#this isn't the biggest gift i know but i promise i put my heart and soul in it

[lavender-at-heart]

𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐢𝐱𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐄𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐬:

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Pairing: Elvis(or Austin!elvis) x reader

Warnings: kids? Idk💀

Notes: this is technically the second part to this fic, but you rlly don't have to read it first. Requests are open, feedback is welcome and thank you for reading!<3

- Cc💞

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When Elvis gets out of the Army he can barley contain his excitement to see you.

While in Germany, when he had time off he'd go to every jewelry store he could find. Searching for a perfect engagement ring for you.

Elvis is a picky man and never settles for anything less than perfect, especially when shopping for you

Eventually he finds one, just a month before returning home. It's big and shiny just the way he likes but delicate in a way that suits you.

When elvis comes home he can barley keep himself from running into your arms and eloping on the spot.

You wait on the porch of Graceland while he greets his father

your hair freshly teased in the newest style; a contrast from the short curls of two years ago. With your best dress and the biggest smile, you can barley contain yourself.

After your kiss filled reunion you, elvis and your close friends and family have a small party to celebrate Elvis' wonderful return home.

Life seems to go back to normal- or as normal as It could be.

Elvis had wanted to settle down with you and make his music but the colonel life had other plans.

Elvis made movies faster than you could stop and smell the beautiful flowers he gave you.

And even though some of them were admittedly cheap cash grabs, your sweetheart never put in anything less than his whole heart. He loved preforming and wanted to make you and his fans proud, no matter what.

It was fun to see your boyfriend so happy and in his zone. And getting to go to all those premieres were very exiting.

Meeting all sorts of Hollywood stars and musicians, it was unlike anything you'd ever done.

You did have to spend a lot of time apart especially as the colonel pushed him to make even more movies, but it made you appreciate the time you had with him.

Whether Elvis was with you or not he'd go the nine yards, claiming that he had to catch up on all the nice things he wanted to but could buy you back in the day.

Your first big gift from Elvis was the Christmas he came home, a small brown kitten that fit in the palm of your hand. You named it Love after Elvis' mama and she's been your best friend ever since.

When elvis isn't home he writes and sends gifts whenever he feels like it; which is pretty often.

Long notes and poems accompanied with a bouquet of flowers and a new necklace are the types of gifts you would typically receive.

He also sends dresses on dresses and a new pair of shoes every couple months

"I just want you to look extra special when I finally get to see you again hun." Elvis pleaded through the phone.

When he's at home he takes you out for amazing dinners and movie nights.

Sometimes the two of you prefer to stay home, lay in bed and watch your favorite movies or listen to your favorite music and slow dance by the fireplace.

On your 7th anniversary Elvis proposed to you.

he took you to the spot he used to eat picnic dinners underneath the stars with and got down on one knee.

"I-I know I promised to do this a long while back but I can't wait any longer. [Y/n], darling? Will you be my wife?"

You nearly scream yes, and pepper his face in a billion kisses.

You have to keep yourself from crying and let him put the pretty ring on your pretty little finger.

While the colonel thought your relationship would wreck Elvis' image, it did quite the opposite. You were painted as the royal couple of Hollywood, people swooned over you just as much as they did elvis.

Young girls looked to you for fashion inspiration and you soon began to pop up in beauty and life magazines.

And soon enough there was a royal wedding: June 1st 1965.

The newspapers went crazy and it was the most magical experience of your life.

You went dress shopping and found even managed to find your dream dress.

It took extra work to make sure that you and Elvis' wedding remained private but it was definitely worth it

Especially when Frank Sinatra offered his private jet so the two of you could get to your honeymoon spot hassle free.

Just a year after the both of you welcomed a new member into the family: Carolyn Gladys Presley.

Elvis was oh so scared to be a dad but boy did he make a good one.

He was so scared that he'd break the little baby or disappoint her, but he couldn't do that even if he tried.

He never let his work get in the way of taking care of his family, even if that meant getting on the colonels bad side.

Speaking of which you were sick and tired of that man being in you and elvis' life.

He pushed elvis into unhealthy habits and stopped elvis from doing what he loved, singing the music he loved.

While Elvis was off filming another cheap movie you and Jerry searched for a suitable replacement for the ugly pig they called a colonel.

You hired Steve Binger and Bones Howe to help Elvis with his comeback to music

And after a long long sit down you finally got through to Elvis and he "took care of business" and fired Tom Parker

Elvis felt bad but knew it was necessary to better his health and career.

The 69' comeback special was a surreal time, it was like Elvis became a new person.

He was overjoyed to be singing his music again. Everyone who knew him could see it on his face, his smile lighting up every room he walked into.

The summer of 1969 also welcomed Elvis Presley Jr. Into the family. He was a spitting image of his papa, sandy blonde hair and crystal blue eyes. He was almost a complete copy of Elvis but he had your nose and attitude.

Elvis loved taking you and his kids on horseback rides, teaching them to garden and never letting the spoils get to them.

always making sure they say please and thank you.

"Carrie whatya say to mama?"

"Thankyoo mama"

That isn't to say he doesn't spoil your children Because God knows he does. It's so hard for him to say no them, he just can't refuse them.

Summers are spent vacationing, swimming, and spending as much time together as possible.

Fall time is the best at Graceland, pumpkin patches, trick or treating, playing in the leaves.

Winter is Elvis' favorite, he loveeeess buying Christmas presents. Snow fights and bringing the kiddies to visit Santa. Elvis singing Christmas carols and decorating the house from head to toe.

Your family held a huge new years eve party and hoped that the upcoming 70s held as much blessings as the 60s had.

#elvis presley x reader #elvis x reader #elvis #elvis presley #elvis 2022 #austin!elvis x reader #austin butler x reader #austin butler

[bored-frog]

Born and Raised

When I blew up at you, I was unable to properly express myself and how I felt, I let my anger take over, causing another drift between us because I can not be mature and maintain all the feelings coursing through me, ready to leap out of the prison that is my skin.

You don't know how guilty I feel for yelling, for arguing with you over something like this, a topic so delicate and important, I deeply apologize.

I am emotionally stubborn, everything I feel is felt strongly, nothing is half-assed inside my heart, which is why I'm so upset.

I understand that we walk in different shoes through life, you didn't ask for your pair and I didn't ask for mine, you don't know the pebbles and splinters tightly strapped beneath the material of mine, I don't know the full extent of what goes on beneath the surface of your socks and laces, but sometimes I feel that you judge me, that you compare yours to mine and get hostile with me because I must be walking on a fucking cloud; Appearances deceive.

When the world is throwing shit, you don't have to throw it at me too, I am not your enemy, I do not view you as less than, so why does it feel like you look down in disgust at me for the things I have no control over?

I feel positively shitty, I must be the dirtiest asshole bundled up in name brand toilet paper, right?

"You don't understand, but you can empathize."

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"You'll never fucking understand, but I'm sure you can imagine the dirty caked up shit path I'm forced to walk through, while you glide through in a carriage you don't even have to work harder than everyone else to earn, don't insult me and say you do, how the fuck could you possibly get it?"

I hate it when you do that, when you say that, I am not riding on some high and mighty horse, my situation is just different, it's so god damn infuriatingly-annoyingly-frustratingly unfair when you do that, when you compare the two, it's as if I'm getting the biggest scowl from you every single time you bring it up; A "snobby brat" whining about her basket of lemons to an "untouchable."

