I'm the only one who knows Ed and Em aren't perfect! Why do they keep getting away with things?!?"z
This reveals a little bit more about their general family dynamic. Because we know now that Edric and Emira don't get in trouble very often. That people seemingly think the two are 'perfect'. This probably includes their parents. If Ed and Em really keep getting away with everything (and we know they're big trouble makers) from their parents who we know abuse Amity, then that explains a lot about the dynamic between the Blight siblings. Why Ed and Em think it's okay to make fun of and humiliate and hurt Amity with little to no remorse. Because Edric and Emira have been taught to believe Amity somehow deserves to be treated poorly. That somehow the two of them are above Amity. Because when abusive parents pick a favorite child, then it isn't hard to play siblings against each other. To get their favorites to follow in their footsteps and participate in abusing the 'lesser' child. Which seems like exactly what's happening here. I mean, Edric and Emira's excuses of "It's tough love" and "We're doing this to help Amity" and "This is for her own good" when they were trying to get ahold of Amity's diary sounded like they were taken right out of the mouths of abusive gaslighting parents. Edric and Emira can skip class and vandalize library property without fear of repercautions. Amity goes into a panic over the tiniest mistakes and visibly flinched when people raise their voices at her. This line in her diary kinda confirmed what id already been suspecting from Ed and Em's disregard for Amity's feelings.
"I wish I had somewhere to go.."
This one was interesting to me. Because it can be taken in a few ways. Obviously this "somewhere to go" would be an attempt to escape her horrible home life. The question is weather she means somewhere to go temporarily away from the eyes of her family, or if she wants to run away from home or something of the sort but doesn't have anywhere to run to. And I can't help leaning towards the latter. It would be a little weird for Amity to wish for a place that's all her own to go temporarily when she already has her library hangout. I mean, it seems like she has been hanging out im her library room for a while, and nobody in her family hang out in the library like she does, so Amity does have somewhere to go in that sense already. However Amity didn't, at the time, have anywhere to go if she tried to escape her parents abuse permenantly. All her friends at the time she'd met through her parents so there's no way they would have helped her, Amity's parents had already burned her ties with the only friend who didn't have any loyalty to them and might have been willing to help Amity (Willow), and Amity wasn't very close to Luz at the time. Amity is definately a victim of abuse. It wouldn't surprise me if she wanted out but was being held back by how her parents isolated her to where she only knew people who support her abusive parents.
"Why won't the human leave me alone?!?"
At first I thought Amity was annoyed that Luz wanted to be friends with her. After all, we saw Luz trying and failing to befriend Amity earlier that episode, right? But this entry was almost certainly written before Lost In Language. And before Lost In Language, Luz didn't really try to befriend Amity. This is probably about how Amity thought Luz was a bully. As I mentioned earlier in the post, Amity thought Luz hurt and humiliated her on purpose. Thought Luz was going out of her way to toy with Amity. The thing that lead Amity to dislike Luz was that she thought Luz was dishonest and unremorseful. Amity's had enough of people who are dishonest and unremorseful. Her parents, siblings, and so called friends are all those things. And at first she must have thought Luz was just like them. Luz hurt Amity, Luz lied in how she represented herself, Luz didn't officially apologize until after this diary entry will have been made. And Amity must have been so done with that kind of thing. With lies and unapologetic attitudes. With bullies. And she thought Luz was a bully. I feel like that's the reason she really wanted Luz to just leave her alone. After all, earlier in the episode she said "Every time you come near me I get in trouble! Just leave me alone!", which reminds me a lot of her diary entry also showing a desire for Luz to leave her be.
"I called my teacher mom again..."
Honestly, while Amity calling her teacher mom doesn't seem like anything noteworthy on the surface, I would say it is important. Because for starters, Amity is a bit old to make this mistake. Little kids will sometimes call their teacher mom once or twice by mistake because they're used to the person taking care of them being their mother so sometimes without thinking they'll call their caretaker mom. However ive never heard of a highschooler, a child in the age range where they're less dependent on their parents than little kids are and less likely to see all caretakers as parental figures, call their teacher mom. Much less do it multiple times. And I can't help but wonder if this might be caused by the fact that her parents are the worst, forcing Amity to cling onto her teachers for the praise and support her parents don't give her. She's being abused by her parents, of course she'd grab onto her teachers to be parental figures because they're the only adults she has that don't hurt her. Because fourteen year olds don't usually get into the habit of calling their teachers mom and the fact that Amity has might be a sign of just how wrong things are at home.
"Sorry I haven't written for a while. Wait! Why am I apologizing?"
I mean, honestly, apologizing when you didn't do anything wrong is classic abuse victim behavior. And it is incredibly in character for Amity. She seems to have this perpetual sense of guilt over just...being human (metaphorically, she's a witch, not a human). Over any emotions or the smallest mistakes. It's pretty obvious that someone has made Amity to always feel guilty. Like she's doing something wrong or not doing enough right. To the point where not writing in her diary for a while is something she instinctively apologized for. It's kinds just...classic abuse victim behavior, typical of someone with a lot of self loathing, and makes me wanna punt her parents even more because I habe the feeling they're behind that tendancy.
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I Need a Favor
A small little Blitzbee story that I made. If you don’t like Blitzbee, your free not to read it.
{… What?}
Blitzwing frowned, deeper than he normally did on his regular face. “I zaid—”
{I heard what you said.} Longarm hissed, rubbing his faceplate as he glared at the large Decepticon through the screen. {Though I didn’t expect that sort of question from you of all mechs.}
Anger flared in his tanks as his vision went red. “Vat the frag is zat zupposed to mean?!”
{EVERYTHING!} Longarm threw his servos in the air. {You call me in the middle of the Primus slagging night just to ask me that? Do you even realize how much trouble you could get into if Lord Megatron finds out?!}
Calming himself, Blitzwing looked straight into Longarm’s single red orb on his forehead, knowing it wasn’t for looks. “Vell he hasn’t known about my… relationship vith the Autobots in over… my goodness. How long have ve known each other now?”
{You don’t even know how long you’ve been seeing this Autobot? Unbelievable.} Longarm rolled his optics as Blitzwing glared at him.
“It’s been stellar cycles zince ve first meet, zo excuse me for not keeping track of ze time. I hadn’t meant to get attached.”
{Clearly. Otherwise you would have thought of the consequences.}
“I did.” Blitzwing hissed, his single optic glaring at the disguised Autobot. “Zough, considering how jou jourself have ze zame attachment, consequences haven’t zeemed to cross jour mind as vell.”
Longarm glared, the red orb on his forehead glowed faintly. {Listen Blitzwing. It’s best if you just cut off your ties with this Autobot right this instant. For your sake and the sake of the cause.}
Blitzwing stared at the screen a moment before a wide grin broke out across his face. “Like jou did vith Blurr?” Longarm flinched. “Like how jou cut all ties vith him after he found out about jour identity? Like how he kept quiet about it for stellar cycles instead of just reporting jou? Like how jou got funky vith him and—”
{SHUT. UP.} Longarm hissed as his body shifted away from its disguise, showing his true form as he glared at the triple changer through the screen. {Shut up this instant before I contact Lord Megatron this instant and tell him that his precious triple changer has been going behind his back for stellar cycles just to see a measly little Autobot.}
“I could make ze zame threat to jou, Zhockwave.” Blitzwing hissed, his vision going red again. “Only jou took it further by zparking jour Autobot.”
Shockwave’s body shook as he glared at Blitzwing, his sole red optic was glaring so hard, the triple changer could swear the spy could see his spark. Venting deeply, Blitzwing calmed his emotions before speaking. “Look. Ve both have zomething ve don’t vant Lord Megatron knowing. I don’t vant to argue vith jou, okay?”
Shockwave face was neutral, but his body slowly stopped shaking. Blitzwing took it as a sign to continue. “I just need zome information about my….” Blitzwing coughed, hiding his heated face behind a fist. “My mechfriend, and zen I’ll be out of jour way.”
Shockwave was silent. His single optic stared at Blitzwing for a long moment. Blitzwing wasn’t sure if the Con would respond and was starting to regret asking for his help when the spy spoke up. {Considering where I stand, my life isn’t in grave danger as yours. If Lord Megatron did happen to find out about my relationship with an Autobot, I could at least spin up a believable tale that would secure my loyalty while your body would be thrown to the scrap heap.}
Blitzwing felt his tanks turn with heat, biting his lips down hard to keep his cool.
{However.} Blitzwing’s optic blinked. {Considering how you’re taking great risks just to contact me at this Primus forsaken hour, and how both of our current relationships revolve around something no normal Decepticon would think to have, I could let this slide by without word to our leader. But only this once.}
Blitzwing vented heavily, feeling relief wash over him. “Zank jou.”
{Don’t thank me. I still hold the upper servo, and I didn’t say I would help you.}
“I only need information about a certain repair crew location chart. I vould ask meine kleine Hummel vere his crew goes, but every time I do, he takes too long to respond.” His canons twitched, feeling the small irritation that happened each time he waited for his mechfriend to respond. “And ven he does, it’s usually after he returns from repairing Space Bridges.”
{And you can’t be a good mech and just wait for him to respond… because?}
“Do jou know how long it takes to repair a single Space Bridge?”
{Hmm. Alright. Fair point. Though, I don’t really see the point of this.}
“Isn’t it obvious? I vant to zee meine kleine Hummel!” Blitzwing face split into a grin as he pictured seeing his Hummel smiling at him, hearing his voice and his small servo entwined with his own larger one. “I don’t get to zee him as often as I used to. And I don’t vant him to forget about me!” He cackled as Shockwave shock his helm.
