#this is a Beau appreciation post cause why the fuck not

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

Big Sky S3 E12

Omg! This episode!!

First of all, Jensen killed it in this episode. The way he's so worried about Emily in the beginning, calling her to check in, as though he can just feel the spectre of something bad coming. You can see it in his eyes!

Then his desperation when he finds out she's gone:

Every moment is played perfectly. As always.

I can appreciate that Avery probably does think he loves Emily, but when you truly love a child with your entire soul, you'd never CONSIDER getting them mixed up in something so shady just to save your own, embezzling ass.

And while I'm sure he really doesn't want anything to happen to her, he's still acting like a fucking moron, who thinks he has any idea what he's doing, exactly as Beau says:

He agrees to listen to what Beau says, follow his instructions,

And then he brings in a gun without telling him! 🤦🏼‍♀️🤦🏼‍♀️

Such an idiot. I think he's dead (though he may have been wearing a vest.) and I can not be sad about it.

And then, we find out that Buck had them all the time!! 😯😯 Why? How and why did he take them? I mean, obviously he's psychotic, but I'm curious why he chose Emily and Denise!

Oh my poor babies in the back of that truck! 😭 Emily's screams actually made me tear up, she's so terrified.😭

Now, I'd like to close by showcasing, once again, my "today reason" for hating Carla.

So, she KNOWS people are likely out to get her and/or Emily. Then she sees and confronts some weirdo who's following her, and yet, she doesn't think to call Emily that very second to even to check in? Like, at that point, I'd be immediately driving over there, calling Beau from the road to get him to meet us, and not letting my daughter out of my sight.

Like, as SOON as Beau hears someone's following Carla, he's like, "Where's Em?" Because he's an incredible Dad. Meanwhile Carla runs to Beau in person, cause she's scared and wants the man she walked away from to protect her. When if she was any kind of mother, she would have just called him on her way to protect her child - but she is JUST that self-centered. 😤😤

Sorry, it's just that, if I haven't been clear, #i hate carla. 😠

Anyway, this was a great episode, even if it does still feel like they have way too much story to wrap up in one episode next week!!

Lastly, as an end to my post I'd like to present you with the staggering beauty of Beau Arlen!

Look at these fucking thighs!! JFC!! 😭😭

Dead. 😵😵

#big sky season 3 spoilers #big sky s3 #beau arlen #episode recap #big sky s3 e12 #Are You Mad?

[ari-verdercci]

Last episode only confirms to me how very soft Beau is as a person. I will be honest to you all, I love Yasha, love her to death, her aesthetic as a soft barbarian but metal af who can definitely break me in twine if she we're inclined to, but Beau you guys, behind that asshole facade is an inquisitive and deeply caring person. I go back to the words she said to Fjord about her and Yasha having physical contact with each other through combat and you guys, that breaks my heart. This establishes a trend to me why I often feel Beau and Yasha's conversations end in such awkward moments, it's probably because instead of doing those awkward things they wanted to do something requiring physical contact but then they have this sudden realization of all those totally fucked up close up encounters they had and then they retract in their awkward bubble. Beau wants a fresh start because she is still reminded of those terrifying moments but despite that she believes (they both do) that things will be better this time. She wants a fresh start with the Yasha that she sees now, no longer orphanmaker (still pretty cool moniker though) just simply Yasha "Bone Harp Artist, Greatsword Snowboarder, Eater of Bugs and Collector of Beau-tiful Things" Nydoorin.

#this is a Beau appreciation post cause why the fuck not #beauyasha #cr spoilers #I am now curious to know what type of love language they are receptive to

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𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓 #𝟑: Female Public Figures Dating Men with Questionable Views That Contradict Their Image & Alleged Politics

𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗖𝗟𝗔𝗜𝗠𝗘𝗥: These rant blog posts are really just reflective of my thoughts at the time that I make them and are posted here because I need an outlet to release all of this shit I have going on my busy ass mind. That’s it and that’s all. Now let’s get into it..

This rant was greatly inspired by none other than Ms. Robyn Rihanna “Tell Your Faves To Pull Up [in regards to social injustices directly affecting black people]” Fenty and her openly colorist boyfriend, A$AP Rocky. Aside from the fact that Rihanna tends to slip under the radar and is never held accountable for her problematic ways due to her conventional beauty (i.e. Her heavy usage of anti-Asian slurs, particularly targeted towards Chris Brown’s ex gf, Karrueche), it’s very alarming that a woman who has an entire makeup brand with a campaign based around the inclusivity of ALL black women is publicly flaunting a beau who once said that DSBW do not look good with red lipstick.

And yes, I’m very much aware that Rakim said this tasteless comment over 8 years ago but from the looks of it, not much has really changed with him. Don’t @ me about it neither because I don’t care.

Also peep how he compares a hypothetical darkskinned woman to a man (Wesley Snipes) while trying to explain how his antiblackness isn’t wrong because he said something about white women as well. Gaslighting at its finest. Don’t you just love it! 😀

Furthermore, you would think that somebody of Rihanna’s level of stature would know not to associate themselves with someone as messy as A$AP Rocky but... Stupid is what stupid does, I guess! I can’t even begin to place the blame on him anymore because he’s revealed his true colors and we all have made the deliberate choice to either accept it or don’t and have discontinued all support for him. Unfortunately, misogynoir is never the dealbreaker for most people and the hatred for [dark-skinned] black women is so engrained in society that it’s frowned upon when we publicly speak out against it. Very ass backwards if you ask me but that’s society for you. Now, enough about that. Let’s focus back on Ms. Vita La Coco.

As a woman who claims to be a girl’s girl and is always presenting herself to be someone who is the epitome of a pro-black feminist bad ass, it just makes her alleged activism come off so disingenuous when she’s also laying down with the same man that actively attacks the demographic she’s supposed to be standing in solidarity with. It’s “Black Lives Matter” on the IG posts but your vagina is getting moist for a man who openly stated he doesn’t relate to what goes on in Ferguson because he lives in Soho & Beverly Hills. Ferguson being the exact place where a 17-year-old black boy’s lifeless corpse laid on the hot concrete for FOUR hours after he was murdered by a police officer. He couldn’t 'relate' to the fate of so many black men, women, and children who are murdered or seriously injured from state-sanctioned violence because they’re poor and he is not or so he thought.

But then again, what can I really expect from a woman who identified as being “biracial” until as recent as roughly 6 years ago? What can I really expect from a woman who called Rachel Dolezal a ‘hero’ for cosplaying as a black woman? I’d be lying if I said my expectations for her were high in this regard because sis has always shown us she was lacking in this department. And just for the record, this is not a personal attack on Rihanna at all for the die-hard Navy stans in the back. I admire her latest fashions and bop my head to her music just like the next person but she’s getting the side-eye from me on this one.

Trust and believe me though, she’s not the only woman who I can call out for being a hypocrite. Of course not! This stone can be cast at a few others. So without further ado, why don’t we bring Ms. Kehlani Parrish to the front of the congregation? Prior to Kehlani’s recent declaration of identifying as a lesbian, her last public relationship with a man was with YG. Yes, the same YG who felt it was necessary to say him & Nipsey had ‘pretty light-skinned’ daughters to raise in the middle of his deceased friend’s memorial. By the way, Nipsey’s daughter is not even light (or at least not in my book anyways.) She’s a very deep caramel tone just like her father which makes what he said even more moronic. Yes, the same YG who thought it was clever idea to use slavery as an aesthetic for a music video to a diss track about 6ix9ine. And yes, also the same YG who has derogatory lyrics targeted at bisexual women. Just to end up sweating the red carpets with one. I swear the jokes just continue to write themselves.

This raises the question once more; How high of a pedestal can I really put a multiracial woman who has a song titled ‘N*ggas’ and when received backlash for the song in question, she used the ultimate ‘I’m mixed’ copout while not having a visibly black parent in sight?

It’s also kind of suspicious to me that many were not privy to Kehlani’s secret romance with Victoria Monét (pictured bottom right) until Victoria did an interview with Gay Times revealing she fell in love with a girl but they subsequently broke up because Victoria had a boyfriend and that girl was pregnant in a polyamorous relationship. Fans began to speculate because both Victoria & Kehlani previously candidly spoke about their sexual orientations, Kehlani had just had Adeya and they both were seemingly close. Their short-lived fling would later be confirmed when Victoria released the song ‘Touch Me’ on her last project and Kehlani hopped on the remix. Meanwhile, Kehlani’s relationship with Shaina (pictured bottom left) was very overt and all over her Instagram feed from my recollection. And as you can see, Shaina looks absolutely nothing like Victoria. They look like the complete opposite of eachother in every aspect which is kind of alarming(?) to say the least because why is it that the women she proudly claims as her partners tend to have a very racially ambiguous look such as herself but her ‘sneaky links’ on the other hand are undoubtedly black women? Again, it could just be me jumping conclusions. You know, I’m kinda good for that however something tells me I’m not. Y’all be the judge of the material though.

Last but not least, I’d like to touch on Ms. Raven Tracy very briefly. I was very weary about even including in this segment and if I should just put her in a entirely separate blog post with other women who openly date abusers despite their checkered past (alongside Nicki Minaj & her r*pist murderer of a husband, India Love & Sheck Wes etc.) being this particular blog post was based around the theme of lightskinned/mixed women dating men with extremely problematic views about DSBW. Raven obviously isn’t lightskinned or mixed however I refused to ignore how contradictory her [former] relationship with an alleged (I used this word very loosely and mainly for legality purposes.) serial r*pist while promoting a brand that is all about feminism & body positivity. This also traces back to A$AP Rocky by default being that Ian Connor is his very close friend and he came to Connor’s defense when several women came forward detailing accounts of Connor allegedly s*xually assaulting them. (I wish I could place the actual video of what A$AP Rocky said verbatim but Tumblr only allows one video per blog post. 🙄)

Back in June of this year, Ian & Raven had a back & forth on Twitter after Ian tweeted about Raven “fucking everybody” behind his back. I can only assume that he was alluding to Tori Brixx posting a video of her ex, Rich the Kid & Raven kissing on her story. Disgusted is not even the word to describe my feeling when she admitted she stuck by Ian despite of his many allegations of s*xual abuse because she loved him and her being a empath causes her to want to help everybody. Imagine aiding and abetting a predator and even paying for his bail & legal fees just to turn around and expect sympathy because this same individual cheated on you and exploited you all over Twitter for the public to see. The same man that you would get back with not even a WEEK after the fact & turn off your IG comments because it isn’t our “business” after making it our business...

That being said, I just genuinely want to know: Why do these women completely go against what they stand for in regards to these men? Maybe it was never genuine from jump street and if that’s the case, why jump on the bandwagon of performative activism? Is it because it’s profitable right now? Is it because disrespecting black women is not an immediate death sentence to your careers and more often than not actually helps you advance even further? I guess that’s the billion dollar question that’ll never truly be answered. I just want the world to stop using black women as their stepping stool to get to where they need to go and then discarding of us when we’re no longer beneficial. Support us all the way or don’t support us at all. We deal with enough disrespect as is so we’d appreciate if y’all would stop straddling the fence and partake in your misogynoir out loud if that’s what you choose to do. We have no use for fake allyship and quite frankly, it’s doing more harm for us than good. Please and thank you!

Sincerely,

- 𝙼𝙸𝚂𝚂 𝙴𝙳𝙶𝙰𝚁 𝙰𝙻𝙻𝙴𝙽 𝙷𝙾𝙴. 💋

#i’m finally done after having this sitting in the drafts for about a good month... or two. 🥴🥴 #abuse apologists #pro black #activism #feminism #body posititivity #colorism #raven tracy #kehlani #rihanna #yg #asap rocky #rant #my uploads.

[c-is-for-circinate]

Man, I liked this episode.

Such great character moments!  Really exciting lore.  Plans for the future!  That ending, though!  Yay!

In no particular order, some moments I really appreciated:

Literally everything at the tavern, oh MAN.  Every single one of those conversations was SO GOOD, you know what I actually need to break this down further:

CADUCEUS AND YASHA, holy cow, right?  (it is late enough at night that ‘holy cow’ is doubly amusing, because Caduceus is, in fact, actually a...anyway, never mind.)  But HER HAIR!!!  Caduceus trying to be supportive, trying to Give Advice (Caduceus always thinks it’s his job to Give Advice, but usually it helps), but also falling just enough into actually admitting some of his own feelings.  Hope and worry.  I love them so much.