I get nasty, snippy, and rude because of this sneering chokehold in the air between us when talks of the future is brought up, I dread the conversation every time, I don't want to discuss any of it, about me and "oh the places I can go," I try to give you hope and you roll your eyes at me, scoffing.

I'm a pretentious dick wasting the privilege I walk around with, this prized gift, this golden ticket that I want nothing more than to toss out because it feels awful to have; A worthless piece of shit wins the lottery but spends her life watching TV, a fucking insult.

I don't like the way you mentally side eye me, as the clock of aging ticks, you get more and more passively bitter with me, I uncomfortably twiddle my thumbs, wanting nothing more than to deal you a new hand of cards, for Life is a terrible dealer.

I understand and empathize that the fissured road you walk on isn't easy, nothing about the journey is brisk and fun, that it feels so demeaning, and that you have put in all your efforts alone as ungrateful assholes with birth rights and money drive around and honk at you, that they view you as this dirty dog beneath them, but don't look over and assume that mine must be a fucking breeze.

My cracked piece of opaque rubble carries it's own challenges, ones that I do not share, I sweat and moan in silence on this bumpy ass path, I trip and stumble, mentally scuffed and bruised as I force myself to keep going further down, I want to just stop dead in this traffic, shriveling up into a pathetic ball of tears, because I too am dealing with my own shit and it's not fucking easy, but you make me feel like it's nothing, that I couldn't possibly have problems.

I know you don't believe it, but I fully believe things are going to work out for you, right now it just feels like some asshole has set your lawn of potential on fire, I promise you it will get better, you are strong and beautiful, I know it feels like the world is against you, that no one is on your team, I am there, I'm the weirdo cheering and rooting for you from across the street, who will help you put out the fire.

With mastering the toughest task of patience, I assure you things are going to work out, that you are cable of so much more than what people assume based off of looks because they are jackasses living in the past, so please, have faith, don't lose hope in your future, and I beg of thee, stop telling me I don't understand, because I do, because I understand you.

- Autumn(Me)

#poetry #poemsbyme #original poem #poems on tumblr #poets on tumblr #creative writing

[hyperionshipping]

TRICKS can u tell me things abt ur f/os considering I rambled abt John yesterday..... TELL ME EVERYTHING ABOUT THEM TELL ME SILLY CUTE THINGS U DO W THEM!!!♡♡

WELLLL. See there's SO much to sayy for this. Hmm hmm!!! Lemme list some for each romantic f/o. I love lists <3

Handsome Jack

THIS MAN. THIS MAN. HIM.

What don't I fucking do with Jack. He's everything to me. Our anniversary was earlier this month. He's not even the f/o I've had the longest but he truly is special to me. More than any other f/o

We are the worst couple. We stay winning. We are NOT made for each other <3.

Jack can't sleep without me but would not ever admit that. I sleep with my face to his chest, and his leg between my thigh.

We are the worst with PDA. Anything you can think of? Jack's done to me in public. And he will do it again. And again, and again, and again and--

I fight for Jack <3 absolutely utterly dedicated to him. In an unhealthy way.

He's gotten me bandits to practice shooting on. Live targets are better to try out new guns on after all!!

Sometimes, late at night, I get to see glimpses of his face without the mask on. He's the most handsome thing to me.

Killian Jones

The like Biggest thing I do for him is very often smooth down his hair a lot. Both when he's frazzled and just because.

This isn't a thing *I* do as much, but god he's a big ol' flirt. We are SO disgusting with our PDA. We ARE kissing again, yes indeed

We hang out at the beach pretty often! Killian swears he isn't a pirate anymore but I know the way he looks at the sea. So, often, dates end up with us walking the beach

Caleb Widogast

GOD. Where do I start?

I braid his hair a lot, so often. Or put it in a ponytail, tuck it behind his ear. Anything. Caleb always melts when I do.

We fight TOGETHER!!!! I have a whole fic on this. We always have each other's backs in combat. Where he goes I follow. That's FINAL.

We kinda. We heal each other. In more ways than one. Caleb learns to let himself heal through me, and it's the same for me

Some of our best moments is when Caleb reads to me in Zemnian. Do I understand all of it? No. But he speaks so softly, so gently, it always makes me feel safe. And Frumpkin will join us, and it's so good!!!!!

I call him sunshine and hummingbird!

Hardwon Surefoot

My honeyboy <3

I tease HIM!!! He has his moments too. The way we actually meet is him going "watch this!" and failing so bad that I laugh and call him cute and join him and the other boobs!

We also fight together for sure but it's different than Caleb and I.

I braid his hair. ALL. THE. TIME. And wash it. Style it. Eveything. Hardwon barely does his own hair anymore. I always braid it with dwarven braids for his heritage, and crick knots for the family that accepted him for who he is.

I do the same for his beard. I help him keep it in tiptop shape

ALWAYS together in one big bed.

I follow him to the ends of the earth (literally, really).

Grog Strongjaw

Power couple. That's us!

Literally. We are two barbarians. I'm letting him take my kill because it's ROMANTIC. AND YOU GUYS DON'T GET IT!!!!

What's more romantic than the heart of our enemy? Nothing! That's the gift I'm giving him.

Also his biggest hype man following Scanlan and Pike.

I pick him flowers a lot too. He always worries about breaking them cause they're real delicate and he's not but I promise him it's ok

I let him do MY hair. That's a great privilege. He's the first of the party I let touch it

Lepos

Also a PDA heavy couple. Lee sometimes gets a little flustered from it all. But he also got me in bed because he was a flirt...

He's my kitty. My big, fat, demon <3

He really likes rodeos, and I always oblige him and go with him!! I am learning about them more slowly but surely.

I constantly lay on his chest to listen to him purr. It's the most comforted and safe I've ever felt

We dance a lot in our house, to no particular song. If I grab his hands and look up at him and smile, ask him to dance he'll always do it!

Crowley

Little shit. *Shoves him* *punches him*

Ugh. HIM.

Behind closed doors, he's a big lover. All he wants is that, you know? And, though it takes him a while to admit it? He hasn't felt Loved like this in a while. A long while. Forever, really.

We tick each other off. Threats that go nowhere.

He sends hellhounds to watch over me! Just gotta make sure I'm safe.

He's really very protective at the end of the day. God forbid he learn a demon tried to do me harm. They aren't going to see the light of tomorrow.

He always takes me on such lavish dates. Really, I don't know what to do with myself at the places he brings me x_x

Lucifer Morningstar

rAUGH.

I fell for him so hard and so fast. Fuck!!!!!

We party often~. At Lux, at his penthouse, just out, that one time at that one place... It really doesn't end.

I dote on him so much. He says I'm awfully lovey-dovey for a demon and I just kiss him again.

Something special Luci does for just me is, since L.A. makes it hard to see the stars, he drives me out and away just so I can look at the stars with awe. He thinks it's so beautiful to see me so enamoured with something so simple.

He sings to me too! Serenades me~. Alone in his penthouse, he'll play the piano, let me sit on the bench as he plays, or place his hands over mine to play the keys. He sings me Frank Sinatra specifically.

Jack Hodgins

Ohhh Hodgepodge. My lovebug!!