{I doubt anyone could forget a bot like you so easily.} Shockwave sighed. {Look, can you just tell me who this mech is so I can go back to recharging? I’m tired and if Blurr wakes up and sees that I’m not with him, he’s going to start crying again. And that takes hours for him to calm down.}
“Jou are taking ze role of zire quite vell.” Blitzwing grinned softly. “Most Decepticons vould have left ven zey spark an Autobot.”
{It’s only because of my duty and keeping up this ruse.} Shockwave snapped darkly. {If my cover is threatened, then I won’t hesitate to eliminate everything in my way for Megatron grand vision.}
Blitzwing’s grin faded, feeling a dark pit grow inside him. He knew he was loyal to his cause, but at the cost of his Hummel? He didn’t think he would have the circuitry to go through with it. “Just give me that ship’s tracking coordinates and I’ll be out of jour business.” Blitzwing stared at Shockwave, waiting for the coordinates to come through. “… Vell?”
{You still haven’t told me who you’re trying to track.} Blitzwing slapped himself, physically and mentally.
“Right, right. His designation is Bumblebee. He’s stands around—”
{Wait. Bumblebee?} Shockwave interrupted, leaning closer to the screen. {Bumblebee? As in the small mech? Minibot? Yellow? Talks a lot? Stingers as his main weapon? Horns on top his helm? That Bumblebee?}
Blitzwing nodded.
{… Oh dear Primus.} Shockwave groaned, covering his optic. {You have got to be joking.}
“I’m not.” Blitzwing glared a little before his vision went red again. “Vat’s it to jou?!”
{Seriously? You two are still a thing?} Shockwave removed his servo to glare at Blitzwing. {I though it was so other bot but you’re still with him? Primus, I was sure you two would have broken up by now!}
“Ve haven’t.”
Shockwave cursed, throwing his servos in the air. {Blitzwing do you have any idea how bad this is? That bot can’t keep quiet about anything! You can’t expect to tell him anything that would wind up blabbering to the Autobots! Have you even told him about your upgrade? How would he even respond to that?!”
“Very positive actually~!” Blitzwing grinned, his wings did a small flutter as he rocked on his peds. “Meine kleine Hummel was zo zhocked at first, but then he ztarted asking me zuch funny questions and I vas zo happy to zee him happy!”
{Even with the… faces?} Blitzwing nodded. {Please tell me you didn’t tell him how you became what you are now.} Shockwave asked with clear rejected irritation.
“Certainly not. Vhile ve normally tell each other nearly everything, ve both zwore never to reveal any information from our respective zides.”
Shockwaves shoulders looked relaxed as he nodded. {Good. Good. But, given if you could get any information out of him…}
“HE’S ON A FRAGGING REPAIR CREW! ZERE’S NO VAY HE VOULD KNOW ANYTHING!”
{Alright alright, calm down! You’ll wake up Blurr!} Shockwave hissed, looking over his shoulder before disappearing. He returned about two cycles later. {Still in recharge, which is good. And you’re lucky that the apartment is soundproof.}
Blitzwing gritted his denta. “Just. Give me. Zee codes already.”
{I’ll have the codes in the morning. Should be simple enough to tract a simple repair ship’s coordination system and have them uploaded to you… what exactly do you plan to do with them? I understand you would want to see your little Autobot, but how would you even see him without his crew seeing you?}
Blitzwing grinned as he leaned back. “Oh, I have my vays my friend. I have my vays.”
*
“Oh for frag—BUMBLEBEE!”
The yellow Autobot jumped, twisting around at the angry shout. He planned a million escape routes in his helm and was about to act on the stupidest one that had a slight chance of working when Ratchet stepped into the ship holding a box with a deep irritated frown on his faceplate. “You’re fragin’ mechfriend left ya somethin’… again.”
Bumblebee blinked before his faceplate broke into a wide smile, racing over to the grumpy mech. “Really?!” He swiped the box, finding FOR HUMMEL etched deep into the metal on top. “Thanks Ratchet!”
Ratchet huffed as Bee started walking off to his quarters. “How the frag does that bot keep followin’ the ship?”
Bumblebee slipped into his room, making sure to lock the door behind himself and sat down on the berth. Twisting the top, he placed it aside and reached in. His optics widened as he held up a stone carved… thing.
He didn’t know what it was, but it looked pretty. Placing it on his lap, Bee looked at the bottom of the box, smiling when he found a small chip inside. He grabbed his datapad, sticking the chip inside and read the message that had been placed inside the chip.
HUMMEL!
ES IST SO LANGE HER, SEIT ICH DICH GESEHEN HABE! Ich vermisse dich ~! Haben Sie bald einen freien Tag, damit wir uns wieder sehen können? Ich will Zeit mit dir verbringen! Magst du auch mein Geschenk?! Ich habe seeeeehr hart daran gearbeitet~! Bitte sag mir, dass es dir gefällt!
(/)(/)(/)
Bumblebee laughed a bit. Blitzwing always made him laugh a bit with his little messages. Closing the letter, he opened an encrypted email, typing out his response.
Blitzy, you got to stop leaving gifts out where Ratchet can find them. As romantic as it is, I don’t think he appreciates tripping over metal boxes left in front of the entrance every few solar cycles. As for the gift… what is it? Do get me wrong, I love it, but what is it?
He sent the message, waiting a moment for Blitzwing to notice and respond. A few nanokliks passed before Bliztwings reply came.
HUMMEL!
ICH VERMISSE DICH! Ich bin so froh, dass du mein Geschenk magst!
Ich weiß nicht genau was es ist. Ein Pfadfinder kam mit einem Haufen organischer Pflanzen von einem organischen Planeten in einem Zyklus zurück. Ich denke, sie wurden… Blumen genannt?
Well, this one is pretty too~
ICH WEISS ES SCHON GUT?!
ICH HABE ZU VIELE NÄCHTE DAMIT VERBRACHT, ES ZU PERFEKTIONIEREN, DAMIT DU ES BESSER MAGST!
Bee smiled, looking down at the stone carving on his lap.
It’s very nice. I think this is your best work yet.
JA WIRKLICH?!
Really. Hey, you want to meet up at our usual place? I’ll probably be back on Cycbertron in five solar cycles and I’ll be free for a solar cycle or two before I have to get back to work.
KEUCHEN!
DATUM NAAAAAAAAACHT~! (/)(/)(/)(/)(/)(/)(/)(/)(/)(/)(/)(/)(/)(/)(/)(/)(/)(/)(/)(/)(/)(/)(/)(/)(/)(/)(/)(/)(/)(/)(/)(/)(/)(/)(/)!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ich werde an unserem üblichen Platz auf dich warten. Komm nicht zu spät.
The message was soon deleted after Bumblebee read it. Bee’s smile never left his face as he set the datapad aside and gazed lovingly at the stone carving, tracing his thumb over it as he thought of a certain large three faced mech he couldn’t wait to see in a couple solar cycles.
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Fic - Postcards
Fic about an idea @ghostsandmirrors were talking about.
Famine walked slowly through the quaint back roads of this new town, enjoying the quiet peace of this place. She’d been in cities too long—Budapest, Vienna, Salzburg—so the lack of bustling people and squealing cars was eagerly welcomed. Here people moved slowly, tending the gardens, walking with pets and family. It was quaint. It was nice.
Hooking her thumbs into her backpack straps, Famine couldn’t help but smile. Peace was so rare, especially for her. She might have to stay here for a little while, a week, maybe a month if she was lucky. Just savor the peace and quiet.
Things got a little louder as the town center unfolded around Famine, but it was a soft kind of noise. She stopped on the street corner and looked out at an open, gravel lot that was occupied by a small amphitheater and rows of benches that flowed out into docks and then a glistening lake. Stone buildings fractured out along small, paved roads all around her and a church rose upon from crumbling graves to her right. This place just looked like peace.
A small tourist shop across the street caught her eye. Carousels of postcards occupied the sidewalk outside and Famine could see various other trinkets inside. The postcards were what really grabbed her attention, though. Famine had started sending postcards to Bringer a while ago as she marauded across the Earth. She’d started sending them on a whim, having spotted a postcard that reminded the horseman of them, thinking it would be a one-off sort of thing. But Famine had kept it up, sending a postcard every once in a while. There was never much too them, not even a message written on the back. Just a picture of wherever she happened to be passing through and a name, usually Charlie, scrawled in her awful, stick-like handwriting.
Crossing the street quickly to avoid being hit by a bumbling car, Famine stepped over to one of the carousels. She thumbed through the postcards slowly, taking in the pictures of beautiful scenery and the ridiculous doodles paired with silly phrases. Maybe she should send another postcard to Bringer.  
Sudden loneliness hit Famine as she looked through the cards. It was like a punch to the gut and she even had to quell the burn of tears at the back of her eyes. It had been about five months since she last saw anyone she knew, about seven since she’d seen Bringer; she’d been going through a small town in Russia and had passed them trying to escape a very angry person whom they’d just informed of a loved ones death. They’d ended up running all over town together, even when they were probably well out of danger. It never hurt to be overcautious.
Remembering that made the loneliness stronger. Being on her own rarely bothered her these days—she’d been on her own for so long—but it was like she’d suddenly been cast into the ocean with a stone tied to her ankles and she was sinking into the feeling quickly.
Famine wanted to be with friends, with people that knew her. She wanted to be with Bringer. She wanted to go home.
Where the hell was home these days, though?