Beau and Caleb admitting/reminiscing about the early days when they didn’t like each other at all (except that even then, even when Caleb was being driven up a wall and Beau was angry and annoyed and kind of hated the guy, even then, they always liked each other at least a little bit, they never would’ve gotten so angry otherwise).  You know, sometimes it fades away for a while, but every so often I remember just how much I love Beau and Caleb as friends, because it is such a complicated, layered, hard-won friendship.  They both worked so hard for this relationship!  We call them the empire siblings, and it’s true, sometimes, but also it’s not true at all, because they worked so hard to get here, without any blood or parents or shared childhood joys telling them they should.  They built this friendship all on their own.  (And how often do you see such utterly platonic male-female friendships that are this hard-won and this concrete, in fiction?)

Okay I admit it, I made a NOISE at the unicorn thing.  It was just so utterly sweet, so deliberately ‘I know this little thing will make the person I care about smile,’ with no pretense or requirements after that, just because.  It felt like a little bit of Travis and Laura bleeding through, not in an out-of-character way, but in this bright reflection of all the little moments we’ve seen them just be honestly in love on screen.  It reminds me of the time Travis ordered an entire box of doughnuts via PostMates mid-episode delivered to the studio and didn’t say anything until they showed up.  And yes, obviously Travis and Laura’s characters can do and romance whoever they want--but if the honest emotion is there, it’s there, and it’s adorable.

Likewise: Beau and Jester both giggling and a little bit giddy about their respective potential love interests, both genuinely happy for each other.  Is there a sense of loss there?  Maybe, maybe not, who knows--but that mutual happiness is so genuine, and the “Agh, you know I’m scared of my future!” is so real in every direction, I love it.   

All of the shopping this episode made me really happy.  There’s something really special about a party hitting the level where they no longer have to care about money, and get to run kid-in-a-candy-store wild.  Buy ALL the diamonds!  Buy every piece of wizard-grade paper in Nicodranas.  Buy an entire wheelbarrow of fireworks, why not, just fucking do it, we’ve got the cash.  (Side note: as someone from Illinois, ‘going to Indiana to buy fireworks’ is such a familiar and obvious thing to me that I had a whole disorientation moment of ‘wait, Marisha isn’t from--oh my god people do that from the other side of Indiana too?’  I had not realized Indiana was such a national hub for fireworks, although I probably should have, given Indiana.)  Seriously though, the M9 do not care about money-- ‘here, take some of mine to pay for that thing, I’ve got so much I won’t use, just get it, it’s fine.’  But they get so much joy out of buying hundreds of gold worth of joke shop supplies, it’s so delightful, the entire two-city shopping trip was so delightful and I love them all.   

I covered all of my ‘oh man Beau’s imposter syndrome and self-esteem issues’ feelings in an earlier post, but I’m just going to reiterate: fuck, my feelings.   

I love the Eiselcross hook, and I cannot wait for what they find up there.  For one thing, I love me a good fictional deicide.  (I have some THOUGHTS about any potential god-killing weapons, and their potential uses against, say, life-devouring cities or angry sea serpents with a more than conventional number of eyes.  Also man that would’ve been useful for Vox Machina circa their own episode 109 or so.)  I am deeply curious to see what traveling with Vess de Rogna will be like--especially knowing that she was one of the people dealing with Yeza, and now I’m thinking about the fact that Veth was the only person NOT there to meet her today, which, hmmmmm.  I want to see so many things up there.  

There’s an almost-unfamiliar increasing seriousness and maturity to the Mighty Nein lately, and it’s so fascinating to me to watch.  They named their ship the Nein Heroes.  After the Mistake and the Ball-Eater, they went with a name that, beyond just not being a self-deprecating pun, almost sounds like they’re proud of themselves.  And yes, tonight they bought out an entire joke shop’s worth of magical novelties--but they also Sending’ed ahead to two teleportation circles in a row.  Yes, Jester set off a magical stink bomb in a tavern at lunch--but there were multiple healthy and emotionally honest conversations going on during that scene, too.  They thought ahead about their clothes.  They’re not just respected at the Cobalt Soul, they’re respectable. At first glance it just seems like they’ve learned to plan ahead, but it’s not that, or it’s not just that.  Rather, the M9 are doing things, sending messages, picking names, changing clothes, that affect the way they present themselves to others.  They’re not playing games of respectability politics, it’s not like they’re deliberately trying to convince other people that they’re any better than they are--but I wonder if, maybe, they’re doing just a little bit less self-sabotaging in the opposite direction.  If maybe they’re starting to suspect that they can be respected, and it’s not just a lost cause from the beginning. I really want to see where this goes in the coming weeks, whether they go back to chaos crew fuck-it again or this continues to build.  I’ll be curious to see where (and for whom!) it seems to apply, and where it slips.

#CR spoilers #critical role #episode 109

[mapleandgingeroatmeal]

CR2E76-Refjorged

HOLY SHIT THIS EPISODE HAD EVERYTHING. WHERE DO I EVEN START?? This is gonna be a long one for sure.

The spontaneous Mead Pong game was so fun. I love how they all just went for that, and Caleb getting a perfect shot only when nobody was watching? Priceless.

They haven’t really done a heist w/ Caduceus. have they? Unless you count boarding that one ship, but I don’t think you can since that wasn’t a stealth thing. It’s weird, but that detail felt like almost a mark of how far the Nein have come already

I’m sure people have written a lot about this (I’d love meta recs if anyone has ‘em), but that makes me think about what may have changed about the m9′s path if Molly had stayed alive. Clay has been such a huge force in pushing the nein to do good in the world, and although he has plenty of his own issues, I think the fact that he believes in everyone’s ability to be good people has really had a huge impact. This may be a Hot Take, maybe I’ll regret this cause idk what Molly fans are like, but I really don’t think the group would have made nearly as much moral and emotional progress w out Caduceus. They would probably be at least a lot closer to crossing over that line into Bad People.

THE BREAD. This is another famous joke that I new existed, but had no context or knowledge for. I was so excited when I heard it come up! Caleb and polymorph is such a delightful combo. The dumb brain really lets him escape his misery I think, and he had such a gleeful face and relaxed posture for that whole scene.

“Last time we did this, you put a sword to my throat”. Whatta callback! Despite how much everything has changed, Fjord and Caleb still have this interesting intensity to their relationship. The moment when they start a mysterious blood ritual and Caleb’s accent confrontation come to mind. I hope we get more in the future about how these two interact in a more casual setting, tbh, because at this point I have a hard time pinning down their dynamic. The trust is definitely there now, and all the Nein obviously love each other, but in many ways it feels almost delicate? Like in the scene from this ep, I think both of them probably reflect on that day thinking they were in the right, even if they’ve moved on. Interesting stuff!

The reactions when Nott murdered that guard were so priceless. Little moments like that are kinda sobering reminders of how broken she is. Since probably the moment that Veth killed that Goblin leader with a vile of acid, she’s led a life that seems to have been very much kill-or-be-killed. Empire people aren’t taught to see Goblins as much more than kill-on-sight monsters, and in a self-defense situation Nott is so small that she would really have only one chance before getting overpowered. It’s upsetting and definitely bad, but I think it makes a lot of sense that her first instinct when panicked is to go for the throat.

Caduceus is truly such a dummy and I love him for it. The man knows two things: Death and People. Nothing else. Strategy? Never heard of her. High-stakes stealth mission with an important decision to make? “it’s always nice to see my friends :)”. 

Whats in the book they stole! We didn’t find out for the entire episode if I’m not mistaken! Caleb just gave to Fjord with some cryptic comments! Wtf kind of book isn’t useful/ interesting to Caleb? This is going to drive me insane.

The pack-rat elf lady wearing Reani’s crown finally was v sweet. She was a character that Matt seemed to hint at a lot of depth for. I wonder if we’ll ever get back to Uthadorn? I’d like to see her again

The dusts are also a bunch of npcs that I kinda wish we’d gotten more time with! The way that Matt had the whole family and their personalities mapped out makes me feel like there was a lot that didn’t get explored there. Clay has a tendency to minimize his own priorities and as much as it’s a neat character choice, I wish it didn’t mean that we see less of the neat stuff around his arc!

Fjord’s dream sequence had me tearing up. Matt’s writing is just so emotionally intelligent and deep. The specification that the Wild Mother can ease the pain but the wound will always be there? That hit me so goddamn hard. I love this character. 

If I think too much about what this sword-collecting arc means for Fjord I’m gonna start crying again. Here’s a guy that grew up unloved, with nobody that ever cared enough to give him anything. He was so recently convinced that the Nein only cared about him while he was useful. And what happens once he looses all utility to the group? They give him magic weapons, and circle around to protect him, and face down a fucking ancient white dragon, all just to get him a gift from the Wild Mother. What does that feel like to a man who’s never ever had a family before? Can he even really recognize the kind of devotion the m9 just displayed? I hope once he has a quiet moment he can do some reflection and appreciate how much he is just unconditionally supported now. I want him to understand that he is loved.

Beau and Reani! I did remember right! They are adorable and everyone’s reaction at the table was priceless. That moment had a neat meta-level feel to it w/ the addition of Mica as a guest character. I could tell she was feeling out if this was a role-play boundary or not, just like Reani was feeling out if Beau was interested. Beau going in for the kiss out of nowhere was also Marisha signaling “yes please bang my hot gay monk”. A perfect ending for a wonderful character!

Jester and Caduceus almost judgy convo was actually fascinating to me, because it kinda highlighted one of my favorite things about Beau in that she breaks the norms arounf sexualy agency that you usually see with female charecters. She’s an action movie protag, casually banging hot ladies and hiring sex workers, and she’s celebrated for it like you would celebrate that behavior in james bond! I don’t know if I’ve ever seen a female character that does that before.

I could talk about Caleb and Nott’s conversation here for fucking hours, and I think I’m gonna actually do a whole separate post about it so this doesn’t get too long. Why is every interaction they have just the most poignant beautiful incredible moment ever committed to film?  What did the world do to deserve this? Nothing. We do not deserve them. 

Fjord getting his powers back and celebrating and the callback to Nott turning into a tiny Fjord and Eldritch Blaaaaaaayyyst returning and being wrapped up in seaweed and awkwardly objectified by Jester and Caduceus big goofy grin and all of it was such a joyful, hopeful note to end on! More than ever the Nein are feeling like a family, with all the wonderful messy things that entails, and I couldn’t be happier about it. I’m going to go watch Nott and Caleb and cry again.

#critical role #cr2e76 #cr catch-up

[ibelonginthepast]

Since there is a lot of tension in the fandom right now,it’s time to take a step back and go back to the beginning.Share your own tsc story.Regardless of where you are with the fandom,remember why and where you started.When and why did you start reading it?Who was your favorite character?What’s your favorite scene?What made you want to hug the book close to your chest?How did it help you?You can share this with everyone if you wish and I promise you'll feel good!The fandom needs this!Thanks!!

WOW THIS IS THE SWEETEST THING OMG

you are amazing and considerate and kind and wow. okay this is just amazing can I just- this makes me so happy thanku

so, I started tsc cause my apparently "best friend" @urnextdoorreader wont let me live if I didnt. she literally forced it down my throat, fucking put COB in my bag and shit, wouldn't stop talking about it and at one point tried to make me jealous by dramatically talking to this other girl who read tsc in my presence. Shes a fucker. Then one day i was bored and i started reading... and she was on my back for continuing it. But eventually I got interested in it cause I was a sucker for fantasy shit uk. I liked simon so I stayed for him, but my real interest was awakened when alec started sneaking to camille behind magnus' back and well before that I haven't even noticed malec that much, but that just got me. Cause it was ugly. And I just fucking started to realise that I realated to alec so much. But at that time i was lowkey homophobic, or well let's say I was more kind of unaware uk, so I found alec...weird but at the same time so fucking relatable and like his family shit and idk the closeted gay shit maybe got to me and I just fell. since then i didnt fucking stop, I educated myself, and well here I am. AH ANSWERING THIS BRINGS BACK SO MANY MEMORIES U R A GENIUS

since the starting I was excessively attracted to the side characters, izzy simon magnus alec... yeah I loved them so fucking much, and I cooked stories about what might be going on in their mind and life behind the scenes uk

I fucking died when malec got together in COHF,, and I cried when sebastian died, I cried like a fucking howling shit idk, the fact that magnus may not get through killed me and them when simon had to stay back OH GOD

RSOM is the one book I was dropping kisses on. I kid u not- i got the book just weeks before when I was gonna move here, but I just couldnt leave the book behind,, I read it on my trips to my relatives (i lowkey regret not spending time with some people nowcause is as too into the books and now cause ofthe fucking pandemic I couldnt meet them uk) but I mean, it was beau. I am pretty sure I was shookethed when I read haline and since the I have been like WAIT AM I GA- uk

there are too many fav scenes of mine, diana coming out to gwyn, every fucking scene with malec, when alec adopts max and rafe OH GOD, sebastian dying, gideon and sophie <3, ty taught me a lot, george, jem and alec bonding ugh too many

the concept of lgbtqia+ was introduced to me by cassie, the fucking concept of diversity, inclusion everything was something she gave me, cause before tsc I had only red harry potter and divergent and hunger games, and I just never knew how ignorant those and I was. I can never thank cassie enough for what she gave me, I can never. And even if there are many things I dont agree with her on, like I may not like the fact that her leads develop feelings at like 12 or that each female lead has a love triangle or that she doesnt have many black characters or that she doesnt have sensory disabled representation or a proper Islamic representation (yet), I really appreciate her fro whatever she did until now. And I am not anti cc, thats what I have been wanting to write a post about for long now but I cant word myself properly. I have arguments against a lot of shit people accuse her of,, so

Thank you dearest, this was amazing. It felt good. And tbh I have been frustrated a lot with my dash lately, but this helped. Thank youuuuu😘

[xbananaleensyo]

“I love you” call

Ship: Ohmtoonz

Warnings: mentions of alcohol/drinking

Words: 3,755

Summary: Ohm loved Cartoonz but he doesn’t know. One day, however, Ohm gets drunk and tries to call a certain someone. Aka Ohm is a fluffy, loving drunk and doesn’t know how to keep his mouth shut.