I help him with all of the experiments he does. Always hands-on with him!!

He loves flirting with me. Because he always, always figures out what to say to make me blush beet red.

He fell so damn hard for me though so like, checkmate baby!

He likes when I call him King Of The Lab <3. He is, by the way.

We always go on lunch dates to this one Sandwich shop in D.C. that's my secret little spot!!!

And, when we go out? I find every bug I can to ask him about it, and ask for facts and god I love hearing him talk. I could listen to him for hours

Lance Sweets

Sweets <3. I... Didn't expect to fall for him like I did.

I like making him blush! I do it a lot by accident. It's very easy heheh.

I love just hanging out with Sweets. He means a lot to me and he didn't GET that as much when he was a kid.

Karaoke is a thing that is like OUR thing. It was our first date too. We always sing rock songs together!!

VINYL SHOPPING TOO!!!!!!! He used to work at one, and I collect them. Sweets helps me find my favorite bands and cool, older vinyl.

John Constantine

Hold on a minute. *FUCKING SHAKESHIM SO HARD*

Okay. See. I didn't MEAN to fall in love with him!!!! Me and John's thing was. Mutually beneficial. FWB's. But I should've known he wouldn't last in one of those.

It so wasn't ME with feelings first. No. It was ol' Johnnyboy. Trust me.

We get into so many stupid situations together. Constantine and a demon together? Strap in!

Silly stuff we do together though... date nights are always fun. Wherever I wanna go.

He's stuck with me! I tell him that a lot. Even when he's being a little shit. He can't get rid of me if he tried. And oh how he tried.

Fun things to do with YOUR demon lover! Send them back to Hell!

I forgave him.

LOVE cuddling that man. And rubbing my face against his stubble or beard. Heheh ^w^.

#Tricks answers #long post

[lydiagrimborn1117]

Whumptober Day 7

Tags: @whumptober

Prompt: Shaking Hands

Characters: Viggo Grimborn/Caldor Hawthorne(OC)/Ezekiel Bledsoe(OC)

Pairings: Viggo Grimborn/Caldor Hawthorne

Word Count: 635

Summary: It's the day Viggo's been treading for since Caldor got down on one knee. It's their wedding day, but Viggo isn't sure he'll be able to go through with it.

A/N: Ezekiel has gotten a new last name because I couldn't remember if I ever changed it or not.

Viggo stood across from Caldor at the alter. This was it. No one was coming to stop the wedding and save him. He was going to marry Caldor, and that was final. Caldor smiled as Ezekiel offered them their wedding bands. Viggo cringed as Caldor picked up his ring. Viggo's ring was silver with a gold vine with thorns. Caldor's ring was the same but with switched colors. Caldor had made the rings himself days after he proposed. Viggo remembered exactly how it happened too.

"So what do you say?"

Viggo stared down in horror at Caldor. The man was down on one knee beside the chair Viggo was sitting in at the dinner table. Caldor was smiling widely as he continued to display his betrothal gift to Viggo. It was a ring with Caldor's name engraved on it. Viggo shifted uncomfortably as Caldor gently grabbed his hand.

"Viggo, I promise this will be worth it," he started "I swear you won't regret it. I won't lay a finger on you ever again without your approval if you agree to it! Just say the word."

Viggo didn't know what to say. He wasn't sure if he could say anything at all, but he thought about his options. He could say no and let Caldor torture him further or he could say yes and wait for Ryker to come for him. There was no telling how long he'd be living with Caldor, but it was his best option. Hell, who was he kidding, it was his only option.

Viggo was brought back from his memories when he felt Caldor grab his right hand. Viggo expected him to slide the ring onto his ring finger, but instead he lifted Viggo's hand up to his lips and kissed his knuckles. Viggo gave a fake smile as all the guest laughed and cooed over Caldor's gesture. If only they really knew how "loving" Caldor could really be. Viggo's hands began to shake, his pulse began to quicken, and the palm of his hands began to sweat. Caldor watched Viggo intently.

Caldor relished how uncomfortable Viggo looked. Every guest here at the wedding was under the impression Viggo reciprocated his feelings. They couldn't be more wrong. Caldor waited patiently for Viggo to grab his ring and slide it onto his own ring finger. The look of hope in his eyes was slowly dying right in front of Caldor, and he was absolutely adoring it.

Viggo reached for Caldor's ring with a trembling hand. Then he took Caldor's hand and held it up. Viggo glanced out into the crowd praying he'd see Ryker somewhere out in the crowd. He knew it was stupid to think Caldor may have sent him an invitation with whatever decency he had left. Even if it was just to embarrass him. It was better than nothing. Yet all he saw was a crowd full of strangers he barely knew waiting for him to put the ring on Caldor's finger. Viggo looked down at his feet. He couldn't do this! Caldor sighed sadly and took a step forward to whisper in Viggo's ear.

"My patience is waning, sweetie," spoke Caldor softly, his tone filled with venom "The longer we stand here the longer I'll have Ryker tortured."

Viggo quietly gasped and looked Caldor in his eyes as he backed away. Viggo went to say something but quickly remembered where he was. Viggo took a few deep breaths to calm his racing heart. Caldor gave a deceivingly happy smile at Viggo's response before stepping back. Viggo, after a bit more hesitation, placed the ring on Caldor's finger. Caldor smiled one of the biggest smiles he could manage. He had done it! It was just as he'd told Ryker. He was going to get Viggo. One way or another.

#whumptober2022 #no.7 #shaking hands #httyd rtte #forced marriage #Viggo rtte #viggo grimborn #Caldor Hawthorne #Ezekiel Bledsoe #race to the edge #how to train your dragon

[servin-up-surveys]

survey #154

Ever had a promise ring? No, but I gave one to Sara... lmfao OOPS

Who knows your biggest secret(s)? the Internet honestly lmfao

Do you ever get messages/asks on Tumblr? Very rarely.

When was the last time you waxed anything on your body, if ever? That woulda been my eyebrows, but I haven't done that in quite a long time.

Do you like shrimp? Yes, it's the only seafood I've found that I like, but I like it quite a lot.

Are you lactose intolerant? No, that'd be pretty tragic for me, lol.

Have you ever thought a man over 40 was attractive? my Tumblr is a thirst trap for 50-60 y/o men litcherally get out

Have you ever been told your aspirations are unrealistic? Not really, people tend to encourage me, but I've been told that yes, hoping to one day support yourself with just your nature photography will be insanely hard, but I'm trying my best.

Who was the last person you sat beside at a restaurant? My mother; Girt sat across from me.

Who is popular in your country? (Singers, actors etc.) lol I barely even know who's "big" anymore, I pay zero attention but uh, I know Pedro Pascal is a newer big focus of love, the whole country seems likely to defend Keanu Reeves with their lives basically, is Lana Del Ray still a thing?, Billie Eilish, Post Malone, Jason Momoa, Tom Hiddleston, uh... I dunno.

What did you watch today? Mostly let's plays but also some clips from the Rammstein concert in Lithuania today.

Peaches or plums? As a kid I woulda said plums, but I haven't had one in years, the texture might bother me now. I like sliced peaches, though.

Do you understand art? I think I've got a pretty decent idea. I obviously don't understand ALL of it, but I'd say I'm pretty open-minded with seeing and often identifying purpose in most art.