“Guten tag, Frauline.” [Good day, ma’am] The voice shattered Famine’s melancholy thoughts and made her jump slightly. The old lady who had appeared around the postcard carousel chuckled a little, “Etschuldigung.” [Excuse me/sorry]
“Nein, nein, [No, no]” Famine stuttered, “Alles ist okay. Ich habe Sie nicht hören. Sie spazieren wei eine Katze.“ [It’s all good. I didn’t hear you. You walk like a cat.]
The old lady chuckled again and shook her head slightly. “Werden Sie eine Postkarte schiken?” [Would you like to send a postcard?]
Famine glanced at the cards again before nodding. “Ja. Ich werde eine Postkarte für mein—“ [Yes. I would like to send a postcard to--] What? How the hell to classify Bringer, especially in a language that was too gendered for its own good. Schatzi [treasure] was too mushy, Liebling [favorite] seemed inaccurate (there were plenty of times when Bringer was certainly not her favorite person), and Freund [friend] was first off too masculine and second too vague. “Mein Liebe,” [My love] she finally said. Liebe worked well enough.
“Ooh,” the old lady cooed, “Wie süss.” [How sweet] Famine couldn’t help the soft laugh that left her lips; she was rarely accused of being sweet.
“Wir haben viele Postkarten für Liebespaar hier.” [We have many postcards for couples here] The old lay stepped over to another carousel, giving it a light spin to show Famine the options. Couple laughing together under umbrellas and phrases about loving someone to the moon and back filled the racks. Famine resisted the urge to practically grimace at the overt romance of it all and instead shook her head.
“Ich will eine Postkarte mit einem Bild von einem See,“ [I want a postcard with a picture of the lake] she said, stepping back to the first carousel. She scanned her options quickly until she came upon one that looked right. Plucking it out, she held it up to show the shopkeeper. The old lady smiled and nodded before beckoning Famine over to the counter.
Having fished the appropriate amount of Euros from her wallet and letting them clatter onto the dish, Famine gathered up the card, “Danke schön.” [Thank you very much] The old lady smiled brightly, giving a small nod in response to the thanks. “Wo ist die Post?” [Where is the post office?] Couldn’t be far given how small this town was, but it never hurt to just ask.
“Ums Ecke.” [Around the corner] The shopkeeper motioned the direction and Famine glanced where she was pointing.
“Vielen Danke.” [Thank you very much]
Famine wandered out over the gravel lot with the amphitheater and down to a small path between the docks and the restaurants along the lakeside. There was more of a crowd here, occupying tables and strolling in groups. Chatter filled the air. Famine passed through it quickly as she could, emerging into a small park with a fountain and several chairs overlooking the lake.
A pair of chairs sat on a small balcony that jutted more out over the lake and Famine mae her way over to them. The horseman settled into the chair and hugged her backpack to chest as she looked out over the lake. She’d never been to the Salzkammergut before, but it was stunningly beautiful. She wasn’t sure the postcard did it justice. She pulled the small sheet out of the paper back the old lady had put it in, the horseman held it up to the scene in front of her. It wasn’t far off, but it only captured a fraction of the total view. Altogether, Famine could understand why humans thought the Almighty was so magnificent.
Turning the postcard over, Famine looked at the blank back and wondered if, for once, she would put anything more there than just a name. It never made sense to her to write anything. It wasn’t like there were stories to tell about her wanderings; they were solitary and full of lots of walking. The postcard said as much as needed to be said, told them where she was, or at least had been. There was nothing else to tell.
Famine retrieved a pen and book from her backpack, placing the card against the hard surface in order to scrawl ‘Charlie’ onto the back. She had to concentrate to make the English letters look like actual letters instead of just splatters of ink. The Calpurian alphabet was far from Latin based, looking more like chicken scratch. That had made learning to write English very difficult; she’d yet to try to learn to write any other language.
Sitting back, the card just seemed too bare. She tapped the pen gently as she thought before sitting forward to add another line, just two words. Miss you. Famine wasn’t even sure it was legible in her awful scrawl, but she hoped Bringer could make it out.
Satisfied, the horseman rooted around for the stamps she knew were in her bag and applied a couple before adding one more for good measure. Famine stood and pulled her backpack back onto her shoulders, setting off for the post office.
 Evening was setting in as Famine strolled along the lakeside once more. She’d sent the postcard on its way and wandered town for a bit, discovering a school just over the river. It was really a very pretty town and she was determined to stay for at least a bit.
The chairs she’d sat in earlier were free so, the horseman ventured over and folded herself into the chair. She set her backpack back in her lap and rested her chin on top of it, staring out at the slowly setting sun. Distantly, she could hear a polka being played and people laughing. Around her, groups of friends, families, and couples enjoyed the dying evening with ice cream and one another’s company. Famine tried not to think too much about them, but the empty chair beside her made her loneliness all too acute.
Wrapping her arms tighter around her backpack, the horseman blinked back tears for the second time that day. She wanted to go home, but where the hell even was that anymore? Even if it existed, it was a person she didn’t know how to find. So, she just sat there, staring out at a golden skyline, alone in a crowd of people, wondering what to do next.
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328 of 2022
survey by penseve
What is your favorite genre of music?
Djent, hands down. I know there’s a neverending debate if this is a proper genre name or not, but I’m fine using it, so. :P I like sludge or post-metal, too, some alternative rock, and definitely hip hop, mostly Dutch, but not exclusively. Also, some electronics, as in industrial music. Basically I’m fond of things that are dark, heavy and/or atmospheric.
Do you believe in ghosts?
Honestly, I couldn’t care less.
What colors are the walls in your room?
Light green.
What is your favorite kind of cookies?
I’m not a big fan og cookies, but let’s go with gingerbread.
What are your thoughts on euthanasia?
I habe no opinion, it’s too hard subject for me. It’s fully legal where I live, for any reason that brings you “unbearable suffering”, so I guess there must be a reason for that.
Who did you last speak to on the phone?
My husband.
Do you scare easily?
No, but I’m prone to get startled.
What was your first car?
I’ve never owned a car solely.
What was the last book you read?
The Legend of Ice People, yet another part.
Do you like Gatorade?
We don’t have this brand here.
What is your dream career?
Thje one I’ve been having for the last 9 years, among others that didn’t work out.
Favorite time of day?
Mornings, always and forever.
Have you ever lived somewhere that has a fireplace?
I do now, but it’s a fake one.
Have you ever donated to charity?
I did a small amount for Ukraine, otherwise no.
What size mattress do you sleep on?
Double.
Do you exercise?
I do, five times a week. It does both for the gym and for the rehabilitation of my hand.
Do you believe in any old wives tales?
No, not really. I’d rather be rational.
Have you ever lived in an apartment?
Yes, for a few years.
What color are your bed sheets?
Red and white, with a cat pattern.
Are you afraid of the dark?
Not really afraid, but surely uncomfortable.
What is your favorite kind of juice?
Orange and apple, but it has to be 100%. Also, cranberry.
What is your favorite pair of shoes?
These black platform boots I wear now.
Have you ever written daily in a journal?
Yeah. I have a journal full of my thoughts somewhere in our bedroom.
Do you prefer jeans or sweatpants?
I like both, but they have to be loose and wide leg.
Are you a night person or a day person?
Definitely a day person.
Have you ever had any surgeries?
Yeah, more than one.
Would you rather write the story or read it?
Read. I’m not good at writing.
Do you currently owe anyone money?
Not that I know of.
Do you like to give people jump scares?
Yeah, I do. I know it’s silly, but I can’t help it.
Do you believe horoscopes are real?
No, I don’t.
How old were you when you got your license, if you do have it?
Let’s not talk about it.
Do you want to get married someday?
I am already.
What is your favorite fruit?
Strawberry.
Do you like romantic movies? If so, what is your favorite?
Hell no. I don’t like movies at all, and romance makes me cringe.
What are your favorite qualities in a S.O.?
Loyalty and trust.
What is your favorite meal to cook?
All soups.
What is your favorite fast food place?
I don’t eat fast food.
Did you have a lot of friends in school?
Not a lot, but a few good ones.
Are you good at wrapping gifts?
I’m terrible at it.
Have you ever been in a toxic relationship?
Sure. My first boyfriend was abusive in a way.
What website could you not live without?
I’m hesitating between sigidwiki.com and priyom.org, both are so cool.
What would you do if you won 1 million dollars?
Boring question. Travel around the world, and buy two houses first.
Do you like to do crafts?
Depends on what kind of crafts.
Are any of your grandparents still alive?
No, none of them.
Where are your ancestors from?
The Netherlands, Germany, France and some mix in between. Basically half of Europe.
How many windows are in your room?
Two.
What is your favorite animal?
Cat, always and forever.
What weather is your favorite?
Thunderstorms.
Have you ever read a book of poetry?
Not as a whole. I’ve never hold much interest in it.
Do you have any nicknames?
Yeah, Jelle.
What is your natural hair color?
Dark brown.
Did you ever get detention in school?
I don’t think so.
Do you consider yourself a pessimist?
Rather a realist, but with more optimistic side. It helps going through things.
Do people come to you often for advice?
Not for advice, but for some support because theuy know I care.
Have you ever had a board game night?
No, I haven’t.
Do you enjoy going grocery shopping?
I do, actually.
What is your favorite kind of candy?
Sour candy only.
Have you ever been to the zoo?
Yeah, I didn’t like it.
What was the best vacation you’ve ever been on?
Any summer holidays spent at my grandma’s.
Have you ever traveled out of the country?
I’ve been in five countries, not counting my own.