A/N: Hey guys! This is my first fic I’ve ever made and I’m pretty proud of it : ) So, thank you for reading it and I really appreciate any likes/reblogs/comments! Have a nice day, yo.

              Ohm wasn’t much of a drinker. It just wasn’t something he did much. Sure, he had the occasional glass of wine at dinner parties and the mandatory swig of beer during the Super Bowl but that was all for show. He never really indulged too far into it. He felt, at most, slightly warm from the minimal consumption and can’t remember the last time he truly was drunk. But it seemed tonight was different.

              Ohm tipped the bartender and sipped at the bottle of beer he just ordered. He scanned the ballroom, spotting the couple of the night instantly. It wasn’t hard to find them, their presence radiated happiness, true love flush on their cheeks and gentle stares. Ohm couldn’t help the throbbing sensation in his chest. It was accompanied by a slow southern drawl and cheeky grin that tended to occupy his mind, especially in moments like these. He looked at the newly-wedded couple and wanted it, wanted what they had so badly instead of this longing ache. Ohm sighed, loosening the tie on his neck, before taking a gulp of his drink and joining his peers in another round of shots.

              “Bye! Thank you for bringing me home, dude! I appreciate you and your service.” Ohm yelled back at the uber before shutting the door and walking the steps to his front porch. He searched his pocket for his keys, reminding himself out loud that he needed to give his driver 5 stars and a good review. She was a nice woman, entertaining Ohm’s drunk rambles during the late night drive. He was suddenly glad he decided to carpool to the wedding venue that morning because, based on the slight stumbles up his yard, he can assess that he was in no way, shape, or form able to drive himself home, Heck, he couldn’t even find the right keys to his door.

              “There you are!” Ohm cooed, giggling as he slotted in the key to let him in. Right when he walked through the door, he was greeted with excited paws batting at his ankles and welcoming yips. Ohm was beaming at the sight.

              “Tiny! You’re such a good boy! I love you so much.” He said while carefully kneeling and cuddling the pup.

              “I’m very drunk, Tiny. So we can’t—we can’t play a lot. But just wanted to let you know that I love you and you’re the best.” Ohm sent Tiny back to his doggy bed after one last pat on his back. He decided that it probably wasn’t a good idea to let Tiny sleep in the bed with him tonight. Ohm closed his bedroom door and plopped on his mattress, somehow taking off his shoes and dress pants on the way. He should sleep he thinks but the alcohol was still running hyper in his veins causing him to feel energized and elated and fuzzy. He felt so goddamn warm, honestly. Like he was so happy and wanted to share the happiness with everyone else. And he should. There was so many good people in his life that deserved it and when was the last time he told them how much he loved them? Not enough! He concluded, already taking out his phone out of his vest pocket. He silently thanked technology for having fingerprint recognition.

    Ohm went to twitter first, sending out a quick appreciation post to his fans and followers. Then, to his discord, giving out short but meaningful messages to as many streamer and YouTube friends he can think of. Next, it was his contact list on his phone where he kept the closer people in his life. These were the ones he was gonna spoil with love. Ohm sighed with satisfaction when he hit send on Delirious’ text, stacked with paragraphs on how much he helped him over the years. He went back to his list, finally stumbling on the contact that made his heart burst:

Toonzy <3

              Ohm’s thumbs froze over the screen, not quite sure how to start the text. There was just so many things he loved about Cartoonz—which ones should he say first? Can written text even convey all the things he wanted to say? Can he even type all the love he had for him? Perhaps, he should call him instead.

              “Hi Toonzy!” Ohm greeted excitedly right after the ringer broke. There was silence on the other line though before another voice spoke up.

              “Uhh Ohm? This is Delirious?” Ohm mentally slapped himself, wondering how in the world he messed that one up. But looking at the blurry name on his screen, he can confirm he was, in fact, talking to Delirious. Oh well.

              “Oh…oh! Delirio~ Sorry, I tried calling Toonzy. I wanted to tell him some things.” Ohm thought for a second. Even if it was an accident, he shouldn’t let this call go to waste, right?

              “But-but, wait, don’t hang up yet Delirious! I wanna let you know some nice things too. Because, because lemme tell ya. You, you, are a wonderful man and I’m glad you’re in my life. I love you and…and you deserve all the love!” Ohm heard Delirious’ happy laughter on the other end, pleased that the other enjoyed his declaration.

              “Awww, thanks Ohm. I know, I saw the text messages. Love you too man, really, and I appreciate ya but are you uhhh are you drunk?”

              “Nooo I’m not drunk. I’m really drunk.” He answered, extending the ‘really’ for extra effect. He laughed at his own joke. “There was a wedding Delirio~ my…my sister’s. And it was beautiful! There was decorations and cake and good food and dancing and an open bar…” Ohm chuckled again, remembering the open bar quite well. An amazing add-on to an already amazing wedding.

              “My sister has incredible taste, Del. It, it was nature-themed! There was lots of flowers and leaves. Trees. And…and it made me realize I want a wedding like that…” And at that moment, Ohm made a mistake. He couldn’t stop his rambling, his mouth wanting to say everything on his mind. His feelings were going a completely different direction now and he felt tears starting to collect in his eyes. “But I don’t think I can! I definitely can’t.”

              Delirious seemed surprised by the mood change. He scrambled to find his words before speaking. “Ohm ca—calm down! I’m sure, I’m sure you’ll have a beau-ti-ful wedding with nice flowers and gifts and food! Don’t cry please!” Ohm shook his head even though he knew Delirious couldn’t see him.

              “Nooo you don’t understand Jon! I’m gay!” Ohm cried out, trying to make a point through his fuzzy mind. But it seemed Delirious wasn’t having it.

              “Uhhh Ohm, we know that already? You told us that like…like last year? And we fully support you and that doesn’t fucking mean, at all, that you can’t have a—”

              “No, no listen. You don’t understand. Jon, I’m gay gay. Like…like I’m gay for someone. But I don’t think he’s gay gay for me? Delirious, Cartoonz doesn’t feel the same way, huh?” he felt the ache in his heart again, letting a few tears slide down his cheeks.

              “Car-cartoonz?” Delirious sputtered. Ohm gave a long sigh.

              “Yeah…Toonzy. He’s funny and genuine and attractive and just gets me, ya know? I just wanna kiss him all the time and cuddle him and…and go on dates with him and touch him and fu—”

              “Jesus Christ.” Delirious breath. “You can’t just…just…hold on. Can you hold on? Hold on a sec, Ohm.” Then Delirious was gone. There was a lot of shuffling and mumbling in the background that he couldn’t understand. But before he could figure out what was going on, Delirious was back.

              “Okay, can you say that again, Ohm?”

              “I wanna fuck Cartoonz!” He declared, hearing more shuffling along with a sharp gasp and ‘not like that!’ protests coming from Del. Maybe, that wasn’t the exact phrase he was looking for. “No, no wait…make love with Cartoonz. Yeah, that. I love Luke. But not like…I love you Delirious but I’m uhhh in love with Luke. For a long time now. He’s, he’s amazing~ And I love spending time with him. But he doesn’t love me…why would he love me…? His insecurities were starting to leak out. Because it’s true. Why would Luke ever like him in a way that was more than a friend?

              “For fucksakes why…look, Ohm, I have a good feeling that Luke loves you back. You’re a great guy, don’t be so down on yourself. He’ll be lucky to have you.”

              Ohm shifted his weight to the side, his voice quieter than before. “How do you know that?”

              “I just have a very, very strong feeling.”

              “But why would he—”

              “Ryan, just please trust me here, okay?” Delirious pleads. He jumps at the sudden name-drop. Jonathon never calls him by his real name. He also never sounded so conclusive before.

              “Okay Jon, I’ll try.” He yawns, finally starting to feel the night catch up with him. But he can’t sleep yet.

              “You should probably go to sleep, man.”

              “But Toonzy…I gotta call…” he yawns again.

              “Tomorrow dude. Better if you’re sober and n-not about to pass out.”

              “But…Yeah…true…I’m sleepy.” Ryan starts to close his eyes as he says those words. He tries to relax through the spinning in his head. It feels like a whole minute has passed of him breathing into the mic and he assumes Delirious already left the call.

              “Good night, Ohm…”

              He barely hears the quiet murmur at the end. Ohm’s interest piqued as it sounds kinda off. It was huskier. Deeper. Ohm almost forgot who he was talking to. But it wasn’t enough to break the tiredness that was closing in on him. Ohm’s body starts to slack, he vaguely feels the thump of his phone as it falls on the bed. His thoughts float in his head, drunk, but specifically drunk on Cartoonz. Memories of hefty laughs, long beards, and southern accents filled his mind before finally settling into sleep.

               The morning after sucked. Ohm groans, finally remembering this being a big reason why he didn’t drink much. This part is utter crap.

              “I hate myself. I fucking hate myself.” Ohm mumbles, covering his arm over his eyes. He forgot to pull his blinds so the sunlight he usually loved to greet was glaring at his mistakes. His head throbbed, noting that he was still in his dress shirt, suit jacket half-on but was pantless somehow. His mouth was dry and tasted like alcohol and regrets. Suddenly, he heard Tiny bark in the livingroom signifying that there was someone in the house. But before Ohm can process if he was getting robbed or not, his gut fails him and he rushes himself to the bathroom.

              “Ohm? You okay in there, bud?” Ohm hears through the knocking on his door and his loud heaving sounds. He recognizes the voice to be Cartoonz and is glad that he decided to give him that extra key.

              “Yeah, I’m just, shit—” another round rises up his throat. Ohm is gripping the toilet bowl for dear life as whatever contents start spilling through. He doesn’t notice Cartoonz next to him until he feels hands on his shoulder, massaging his back sympathetically.

              “Goddamn Ohm, you got absolutely fucked up. I didn’t know you had it in you.”

              “Well, nothing is in me now…” Ohm says weakly. Grabbing a towel to wipe off the excess residue off his mouth. He leans on his bathtub, relieved that he can finally breathe. Cartoonz hands him a water bottle which he gladly used to gargle his mouth with before taking two big gulps.

              “So, what brings you here, Toonzy?” Ohm asks. Though he’s not complaining that he did show up, Ohm knows Luke isn’t the type of guy to come in unannounced.

              “Jonathon texted me this morning. Said your dumb hungover ass needed some assistance, probably. Just think of me as your Alcohol Poisoning Rescue Squad.” He patted the bag he was carrying to capitalize his status. That was probably how he got the water so fast.

              “Now come here, child, and lets get you all cleaned up!” Cartoonz hollered, helping him get up and escorting him to the sink.

              Ohm just rolled his eyes. “We’re practically the same age, Cartoonz.” But Cartoonz ignored him, opting to the kitchen to probably make food. Ohm looked at himself in the mirror, hissing at his reflection. He felt like shit and looked like shit. That was great. He got to work, brushing his teeth and taking a quick shower to scrub off the grime of last night. Once he was washed and changed into fresh clothes, he felt a lot better than before.