Do/did your parents buy you a lot for Christmas? I felt like it was a lot, especially when my parents had three kids similar in age to get stuff for, and apparently they tried to get the same amount of gifts for us, obviously varying a bit with the price of gifts. I know they struggled, especially once Dad left, and my mom NEVER thinks she gets enough, but she does, nowadays especially for Ashley's kids. Ash has told her basically every year that she gets way more than what's necessary, but my mom doesn't care lol.

Out of all the cultures in the world, what culture do you find the most interesting? Probably Native American, but I'm not SUPER familiar with most cultures, to be real.

Do you like ramen noodles? Literally only the Yakisoba spicy chicken one. At least, that's the only one I've found I enjoy, and often I don't have the taste for it anyway.

Who/what was that last thing that you slept with? Technically my cat and Mom's dog for a little bit, but the last person was Girt.

Do your parents do things that "embarrass" you? My dad has ZERO filter and knows how to be rude, and he also has zero common sense (I got it from him lol) so is difficult to get to understand things, and especially in public that can lead to embarrassing interactions.

What IM service do you use the most? Discord.

Who was the last person to IM you? Girt.

When you eat take-out, do you just eat it out of the containers provided? Generally, yes, but one specific case where I never do is when getting fried rice from Chinese places; I pour it into a bowl.

Would you need to sleep with someone before considering marrying them? No, sex just isn't important enough to me for that. If they wanna wait, that's fine.

Do you carry condoms? No.

How organized are the files on your computer? They're pretty sorted. I like putting stuff in appropriate folders.

Did you have a childhood hero? Were they real or fictional? Steve Irwin, of course. Real person obviously, with a heart that was so impossibly good and vibrant. So full of basically neon life to the very end.

Would you consider dating a psychiatrist or psychologist? I mean sure, but we'd absolutely have to set boundaries so they don't become my therapist; I don't think that's good for relationships.

For each person you’ve kissed, describe your feelings in one word: Nostalgic, confused, deep dislike, and adoration.

How do you react when you trip or stumble? In the moment I freak out big time, because me falling, with my weight, is considerably dangerous, even for an adult. Bruises are a guarantee. And then with my legs, I struggle very much with getting up anyway, so.

Are you good at the game Twister? As a kid I was, there's no way in hell I could do it now, I have to keep strengthening my legs.

Do your friends trust you around their bfs/gfs? This isn't really applicable to my life, I don't have real life friends I hang out with almost ever and I don't know their partners.

Would you rather make the first move, or your crush? The person I like, for sure.

If you have a camera, when do you use flash? In reality, I basically never do because it's just not applicable to what I'm shooting, but I have a mounted fill flash, which is generally best used when a foreground is underexposed.

What would you do if you found a gun in your best friend’s bedroom? I'd be extremely fucking freaked out; first I'd worry that he wasn't okay and wasn't telling me so, but I also don't feel that his mother should be in a house with a firearm because of her own mental health history.

What do you call your grandparents? I feel like both I've always just referred to them as "Grammy" and "Grampa."

What would be a cool earring design? Oh, there's so many! They tend to be ones that are heavier and dangle though, which I can't wear and it sucks. :( I semi-recently saw a pair that were a bunch of grapes, called to mind decorative fruits you put on a table, and I absolutely loved it. I'm also super big on those cute ones of animals hanging through your ear, I've seen lots of those, they tend to be cute and derpy.

Besides nightmares, what is the scariest thing about sleeping? I've never experienced it and am terrified of eventually doing so: sleep paralysis. That sounds HORRIFYING.

Do you look better with red lipstick or black lipstick? Black.

Ever had a terrible breakup? lol new to reading these?

Favorite bands? Ozzy Osbourne & Rammstein are tied in different ways for #1, but I'm also big on Marilyn Manson, Otep, Korn, In This Moment, Motionless In White, Metallica, Powerwolf, A Day to Remember, Mother Mother, and Cradle of Filth.

Favorite quote? I don't know if it's my favorite EVER, but since finishing watching a let's play of God of War: Ragnarök, I've been absolutely in love with a quote by the character Faye: "Grief is the culmination of love, and yet we love despite the inevitable. [...] To grieve deeply is to have loved fully." It hit me so fucking hard and I feel it's really applicable to various parts of my life. It makes me feel less weak grieving the loss (not always death) of someone.

Wearing any bracelets? No, I barely ever put bracelets on because I hate how they feel.

Does your phone take pictures? Awful quality ones, ugh the primary reason I want a better phone is literally the camera lol, mine is GARBAGE.

Who is your favorite neighbor? I don't really have a favorite, but I have at least MET the guy to our right; he's an old African American man that very often has his granddaughter with her, and she is a GEM. Mom loves them a whole lot, and the time I've met them (he helped my mom carry heavy stuff from outside into the house), each were so friendly and just good. They recently got a dog too, and while she barks A LOT, she's a sweet girl. The lady on our left Mom says is very nice, but I personally haven't spoken with her.

Have you ever gotten a detention? Yes, only once, and it was only because I had too many morning tardies to class, my own fault entirely. I was HORRIBLE waking up in the morning, gave my mom trouble ALL the way through high school, and it made us only a few minutes late sometimes.

Does your door have a deadbolt on it? Yes.

Have you had any soda today? I have not, I finally cracked yesterday after a pretty good period of going without it, so it's gonna be a while til I let myself do that again. I'm not willing to TOTALLY take soda away from me with just how much I enjoy it, but I'm definitely making an effort to tone it down even more.

What is your favorite scary movie? The Blair Witch Project. Also quite fond of The Crazies, and I have a soft spot for the first Silent Hill film just because of what it is and at least it's not a pure disgrace to the franchise like its sequel, lol.

What’s the most historic thing that has happened in your lifetime? Covid, for sure.

What happens in your country regularly that people in most countries would find strange or bizarre? School shootings. (: That shit is not supposed to be normal. You aren't meant to be UNsurprised when you hear about another one.

What’s your funniest story involving a car? lol so on a date I went on with Tyler, literally our first one, he got a flat tire; someone at a stop light pointed it out to him, aaaand adventure ensued. I feel bad for how mortified he was, he obviously was worried about what I thought, when I really felt nothing negative at all, like shit happens. He got the car to a car repair place that was luckily right down the road, but we had trouble communicating; the staff didn't speak English well, but we got the message across, and then I remember we had to cross the intersection on foot to get to a store across the street for some reason, then back. We went to an Italian place afterwards as planned, where we got calzones, which I then learned I don't even like because of the kind of cheese lmfao. I genuinely don't consider it a bad date, though; sure, didn't go the way we planned, but hey, I sure remember it.

If you built a themed hotel, what would the theme be and what would the rooms look like? I wouldn't do this, but hypothetically, definitely nature-y based! I'd like to make it have a forest vibe.

Do you think that humans will ever be able to live together in harmony? Lol no, it'd be fucking fantastic and literally the best thing a human could ever wish for, but it's not gonna happen. There are too many people that would ALL have to agree to that in their behaviors.