What are your top three favorite holidays?
Christmas and low key Easter, I don’t care about all the rest.
Do you have a difficult time falling asleep?
Sometimes I do. I have anxiety, so.
Who is the most attractive actor, in your opinion?
I don’t care much about actors, but probably Christian Brassington.
Have you ever slept nude?
Many times.
What is the scariest movie you’ve ever seen?
I don’t care about movies much enough to actually watch them.
When was the last time you went outside?
Yesterday. Going to the hispital soon, though.
Did you have over-protective parents?
No.
How many stories tall is your dream house?
I like the house I live in, it has two stories and an attic. No basement nor cellar, though.
What is your favorite thing about yourself physically?
My piercings lol. And maybe that I’m tall.
What does the last text you received say?
Probably some spam. I’m not bothered to check right now.
Do you consider yourself to be promiscuous?
Totally the opposite, to be honest. Either with one person for serious, or with no one at all.
Are you close to your family members?
To my parents and sister, yes.
Do you consider yourself a flirt?
People say so, but I’m just being nice and I can’t really hide it when I like someone.
What emotion are you currently feeling?
Hope. Is it an emotion, by the way?
What was the last thing you ate?
Croissant, just one. That was yesterday.
Who do you have the most in common with?
Literally no one.
What is your favorite form of art?
Photography and music. Yeah it counts.
Have you ever had sex in a public place?
Once in the car. We ended up with leg cramps XD
What is your biggest pet peeve?
Slow-walking people, people who hang on my back while waiting in the line, people who interrupt others. Can’t choose just one.
Do you consider yourself a sarcastic person?
Quite much so.
Do you have any obscure pets?
No, just cats.
Do you think you’re an attractive person?
Nope, not at all. People have different opinions, though. There were some who have seen me as the most attractive man on Earth and I wonder to this day what’s actually wrong with them. XD
Have you ever had a blog?
Well, here? I guess it counts.
Do you consider yourself politically correct?
I am when it’s appropriate. Just not with my frirends where I know nobody’s gonna be offended.
What is your wifi password?
You’re not gonna connect over the Atlantic Ocean anyway.
Who was the last family member you spoke to?
My dad. Just over text.
Have you ever won money on a scratch off ticket?
Yeah, 50€ back in time. I was a teenager then.
Do you like Disney movies?
I don’t like any movies.
Are there any candles burning in your home right now?
No, there’s no need for them.
Where is the person you love the most?
At work.
Have you ever grown any plants or flowers?
Yeah, we had a garden back then.
Do you consider yourself a smart person?
I do, but at the same time I’m not the “street-smart” one.
What is your favorite flavor of candy?
Sour candy if ever, I don’t like sweets.
Have you ever tried to follow a painting tutorial?
No, I’ve never been interested in it.
Are you good at working on cars?
Fairly. I can do small repairs here and there, especially with wiring.
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charanteleclerc · 5 years
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for better, for worse (til death do us part)
2019
He could hear the stunned gasps and whispers as he walked through the Paddock. The cold metal rested on his finger, still unfamiliar. He smiled to himself, touching his ring gently. He knew they’d taken their time in finally getting married - not through lack of trying on his part though. Jenson had never really been one to settle down, and when he’d proposed to Jenson five years ago, Jenson had literally done a runner. Admittedly only for a few hours, and he’d been very apologetic about it, but he’d been careful not to mention any plans of commitment again. Not until Jenson brought it up himself.
“Hey man.” Lewis walked up, smirking. “He finally asked?”
“Finally.” Seb agreed, grinning. “It only took me nine years to pin him down.”
“Are you going to let everyone in on the secret?” Lewis asked, making a face at the people around them. “Press release? Instagram post?”
Seb shook his head. “Still like my privacy. They’ll figure it out finally, but they haven’t found out yet. We want to keep it like that.”
“Even Jenson?” Lewis asked, watching Seb carefully. “Seriously?”
Seb shrugged. “He knows how much it means to me. And we agreed that we’ll tell people when I retire, and not surrounded by all of this.”
“Well, congrats anyway.” Lewis clapped him on the back, walking away. “And tell him that he owes me for not inviting me!”
“Tell him yourself!” Seb called back, shaking his head. He touched his ring again, still amazed and overwhelmed at the thought of it being there, on his finger. A reminder of how lucky he was.
~*~
2011
“Hey.” Jenson snuck up behind him, wrapping his arms around Seb’s waist. “Congratulations.”
“Thanks.” Seb grinned, but he wriggled out of Jenson’s loose grasp, turning to face the other man.” Not going to be missed?”
“Not for a little bit.” Jenson leant in to give him a quick kiss, frowning when Seb stiffened, just a little. “What’s wrong?”
“Just… not here.” Seb pleaded. “There’s too many people.”
He could see the hurt that flickered over Jenson’s face, and then it was gone, one of his camera smiles in place. “Well, I wouldn’t want you to be uncomfortable. Go and enjoy your party, I’ll see you later.”
“Jenson -”
“Yes, Sebastian?” The use of his full name made him flinch, like he was being scolded. Jenson’s expression softened slightly, but Seb didn’t see it.
“Your room or mine?”
“I’ll let you decide.” Jenson said, ducking out of the room. Seb watched him go, his chest feeling tight. No, not his chest, his heart. He wanted nothing more in this moment to chase Jenson down, without worrying about whoever was watching, or what they would think. But it had taken him so long to get to where he was, and he’d constructed those barriers around his life for a reason. Jenson would see that, he had to.
~*~
Seb stumbled into his hotel room, shutting the door too loudly. Someone groaned from the bed, throwing a pillow his way. “Could you be much louder?”
“Sorry.” Seb snickered, crawling into bed, pressing a kiss to Jenson’s cheek. “Was not sure you would be here.”
“I did think about it.” Jenson yawned. “But it’s your day. Didn’t wanna ruin it.”
“Ich habe dich vermisst.” Seb murmured. “Wait, shit, not english. I missed you. Tonight. Kept looking for you.”
“Figured you wanted to celebrate with your team, not your boyfriend.” Jenson could hear the bitter tone in his voice, and he tried to stop it. He didn’t want to have this conversation with Seb whilst he was drunk. Seb was an emotional person at the best of times, it was going to be a hard enough conversation without trying to calm Seb down. “What time is it?”
“Uh, do not know.” Seb sounded a little sharper, a little bit more with it. “What do you mean, you did not think I did not want to celebrate with you? Of course I wanted to celebrate with you, dummkopf.”
“You wanted to celebrate with me as a friend. Not as your boyfriend.” Jenson snapped. “It’s like you’re embarrassed by me, or terrified. I just want to be able to hold your bloody hand in public and you can’t even stand to be in a three foot area around me sometimes!”
Seb stared at him, swaying a little. Christ, he hadn’t wanted to do this with Seb drunk, and now all Seb was going to remember of his second Championship win was going to be this argument. Great.
“Jenson -” Seb started, breaking off and running a hand through his damp hair. “Ja, I’m scared. I’m very scared. And I do not want it to be the rest of my career. I do not want to be doing well for a gay driver, all of my wins nutzlos - I mean useless. I do not want to be great despite me being gay. Ich will to just be gut.” He stood up, a little wobbly, but he stopped Jenson from helping him, a strange look on his face. “I am going to sleep elsewhere I think.”
“Seb, I…” Jenson trailed off, not sure what to say. Seb shook his head, heading for the door.
“Tomorrow, ja? We will talk tomorrow.”
The door swung shut, and Jenson was left in a silent room, wishing that he could turn back the clock ten minutes.
~*~
Seb looked grumpy when Jenson next saw him. Grumpy and hungover. He stomped towards Jenson, sunglasses on and his mouth curved downwards.
“Afternoon.” Jenson tried, watching Seb’s frown deepen. “How’s the head?”
“Fine.” Seb muttered. “How’s your brain?”
“Fine.”
“Ah, that's right. You don’t have one.” Seb said sarcastically. “I mean, who picks a fight with their boyfriend right after they win the world championship? Give it up for Mr Jenson Button, everyone!”
“I’m sorry for that, you know.”
“Good. You should be.” Seb sniffed. “Make it quick, I have stuff to do and there’s no point dragging it out.”
Jenson frowned. “Dragging what out?”
“Breaking up with me. I just didn’t want you do it last night, I was selfish enough to give myself a night to pretend.”
“I’m not breaking up with you Seb. Is that what you want?” Jenson asked, trying to ignore the cold feeling creeping into his chest. Seb couldn’t mean it, could he?”
“Not, but… it might be easier. You obviously want to tell everyone, and I can’t. I just can’t.” Seb got out, voice cracking towards the end. “Please don’t ask me to.”
Jenson reached out, resting his hand against Seb’s cheek, watching the other man lean into his touch without even thinking about it. “Then I won’t. You’re more important to me than telling people, I don’t want to walk away from this. From you. So we’ll wait until you’re ready.”
“What if that’s never?” Seb whispered.
“Then it’ll be never. We’ll work on it, figure out ways to be in public without being together. But we’ll figure it out together, okay? Together.”
“Okay.” Seb nodded, grabbing onto Jenson’s shirt tightly. “Okay.”
~*~
2019
“So it’s true? You really got married?” Charles looked stunned when he saw the ring on his finger, eyes going wide. “But you’ve never even brought her to a race!”
Seb shrugged, trying not to laugh at the wide-eyed innocence Charles was showing. “Work life and private life separate. I wouldn’t take my partner to work if I worked in an office, or on a building site. Why do it here?”