              “Pedialyte?” Ohm questioned as he entered the diningroom to find a plate of scrambled eggs waiting for him as well as some pills, a glass of water, and a bottle of Pedialyte.

              “Yeah. Del’s recommendation. I don’t drink much so I can’t say but Del swore by that stuff when he did. Oh, here’s your coffee too, by the way.” Cartoonz places a hot mug beside him, the familiar smell wafting through the air. “Made it how you like it too: disgustingly sweet and undrinkable.” He wrinkles his nose at the thought.

              “No, you’re just a barbarian and drink it straight black. What sane person drinks it straight black?” Ohm retorts, blowing at his drink to cool it down. He will fight for his sweet-tasting coffee to the death.

              “Agree to disagree.” Cartoonz huffs, settling in the chair next to him with his own plate and cup. They ate their food in comfortable silence. Cartoonz hummed and scrolled through his phone while Ohm picked at his eggs. He tried to recall what he did last night, memories of bouquets and shots filled his mind. Then he got home (somehow) and wobbled to his bed. He texted people, he thinks, and he hopes to god that it was nothing too embarrassing. And then he remembers he was talking to someone…didn’t he call Delirious?

              Ohm dropped his fork in realization. He did. He admitted his crush to Delirious. And Delirious sent Cartoonz over here. What in the heck…

              “You okay there, Ohm?” Cartoonz asked. Ohm didn’t realize he was staring at him. He picked up his fork and cleared his throat.

              “Yeah, I’m fine Toonzy. Just thinking through this headache, no worries.” Despite the reassurance, Cartoonz arches his eyebrow.

              “Are you sure…? I mean, there’s just something that’s been bugging me and I really should ask.” Cartoonz sighs, setting his phone down on the table. “Ryan, you don’t usually drink, especially get wasted, is there something wrong? And don’t tell me that ‘it was a wedding’ shit. ‘Cause we’ve been to plenty of parties before and you never had more than a bottle or two. You even told me it just wasn’t your scene. You can tell me if there’s something wrong.”

              Ohm couldn’t help his stomach fluttering a bit at Cartoonz’s concern. Any delicate attention Luke gave him made it flutter and this time, despite being hungover, made no difference. Of course, Luke was the one to spot the slight intention of his actions. That his night of binge drinking wasn’t just from the atmosphere of celebration. Luke knew him well, Luke could read him. Another reason why he was so in love with the damn guy.

              Ohm groaned, wondering how he was gonna tell the truth but not at the same time. He wasn’t gonna lie but he was also not gonna confess. Sober him was still unsure about Delirious’ observation last night. He wanted to trust him but he needed time to think about it, digest it, and besides, he didn’t feel well enough to try anyways.

              “No? Yes? I-I don’t know Cartoonz. I guess, I just got carried away and lost it.” Ohm sighs, pushing his hair back and leaning back on his chair. “The first drink was out of courtesy. The second drink was with peers. The third drink was because of the YouTube algorithm and the rest after that was…” Ohm closed his eyes, thinking about the pain in his chest at the wedding, a pain that was too familiar in his life. “…was my stupidness, honestly. I was being stupid. I love my sister, Toonz, don’t get me wrong. I’m happy for her and her husband. I cried at the ceremony. But…but she’s my younger sister, Toonz. By a good chunk too and, I don’t know. I couldn’t help but feel so jealous and, and lonely and—” wanting you. Ohm shook his head, feeling a wave of nausea when doing so, pushing it down along with his heartbroken feelings. It was hard being so in love when he knew he wasn’t suppose to be. He wanted what his sister had at that moment, to love who his heart desired freely. But he was too much of a coward and so drank way more than he should’ve to forget the fact.

              “I have a good feeling that Luke loves you back.” Delirious’ voice echoes in his mind. But that’s impossible.

              Suddenly, Ohm’s hands are being grabbed and placed on Luke’s lap. His eyes are sad looking at Ohm’s but they weren’t filled with pity like Ohm expected. They were filled with something soft that he couldn’t pin point.

              “I’m so sorry, Ohm. I wish you didn’t feel that way. But I get it. I fucking get that feeling. You have no idea. And it sucks. I even thought I was just going to live with the feeling, get use to it. Just for the sake of it.” Cartoonz’s thumb started rubbing the side of his hand, obviously nervous about the next thing he was about to say. He brought their hands closer so they laid on the base of Cartoonz’s chest. Ohm was a little surprised by the gesture. He could feel the man’s rapid pulse beating under his palms. “But that changed, I think. I hope it changed. I feel like I have a chance now when a little drunk bunny called last night…” Cartoonz smirked at Ohm’s confused look while he ransacked his memories. He didn’t call him and just didn’t remember, did he?

              “What do you mean by…”

              “…while I was in a certain idiot’s livingroom…”

              “No. He didn’t. He—”

              “…and was put on speaker phone…”

              “I’m gonna fucking kill him.” Ohm proposed, feeling the vibration of Cartoonz’s chuckle. His face was hot from embarrassment and shame. But soon was hot from something else.

              “I love you too, Ryan. So fucking much it’s ridiculous. I thought I was saving our friendship by not telling you. I didn’t think we could be more than that and, god, I’m really hoping that what you said last night wasn’t just some drunken dare. Because I don’t think I can handle it if it was just some joke.”

              Ohm shakes his head and pulls his hands back along with Luke’s. He presses Luke’s knuckles against his lips, letting it linger before speaking.

              “I meant every word of it. There’s no joke. I’ll even say it again sober: I’m in love with you Luke for who knows how long and…I want the chance to show you that.”

              Ohm couldn’t believe this was happening. It was surreal how fast it happened, how random it was. He couldn’t breathe but at the same time his lungs never felt so free. He wrapped himself around Luke’s neck, leaning in closer to kiss the lips he’s only dreamt about, but when said man pushes him away with a grin on his face, Ohm couldn’t help but question what was going on.

              “Look, Ohm, I love you and all and god do I want you, but I just watched you throw up buckets of puke a second ago. I am NOT kissing you right now.”

              “But, but I brushed and rinsed Toonzy! Twice!” Ohm pouted, crossing his arms at the rejection.

              “Nope, still disgusting. Not happening.” He patted Ohm’s head.

              “That’s rude, Toonzy. That was like the perfect fanfic moment, I’ll have you know.” Cartoonz just shrugged.

              “What about take me on a date and then we’ll see about the kissing.”

              “Oh. There’ll definitely be kissing.” Ohm said, lowering his voice so it was smooth as velvet. Ohm hummed in success when he caught Cartoonz biting his lip.

              “Okay, Ohm, can you stop being a creep and eat your goddamn eggs.” Ohm reached out, however, not wanting the moment to end just yet.

              “Wait, what time are you free? To take you out, I mean.”

              “Does tomorrow sound fine? I have to do some recording with Del in the morning but I can catch dinner.” Ohm scanned his schedule in his head, happy he was due to record in the afternoon.

              “That’s perfect.”

              “You’re perfect.” Cartoonz said, giving a quick peck on his forehead. Ohm sighed into the kiss, leaning his head on his shoulder to try to engulf himself in Cartooonz’s embrace. He wanted as much of him as he can get. He needed to catch up somehow.

              “You know, I can’t be mad at Delirious if this is the result. I know his intentions were good and he knew we just needed a catalyst but I still want to kinda punch him in the face, ya know? Maybe just the shoulder. But only just a tiny little bit.”

              “Oh, I’m way ahead of you. No one breaks your trust on my watch.” Cartoonz takes out his phone to show him a picture of a sleeping Delirious. In it, Delirious seems to be cuddling an owl-shaped Teddy Bear that Ohm recognizes as the birthday gift Vanoss gave to him a couple years back. Ohm notices that the picture was from a message thread between Cartoonz and Vanoss himself with a caption that said: He sleeps like this every night. Take this as you will.

              Ohm cracks up, shaking his head in disbelief. “That’s amazing but savage. They’re both going to have a heart attack. You’re unbelievable.”

              “But you love me.” Cartoonz says, lacing their fingers together.

              “Yes, I do. And you love me?”

              “Yes, I absolutely do.”

#banana writes #banana bus squad #ohmtoonz #was not suppose to get this long but i got carried away lol #fun fact: based on my best friend who gets really loving when shes drunk #and then starts calling everyone shes knows #i get drunk love texts from her when im not with her lol #i love you all that read

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boats and birds

A/N: So I couldn’t not write this after watching Episode 45. I just couldn’t shake the idea of Molly joining Twiggy in the rigging and so this happened? Doesn’t really have much to do with the original idea anymore, but that’s beside the point! I hope you enjoy my first attempt at writing critical role fanfic. : D (Oh, also - the title comes from the song “Boats and Birds” by Gregory and the Hawk. It weirdly reminds me a lot of widomauk? Not sure why, but there you have it.)

Summary: Molly enjoys acrobatics but doesn’t excel at them, Caleb’s sense of humour is called into question, and Twiggy has a knack for causing cute moments even when she isn’t directly involved.

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The sunlight is warm against his skin as Molly hangs upside down from the rigging that goes up to the crow’s nest, drifting in a lazy circle. It’d be an easy enough task to unhook his foot from the rope he has it coiled in and give a quick flip to stick the landing, but there’s something oddly comforting about hanging upside down like this. It reminds him of the circus, and of the Knot Sisters dangling and contorting themselves every night as part of their act. They’d been two of the grumpiest people he’d ever known, prior to meeting Beauregard. He wonders how they’re doing.

“Hey Molly!” Jester’s voice rings out from above him, and he glances up – down? – to look at her. She’s leaning over the edge of the crow’s nest, grinning ear to ear. “Why are you just hanging there? Are you stuck again?”

“Never,” Molly calls back, and kicks himself free. It takes a few attempts and he ends up flailing gracelessly for a moment before he catches himself on a rope and scrambles back up to join Jester. Propping his chin on his hands, he tangles a leg around the posts of the nest and grins at her. “Did you need something, darling?”

“Noooooo, not really,” Jester singsongs in her familiar, slightly childish way. “Twiggy’s been talking to Caleb forever though and playing with Frumpkin and it’s boring up here without people to talk to.” She leans in closer to him. “Actually, though, were you stuck just now? Because you looked kind of stuck and you were flopping a bit – you know, like Nott did that one time when she fell in the water she was walking on because she tripped on a rock?”

Molly smothers his grin and glances around before leaning in conspiratorially. “Can you keep a secret?”

“Yes, of course. I’m like, the best secret-keeper of all time. Well, I’ll probably tell the Traveler, but he’s always here so he’s gonna know anyway.”

“Alright then. Truth is….I really wasn’t stuck.” Molly grins and taps Jester on the nose, then steps back off the nest and catches himself, swinging from the ropes again.

Above him, Jester is looking down with her eyes scrunched up at the corners. “You were too. Just a little.”

“Maybe a little,” Molly concedes. “But I have to have an off-day every now and then, otherwise Nott might get jealous and then where would we be? I mean, look at this.” He lets himself relax, his legs slipping from the coils of rope. He means to fall a bit, to catch himself and swing around gracefully in some dramatic and appropriately glorious echo of Twiggy’s earlier descent. Instead, a wind picks up at the exact moment he lets go, blowing the ropes out of reach so that suddenly he’s in free fall. He curses, scrambling for a hold to avoid taking the full brunt of the sudden stop at the bottom and manages to grab a rope just tightly enough to almost dislocate his shoulder before he loses his grip again and crashes the rest of the way to the deck below.

For a moment, the wind is knocked out of him with such force that it’s all he can do to blink at the sky like an idiot. He doesn’t feel terribly injured, but he can already tell that his back and tailbone both are going to be one enormous bruise for a few days. Jester calls something he can’t make out, and he waits for the static to clear.

It’s then that Beau appears over him, her arms crossed and an eyebrow raised. “Wow. Was this how your audition for the acrobatics act at the circus went too? Think I get why they had you telling fortunes and spreading bullshit now.”

“Fuck you, Beau.”

“Fuck you too, Molly,” Beau says, and pulls him to his feet. “Anything broken?”

Molly blinks the last of the stars out of his eyes and twists gingerly. “Nothing at all.”

“Yeah, I figured. I mean, it’s not like you had pride to injure, right?”

Molly opens his mouth to reply, but is cut off by the sound of applause. He looks up to see Jester  cheering, her voice magnified by the familiar thaumaturgy spell. “That was a really great fall, Molly! I’m really impressed!”

Molly gives a little bow and turns his wince into a smile. “Thank you, thank you. I’ve been practising. I’m glad it’s working in my favour.”