What’s the most amazing true story you’ve heard? Maybe I favor this one because I'm such a fucking sucker for romantic shit lol, but before Jason and his brother were born, their father apparently cheated on their mom, and she left to go back home to New York, but their dad chased her up there (getting to NY from our area takes at least 10 hours by car) to talk it out, and then they stayed together as an extremely loving, loyal, happy couple that I looked up to a lot as being proper partners. They were still together when Jason's mother died of diabetes complications.

What’s the grossest food that you just can’t get enough of? Uh, I dunno; I'm assuming by this you mean unhealthy because I'm obviously not eating food that I find gross-tasting, so let's see... burgers, I guess; I don't have them excessively or anything, BUT I'm almost always up for one, and I also don't like lettuce or tomatoes on my burgers, so... they're not exactly an icon of a healthy meal, lol.

What brand are you most loyal to? I can't think of any brand I feel extreme loyalty to. Like I support Cloak a lot with just who owns it and how tied they are to charities, but even if I HAD my own income I'm not rushing to buy something from any drop they have, I only have two shirts.

Where are you not welcome anymore? Well, the first one I can think of is Sara's house, not that you'd see me trying to go there. It's just the most obvious one to me.

What’s a common experience for many people that you’ve never experienced? By this point in my life, bills. Taxes.

What fashion trend makes you cringe or laugh every time you see it? Crocs. They're just hideous to me.

What are the initials of the last person you made out with? DM.

If you found out you were pregnant, who would be the first person to know? hi my uterus is bleeding

How old were you when you had your first kiss? Very early into 16.

Is it awkward when you run into your ex? That doesn't happen, but running into Jason would be uncomfortable, but only because I'd feel bad being in the same proximity as him, like I know he doesn't want to have anything to do with me, so I'd avoid him if I could.

Were you intoxicated the last time you threw up? No.

Who is your most recent ex? Sara.

Has the person you last kissed taken their shirt off in front of you? Yeah.

Have you ever broken anything because you were mad? No, people who get physical when angry absolutely terrify me.

Do you “blow kisses” often? Not really, but sometimes with my sister's kids.

Do you need to “break up” with a friend? No friend I currently have, no.

#survey #surveys #random questions #personal questions

[sysba]

Mason & Winter Collins for Love in Wayhaven

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY TO THE WONDERFUL @narrativefoiltrope! Or, you know... just a happy regular day!! This is my (humble) offer for @loveinwayhaven which I'm very nervous to share lol but I hope Mason and Winter are doing great ♡ I fell in love with them going through Erin's blog and I *tried* to do them justice... I don't know whether I was successful or not, but I sure put all my love into this and I truly hope you like it!

#loveinwayhaven #the wayhaven chronicles #agent m #twc edits #I'VE HAD THIS READY SINCE FEBRUARY 1ST WAITING FOR ACTUAL VALENTINE'S DAY SOUNDED LIKE A GOOD IDEA BUT IT WAS TORTURE SDFGHJK #anyways i hope you like it ahh *uwu face* hkjdd i've been annoying lyu a lot because i was so nervous loll #ok so ngl i wanted to write a ficlet about W knitting a jumper for M bc i saw a hc and i'm so into the idea... #but then i got intimidate because i've read your stuff and you're such a good writer *cries in simp* #this isn't the biggest gift i know but i promise i put my heart and soul in it #(for you but also for Them because their relationship makes me so soft!!!!!!!!) #i carefully selected every pic lol like. there's homer because of the greek thing (yeah it's ancient greek but still lmao) #and that quote about touch bc u said winter is v tactile and we know m is very particular about touch! #mmh and the one about feeling to deeply can literally be read in so many ways i saw it and i HAD to use it bc head full of thoughts #plus yk some details about winter like the milky tea the french the freckles the type of apartment etc... #also cinnamon rolls cuz... she's one #don't think i have to explain that Hades quote but i'd like to point out that it did make me cry and all my clown makeup ran #i believe in 'AU where winter f*ck*ng lives' supremacy SJDJKDHJKDJKAD #i went through your blog to read some fics and meta (without liking or rb just because i didn't wanna expose myself lol but i'll fix that) #and everytime there was angst i was like SUDDENLY I CANNOT READ<3 so this is where im at emotionally hdjkdhjks denial #myposts #myedits

[technowoah]

Dating The Dream Team Headcanon(s)

Dream! (Clay)

Our supposed golden retriever

He loves you with his whole heart and he'll tell you that every second he gets.

He loves showering you with affection on and off camera

Mostly off camera

Pda isn't a problem because no one knows his real face.

He'll kiss you, holding hands, hug you, piggyback rides when your feet hurt, locking arms, arms around eachother when you're walking. All of be above

Just hugging you from behind all of the time. And always wanting to be around you

But if people know who you are and know you're dating Dream you two rarely go outside in public areas.

But home dates are amazing too!

Blanket forts even though its so cliché, he insists.

Watching horror movies on the first date was his choice.

Ya know for somone to cuddle, just in case they get scared. It worked.

You guys dont need "dates" because you always are around eachother.

But Clay likes to have formal dates every now and then

At first you didn't know what to call Clay.

You had called Clay, Dream for the first month you two started officially dating.

One day he asked you why, and you said that you watch videos that he's in and gotton used to people calling him Dream

He melted on spot when you mentioned you watched his videos and videos with him in it.

Except for the minecraft cheating ones

He always asks if you like the video first before anyone else because he values your opinions.

He'll sit you on his lap while recording or editing and sometimes, I emphasize sometimes, your voice will make it into a video.

He was very protective of you, and still is. Especially because of the place he is in popularity.

In the beginning your conversations while speed running would always be either muted from his audience or either cut of from the extended manhunt videos.

Now he takes pride in having his significant other's voice in videos. He dosent cut out your conversations, except if they're too personal.

Or the kisses

Dream bought you roses on the first date, and now roses are such a special thing between you two.

Those little rose pendants for jewelry, fake roses to keep around his place, gifts things that reminded him of your first date with a rose that comes with it.

He gives you merch of course!

Your closet is full of Dream hoodies and a box full of milestone coins.

You always either get the prototype one or the first one made. Idk how he made that happen, but take his word for it.

You've meet "Drista" before, and you had met his family too!

His family adores you.

He has yet to meet yours, but one day he promises he will make a great first impression.

I would do into more detail, but Dream is one of the most caring, sweet, boyfriend's you'll ever have.

Sapnap!

My boyyyy

I love sapnap srs

Gentlemanᵗᵐ

He'll treat you like royalty

He's not the biggest fan of PDA but further into your relationship he got more comfortable with showing you love in public.

He loves hugs, lying together, just hugs and sitting you on his lap and resting his head on your shoulder.

You guys mostly have home dates for him to have an excuse to hold you all day.

The dates are mostly movie marathons with one of you laying ontop of one another

He loves cheek kisses btw.. all the time

Conversation between you two flows so naturally you could talk for hours about anything.

You try to convince him to have a podcast.

When you get too riled up his voice calms you and he knows that so he uses it to his advantage.

You two play fight alot, its never serious you two barely fight.

Also calling him his real name was the strangest thing to him.

Like Dream, it had to take some getting used too because their friends wouldn't call them by their real name (most of the time)

He adores nicknames for the both of you. You both have too many nicknames but the most popular one between you is 'angel'

You never sit in the same room while he plays video games, because he can scream very loud.

There probably has been noise complaints. And you wouldn't be surprised.