Charles nodded slowly, still looking astonished. “Well, congratulations. She’s very lucky. You should bring her along sometime though. She must be interested to see what a weekend is like! Maybe you could swap jobs for a day, no? What does she do?”
“They’re a… journalist.” Seb landed on. What else could be say? Commentator? Racer? Retired? Journalist was vague enough. The others would raise more questions. “Sports journalist. Travels a lot.”
“Oh wow… that sounds pretty cool, non?” But I understand now, if she’s a sports journalist. No favourites.” Charles looked pleased that he’d figured it out so quickly, he really didn’t like to think how he would look when the story eventually broke that it was Jenson, not some unnamed sports journalist. “Congratulations again, though!”
“Danke.” Seb called after Charles’s retreating back, trying to fight down that laughter again, and a strange feeling of guilt.
~*~
2016
“Are you sure that’s what you want to do?” Seb asked, stirring milk into the mugs. Jenson was sat at the kitchen table, looking unusually serious for him. “You could stay, if you wanted. McLaren wouldn’t object.”
“Seb, I’m getting old. Don’t make that noise -” He said, cutting through Seb’s protests. “In our job, yes it is. I’m thirty-six. I can’t keep doing this much longer. And it’s selfish! I’m holding on too long, there are kids out there that are much quicker than me and you know it. I shouldn’t deny them their chance just because I don’t want to leave.”
“But they’re kids.” Seb muttered, placing a tea in front of his boyfriend. “They’ll have their chance.”
“And how old were you when you won a race?” Jenson raised an eyebrow, watching Seb blush a little. “You know it as well as I do, I shouldn’t be there anymore. Not as a driver.”
They fell into silence, Seb tapping at his mug. Jenson sat back, sipping his tea, watching the emotions play out across Seb’s face as he argued with himself in his head. It was amazing to see Seb rationalise things by himself now, watching him work it out, all the problems and solutions laid out in front of him. Seb hadn’t exactly grown up since they’d started dating, six years ago now, but he’d become more sure of himself. The confidence was still there, less cocky. He was a natural leader, but he realised now when he was pushing too hard. He wasn’t as highly-strung anymore, less likely to put all the blame on himself when things didn’t go his way. Watching him deal with this, a decision that was not his but affected him anyway, and so calmly. It was amazing.
“You’re staring.” Seb broke him from his thinking, smiling crookedly. “Nice daydream?”
“Lovely, thanks.” Jenson yawned, stretching. “You done processing?”
“Yeah, I suppose you’d better let those kids have their fun. Better them show Fernando up, I guess.”
“The day Fernando gets shown up is the day I lose faith in the sport.” Jenson grinned. “I mean, except you, of course.”
“Damn straight.” Seb grinned, kicking Jenson lightly under the table. “I mean, I’ve got to be on my toes now, with these fast kids of yours showing up.”
“You show them who’s boss.” Jenson agreed. “Thank you. For understanding.”
“Well, I could do with a retired boyfriend at home, he could do the laundry, clean - oi!” Seb yelped as Jenson kicked his shin. “What, it’d be a great job for you!”
~*~
2019
“Will I need to do any damage control this weekend?” Britta asked him, skipping past unnecessary niceties. “I just need to know before.”
Seb shook his head, digging his head into his pocket. “You could’ve asked me last week.”
“It was your big day.” She gives him a kind smile. “You may be a workaholic but I’m certainly not.”
“Yeah, okay.” Seb rolled his eyes. “No, no damage control. We’re not announcing it.”
If Britta was surprised by that, she didn’t show it, just giving a nod and typing something on her phone. He appreciated it, knowing that no-one else was going to give him any breathing space this weekend. After Canada, and then turning up married? He was surprised Ferrari hadn’t shoved him out to do a press conference the minute he’d arrived in the Paddock.
“I think Mattia wants you to give a statement.” Britta said, eerily answering his thoughts. He’d long given up any suspicion of mind-control, putting it down to the fact that he’d spent more time with her than anyone else this last decade. “Probably soon. Don’t say anything that’ll make my job harder.”
“I’ll try not to.” Seb winked as he left, pretending not to hear Britta huffing behind him. She’d forgive him in an hour.
~*~
2019 (Ten days ago)
The plane ride home was quiet. Seb had kept his headphones on since he’d left the hotel, not speaking to him or Britta or anyone since last night. They normally took different planes home, he usually detoured via Monaco or London, but he really didn’t want to leave Seb alone today. Seb would have the dogs for company, but he knew his boyfriend too well. Seb would pour over every little detail, churning over every corner in his mind until it drove him insane.
He watched as Seb clenched his hands around the steering wheel, knuckles white. He sighed, tapping a hand against his leg. Seb stiffened a bit, shuffling a little. “Jenson.”
“Sorry.” He stopped, putting his hands up a little. “Sorry.” 
Seb shook his head, clenching his jaw. “I shouldn’t snap.”
“Seb, I could see from a mile away that you’re tense. You haven’t said a word since we left Montréal. I’m surprised you haven’t snapped before this.”
“I still shouldn’t.”
“You’re human.” Jenson said gently. “I know you too well, I know what you’re probably thinking.”
Seb scoffed. “Doubt it.”
“Try me.”
Seb was silent for a moment, almost as if he hadn’t heard him. Jenson waited, knowing Seb would talk when he was ready. “I’m so angry.” Seb started. “I’m so fucking angry. At myself, at the team, at Lewis, at fucking Mercedes. I wish I could’ve just punched someone in the face, or that I’d gone and screamed at the stewards. I wish I could’ve screamed at them until I was hoarse. I wish I could go back in time and not go off at that corner.” Seb took a deep breath, looking pale. “I don’t know what to think anymore.”
“That’s okay.” Jenson said simply. “We’ll not think together, if that’s okay?”
“That’s okay.” Seb replied tiredly. “Danke.”
Jenson smiled to himself, turning to look outside, watching the world disappear past him. The world could wait for them to breathe.
~*~
“Okay, but if I was supposed to cook, my cooking would not turn out like this.” Seb was looking at what was supposed to be their dinner. It was more than a little burnt, smoke still rising off one of the corners. “That was supposed to be lasagne. That is not lasagne.”
“I still can’t understand how you’re so bad at this.” Jenson snickered, dodging a slap with a tea-towel. “What? It’s true!”
“Look at me, I’m heartbroken.”
“Heartbroken shmeartbroken. I think you just wanted an excuse for a takeaway.”
“I’m offended.” Seb tried to look upset, but the corners of his mouth were twitching. “I’d never do that.”
“Course not.” Jenson grinned, giving Seb a quick kiss before picking up the burnt pasta and shoving it in the bin. “Go choose something.”
“Love you.” Seb smiled wickedly. “That was not an admission of guilt though.”
“Uhuh.” Jenson chuckled. “Don’t believe that!”
He started to clean out the dish, pouring in enough washing liquid to clean a car. Seb crept back in, winding his arms around Jenson’s waist, pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder.
“Does pizza sound good?”
“Sure.” Jenson twisted, drying his hands. “You wanna call, you know what I’ll have.”
“In a minute.” Seb said, tilting his head up for a kiss. “Happy here.”
Jenson looked down at him, at the lazy, contented smirk on his face, and he couldn’t believe how quickly Seb had put the bad race behind him. He’ll say later that he just couldn’t help himself, but it wasn’t that. He’d been turning it over in his mind for some months now, and he’d meant to ask properly, not standing in their kitchen with the smell of burnt lasagne in the air, but it was actually perfect for them.
“Seb -” He started, struggling to get the words out. “Seb, marry me.”
He saw that happy look slide right off Seb’s face, replaced with blank shock. “Was?”
“I mean it.” Jenson said hurriedly. “I know I panicked when you asked, but I’ve been thinking about it properly. It doesn’t scare me anymore, not with you. Seb, please marry me.”
“Ich…” Seb trailed off, blinking. “Uh, ja. I mean, yes. Of course yes.”
Jenson let out a breath he hadn’t known he’d been holding, pulling Seb in for a kiss. When they pulled back, slightly breathless, Seb started laughing.
“What’s so funny?”
“Nothing. I just can’t believe that you actually asked me!” Seb chuckled, trying to calm himself down. “I’d just gotten used to the idea we never would.”
“Sorry I kept you waiting.”
“Worth it.” Seb grinned. “Completely worth it.”
“I was so worried you were going to say no on principle.” Jenson admitted. “Completely and utterly terrified.”
“I would never. I’d marry you right now, if I could.”
“Really?”
Seb nodded. “I want to marry you as quickly as possible, I’ve been waiting five years.”
“What about the weekend?” Jenson said. “I mean, do you want a big wedding?”
“Not at all.” Seb made a face. “Are you sure? It’s not just my decision here.”
“This weekend seems too far away.” Jenson sad, watching Seb’s face relax. “We are going to order pizza, and we are going to brainstorm, and call people to tell them, and we’ll get married this weekend. Sound like a plan?”
“Sounds perfect.” Seb smiled, giving Jenson a soft kiss. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
~*~
2019
“Sebastian, we can all see the ring on your finger. Can we take it as confirmation that you’re now married?”
“Yes, I was married last weekend. My partner and I are very happy, but we would like privacy as well.”
“Can you give us anything? Name, age, occupation? As no-one even knew that you were seeing anyone.”
Seb gave a small laugh, managing not to roll his eyes. “I like to keep my private life private. I see no need to advertise anything about my life away from the Paddock, and I do not intend to start now. We’re very happy, we had the wedding we wanted, surrounded by our families and friends.”