“Keep practising,” Beau advises, then claps Molly on his now-injured shoulder and walks away. He’s still rubbing at it ruefully and wondering how to best get her back for that when Twiggy runs past him, a grime coloured blur chasing after Frumpkin. Molly scans the deck for Caleb, then blinks.

The wizard is sitting cross legged on the deck, a spell book lying open in front of him and Twiggy’s Happy Fun Ball in his lap. Because Molly is an idiot and likes to pretend that he has a chance of breaking through the ten layers of trauma Caleb wears like a second skin to find the person underneath and convince him he’s worth something, he takes a minute to appreciate the view. Caleb’s shirt is unbuttoned at the neck, his sleeves rolled up to where the bandages on his arms stop, and as he ducks his head the sun glints copper off his hair.

He’s bloody beautiful, dirt and all. He’s also beet red, his cheeks stained with a particular shade of cherry that Molly hasn’t seen since Nott alerted them all to his “heart condition.” Before he can think better of the idea, Molly’s already walking closer, his pain forgotten and a grin on his face. “Mister Caleb?”

Caleb’s head shoots up, and though Molly hadn’t been certain such a thing was possible his flush seems to deepen as he clears his throat. “Mister Mollymauk. Do you need something?”

“Not at all. Do you?”

“I…No? Why do you ask?”

“Your face is all red. I was wondering if the heat was getting to you.” Molly plops down to sprawl in front of Caleb and leans forward onto his elbows. “You know, I hear a glass of water is great for that. Mug of ale, maybe.”

“I’m fine, thank you.” Caleb looks away and clears his throat.

“I thought you were Caleb?”

That earns him a vaguely disappointed look. “That was a terrible joke, Mollymauk.”

“It was worth a try.” Molly inches forward a bit, close enough that Caleb has to move the spellbook slightly to keep him from laying on it. “You know, I’m not sure you get to be the judge on jokes anymore, Mister Caleb. Twiggy didn’t even get a chuckle out of you earlier.”

“I am not a happy guy,” Caleb says, with a shrug and the exact same intonation he’d used before.

“Who says you have to be happy to laugh? A joke’s still a joke, and if it’s funny that’s just how it is. Don’t tell me Zemnians don’t believe in jokes.”

“Of course we have jokes.”

Molly raises an eyebrow. “Oh? Tell me one, then. I’m all ears.”

“They are not funny if you are not Zemnian.”

“Nonsense,” Molly says and waves a hand. “The only jokes that aren’t funny are puns in a language you don’t speak. Try me.”

Caleb gives him a long, steady look that Molly returns with a shameless grin. Nearly a minute passes before Caleb finally gives a begrudging, exhausted sigh. “Fine, yes. One joke. But then you let me work on this puzzle ball for a minute, ja? It is very arcane and interesting and I’m not certain if our friend will let me keep it when we part ways.”

Molly crosses his heart and grins. “Scout’s honour.”

“I very much doubt you were a scout, but I will hold you to that. Alright. Don’t say I did not warn you.” Caleb sighs again, his eyes drifting to some point in the distance. “Can a kangaroo jump higher than a house?”

“I don’t know, can it?”

“Ja, of course. A house cannot jump. Ha-ha, very funny, right?” Caleb looks down at Molly and shrugs just barely. “I told you, it isn’t funny unless you are Zemnian.”

He’s right. The joke isn’t all that funny. But there’s something about Caleb’s deadpan delivery, the circumstance, the colouring still fading from Caleb’s cheeks that it all catches Molly in just the right nonsensical combination that he laughs anyway, the reaction pulled from him without his permission. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see the confusion on the wizard’s face, the way his brow furrows and the corner of his lip twitches up slightly, and the sight makes Molly even giddier because he’s not convinced he’s ever seen Caleb smile at anything but a bookshop and the fact that he’s doing so even vaguely now isn’t much, but it damn well is something.

“This is not the reaction I was expecting,” Caleb mutters, so quiet Molly almost misses it.

He dashes the tears of laughter out of the corner of his eye. “That was awful. I loved it. Got any more like that?”

“Ja, probably. I would have to think on it a bit first, but I am sure I could remember some. First, I would really like to work out this puzzle, though-”

“Right, the Happy Fun Ball. We had a deal.” The last bits of laughter fading, Molly straightens up into a sitting position. “I’m nothing if not honest, but I hope you know I’ll be bugging you soon for more terrible jokes.”

For a moment, Caleb looks even more confused than before. Then he nods, just barely. “Ja, alright. I will try to remember some more.”

“Good.” Molly pushes himself to his feet and looks down at Caleb, his hair still copper in the sunlight. “You know, I’m gonna go tell that one to Twiggy and Nott. Maybe they can surprise you with it if one of them tries to cast that spell on you again.”

Caleb glances up, his eyebrows furrowed. “And what would be the purpose of that?”

“Because maybe it’ll actually get you to laugh. I’d like to see that sometime.” Molly grins at the surprised look on Caleb’s face, reveling in it in the brief moment he has before it registers what exactly he’s just said, then reaches out to ruffle his hair as he passes. “Happy studies, Mr. Caleb,” he calls over his shoulder, and wonders if he imagined the way that Caleb’s cheeks flushed red again.

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[paradisobound]

I Want It, I Got It: Chapter 5

Summary: Phil Lester was a worker for the BBC in London. Working in the advertising department, he was content being alongside his friend and fellow coworker PJ during every shift. However, the BBC is temporarily being used as a film set for a new movie staring Hollywood ‘It’ star, Daniel Howell. Being stuck as an extra on the set, Phil finds it’s hard to ignore the famous star. And maybe, just maybe, Dan finds it hard to ignore Phil as well.

Word Count:  2k (this chapter)

Warnings: Occasional swearing

Rating: Mature (for right now)

Updates will be every Wednesday and every Sunday

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“Aren’t you the least bit nervous?” PJ commented the next day as they walked with Spike in the local park near Phil’s flat.

Dinner the night before had mostly consisted of both Sophie and PJ telling Phil about where he should take Dan around London and so he came up with a comprehensive list saved on his phone. But he still had many worries fueling his brain.

Like what if this was all a mistake? Daniel was a famous celebrities and surely he really didn’t want some pleb like Phil taking him around London. But on top of that, won’t people see them? Won’t this cause some big news scene?

He didn’t really want to do that.

There was a lot of weight on this line and he had to admit that it made him slightly nervous.

“No,” Phil answers eventually, “I am. I’m incredibly nervous.”

“Have you two messaged since last night?”

Phil shook his head. He hadn’t even replied to Daniel last night after he had messaged him last night. He probably should have. He internally winced. Did he already fuck this all up because he didn’t reply to him? He hoped not.

“You’re over thinking already.” PJ commented just as Spike tugged at his leash and Phil looked to see what the pup was doing. He just saw a squirrel and was hoping to chase it but he held the little guy back.

“Well, I didn’t reply back to him. Do you think I could have messed his up already?”

Pj stopped on the path and turned to him, hands in his coat pocket. “You’re really asking me this, Phil? Less than a week ago, you were telling Gemma off about fantasizing about the hunky lad and now look at you. You’re head over heels for the bloke.”

“I’m not head over heels for him.”

Pj cocked his eyebrow. “Really? You’re really saying that right now?”

Phil blushed and continued moving in the direction Spike was pulling him. “Well, he’s seems not to be a bad guy.”

“So you take back what you said before about him being pretentious and rude?”

Phil scoffed. “Well no. I don’t even know him yet.”

“But you know he’s not, though? Or else he wouldn’t have already slid into your dm’s.”

“He didn’t slide into my dm’s.” Phil laughed. “He just messaged me asking for a favor.”

“Oh, and I’m sure that’s what Nick Jonas did with Priyanka Chopra as well.”

“Shut up.” Phil laughed, hitting PJ gently on the side. “This is all a bit ridiculous, isn’t it? Like this feels like we’ve entered an alternate timeline―a whole new dimension.”

“Maybe we did.” PJ commented with a shrug. “But Spike over there is doing his business and I’m sure that we can’t launch that into another dimension.”

Phil rolled his eyes and walked over to Spike, pulling the bags out of his pocket.

Maybe they did fall into a wormhole and enter a new timeline. It sure did feel like it.

He, PJ, and Spike all left the park a short time later. PJ said he was heading back to his flat for the afternoon to work on a BBC assignment he was behind on and Phil figured he might as well get a jumpstart on his next one as well. The BBC had made it clear in yet another email this morning that Phil was not off the hook despite having to reappear to the building.

When he got back to his flat, he let Spike off from his leash and allowed for him to run off to his bed to sleep. He then set down with his laptop on his couch and opened up Illustrator to begin his next assignment. He was to create a new promo poster for the BBC radio one show and since he particularly liked that show, he really wanted to put time into it.

He slowly began to piece together shapes and colors when his phone vibrated against his side and he picked it up out of instinct. On his screen, he had a new Instagram message again. Without even unlocking his phone, he knew already they were from Daniel.

danielhowell: hello its me again! My manager gave me the go ahead to go out in London next Tuesday so are you free then? My bodyguard Joshua will be with us but i promise he’s a soft teddy bear.

danielhowell: I know i said this already but i do appreciate it! I like being able to go out and do normal things but its hard, ya know?

amazingphil: It’s no problem! I don’t mind showing you around London. There is a lot we can do.

danielhowell: I hear! I hope you don’t mind that we’re probs going to be bombarded by people all day. I feel like I should apologize for that in advance...but it kind of comes with the package―me.

danielhowell; that last part wasn’t as funny as i was expecting it to be. I’m sorry lol

Phil had to admit that he snickered. But he still was in complete disbelief that he was messaging back and forth with Daniel Howell.

amazingphil: I kind of figured. I saw some of the speculation on Twitter already.

danielhowell: Ugh I’m sorry. My fans are always speculating about me. It sucks but there is not much i can really do. I’m glad for them and i appreciate them because i wouldn’t be here without them but they can be a pain.

danielhowell: that being said i can tell them to leave you be? I mean, they probably wont listen but it is worth a little bit of a shot?

Phil bit his lip. He couldn’t ask that of Daniel already when there is nothing between them. They’re just talking about London and about Phil showing him around London. That’s all.

amazingphil: I couldn’t ask that of you. They’re not bothering me directly.

danielhowell: well if they ever do, please let me know!

danielhowell: I really mean it. They can be...a lot.

amazingphil: I’m sure i can handle them if need be.

danielhowell: okay mate but don’t say i didn’t warn you

danielhowell: oh, by the way, can we meet somewhere discreet? I want to keep my day as low key as possible and i don’t want fans to follow me to meet you. Do you have any suggestions?

Here was the thing. Phil didn’t know of many locations where any meeting or any sort was going to be discreet. Everything was pretty much out in the open around London unless you were in one of the back alleys where you could be shanked.

amazingphil: sorry, not really. We could meet at the BBC early on? I have a pass to get in so we can meet in there first?

danielhowell: okay. Fingers crossed I don’t get plowed over by fans before then.

amazingphil: #prayfordaniel

#prayfordaniel?? Phil inwardly groaned and covered his face in shame. That was the dumbest thing he could have sent someone like Daniel and now he’d sent it and Dan’s already read it.

He covers his eyes when his phone vibrates again for another message.

danielhowell: not sure that’ll work but it might worry the shit out of my fans lol

Phil found himself smiling really wide. This was nice. In a way, it almost felt like he might have a budding friendship with Daniel. Of course that was probably super silly but there was some place deep inside of himself that gave him hope.

Dan’s next message widened that place.

danielhowell: can i just say another thank you for treating me like a human? I’ve tried talking to other people before and they all freak out or begin to obsessively fangirl and ngl, it gets tiring. really tiring. So i really appreciate this, Phil. it means a lot.

amazingphil: of course, Dan. Why would i treat you any differently?

danielhowell: :)

They stopped messaging not long after which made Phil feel a tad bit sad but he had a feeling this wasn’t going to be the last time he and Dan talk before Tuesday.

He worked on a big portion of the BBC radio one advertisement and then he put his laptop on the charger to take Spike out for the bathroom and then order dinner from the local Domino’s.

By that evening, Phil had settled into bed in a peaceful food coma and was scrolling through his social media feeds again. Dan had posted some tweets in replies to some fans and he wasn’t trending anymore despite trending the entire week for filming and being on set.

But as he went through all of Dan’s tweets, he realized that he actually didn’t know hardly anything about Dan and he should probably look up some information before he meets him and makes a complete fool of himself.

He googles Dan’s name and unsurprisingly, his name comes up automatically with a ton of tabloid reports.

Daniel Howell’s new beau??