You'll always defend him no matter what. Even when the twitter stans get to him, he knows you'll be there without a doubt. Always ready to defend your man.

You're kinda protective of Sapnap, but he's more protective over you.

You two would defend eachother to the ends of the earth.

You trust him with hanging out with other people, but you just dont trust Twitter.

He loves showing you off to his community. He kept you a secret at first then gradually started saying "my significant other" and they caught on.

Sapnap isnt that much of a gift giver. He loves to spend more quality time with a person.

He likes to spend more time with you than buy you material things all the time.

But he gives you his merch, but then the rest of the clothes you get are his actual hoodies.

He's actually starting to miss his clothing so he asks for them back for them to inevitably end up back in your closet.

You and Sapnap are planning to take a trip to meet his parents and then make a weekend out of it.

Then the next stop is to meet yours and out of all the relationships you've had you're not nervous for him to meet your parents.

We love sapnap in this household and he would just be the best boyfriend srs

GeorgeNotFound! (George)

This man is so annoying

But like in an endearing way ya know?

He never fails to brighten up your day

Making you laugh

repeating phrases over and over again

poking you nonstop to get a reaction out of you

giving you long hugs that never seem to end

kissing you all over your face.

He is just so bright.

Hes the neighbors kid

George loves giving you affection whether its kisses or holding your hand he wants you to know he's there.

Even if you dont want him to he'll always want to be around you.

He loves skinship.

George loves walking around London finding stuff to do for dates.

He loves taking small roadtrips too so you get to see stuff around the area you wouldn't normally see.

Just walking around holding hands while making fun of anything you can see.

You two are out in public a lot so when George does his meetups with his friends and brings you along people would stop them and want to take pictures.

He'll introduce you as his significant other in public to fans who ask or notice, but online when his friends ask about his relationship he says "what relationship?" Even though his whole fanbase knows you two are dating.

His fanbase loves you two together, but sometimes they can get too much.

George couldn't care less about what his fanbase thinks if him and his relationship and he wants you do think the same because its not worth it.

Your voice sometimes appear in his videos when you comment on something he does in minecraft.

George doesn't like to put his personal life out on the internet so he still keeps secrets about yall relationship

All his community knows is that you're his significant other and you're "really cool" in George’s words.

You stay in his room when he's recording because he insisted that you stay.

Also he doesn't give you his merch, he refuses to and everytime you ask he just says "because I said so" and "I need the money"

He ends up giving you merch, you knew it was a bluff anways.

Dreams love language is gift giving

Sapnaps is quality time

and George’s is skinship like I said.

Hugs and kisses all the time. Even when your mad at him

You guys have so many inside jokes its ridiculous.

You say them around your friends and laugh just to annoy them.

You guys love to flaunt your relationship around. Showing off that "this is George’s jumper" and "oh this is y/n's necklace"

One time you threatened to cut George’s hair and he didnt speak to you for like an hour.

You already have a good relationship with him and his friends, but you havent met his family yet.

If your family lives out of the country you both plan to travel for him to meet your family.

If your family is in the same country you guys plan a month where you both meet eachothers parents in that same month.

George would be so proud that he got to meet your parents. And the same goes for you.

After all you both love a little road trip from time to time.

Anyways being georges significant other would be a 20/10 experience.

Taglist(s)

Dream Team Imagines: @bozowrites

MCYT Imagines: @annshit @bobaducky @malfoysslutt @egorldevi

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[ela-loomis]

Heyoo!! Can I get a slashers of your choice with a gn!S/O that likes making masks? I'm talking clay masks that are abominations. Masks that no man would dare catcall. Thank you, and have a nice day!! ❤❤😘

Of course!!!

Slashers with an S/O that makes masks!

Bubba Sawyer

- Masks? Scary masks? Will you make him one?! Bubba is your biggest supporter in this endeavor. The wilder, the better in his opinion! Sure, they might freak him out at first, but only until the first time he sees you wearing one. Bonus points if the masks you make freak out his brothers. 

- Does he want to help? Absolutely! Should he be allowed to help? Not really! It's not that he can't be careful, because he absolutely can be, but he's going to be so excited that clay will go flying, or he'll smush a feature he just spent 10 minutes scuplting, or something in that realm.

- It will only take two or three times of him wanting to tear his hair out before he decides to just watch you with all of his attention. Leather isn't as squishy as clay, so he'll stick with what he knows.

- If you make a mask for him, he's never gonna take it off. Not even if his brothers beg him to. It's a gift from his baby! They'll just have to learn to love it as much as he does.

- He absolutely wants to watch you strike fear into the hearts of men with your masks. Nothing in the world could be more hilarious to him than seeing his love, that he sees as so lovely cute, being absolutely terrifying to unsuspecting people.

Jason Voorhees

- OH MY GOD WHAT IS THAT NO NO NO - Y/N? OMG DID THAT THING EAT YOUR FACE????? He’s not going to be able to comprehend the mask at first. Give him a little bit to process it and he’ll stop hiding from it, he promises!!

- Once he’s calmed down, though, he’s going to be fascinated, if a little jumpy around it. He desperately wants to watch you make one, if only to assure himself that it’s not alive. 

- When you let him sit and watch, though, he ends up 2 inches from your hands, watching them sculpt like he’s hypnotized. He’s not the craftiest, for obvious reasons, so watching you do something so delicate and with such precision, he’s entranced. 

- More than once, he’s fallen asleep while watching you create a mask. You seem so calm and peaceful while you’re working, and the way your hands move is so soothing to watch, that it’s really no wonder he can’t keep his eyes open. 

- If you make a mask for him to wear, he’s probably going to be nervous about putting it on. It’s wonderful, he swears it is!! It’s just....It’s not going to eat him, right? Don’t laugh!! It won’t, right?! Once he’s finally convinced to put it on, he’ll only wear it for a bit. Not because he’s scared, but because he’s afraid he’ll mess it up if he has to deal with a rogue camper!!!!

- He’ll admit that the masks you make are quite useful when dealing with unwanted guests, though; campers run from you and your terrifying creations way faster than they run from him. Hmm, maybe he’ll reconsider keeping your mask as a decoration...

Michael Myers

- Please, I beg you, put on one of your masks and stand behind him once. The way he’ll jump when he turns around will be the funniest thing you’ve ever seen. Don’t do it more than once, though, because the next time he’ll be an asshole and rip it off of you.

- He’s not afraid of them, but he’s not really fond of them either. He’ll get a bit huffy if you wear them around the house frequently, and they might start disappearing. He prefers to see your gorgeous totally average face, that’s all. 

- Let’s be real; no man is going to be brave enough to catcall you with Michael constantly following you around, but if somehow the opportunity arose for you to terrify a man with one of your masks, that would be one of the few times Michael laughed out loud. 

- It wouldn’t be a quiet laugh, either; crabby man would be bent in half laughing at the fact that some idiot man got scared by his sweet, adorable baby completely non-threatening S/O. Said idiot man is going to be dead by tomorrow, anyway, but still. 

- Pro tip: if Michael is getting huffy because you’re wearing a mask at home or ignoring him in favour of making a mask, offer him a deal. He gives you cuddles and/or kisses, you give him your attention. He won’t be happy about it, but he will absolutely take the deal. 