“But -” The journalist tried again, but Seb cut her off.
“I’m not going to speak about my personal life anymore.” He said, making sure she knew he was annoyed now. “So, last race?”
~*~
2025
He stepped out of the car, listening to the noise of the crowd, cheering for him one last time. He could stay here forever, in this little bubble of time, where this was still his world. From tomorrow he’d only be a visitor, watching in through the glass. He wanted to turn back, tell the team he’d made a mistake, he wanted to stay. He didn’t want to go.
He made it through the weighing, and almost all the way to the media pen before he started crying. Jenson was waiting for him, microphone in hand, looking around for him.
He rubbed away the tears, giving a small thankful smile at Britta as she handed him a towel. He took a couple of deep breaths, hiding his face until he knew he was composed again.
“Danke, Britta.” He whispered, giving her a tight hug. “For everything.”
“It was my pleasure.” She whispered back, ruffling his hair. “Go on, he’s waiting.”
He nodded, walking towards the pen, heading straight for Jenson. Jenson grinned, holding out his mic.
“Sebastian Vettel. You did it, you’ve finally retired. It took you a while, how are you feeling now?”
“Well, I am stubborn.” Seb teased. “Overwhelmed, mostly. Feeling too much.”
“What are you going to do now?”
“Uh, not sure, in the long term. Maybe commentating, like you? I don’t know. I do know, however, that I’m going to go home to my dogs and my husband, and fall into bed for a while.”
People around him became quiet, looking at him confused. Jenson just continued to smile, winking. “Oh?”
Seb bit back the tears, wiping the stray one away with his hand, smiling at his husband. “Yeah, I think so. We might even go on holiday, I think he deserves it.”
“Does he?”
“He deserves the world.” Seb pushed himself up, jumping over the barrier. “He deserves everything and more.”
The media pen was silent, everyone focused on what was happening before them. Jenson raised an eyebrow, a silent ‘are you sure?’
“I’m sure.”
“I’m so proud of you.” Was all Jenson said, and then his hands were on Seb’s face, pulling him up for a kiss. “I love you.”
“Love you too.” Seb whispered, jumping a little, Jenson catching him. He wrapped his legs around Jenson’s waist, resting his forehead against his husband’s. “We did it.”
“So what was it you saying about home and bed?” Jenson teased. “Or shall we give them a show?”
“They’re having a show of a lifetime.” Seb muttered, kissing Jenson again. “Let them stare.”
“Kinky.”
“Shut up.”
“Make me.”
“Okay.” Seb grinned, watching Jenson as his husband’s brain stopped for a second. “See?”
“You’re a little shit sometimes.”
“Love you.”
“Love you too.”
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poisonivysparks · 5 years
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Drugged Up Confessions {Peter Maximoff X Reader}
People stared at me while they drove by. I was laying in a ditch on the side of the road, left for dead. Sure, I looked almost completely different from a normal person, but it was no reason not to do anything about a person stuck on the side of the road.
I looked different because I was purple, had sharp teeth, bright gold eyes, and a long, spade-like tail. Over the course of ten years, I had been experimented on, tested, and tortured in a lab with other people, just like me.
The only person I had really seen, was a man with curly, red hair and lots of freckles on his chubby cheeks. He had disappeared about a year ago and I hadn’t seen him since then.
I curled up into a fetal position in a futile attempt to keep myself warm, since the winds were howling above me. I tried to think of when times were better, even though they were still kind of bad. I thought of my times in the Munich Circus with my twin, Kurt, or Nightcrawler as they called him back then.
We had been close, up until the time I had been bought by a man named Bolivar Trask. I was sent to his laboratory in America, it was one of the most horrible things that had ever happened to me.
I still had a slight German accent from my time in Germany, it had never gone away, nor faltered.
Suddenly, a car stopped and somebody got out.
“Are you okay?” An unfamiliar man’s voice asked, in a tender tone.
“I-I’m alright.” I sat up, sniffling. He looked really nice, nerdy glasses, a tiny bit of stubble, and a kind face. He had a yellow aura around him, meaning that he was happy.
“I-I can take you to a safe place, for people like us, I promise that I won’t hurt you. I’m Hank McCoy, a teacher there.” He said, putting a hand out for me to grab.
“What do you mean, ‘like us?’” I asked him, pulling myself up.
“We’re mutants, I work at a school for mutants.” He told me, walking over to his car.
“A-are you sure you are not going to hurt me?” I asked, following him wearily.
“I promise.” He said simply, opening the passenger door for me.
I entered the car, trusting him completely, I could always teleport out if I wanted to.
We drove for a while in silence, I felt quite awkward. He ended up pulling down a nice looking driveway with trees around it.
A few teens, about my age, were hanging around the trees, smoking and laughing with their friends, it was winter, but they didn’t seem to mind. They were all happy, a yellow aura around them.
Little patches of snow were on the ground since it was January. The air was frigid and cold, ice covering the road.
Hank turned into a garage, parking the car right after, went over to the passenger side door, and opened it for me.
“Th-thank you.” I stuttered, getting out of the car, my long and outgrown hair flowing behind me.
“It’s no problem. Now, come with me, the Professor will want to see you.” He told me, walking out of the garage, out into the freezing air.
“The Professor?” I asked, following him. He went up to a large, oak door and knocked.
“You’ll see in a second.” He told me, a happy aura around him, just like everybody else on the property.
“Hank?” A British voice said as the door opened, he had brown hair, blue eyes, and was in a wheelchair. “Why are you knocking?”
Hank motioned to me, and the Brit’s eyes widened at the sight of me. “I found her on the side of the road, she might’ve been from the old Trask Industries laboratory.”
The Brit turned his attention to me. “What��s your name, dear?” He asked me tenderly.
“Y/n Wagner.” I said, a little self-conscious about my accent.
“Hello, Y/n.” He smiled kindly. “I’m Professor Charles Xavier, and this is my school.” We walked inside, well, Charles rolled. I followed Charles into, what looked like, an office. “Would you mind telling me what happened before Hank found you?”
“Well, up until I was about nine, I was in ze circus with my twin, Kurt. Then, I was bought by Bolivar Trask, and tested on in America. Oh, I also saw this boy, he had curly, red hair, lots of freckles and kind of chubby cheeks.” I told them as their faces dropped.
“Sean? Was his name Sean?” Charles asked, looking frantic.
“I do not know, I’m sorry,” I told them.
“Well, I think we need to get you a room.” Charles smiled sadly, a blue aura around him.
~Time Skip to June~
I had been living on the campus for six months and made a friend, just one, her name was Jean. She was also a social outcast, just like me, except she didn’t have any appearance altering powers. We had somehow made friends with the new kid, Scott. Jean obviously liked him, her aura turning pink whenever she was around him. I admired their subtle affections towards each other.
I hadn’t told anybody, except Jean, about what happened before I got to the school, I hid all of my emotions behind a smile and took on everybody else’s problems to cover my own.
I was sitting on a couch with Jubilee and Jean, Scott had gone off to do God-knows-what.
I heard two sets of approaching footsteps and looked up from the conversation we were having. I saw Scott walk through and- my breath caught in my throat, it seemed like I was suffocating, quickly, I leap to my feet.
“K-Kurt? B-bruder(brother)?” My voice cracked as tears sprung to my eyes. Yellow eyes, mirroring my own, made contact with me.
“Schwester? (Sister)” I ran up to Kurt and tackled him into a hug. We tumbled across the floor slightly as we held each other close and twined our tails as a sign of affection. Happy tears streamed down my face as we hugged each other sitting on the ground. He had a bright yellow aura around him and tears in his eyes.
“Bruder, es war zu lang. Ich habe dich sehr vermisst.” (Brother, it has been too long. I have missed you dearly.) We started a small conversation in German as we still held each other, craving the contact of the other half of our souls, even if we weren’t twins we would have been very close, but being twins just made us even closer.
I heard a cough interrupt our conversation, I looked up to see Jean, Jubilee, and Scott staring, they seemed to be speechless at our heartfelt reunion.
“Sorry, sorry. This is my twin, Kurt Vagner.” We stood up, our tails still intertwined, as if we let go the other would disappear, which is quite possible because we could both teleport.
“We can tell...” Scott said as I put my five-fingered hand into Kurt’s three-fingered one.
“I still can’t believe that it’s been ten years since I’ve seen you, Y/n.” Kurt said, looking at me.
“I know, I’ve missed you,” I told him as he hugged me tightly.
“Y’know, these two have never been to a mall before, why don’t we show them some real American culture?” Scott said, and the two girls agreed.
“I heard the new Star Wars movie is in theaters, we could get the two some new clothes,” Jean suggested.
“Does anybody know where the Professor keeps his cars?” Scott asked, looking at all of us.
“I do.” I raised my hand up.
“Great.” He smiled evilly.
~Time Skip~
It was now August and super hot, me and Kurt had become practically attached at the hip. He knew all of my secrets and I knew all of his. Peter and I had also become close, we had been assigned as roommates since the boys’ dorms were all full. I had a slight crush on Peter, but I knew he wouldn’t love me back.
“Ich weiß, dass du ihn magst. (I know you like him)” Kurt told me as we sat down on a bench in the hedge maze.
“Kurt, Ich tue nicht. (I do not)” I told him, my cheeks heating up.
“Ja, Sie tun, versuchen Sie es nicht zu leugnen. (Yes, you do, don’t deny it)” He told me, poking at my sides. I laughed and slapped his hand away.
A silver blur crossed by us and I knew exactly who it was. Peter.