Daniel Howell on set in London! Catch the behind the scenes.

Is Daniel Howell filming in London? We have the inside scoop.

Phil found them all laughable and all totally exactly what tabloid magazines do.

He clicked on Dan’s Wikipedia page and decided to skim through it.

“Daniel James Howell, formally known as just Daniel “Dan” Howell, is a Hollywood actor, two time Oscar winner, and four time Emmy Award winner. Howell is best known for his portrayal as Romeo in the 2014 remake of the classic Shakespearean play Romeo and Juliet alongside Jennifer Douglas which earned him his two Emmy’s. His career took off after his role was heavily accepted by critics across all boards, some even naming him the newest A-List star in Hollwood. Since 2014, Howell has worked starred in many new movies such as “One for the Road”, a coming of age story about a group of teenagers in America which earned his first Oscar, and “The Year of Us”, the star studded adaptation of the widely acclaimed novel by Stephanie Barry, which earned him his second Oscar.”

Phil finished that section and sat back. Wow. So Dan has been a popular celebrity for a while. He knew that. He remember how everyone hyped his role for Romeo and Juliet, calling him the next best Romeo after Leo DiCaprio.

But he honestly never paid any other attention to who Dan was or how he gained his stardom so fast.

“Personal Life: Daniel Howell was born on June 11th, 1991 in the small town of Wokingham in the United Kingdom to parents Karen and Joseph Howell. He has a younger brother named Adrian who is a popular YouTuber influencer. Howell began his acting career at just the age of five when he was casted in a production of Les Miserables in his community. After his success in acting, over the course of his youth, his family moved to Los Angeles, California, in hopes of him to gain stardom. Howell starred in his first Hollywood film at the age of 16 but would not become known for his roles until the age of 23.”

Phil thought back to what he was doing at twenty three. Definitely not gaining any stardom, that’s for sure. He was just sitting in Manchester, trying to make ends meet with a crappy job at Starbucks.

“In June of 2014, one year after gaining his fame, Howell announced his battles with anxiety and depression in hopes to become an ambassador for his younger fans. He is an advocate for mental health and the ability for everyone out there to have access to a health care system that will help anyone who is struggling like he was.

In September of 2017, Howell announced that he was bisexual and dating fellow costar Kellen Queen. After less than a year of dating, Howell and Queen announced on social media that they were no longer together. Howell has not been reported to have dated since but Queen is now dating his fellow “Timeless” co-star Helen O’Reilly.”

Phil sat back and processed the information. If he thought back to it, he could vaguely recall the entire break up happening. He remembers the tabloids and the social media frenzy but he never kept up with celebrity news enough to really know what was going on.

But to see where Daniel had come out as bisexual was a lot. Mostly because Phil himself was gay. He tended to keep his romantic life quiet but for some reason, he kind of hoped that Dan would ask him about his sexual orientation so they can have something to talk about.

There was one thing Phil didn’t mind and that was openly talking about his attraction to other men.

He closed out of Wikipedia, deciding he had read enough, and shut off his light. Spike has crawled in beside him sometime while he was reading on wikipedia and now he was curled in his side.

He fell asleep relatively fast, dreaming about Tuesday with Daniel.

#phan #phanfic #phanfiction #au #famous!dan #moviestar!dan #normal!phil #princesslexi763fics

[lichbarry]

11, 18, 30, and 46 for the fandom asks!

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11. Who is your current OTP?

Aw fuck. Aw shit balls. I don’t….. my current OTP actually isn’t canon. It’s with a canon character and a friend’s OC. So I can’t really talk about it at length. But as far as canon CR OTP’s go (since lbr CR is my main fandom rn) I’m gonna say Blue ReanBeau (Jester/Beau/Reani). It was Fjord/Jester for a while but now my fifth eye has been opened to the truth. 

EDIT: My TAZ otp is Edward/Brian (the wizard, not the spider). This is also because of rp. No you cannot change my mind but I WILL change yours. 

18. What ship have you written the most about?

Again, it’s technically the canon character/OC one, since we’ve rp’d it privately. As far as published works, it’s actually a 3-way tie between Blupjeans, Remus/Tonks from Harry Potter, and Pierre/Helene from War & Peace/Great Comet of 1812. I’m all over the place.

30. What inspires you to write?

Music, usually. I always always always need songs to get me in the mood. I have two songfics, neither of which are very good (though Almost (Sweet Music) is decent and the only one of the two you should read). Besides songs, it’s usually comments from friends (or strangers!) about what they like/what they want to see. For example, my friend and idol @tflatte tagged me in some post that I think was a fic rec post recommending one of my Vogue Elf fics, and that was enough to inspire me to pump out another one after about a year of published hiatus. Then of course there are things like participating in Secret Santas (Sweater Weather, Two Turtledoves, and Growing Pains were all Secret Santas), round robins (The Red Umbrella Speakeasy, may it rest in peace), and crossover or rarepair ideas (How To Rule An Island, We Three with KravKeetz as a Ship, my Jester/Mollymauk idea that never went anywhere). I’m going on for a WHILE but it’s just a lot of different things.

46. If someone was to read one of your fanfics, which fic would you recommend to them and why?

H. Well. It depends on what fandom you’re in, cause I’m not gonna recommend a Wanda/Vision fic if you’re here for the DnD, y’know. 

Assuming you ARE here for the DnD, Bork Me To The Moon is so cute and under-appreciated and I know it’s silly but I really love it. It’s basically a short OC-centric example about what incident lead to there being no dogs allowed on the B.O.B. moonbase. 

There’s also all of With Those We Love Alive, which is just a modern TAZ AU that has fics with multiple different focuses. 

If you’re into Harry Potter, I’d suggest you read Growing Pains. It’s not a fun read, but it’s based entirely off of my personal experiences with chronic illness and inspects Remus’s feelings about his condition as he ages. 

All my other decent fics are linked in this post anyway so I’ll let y’all look if you want to lol. Be aware that some of my fics are more just…. essays. I really like to write essays and character studies and pretend like it’s a fic. That’s what both of the Great Comet ones are. 

(Here’s my profile if you want to scroll through on your own. Quality and canon-continuity generally gets worse the further back you go but I kinda plateaued between 2016-2018 so. Do with it what you will)

#jesperr-fahey #thanks for asking!!! #nice url btw lol #is this ask alone enough to get me to start publishing again? #we'll see

[erikismybitch]

Snow Ball Part 3

Erik x Reader

Warnings: Smut, Cursing, Violence

Word Count: 2,869

Summary: A group of friends go on their annual couples trip but this time Y/N goes solo. Her ex shows up with his new girlfriend. What happens when old feelings and emotions come forward….

Part 1 https://erikismybitch.tumblr.com/post/172336070953/snow-ball

Part 2 https://erikismybitch.tumblr.com/post/172441686753/snow-ball-part-2

“Erik wake up” Y/N caressed his face, she knew he slept light and just the sound of her voice could wake him up. He responded with a slow “Huh?”  His eyes were still closed. “Lets go upstairs, somebody made breakfast”

“Just go without me, I’m still tired” his deep morning voice peaked out.

Unexpectedly they heard footsteps rushing downstairs towards the room. Y/N looked over at Erik, who was the least bit worried about someone catching them together . Y/N on the other hand, wasn’t quite ready to be exposed. Luckily for her, It was just Nicki. She didn’t knock, she just opened the door. Nicki was surprised to say the least. She knew Y/N and Erik messed around, but she didn’t know it had gone this far.

“Erik, you need to get out of here right now” Nicki whispered. Only it wasn’t demanding, It was a warning.

“Why?” Y/N asked Nicki.

Nicki’s brows curled in curiosity, she observed the room. “Does this have anything to do with why Jessica left last night?”

“What about Jessica, why does he need to leave. Whats going on Nicki?” Y/N was growing impatient now.

“Que just called me, he said you weren’t picking up your phone”

Erik sucked his teeth “That’s what the fuck you rushed in here for?” He asked.

“No idiot, he told me that he was close”

“Close to what?” Y/N and Erik both said at the same time.

“Close, as in he’s a couple minutes away from here!” Nicki yelled.

“Oh shit!” Y/N panicked. She grabbed her phone off the night stand. Que had called and messaged her numerous times. She powered her phone off. “If he ask’s, I’m just gonna tell him that my phone is broken”

“Fuck him” Erik mumbled. Nicki decided to wash her hands with the situation and go back upstairs. “You and I are back together, ain’t no more Que”

“Its not that simple Erik, I need to tell him in my own way. Not with you laying half naked in my bed”

Y/N told Erik that she wanted to finish this trip, and as soon as she and Que went home she would break up with him. Erik was not here for that plan. He wanted things to happen fast, but out of respect for Y/N he would wait. He left the room, but not before a quick kiss and some ass grabbing.

Breakfast was quiet, not purposely. It just that Nicki, Y/N and Erik were exceptionally quiet at the table. Noelle decided to break the silence, she was over it.

“So... What happened last night?”

Y/N started to choke on her pancakes. She took a sip of orange juice and responded “What are you talking about?” She questioned.

“Jessica left last night, she woke everybody up with all of her shuffling. She had a cab outside waiting; Said she was going to stay at a hotel”

“Oh... that” was all Y/N managed to let out. This was news to her.

“What would make her just leave like that?” Noelle questioned. Y/N looked to her beau for help.

“We got into an argument, she left on her own will”

Last night, before Erik and Jessica crept into Y/N’s bed, they had a conversation. One that Jessica wasn’t prepared for. Erik sincerely apologized about the situation he put her in. Then he told her that he couldn’t fight his feelings and was leaving her for Y/N. After she cried, he told her that he would pay for a hotel and her plane trip home. He knew that he seemed harsh, but it would have just gotten worse if he continued to lead her on. Besides, each time he looked at Y/N’s beautiful face, Jessica’s feelings weren’t worth it any longer.

There was a knock at the door.

“Thats Que, I’ll get it” Y/N briskly wiped her face and made her way to the door. As soon as the door opened, she saw the anger in his face. “Before you say anything, my phone is broken” Y/N said, she gave him a kiss and a hug.

“Why couldn’t you call me on somebody else’s phone?” He snapped at her, but she was too quick in her thinking.

“I know babe... I just... I was so mad about you not being here with me, so I didn’t want to talk to you”

“I’m sorry, but I’m here now” Que instantly felt guilty for letting his girlfriend take this trip alone. He had missed her terribly while she was away.

“I know baby” She kissed him again. He left his bags near the door, Y/N offered to show him their room after breakfast. She lead him to the table. As soon at Erik spotted Que he excused himself. He went up to his room with no interest in meeting Que. In His eyes, he was public enemy number one. Que took the empty seat next to Y/N, she made him a plate. He knew everyone around the table, so he needed no introduction.

“So what have you guys been doing here?” Que asked, taking a bite of his bacon.

“We drank, ate, yesterday we went skiing” Y/N answered.

“And Y/N has been walking around here missing you, all she kept talking about was how much she wished you were here” Nicki chimed in, gently kicking Y/N’s foot under the table.

“Ugh, Nicki don’t tell him that” She laughed and kicked her back.

“I know my baby missed me, I know it was hard” Que leaned over and kissed her on her cheek, she pretended to be smitten.

After breakfast Y/N showed que to their room. Just as she though, he complained about how old everything looked. She ignored his critiques and told him that she needed to shower. He took it upon himself to join her. Every time he tried to touch her, she would stiffen. He thought she was still mad at him for not being there, so he let it go. Little did he know, she just wanted to wash Erik and Jessica’s saliva and sweat off her body. When they were done, Que got dressed faster than her and decided to go upstairs. Y/N stayed behind and flat ironed her hair.

Que spotted the men outside on the deck engaging in conversation, so he joined them. He found himself in an empty chair right across from Erik. He held a blunt to his lips, inhaling and passing it to Brandon. “You smoke, bruh?” Erik asked him, blowing smoke in Que’s direction. He looked down towards Que’s shoes, Old ass shoes, she’s really dating this clown? He thought, then laughed a little.

“No, I don’t smoke” Que replied.

“Really? Cause I know Y/N smokes” Erik said. Brandon’s eyes shot towards Que, he couldn’t wait to see this unfold. Chad just pulled his phone out and pretended to be more interested in something else.

“I don’t believe she does”

“You sure about that? I know she did when she was with me” Erik said. Suddenly Chad wasn’t into his phone anymore.

“I’m sorry, who are you?” Que asked, he didn’t appreciate Erik’s hostility towards him. He didn’t even know this man.

‘Wait, you don’t know Erik?” Brandon geared his question towards Que, to him, this just got even more interesting.