#reply #anonymous #slasher headcanons #slashers x reader #jason voorhees x reader #michael myers x reader #bubba sawyer x reader

[bisexual-horror-fan]

"Fucked Up." Stu Macher X GN! Reader.

Ayyy. Got some inspo from @pharmacykeys to do a lil Ghostyboy writing of my own! Something that has been in my head the past little bit. Comforting Stu who is having a little bit of doubt. This could be read as being set in the Two Boys Are Better Than One verse but context isn't needed, promise. Also just Stu is here but this IS a Poly!Ghostface thing! Let's get into it.

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Rating. NSFW For Gore And Blood Mention. Length. 766 Words. Stu Macher X GN! Reader. Poly!Ghostface. Warnings: Mentions Of Blood And Gore. Self Harm Mention. (It's not like you think, it was to help the boys get away with the murders.) Doubt. Comfort.

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“Do you ever…Regret what happened back then?”

You freeze. Pausing cutting potatoes for dinner, knife still in your grip you turn your head to Stu sitting at the table in the breakfast nook, he was already looking at you.

“What do you mean?” You asked as you held eye contact with him. He looks like he is considering what to say next, not like he doesn’t know what he wants to say but more like he is almost worried about saying it. That almost worries you in turn, it wasn’t like Stu to hold back.

Typically he always spoke his mind with you but you knew you should just be a little patient while he found the words. Whatever this was must be weighing on him.

He finally says, “I mean with you working so hard to pull us all back together, staying with us both after everything. Do you ever regret it?”

You laugh, head thrown back, hand on your chest as you suck down a deep breath. “Oh my God, Stu.”

Turn back to your task and continue chopping, a shake of your head, “You are too much.”

He scoffs, “I’m tryna bring up something serious and you are laughing, real nice.” You knew that tone. Trying to joke but some clear hurt cutting through, “You at least gonna answer the question?”

He was serious which meant that this was serious.

You put down the knife and turn back to him, leaning against the counter, “No Stu, I don’t regret it. What would I have to regret, exactly?”

He averted his gaze, licked his lips nervously and gave a half hearted shrug, “I dunno, sometimes…Just wonder if you’d be happier with someone less fucked up that Billy and I, someone normal and not a pair of fucking murderers.”

You push off the counter and walk over to him, fingers still dirty with salt and starch tilt his chin up to look at you. “Stu. Darling. Sweetheart. Why would I ever want someone ‘normal’? Whatever the fuck that means.”

He still seems unconvinced if the look in his eyes was anything to go off of. You start to slide into his lap, arms draped around his neck as you settle on his thighs, you press a kiss to his cheek and say softly, “I love you. I love Billy. I love us. Okay? And I don’t regret anything for a second.”

His hands find your hips, a squeeze with his strong fingers and he asks, “You mean it?”

“Course I do! Like I'd lie to you. Besides, I dunno why you act like someone normal would want me. It’s like-” You cock your head to the side, “-you and me and Billy are a matched set. Breaking us up is like blasphemy.” You lean in and give him another quick peck, “Plussss, you keep forgetting the biggest reason.”

“And what’s that? Refresh my memory.” Stu was smiling again, it was clearly genuine and it had you smiling even wider yourself. “That I-''

Your hand came up, his eyes were immediately drawn to those scars running up your bare arm that you bore from that night way back when. The same scars you carved into your own flesh to play your part so well and sell the fact that the three of you ‘survived’ the ‘real killer’.

He loved looking at them, tracing them, kissing over them, even seeing them is a reminder of how ridiculous he was being. You dug into your own skin with that knife they’d gifted you with such fervour, cut and bled and sobbed, that was more than enough proof of your devotion and dedication. To how well you three fit together that you did whatever was needed, even something so extreme.

Everyone gets insecure on occasion and needs small things to help ground them once more and he is no exception to that, he was so grateful that you helped him during these rare bouts of self doubt.

You lightly booping the end of his nose pulls him out of those thoughts and you finish your thought by saying, “-am just as fucked up as you two.”

He laughed, “Ah shit, you're right! How could I ever forget?” and his arms wrapped tightly around you, burying his face in the crook of your neck, starting to cover you in kisses until you were the one laughing out, “Yeah Stu! How could you?!”

Hands on his face you kiss him. Dinner could wait a few more minutes.

Fucked up past or not who cares when you are this happy.

#BHF writing #Something a lil softer #Stu Macher X Reader #was just in the mood for it you know? #Hope you all like it! #Poly!Ghostface x Reader

[dog-day-morning]

YOU OWE THEM NOTHING

People can be self-righteous when it comes to what they think God is supposed to do if, and when they call on Him. God is not a genie in a bottle that you rub, and a jinn pops out granting you 3 or 300 wishes. The saying faith without works is dead can be applied here. Have you ever heard of or read the book Daniel Webster and the devil? This tall tale or folklore legend was about a man who made a deal with old Slew Foot, and when it was time to pay up he had 2nd thoughts. Satan never plays fair. He's forever putting us in positions where we find ourselves desperate for a quick solution to a temporary problem that only leads to a difficult end. The Latin term for buyer beware is caveat emptor, and Satan knows how to spell. The power of a wicken comes from their basic weapon of spelling or casting spells by word of mouth. Even the Bible tells us that “Death and life are in the power of the tongue: and they that love it shall eat the fruit thereof.” Tell that to a Nicolaitan. Those who make deals with the most unclean should expect to suffer in the end. Never trust the father of lies who deals in treachery, and deceit. I look back at my mother's life and wonder if God had ever intervened for her, and fought her battles that surely He and only He would be able to deliver her from, and He has. Life is hard, for many it’s a nightmare that’s ongoing. Satan comes to you when you're at your weakest or most vulnerable in the hopes of snaring your soul into eternal suffering. Jesus comes to deliver us from death, sin, and temptations that confuse us in our trek towards His truth. If you have any aspirations of entertaining people with your gifted voice or your talent for playing lead guitar, don’t sign a contract that promises you the world only to find out you owe them your sweet ass which a man of honor wouldn't consider let alone make you cosign your body for their horn dog appeasement.

Revelation 2:9

9 I know thy works, and tribulation, and poverty, (but thou art rich) and I know the blasphemy of them which say they are Jews, and are not, but are the synagogue of Satan.