“Why do you guys always talk in German? Nobody ever knows what the hell you’re saying.” Peter said, squishing between me and the arm of the concrete bench.
“That’s the point.” I smiled at him, and a weird purple aura appearing around him, I had no idea what it meant.
“Yeah, well, I don’t like it.” He huffed, the purple becoming green, I didn’t know what the green meant either.
“Well, you have to deal with it.” I told him, crossing my arms playfully. Suddenly, the loud bell rang, signaling that we were late for our next class, which just happened to be training.
“Fuck, why am I always late?” He said and sped off, leaving me and Kurt to teleport there.
We did just that and got scolded a little bit by Mystique, she didn’t seem to like us very much.
Mr. McCoy started up the Danger Room and robots emerged from the wall, all we had to do was fight them for a while.
My brother and I were teaming up on the robot, while the others had their own robots to fight. Kurt and I were doing really well, until, suddenly, the robot swung at me, knocking me against the wall.
I fell to the ground and tried to teleport, but I just flashed red and stayed in the same spot.
Mystique and Kurt immediately ran over to me.
“No! My baby.” Mystique ran to my side and started stroking my hair, her aura was blue and pink, sadness and love.
“Why did you call me that?” I asked, coughing up a little bit of blood.
“I-I....” She trailed off and then I noticed the slight similarities between her and Kurt’s face.
“Are you my” I asked, suddenly realizing something. “Mutter?” (Mother)
She nodded, and Kurt looked at her in shock.
I felt extremely tired, and closed my eyes. “No! Y/n, please don’t fall asleep.” Kurt’s voice sounded distant and echoey.
~!Peter’s PoV!~
I sat next to Y/n’s unconscious body, she had gotten knocked out earlier that day and had only woken up in two-minute segments, spouting absolute nonsense, because of the medicine McCoy gave her. Kurt and Mystique were in and out, they both started crying when they saw her, though.
I saw her eyes flutter open and she sits up a bit, seeming to be in a daze. She looks over to me with a puzzled look on her face and I heard her speak.
“Kevin? Is that you?” Wait… who the hell is Kevin? I thought to myself, But she continued to babble, thinking I was this Kevin person.
“Kevin, I need to get something off of my chest.” She slurred to me.
“I am madly in love, with an oblivious idiot that can’t take a hintttt…” She elongated the word hint. Wait… I looked into her eyes.
“Who is the idiot you're in love with (Y/n)?”
“His name is Peter, I like to call him Quicksilver though.” She slurred to me, and my face turned bright pink.
“He doesn’t realize that I like him, zough, because he can’t take a hint” She whined like a child to me and my face became redder than it was already.
“I’m sure he likes you too (Y/n).” As I tried to get her to lay down to sleep again, red faced as a tomato.
“Do you really think that?” She asked, closing her eyes.
“Yes, I really do.” Her breathing slowed and her whole body relaxed.
| Y/n’s PoV | (In a Nightmare)
I was trapped in a room, crying. All of my closest friends, Jean, Scott, Jubilee, my family, Kurt and Mystique, and the one person that I loved with all of my heart, Peter.
They were all screaming in agony, held down by leather straps and being electrocuted. The big window in front of me was all I could look through, and it terrified me, their auras were all bright red, they were in intense pain. I tried to teleport out of there, do something, but I couldn’t.
“That’s horrible.” A voice said from beside me, I turned my head to see Sean.
“Everybody I know is in there.” I told him, tears leaking out of my eyes.
“You do realize that Trask industries closed down last month, right?” He crossed his arms and I looked at him in shock.
“W-what is this then?” I asked, genuinely confused.
“Some people call it a hallucination, but most people call it a dream.” He leaned up against the wall, arms crossed.
“How do I get out?” I asked, genuinely confused.
“I dunno, I’m just kinda here.” He shrugged his shoulders, walking around freely.
“I heard that some people have to die to get out of their dreams,” I told him, trying to move my legs and succeeding. I walked over to him and tried to touch him, but he was transparent and ghost-like.
“Wake up, Y/n, please.” I heard an echoey voice from somewhere far off, I couldn’t tell who it was. “Everybody’s worried about you.”
The voice sounded familiar, but it was distorted and seemed lower than it was supposed to be.
I looked through the window and saw that Peter was gone, the straps were still tied and nothing had moved, but Peter was not there.
I curled up into a fetal position, completely scared of what would happen, I stayed there for what seemed like hours, the voice fading away.
Quickly, I closed my eyes, hoping to go back to the real world, where I could be with my family and my friends.
~In the Real World~
I sat up, my eyes wide open, nobody was in the bland, all white, infirmary. “Peter? Kurt? Jean? Mystique?” I called out, my voice echoing throughout the room.
I heard footsteps and a ‘bamf.’
“Y/n!” Kurt’s accented voice rang out and he hugged me tightly, his aura was bright yellow.
“Kurt, you are squishing me.” I told him as he let go.
“Sorry,” He apologized. “You passed out about six hours ago and I vas worried about you.” He said.
Mystique rushed in, about a minute after her son and her aura the same as her sons. “We heard your voice.” She said, hugging me.
“I’m okay, I promise,” I told them, hugging her tightly.
“Peter was in here for a while.” Kurt told me and my cheeks flushed fuchsia. “He was worried, just like the rest of us, stayed here longer than any of us.”
“He was?” I asked, a hopeful tone in my voice.
“Well, yeah.” Kurt said plainly as I tried to get up. He held me down and pushed me into the hard bed.
“Kurt! I want to get up! I’m feeling a lot better.” I told him, crossing my arms and pouting.
“I’m not sure if it’s such a good idea, Y/n.” Mystique told me, sitting down on the bedside chair.
“Why can’t we just ask Mr. McCoy?” I asked, a little mad.
“I can go ask him.” Kurt volunteered, raising his hand.
“Thank you. Kurt.” I hugged him and he bamfed away.
He came back after a few minutes, Hank in tow. Hank quickly went over to the IV machine that was hooked up to my arm, his aura was a soft yellow.
“You’re vital’s are good, does anything hurt?” He asked and I nodded.
“I’m a little sore, but otherwise, I’m good. May I get out of this bed now?” I smiled at him, trying to use my adorableness in my favor.
“Yeah, you can, just don’t do anything drastic, you’re in recovery.” He told me, unhooking the IV from my vein.
“Thank you!” I got up and hugged him, my limbs incredibly sore.
I teleported to Kurt’s side and our tails intertwined.
“You guys are adorable.” Mystique said, laughing a little bit. “My two babies.”
Hank looked completely lost and confused, looking between Me, Kurt, and Mystique. “Did something happen, or..?”
“Are really that blind, Hank?” Mystique asked, laughing.
“I don’t know, I mean, I do wear glasses.” He said, adjusting his glasses.
“These are my kids.” She laughed as Hank’s eyes widened.
“W-what?” He stuttered. “So, um, you guys are Darkhölme’s?”
“I-I guess so.” Kurt said, resting his elbow on the top of my head.
“Get is off of me, Kurt. I am not a baby.” I grumpily pushed his arm off, giving Kurt the stink eye.
“Okay, Y/n, you should probably go get some exercise,” Hank said, smiling at me and Kurt.
“Alright.” I smiled back at him and bamfed out of the room and into the garden, leaving Kurt behind.
Peter was sitting on the same concrete bench that Kurt and I were sitting on earlier that day, a few purple flowers in his hands. It was almost completely dark outside and he looked kind of sad, his aura was blue with green tips.
“Peter!” I yelled waving my hand.
He heard my voice and looked right at me, his aura turning a bright yellow. “Y/n! You’re awake! I was worried that you wouldn’t wake up.” He ran over and hugged me, purple tips appearing around him. He easily lifted me up in the air and my cheeks turned a bright fuschia.
“Peter, you’re squishing me.” I told him, laughing a little bit. The flowers laid slightly damaged in his hands.
“Oh, sorry.” He said, his aura becoming slightly more purple. He set me down, me being very short compared to him.
“It’s alright.” I smiled, showing off my fangs a little bit.
“These are kind of for you, sorry that they’re squished.” His cheeks turned pink and the tips of his purple/yellow aura also became pink.
“It’s alright,” I told him, graciously taking the flowers from him. “They are beautiful, even if they are a little squished.”
“I found them and I wanted to give them to you.” He said, taking a step away from me.
“Thank you.” I told them, smelling the slightly damaged flowers.
“I want to show you something. Come with me, please?” He asked, excitement evident in his hazel eyes.
“Alright.” I smiled and he held me, his hand behind my neck.
“We’ll be there in a second, okay?” He said, a little concerned.
“Okay.” I said and he rushed off, stopping in a very thick patch of trees.
“We’re almost there, it’s just up ahead.” He told me, taking my hand in his and walking at a, surprisingly, slow pace.
“What is it, Peter?” I asked, following him towards a particularly thin patch of trees.
“I can’t tell you that.” He smiled, a mischievous look in his eyes.
We walked into the middle of the thin patch of trees, where a very comfy looking blanket was lying down on the ground.
“I come here almost every night, and just stargaze.” He told me, lying down on the blanket.
“I’ve only been stargazing once in my life, Kurt and I ended up getting in trouble. It vas nice while it lasted.” I told him, lying down next to him, the blanket was very fluffy and warm. His aura turned slightly green, but still yellow.
“Well, now you get to do it with me.” He booped my nose and I giggled slightly.
We watched the stars for a while, pointing out all of the constellations that we knew and some that we didn’t.