“Erik? Are you Erik the ex?” Que came to a realization.

“Nah, I’m Erik. Thee ex” He laughed and took the blunt from Brandon.

Que’s mind was spinning. Y/N had been there without him, but in the company of her ex boyfriend for three days. Que didn’t see anymore women around, so he obviously came alone. He had trust in Y/N, but he didn’t trust this Erik guy at all. Who knows the things he could have said or tried to do to Y/N while she was alone.

“You got a problem with me?” Que’s nostrils flared, he was not about to get punked by his girlfriends ex. Chad decided to bud in. He didn’t know Que too well, but he did know that Erik was crazy and loved to fight. Especially over Y/N.

“Chill out you guys, we only have one more day. After that, you guys will never see each other again” Chad pleaded

“You right, I apologize man” Que said, gearing the apology to Chad. Erik said nothing.

The men began to talk about sports, football to be exact. They were sharing their predictions for next years Super Bowl. Brandon was going of about his favorite team and why they had been loosing. Erik didn’t care about any of that. His focus drifted towards the house. He looked through the glass windows at Y/N. She had just joined the women in the kitchen. He noticed that her hair was different, it was straight. She brushed it behind her ears, exposing her beautiful face. Y/N caught him staring and winked. That was all the confirmation he needed. She was still in this with him.

“What do you think they’re talking about outside?” Y/N asked the girls.

“I don’t know, Erik is sort of single now. So he’s probably challenging Que to a duel so he can win you back” Noelle joked, they all laughed at her.

Y/N wanted so badly to tell Noelle everything, but she didn’t trust her with those kinds of secrets . The group lounged around the house that day. Until it was time for their last dinner . They all huddled inside of Chads Truck and drove to the restaurant . It was a fine dining restaurant with a specific menu and dress code. They all looked amazing. Especially Y/N who stood out in her fur coat and tight nude dress. Erik wanted to do nothing more but sneak her off into the bathroom, raise up her dress and fuck her senseless .

“This place is really nice”  Y/N said to herself . She was no stranger to fine dining, Que took her to places like this often . Y/N preferred big meals that could get her full. Places like this, served small courses . She’d probably be hungry again later tonight. Her eyes scanned the menu. The waitress came over and offered them red and white wine. Y/N chose red, it got her tipsy quicker . She ordered steak and Lobster and just like she expected, the portions were small .

“I hate places like this, we gotta stop at a McDonalds on the way back home” Erik said as he fiddled with his small plate of penne pasta.

“I know right!” Y/N agreed. The two laughed together. It made Que feel uneasy. He waited until every one was engaged with each other to ask her a question . One that had been burning in his mind.

“Babe ?” He said lowly . She looked to him, her mouth full of steak and red wine. “Do you smoke weed?”

She swallowed and laughed before she answered him. “Yes, I do”

Que was floored, Erik was right. It made him question just how much he didn’t know about his girl. “When do you do that?”

“I know you don’t like it, so I just find times to do it when you aren’t around” she thought his questions were weird , but she didn’t bother to ask him his reasoning .Pretty soon she’d be able to smoke freely, with the man she was destined to be with .

Erik’s phone had gotten a notification. It was the airline he booked Jessica’s flight with . They were informing him that the passenger missed the flight. “What the fuck” he mumbled and sent her a text .

Jess

Did you miss your flight?

When she didn’t text him back fast enough he gave her a call. It went straight to voicemail .

When they were all done eating , they headed back to the cabin. Not before stopping for some fast food for Y/N and Erik. When they got back, the women decided to get more wine and chill outside in the hot tub .

“What made us wait till the last night to come in here?” Noelle sunk into the hot water letting out a loud groan.

“Chad and I came down here last night” Nicki said .

Y/N and Noelle looked at each other with disgusted faces. “We didn’t have sex! I can’t stay in here too long because of the baby!” She defended herself.

“Well, Brandon and I would have”

“Que probably wouldn’t want to, but Erik, he and I would definitely do some damage up in here” Y/N admitted .

“So you still think about Erik?” Noelle questioned.

“Think!?” Nicki blurted out, Y/N splashed her with water , causing alert in Noelle

“Wait, you and Erik are still messing around ?” She asked.

“You think I’m about to let you leave me for that bitch!”

The girls heard Jessica’s voice booming loud and clear from inside the house.

“Well, that answered my question” Noelle said sarcastically. They rushed inside to see what the commotion was about. Jessica was at the front door, struggling to get inside of the house. Chad was holding her back. Brandon was standing in front of Erik, who looked pissed off.

“Whats going on?” Chad reverted his question towards both Erik and Jessica.

“I’ll tell you whats going on, Erik is trying to leave me for that bitch Y/N”

“She not gon’ be too many more bitches, aight” Erik warned.

Tears started to fall from Jessica’s eyes. She was standing here pouring her heart out to him and he had the nerve to defend another woman. She managed to slip from Chad’s grip and ran towards Erik. Once she seen the girls come onto the room, her rage was geared towards Y/N. She froze as she watched Jessica charge towards her. Quickly, Que came in to view and grabbed Jessica. “Who are you, let me go!” She screamed.

“Let you go so you could attack my girl, nah”

“Your girl!” Jessica screamed, then she let out an exasperated laugh. One of those laughs the evil witches do in movies. “ Well did you know that your girl is fucking Erik!”

Que felt like a fool, her words hit him like a ton of bricks. He looked to Y/N, praying that she would deny everything this woman said. She didn’t, she just watched him with sadness in her eyes. Then Que looked to Erik who stood there as if he had won. Roughly, he tossed Jessica on the floor. “I fucking knew it” He spat. Then charged at Erik like a football player going in for a tackle. Que was no match for Erik and his bone breaking hits to his back. Que dropped to the floor, defeated and broken. They all stared at Erik. Stunned.

“If I stay here, I’m gon’ kill this nigga!” He shouted. Y/N ran over to them, she attempted to touch Que, Erik grabbed her arm before she could.

“I’m so sorry Que” She said, barely above a whisper. Erik let her go and stormed off.

“Y/N, let’s fucking go!” He grabbed his car keys and rushed outside.

“Just go, I’ll drop your stuff off to you in the morning when we drive back” Nicki said. She tossed Y/N her long coat and her UGG’s. She was still in her swimsuit. With her eyes, she thanked her and left.

Erik sat outside in his car waiting for her, as soon as she hopped in, they took off. Erik sped down the highway, a little too fast for Y/N’s taste. She reached over with her left hand and grabbed his right. “Its okay” She assured him.

He exhaled and began to slow his speed, he brought her hand up to his lips and kissed it. “I’m sorry that I grabbed you like that earlier” Erik told her.

“I love you, I know you wouldn’t hurt me”

“I love you too”

They were half way home now, Erik’s house to be exact, when they decided to stop at a rest stop. Y/N had to use the bathroom. He pulled into a parking spot and let her out. Within a matter of minutes she came back. “It was so clean in there, I thought it would be nasty because its on the side of the road” Y/N rambled on.

“You still got that swim suit on under that coat?” Erik asked.

“Yeah”

“Say less” he replied. He reversed the car out of the parking spot then drove to an area that was secluded. Since it was late, not many people were at the rest stop. “Come out of that coat”

“You want to have sex right now?” Y/N questioned, she knew he was serious.

“Yeah right now” He reclined his seat and began unbuckling his belt. Once his hard dick was exposed, she found herself more intrigued with his idea. She looked around one last time, trying to make sure nobody could see them. She took off her jacket.

“Lets make this quick, cause I’m ready to get the hell out of this snow”

#erik killmonger fanfic #erik killmonger smut #erik killmonger headcanons #black panther fanfiction

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Superheroes with Secrets: Kirby Breaks Down Hard (Fic Part 148) (Set in 2001)

Around 2000 Words. 18+ in places.

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‘Giantess’ Kirby Roussimoff x Shane ‘Hurricane’ Helms (Circa 2001)

Reference Posts: Shane ‘Hurricane’ Helms

Kirby ‘The Blacklight Bandit’ Roussimoff

"I appreciate it, honey." Helms smiles. "But hugs are still allowed"

"I wanna squish you both." She murmurs, trying to resist the urge to do exactly that.

"Squish away, just no lifting."

Kirby pulls both Jeff and Delilah into a tight, squish hug, pulling away after Delilah taps her arm to make her let go, "oops, sorry, didn't mean to squeeze the air outta ya."

"Hey, Kirby?"

"Yeah, Dee?"

"Do you still have those uhm, muscle electric pad things?"

"Yeah, I do, there in my bathroom cabinet, why?"

"I wanna shock the boys." Delilah whispers in her ear, making Kirby giggle in excitement.

Helms can tell the tone of the giggles immediately. "The girls are scheming something, gentlemen. Be wary."

"Oh, mon mari, I gave Shannon some of that cider you made, and I," She pauses to kiss him gently, "will be back in a minute or two."

"Please don't do anything schemey."

"It's not a scheme, it's making you guys feel what women have to go through. I'm gonna get my muscle stimulation pads, ya know, the electric ones, from the bathroom cabinet and then we're putting you guys through what a period feels like, or in your case, mon mari, giving birth." She explains as she goes upstairs.

"Giving what now?"

"I'm gonna put muscle stim pads around your crotch and abs and make you feel labour pains, boy."

"Why?" He squeaks.

"Because Kirby's pregnant and you're her baby daddy." Delilah grins.

"So I gotta suffer too?"

"Yea-huh." Delilah nods, her New Jersey accent slightly thicker than usual.

About a minute later, Kirby returns with the box containing the muscle pads, "who wants to go first, and if you try to run, I'll get Lita to tackle you."

"That might be worth it." Helms winces.

"Oh, mon mari, if you put up a fight, I won't have sex with you for two months, I have my ways of making you suffer." She whispers, kissing his forehead and patting his cheek softly.

"Yes, apparently with a torture device"

"It's a muscle stimulation device, not a torture device, when used on a low level, it helps soothe pain in your muscles... when you amp the level up ... you can cause pain." Kirby's eyes seem to glaze over slightly with evil intent.

"You're my wife and I trust you, but keep in mind I've been a good and faithful and loving husband when you start cranking the juice on that thing and have mercy"

"Okay, Jeff, you annoy me the most and this was Delilah's idea... where the hell has your beau run off to Dee?"

"I have no idea." Delilah defends.

"He booked it. Probably halfway to the pond by now." Matt points out, looking out the window.

Kirby turns around just in time to hear the splash of Jeff jumping into the pond, "oh God, he's gonna catch his death out there."

"Guess he figured it'd hurt less than the muscle device."

"It's not even that fucking high powered, Jesus fucking christ, can't men ever fucking listen to me and understand what the fuck I'm saying.... fuck it, I'm going, I'm fucking going." Kirby sighs, turning around and heading out the door.

"You girls are always saying how much the cramps and birth hurt. Is it such a surprise Jeff wussed out?" Helms chuckles.

Kirby slams the door behind her, absolutely furious for the first time in a long time.

"If I were Jeff, I would just mutate and become one of the pond people." Matt murmurs, watching her go out to the pond from the window.

"The fuck do you think you're doing, boy, do you wanna catch a cold and die by hypothermia, want to put Delilah through that, or your Ma!" Kirby yells at him, her voice loud enough to be heard from the house.

"Well, I thought it was a good idea at first, but now either I stay in and keep you from killing me, or you chase after me, kill me, you get sick, then Helms kills me a second time. My options are limited."

"Get back in the house, or I will throw you through the fucking window, right now."

"Yes, ma'am." He squeaks, scampering out of the pond, shivering and dripping wet.

Kirby watches him go back to the house, not following after, but instead just shaking her head and trying to calm down, unable to shake her anger.

"Dee, please say you like me enough to keep her from killing me." He whispers to Delilah as he gets back inside.

"Jeffy, honey, I love you too much for anyone to hurt you." Delilah whispers back, wrapping a towel around his shoulders.

"Keep that in mind when Kirby comes in."

Kirby doesn't come back in the house, choosing to stay outside until she calms down and walking to the trees and into the forest. After a few minutes of her being outside, Helms starts getting concerned.

"Uhm, I can't see where she's gone, but she headed into the forest." Lita murmurs.

"Dammit, that's where she goes to sulk." Helms sighs, grabbing his coat and slinging Kirby's over his shoulder.

Kirby sits down with her back against a tree, sobbing uncontrollably at the thought that she could be so angry towards the people she loves.

Helms finds her not too long after and stands a couple feet back. "I've got your coat if you want it." He offers gently.