“You’re adorable, y’know that?” He said, looking at me, while I pointed out another constellation that I made up.
“W-what do you mean?” I asked, flustered as his aura turned completely pink.
“You. I love you.” He said, looking away from me and back up at the stars. “I love how innocent and adorable you are, I love the faraway look you always have in your eyes. You smile so much and I was so worried that you wouldn’t wake up. Sometimes, it makes me jealous because of the relationship that you have with your brother. You two are adorable and when you talk in German it kinda turns me on. I just love you and I feel like this is all so sudden and I just…”
His words made my cheeks flush and my brain not be able to think clearly. I had no idea what to do so I crashed my lips into his, taking the speedster by surprise.
He kissed me back and it felt like the stars were shining and cheering for us, as if they knew it was going to happen. He easily dominated me, rolling on top as I was pushed even farther into the cosy blanket.
Our lips moved together ravenously, my hands were tangled into his slightly fluffy, silver hair and my tail was curled around his torso. His hands were resting on my hips, barely squeezing, but I could feel it.
We pulled away, breathing heavily, and our foreheads were touching.
“I love you too, Peter.” I smiled while he caressed my purple cheek.
“I think you said that already with your lips.” He chuckled, his hair completely messed up, and I laughed with him.
“I’ve sort of had a crush on you ever since we started sharing a room together.” I told him, embarrassed that I was actually telling him that.
“Yeah, well, I’ve had a crush ever since I first saw you in that facility.” He told me. “And then when I first saw you laughing at my ‘I still live in my mom’s basement’ joke, I was completely head over heels.”
“You’re so sweet.” I hugged him and tackled him to the ground.
He flipped me over, very easily and gave me his signature cocky smirk. “You’ll never beat me, y’know.”
“I know.”  
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I've been working a lot lately and doin a lot of reflection while working and i just wanna talk about some thoughts ive had feel free to scroll if you want and pls dont reblog
So when i was a sophomore in high school/15 yrs old i was pretty much at my lowest point. Like i was in the throes of puberty, i still wasnt coping well w my trauma and my depression and anxiety were at their worst, like i honestly spent most of that year in an almost dissociative daze? Like i physically was in class but mentally i was watching myself go through the actions and i felt disconnected from my body and from every body and it was just in general not a Good Time
But there was one encounter thats really stuck w me since that year and I've just been thinking about it a lot bc i honestly think it might have saved my life. So like for context i suck at chemistry and my teacher of that class also kinda sucked and he'd like leave the room and fuck around w his teacher pals while we were doing experiments so like when this happened it was just students in the class, and as you can expect a bunch of 15 yr olds left unsupervised like to mess around
My grade was already so bad enough that i didnt want to fuck around and i also didn't have any friends in that class so i was just doing the work we were assigned, and for the project we had to like heat beakers w some solution and then record some measurement every 2 minutes, and i was working w a group of three other people, two dudes mamed kyle and sam, and a girl named katie
Kyle katie and sam all had friends in the class so like i was 100% sure i was the only one paying attention to the experiment but when the timer buzzed i reached for the beaker and sam reached too and we like bumped hands? But mine was around the beaker so his hand wrapped around mine and like i looked up at him bc it was surprising and he looked me in the eye and he said, "yknow its all gonna be okay one day, right?" and kt was so startling because for one i felt Seen and it felt liek he knew that i was hurting so badly and that he maybe even knew what it was like to hurt like that and he ws reassuring me through it
So like i nodded and then he let go of my hand and i recorded the data and the day went on but like i still remember it vividly because it honestly felt like someone was acknowledging me and my pain that i tried really hard ti hide, and it ended up being true. Like im not a perfect person now i still have fits of Them Depression Blues and anxiety is still a bitch but i do overall feel so much better and i have a passion for my life again and where im headed, and its crazy to think i might habe never reached this place if he hadnt seen me for me that day
And like i know its weird for me to be remembering a super small moment from like 4 years ago but isaw one of his friends at the restaurant before i quit and i just wonder if he remembers that day because it honestly changed me so much and helped me grow into the person i am today and he might not even remember it. also yeah as per usual tangent this is long and rambly excuse spelling errors im abt to go to bed and please dont reblog k thanks bye
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Other Matt: like she's always dragging me around and I don't do the compromise.. I wanna eat steak. I wanna eat steak. I never tell her what I want to do, I just say what do you want?
Me: well,you have to be careful you don't push her away. So you say, "babe how about we grill tomorrow. Im thinking corn on the cob and steak"
Jeremiah: that's what you used to do and i thought you were leaving me
Me: because you act like I'm 13 and You're 20 and there is a reason we should not be together. And you would get irritated and then mad.
Jeremiah: oh
Me: so then May be she would day "but I want chicken" well, easy then "babe I'll throw you a chicken on the grill, how do you want me to cook it?"
Jeremiah: shit That's what I didn't do
Me: no, you got mad and made me feel you hated me
Jeremiah: I see.
Other Matt: so what would you do in that scenario?
Me: well... That's why i say the beginning is the hardest because you habe to establish patterns and when they change its a red flag... But for me I was feeling more comfortable with him and he went the opposite way... So it wss really difficult. And obviously we aren't together... But I didn't twk3 his insecurities seriously.
Other Matt: because you had amnesia
Me: yeah... I always left an opening for him to discuss himself but he didn't. And I didnt understand him. So but now I realize I should had been more romantic with him... Instead of being intimidated by his moping and bad moods I should had,tried to seduce him
Jesse's head exorcist spins: do what?!?!?!
Me: yeah.., to me it was already about him, I wanted to be with him i told him,i wanted dinner the next day. But he .., didn't get 8t and his moods were so up and down and crazy I would get exhausted just watching him much less try to interpret, see my ex didnt care how I,felt and i had to kick him out. So I,didn't expect someone that loved me and hurt me Would leave. I would never leave my daughter. I mean, why would he leave me?
A bunch of people: you kicked him out!
Me: I was in an,abusive relationship previously and h3 had more mood swings than I could count.
Jeremiah: she didn't kick me out. I asked her if she wanted me to leave and she said if I wanted to, i could. And I left.
Me: you weren't my prisoner and I wasn't a jail guard
Jeremiah: i asked you the reasons why you would,want me,to and there wss more than two
Me: there always will be. There will be millions of reasons to leave for me to say why you could. Did you ask me why I wanted you to stay?
Jeremiah: no
Me: and im sure that list would had at least one. Love is the greatest gift of all. Pure. Real love. And i can't get that just any where. And all the reasons I said you should leave were all the reasons you should stayed. You cleaned the house. Watched my kid. Had fun. Smiled. Any person would want to leave for those reasons
Jeremiah: why?
Me: May be they knew they were imposters and would become abusive later. May be because they were scared and needed space. May be because they didn't like to clean.
Bill: she's too deep. She's so entertaining I see why no one realized that
Me: or that I wanted to kill myself. I knew like comedians kill themselves.., so I knew no one understood what I was really feeling. And so Bill. I,understand what you're saying
Bill & Jeremiah: does it help?
Me: yeah
Bill: but don't change
Me: I won't. Those are my mood swings. They're just part of Me. Like Jeremiah's craziness makes me a better person and friend. Your love understands me. We talk about deep shit and we laugh. There's not a reason I can't be that with everyone. Except Jeremiah's jealousy
Jeremiah: weeelll, now that you mention it.
Other Matt: those two are stubborn as Hell! That's your biggest problem
Me: it's communication.
Other Matt: oh You're right
Jeremiah: for 14 years she never talked to anyone. Only listened.
Me: I didn't have anything to talk about.
Jesse: did you see what she just did? She closed herself off completely
Me: i had an abusive mom that killed my kids and got away with it. I told people about 911, it happened anyways. And so much more no one listened to. So I quit talking.
Jeremiah: so now are okay?
Me: as much as I hated it And as much as I resented it. The NHRA made a difference in my life that you were unwilling to make. It took thousands of people to do what you could have done by yourself. And yeah, I am okay.
Jeremiah: I am a spoiled brat.
Me: I know.
Jesse: you do what you do and you just blow my mind
Me: I learned a lot only listening for 14 years. Its good for the soul.
Jesse laughs: only you!
Me: I must give Jeremiah some credit had it not been for him knowing you were in trouble and needed help I would not had the opportunity to blow your mind.
Jesse: yeah And so many times I wanted to shoot myself in the head, too.
Me: I'm not surprised. As i wanted to shoot myself, too. Misery loves company.
Jesse: yeah. But you kept me Alive! Kept telling the kids to call me and yeah, they did. It took a lot from you.
Me: I didn't mind. I had not really much else to do. Telling people, reminding them to love and listen
Jesse: and to care
Me: is the easy part. Its erasing the evil tendencies that's difficult. But I was able to. Something I always wanted.
Jesse: yeah then you tell us you wanted to kill your self after
Me: well, now I'm okay. Jeremiah some what came back around. And this, I think, really makes a difference
Jesse: yeah! And I helped by being a bafoon and ass hole!
Me: yeah
Jeremiah: you're a bitch! I can't believe you said that about me!
Me: what? Lol
Jeremiah: that's what Jesse always says when you say something about him
Me: I know. He thinks all the woman want his Dick and he's scared of them
Matt: so hey when are coming over!
Jesse: yall are sick little fucks!
Me: oh it looks like we're in luck, Matthew Hagan!
Jeremiah: you're nasty as Hell!!
Me: yeah And you like it too.
Jeremiah: shut up, dad
Matt: see now you see why she was yelling about people asking other people for advice about her and not asking about herself to her!!!
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