"Go away, I don't want to hurt you." She whispers.

"I won't get any closer if you don't want me to, but you're gonna freeze if you don't bundle up a little."

"I'd prefer to freeze than be that angry."

"I don't see what anger has to do with you wearing a jacket or not, honey. If you get too cold, you'll catch something and I'll have to take you to the hospital."

"Shane, I'm not going back to the house, I'll put my coat on, but I'm staying here."

"If that's what you want, fine."

Kirby goes silent, pulling her knees to her chest and putting her head in her hands. Helms doesn't move. Just keeps his distance and lets her have her moment.

"Leave." Kirby whispers.

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because you've never once meant it when you told me to leave"

"I mean it now, leave, go be happy, forget about me."

"You don't mean that either. The more you push me away, the more you need me to push back. The harder you fight me, the harder I know I have to fight for you."

"Shane, get lost, go find someone else to have fun with, because I am sick of feeling like an outcast in my own home, okay, I'm sick of you and your stupid friends who only seem to find new ways to piss me off, I'm sick of waking up at four in the fucking morning and puking my guts up because of our baby and your plans to make us a huge family don't help that feeling, and I'm done with living for the idea of months from now instead of day by day, I just want to be able to feel like myself for once, after two months of feeling like I have no control over my life, I want control back!" Kirby yells, standing up and getting in his face.

Helms goes quiet and stone-faced, refusing to show any emotion as her words tear at his soul, "I see. Are you sure that's what you want?" He murmurs.

"I love you, yet you make me feel uncomfortable in my own skin, like I constantly have to please you." Kirby whispers, stepping back and turning around to walk further into the woods, her mind yelling at her the same phrase on repeat 'stupid fucking ogress'.

Helms has to repeat a little mantra of his own as she leaves him standing amongst the trees. A reminder that she loves him and he loves her and that the hormones are what's making her be cruel. He repeats it in his mind as he follows her, forbidding himself from crying.

"Shane, try living in my shoes for a moment, okay, I have the weight of my dad's legacy on my back, added to the fact I already consider myself a freak, I'm gonna be a mom in less than a year, and I feel so uncomfortable in my own skin because every single day, since I met you, has played out at break-neck speed, I haven't felt like I can breathe properly for hours now, and not once has anyone other than you or Shannon actually picked up on the fact that today is not a good day for me." Kirby explains, standing still and wiping away tears.

"What's making it bad?" He asks gently.

"I haven't eaten anything since I woke up because the moment I thought I got my breakfast down, it came right back up. I don't like hospitals, yet I pushed myself to go visit Shannon before he got released. I had to ride in the grossest and most uncomfortable taxi I've ever been in, alone. I just wanted a day in bed with my husband, having sex, because currently, that's the only thing that makes me feel good."

"Honey, I need you to take a deep breath and walk through that again with me. The morning sickness is becoming a bigger problem, so we're gonna have to work together to find something your stomach can tolerate. Everyone visiting, they were just happy to be out of the hospital and wanted to share their news. But the rest? Taking a cab to visit Shannon at the hospital? It was sweet of you, but it was your choice to make. No one forced you to go to the hospital and no one forced you to take the cab. No one asked you to either. I'm sure he appreciates your visit and I'm proud of you for going, but it's not fair to anyone for you to forcibly give yourself a bad experience and then take it out on yourself and others. Do you get what I'm saying?" He asks softly.

"I get it, I shouldn't take it out on them, but taking it out on myself is the only form of self-medicating that I have without alcohol, I've been this way for years. I get it, though, I get it. They're not to blame, I am." She murmurs.

"Putting yourself into situations where you'll be miserable, just to feel the misery?"

"It's the only emotion I can handle, thirty one years of life, and that's the one thing I know about myself, for as emotionally cold as I act, my safe place has been in misery, because I'm too closely linked to tragedy and trauma."

"Is that what the last two months have been? Agreeing to our first date, my proposal, to having a baby, was all of it just a self-harming ploy to make yourself as miserable as possible?" He whispers, stepping back a little bit.

Kirby breaks down, "no, no no no, no, Shane, I would never hurt you, please, Shane, you gotta believe me, I love you, you are the best thing in my life, you are my painkiller, you make me feel happy, but when I'm not happy, I feel like I have to act like I am so you don't worry about me, please don't leave me, I'm begging you, please, Shane, I love you."

"Kirby, I love you too. I'm not leaving. I just need you to understand something..." He murmurs, swallowing the lump in his throat. "I've been doing... everything I know how to do. Tried everything I can think of to make you happy. Usually it works, but then I say one thing wrong and it feels like I'm back to square one. So I have to keep my mouth shut, even if I have things to say because I know they'll make you jealous or upset somehow. I keep locking away parts of myself to try and keep you happy. I lost the last chance to ever have my parents back in my life the other day, and I never got the chance to mourn because being at the hospital upset you and I had to be strong. I hear you waking up every morning and getting sick, and I have to fight the urge to keep from punishing myself for putting you through this. I feel like I'm pushing myself beyond the best I can do and... and we always end up back in the forest with you yelling at me..."

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Sapphic September Day 11

Eleanora opened her eyes to find herself in bed, in the guest room. She blinked a few times as she sat up. Her barrier was throbbing at the walls. It had only been three days.

A quick inventory told her that Domi had wrapped her arms in a thin layer of gauze - probably to keep whatever smelly stuff she'd slather on safe from the sheets. Or the sheets safe from it. Whichever, the smell was horrendous, sulfuric almost.

Buzzing drew Eleanora's gaze to the side table, where her phone sat with a post it note stuck to it's back.

'Called Sera. She's worried. - D'

"Fuck!" Eleanora unlocked her phone to find half a dozen missed calls from Seraphina and twice as many texts. She dialed immediately.

"Eleanora Bond!" Seraphina's voice was pitched high and her tone was tight. "What happened? Domi said something about a demon and her sister and the box and-"

Eleanora cut her off swiftly, "Just a rough discorporealization." Sera huffed. "Okay, very rough. There was a demon, but Oriana got me back to my body, the box did it's thing, now it's dead."

"And you passed out." Sera's voice was quiet. Eleanora could picture her perfectly, wrapped up on the couch. She sniffled, "Domi said your arms looked like they're burned."

Eleanora glanced down at the gauze, "Well, now I know what happens when I touch a ghost." Sera sniffed again. "Honestly, Sera, I'm fine. The only thing I'm worried about is whether it was Domi or the sheriff that carried me back inside."

"What?" Sera's voice deepened, and there was a faint chuckle to her word. "Why in the world would that matter?"

"Simple," Eleanora lowered herself back down onto the bed, "I swore I'd never let a man take me to bed."

The laughter that bubbled out of Sera eased the itch of her arms more than the smelly antibiotic ointment that Domi had smeared over them. Eleanora could almost drift back to sleep listening to it.

Rather than go back to bed, Eleanora got up. She carefully pulled a sweatshirt over her shoulders to hide her arms and then she walked out of the room. Instantly, she knew why the barrier was starting to fail.

"Were there this many people here when I passed out?" Eleanora's appearance in the hallway had drawn the eyes of the dozens of people currently mingling about the Davies home. There was food, there was hugging, and most importantly, grief.

Deputy Gomez glared at her from across the room, her nose in the air. From the whispers that immediately stopped when she stumbled into the main room, Eleanora gathered that the sheriff had carried her inside while Domi followed with her things. Including the empty vodka bottle.

Not a good look, Eleanora could appreciate that.

"Should you be up?" Domi appeared out of the crowd with a frown. Her eyes darted down to her arms, "Not that I don't want a full explanation, but…" Her eyes darted back up, "You still look like you lost a fight with a bear."

Eleanora shrugged. "Where's the sheriff? If I have to give the full story I only want to do it once." Her fingers twisted in the loose material of her pants. She'd rather not give it at all honestly.

Domi led her outside, onto the porch. There was much fussing about her arms before she disappeared back inside.

"Oh! Domi!" Eleanora called out, and the woman stopped at the door. When her head turned, Eleanora spoke in a rush, "I'm gonna have to ask you about Galvin."

There was a swift nod after Domi's head turned back to the door. An even quicker breath. When she returned it was with the sheriff, his wife, and Stella. Alexa wasn't shocking, but Stella kinda was.

"Stella was Galvin's wife," Domi fidgeted as she sat on the railing. Her fingers clinched the column beside her so hard that her knuckles turned white.

Eleanora squinted at the hair dresser. Stella stared back, eyes flat and mouth a thin line of disapproval, "If Domi hadn't told me she saw her sister, I wouldn't be here."

"Fair," Eleanora leaned back on the bench Domi had sat her on. "Domi's a hard core skeptic."

"I thought Emmett should get his head checked out when he said there was a demon," Alexa added with a frown. "Even with Domi corroborating…"

Eleanora met her eyes, nodded. She took a breath, "So, to put it simply. The town has been infested with ill intent, aimed at Amity Lawn from what I saw on this side of the veil." Eleanora sneered, "Stupid demon meant I couldn't get close enough on that side."

"Stop." Domi growled as she shook her head, "Why don't you start with what you were doing in that field?"

"Oh." Eleanora swallowed, "That's called discorporealization. It lets me walk on the other side of the veil while still alive."

Four sets of eyes blinked at her.

"I was essentially a ghost, but with none of the perks, and without being dead."

The eyes continued to stare at her, now unblinking.

"What part of that is confusing you?" Eleanora sighed.

Stella snorted, "Besides all of it?"

Alexa nodded her agreement, "That sounds like something out of a Lifetime movie."

"If you make a Jennifer Love Hewitt reference, I'm not telling you anything," Eleanora narrowed her eyes and she was pleased when Alexa took a half step back. "Any other questions?"

None of them spoke.

Eleanora smiled then, "Good. So, I discorporealized myself so I could see how far the intent had traveled. It's odd to be able to see it on this side of the veil and it was well-established at Amity's house when I was there."

"That's when Beau and Zora saw you teleport right?" Emmett rubbed his thumb along the side of his head. Eleanora nodded.

"Yeah. As much as I don't like the witch comparison, aparating is kind of a good analogue." Eleanora puckered her bottom lip in a pout.

Domi cleared her throat, "Why was Ana there?"

"She followed me," Eleanora shrugged, her lips quirked up, "it worked out in my favor, cause I can't run as well on that side." She probably owed the younger Davies sister her life actually.

"Oriana helped you get away from that demon then?" Emmett asked, brow furrowed, "You said they're summoned by hate."

Eleanora's eyes flickered to Domi and Stella, "Yeah." Stella raised an eyebrow. "The ill intent that was bleeding through to our side, I thought it was anger. Probably about Galvin or his parole."

"The demon caught you off guard," Alexa murmured. She tsked. "You weren't prepared, were you?"

"I had the box, and the gun," Eleanora fidgeted, her shoulders shrinking, "But yeah. If I'd suspected it was hate, not anger, I would have made my entry point the park instead."

Stella knocked on the railing, "What does any of this have to do with Galvin?" Eleanora lowered her nose as she looked at her. "What? Spit it out!"

"The hate is targeted at Amity, and Amity killed Galvin." Domi stated, her eyes focused on Eleanora. "You think it was one of us?" Eleanora nodded.

"Well, duh, of course they hate him." Alexa scoffed, "What else are they suppose to do? Forgive him?"

Eleanora grinned at her, "I like you." She ran a hand through her hair and scrunched up her nose at the sticky sweat that coated her hand. "But hate is pretty rare. It takes a lot of love to turn into hate."

"What does it mean?" Domi's asked, voice wavering, "The hate. Did it…is that why Ana's dead?"

That. That was the part Eleanora didn't want to explain.

"Maybe." Eleanora admitted. She locked eyes with Domi, "When demons get involved, there's this tendency to…well, to influence behavior. They can't make you do anything, but they feed of living souls so there presence tends to, to aggravate."

Emmett closed his eyes, "So, what your saying is that the I'll intent, the hatred is poisoning the town?"

"Yup!" Eleanora popped the p and watched the four of them shift uncomfortably. "I'm hoping Galvin can help me fix it though." Her eyes shifted to Stella, "Zora wouldn't happen to be his would she?"

Stella raised a brow, nodded, "Why?"

"Cause he's at rest," Eleanora thought about his grave. There hadn't been even a trace of his energy there. "But even a soul at rest will pop in to check on there kid."

"You want to use Zora to talk to Galvin?" Stella's arms crossed and her lips pursed.

Eleanora sucked in her cheeks, she chewed on the inner flesh of her mouth before finally clicking her tongue. "That's…not exactly what I mean."

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