You're abundantly rich in spirit Yacob. Now’s the time to claim your position. These bastards have taken everything from you leaving your ancestors nothing but dust. If they could remove us off the face of the Earth they would. They're plotting to do so as you and I breathe, that's why the Father never sleeps. They are demon spawns who say they worship, and believe in God, but whose god, and what righteous god tells you to destroy a people with his blessing knowing what the children of Japheth have done to them historically? The spawns of Satan want your penuche, mouth, titties, and a-hole for their pleasure along with your talent that Justin Timberlake does not have. The new faces of R&B do not look like the people I grew up listening to or the race of people whose songs left an everlasting impression on my bleeding heart that helped me through my ill-fated, miserable existence. Robin Thicke, Christina Aguilera, K-Pop, the BackStreet Boys, and New Kids on the Block. Some of these groups are defunct, but they’re cranking out as many as they possibly can like Justin Bieber, and Demi Lovato. I just saw on YouTube where people were considering if Elvis Presley was Black, WTF?!! He was the biggest culture thief that Dr. Frankenstein, AKA Colonel Parker ever created. Man is cruel; Satan is a whole other type of bastard you shouldn’t entertain. I'm retarded. Some call me an idiot savant. YO MOMMA!!! People are blessed by the Father who has blessed many of us with gifts. There are many of you whom God has endowed with multiple talents that people would sell their soul in order to possess just one. If you're anointed by God to sing like Aretha Franklin may He lead you to sign with a label like Brother Carl Crawford's who won't make the same mistake he did with a very popular artist at this moment. More than likely you'll sign a contract entrusting your talent, blessing, and soul to the most unclean ones. Ain’t a reason in hell you should bow down or bend over for a leach like Mr. Friedman so he can butt bone your a-hole while enriching himself off your God given talents. God blesses those who seek him out, and those that don’t. I don’t know if Eddie Murphy went to Church, and sowed an offering every Sunday to God praying that the Father would make him the highest paid comedic actor in his prime. Richard Pryor was anointed in the womb to be the most blessed comedic talent, and influential comedian to ever walk this Earth bar none yet he and Mr. Murphy pursued their dreams in different ways with both of them becoming world renown. I'm inclined to ask, was it worth it?

Mark 8:36

For what shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul?

The synagogue of Satan isn’t a trending pop culture manifestation that’s to be esteemed, cherished, or envied. These cults are trying to maintain a stranglehold on a world that’s not meant for them or their sort. People who play with Ouija boards or childhood games like Bloody Mary, and light as a feather are ushering dark spirits into their homes leaving their loved ones exposed to something sinister. Get the hell away from me and mine unless you're my sister, AKA Ms. Skunk Funk, who needs to get the crust burnt off her musty, dusty drawers. The whore of Don Juan has a death wish. Explain to me how running with the devil beats walking with God?

Isaiah 59:7

7 Their feet run to evil, and they make haste to shed innocent blood: their thoughts are thoughts of iniquity; wasting and destruction are in their paths.

This Nation was built on our ancestor’s blood, sweat, and relentless faith. Believe me when I say there's strength in every tear. I pray to God that I don’t shed anymore of them. Their wealth is not. It's a stolen Promise that the Father shall reward His children with. Bring ye all the tithes into the storehouse, that there may be meat in mine house, and prove me now herewith, saith the Lord of hosts, if I will not open you the windows of heaven, and pour you out a blessing, that there shall not be room enough to receive it. The most glaring, and frustrating example that is also bitter and disheartening I can give you is our Promised Inheritance called Yisrael that the gentiles are squatting on. When a person or in this case a tribe or race of people believe in their own lies they've become reprobate; they're lost.

Revelation 3:9

9 Behold, I will make them of the synagogue of Satan, which say they are Jews, and are not, but do lie; behold, I will make them to come and worship before thy feet, and to know that I have loved thee.

This is what all of Esau's children fear. It's why the bland, colored people of the world are flipping over the Earth's axis, and killing us without any probable cause. They are a lawless people who've displayed their lack of empathy, and humanity for anyone save their own breed, they behave like blood hounds. I've become content with this planet being void of water (Holy Spirit.) Black people suffer from a social disorder called the crab bucket mentality. We hate to see anyone rise up, and we’ll do whatever it takes to keep them down or discourage them. That person may possess something that can benefit the collective, who cares. He who possesses that blessing needs to haul tail ASAP before the winter comes knowing the Father will bless him, and a downtrodden people beyond their wildest dreams. This is why Yeshua, and His Father call us children. It's why I pray, and bemoan to the Father daily that He slays me, putting the fear of the Lord in the heathen and His Son Christ Jesus uses us for His purpose. God doesn't need us, we need Him. He's given us so much power, and authority. When you acquire it, use it for something other than satisfying your sinful, carnal, flesh minded desires. Men, don't behave like horn dogs, and women do not behave as Aholah, and Aholibah, 2 whores.

Numbers 32:24

24 Build you cities for your little ones, and folds for your sheep; and do that which hath proceeded out of your mouth.

Out of thine own mouth you have power to tread over snakes and scorpions. You can exorcise demons and devils out of your present life braking generational curses which is what I' want for a family that's disowned me. To God be the glory. God is telling us to declare a thing, and claim it. What a mighty, just God we serve. Your tongue will become a weapon to use against the lawless ones who use theirs recklessly in their attempts to get us arrested or murdered by local, and federal authorities. You can call it giving them a taste of their own medicine, it isn't. You're reclaiming what they've taken, stolen, including those of us they've murdered.

Isaiah 54:17

17 No weapon that is formed against thee shall prosper; and every tongue that shall rise against thee in judgment thou shalt condemn. This is the heritage of the servants of the Lord, and their righteousness is of me, saith the Lord.

The thief cometh not, but for to steal, and to kill, and to destroy: I am come that they might have life, and that they might have it more abundantly. Speak positive prayers out loud if you can. If you live with your family or have a roommate pray in the closet. You'll have favor with God that many people won't. They rebuked the Lord, and their anger did tear perpetually, and they kept their wrath forever. When they use their privilege, which is what we call it more often than they, comprehending they’re fully aware knowing they use it with a Demonic, driven hatred. They persecute Black men, women, and children for reasons that are not godly, and the Father does not condone. They, and all the Earth will have to answer for our individual sins against the Father in the end.

Luke 10:19

19 Behold, I give unto you power to tread on serpents and scorpions, and over all the power of the enemy: and nothing shall by any means hurt you.

We don’t worship the same god as they do. They're praying to a god to erase us off the face of the Earth. Why hasn't he?.

Exodus 1:12

12 But the more they afflicted them, the more they multiplied and grew. And they were grieved because of the children of Israel.

Their birth rate is dropping steadily. For the first time in the history of the census they decreased in population globally while indigenous, and other races of people stayed steady or in our case increased. This is the reasoning behind these draconian abortion laws. They're trying to preserve themselves while God is eliminating the Earth of their bloody dominion. God is sending the wicked a message before the storm comes, but no one's listening. Their violence towards us is documented, and more often it's unprovoked. They continue with the guilty until proven worthy of their mercy dogmatic mantra which is racist BS. The Earth will be lulled back to sleep. When they're confident that their world isn't in danger of being challenged by anyone, especially us. That's when God will do things that will scare them right back to the caucasus mountains bringing destruction to those who've touched, bruised, and abused the Apple of His eye. Speak life into your angel spirit, don’t entertain the demon seed that's trying to kill you, and the rest of Earth's indigenous people. You have much authority, use it. Elohim. 9/23/2021

[theangrypokemaniac]

Ma and Pa James's Second Biggest Fan (we plough a lonely furrow) continues to find Ma Jess's appeal mystifying, since everything about her is negative:

1. Signing up for Team Rocket suggests someone of a morally dubious character to start with, but the truth lies in the clothing, and she's in black!

Black!

It's code for her personality:

• Jessie wears white:

Pure, beautiful, innocent, sweet-natured, not really bad, dealt a severe hand in life but a fighter.

• Cassidy wears black:

EVIL!!! EVIL, EVIL, EEEEEEVUL!!! FOUL SIRENIC TEMPTRESS!!! EVIL HEARTLESS BITCH STEALING JAMES'S NEVER-BEFORE-SEEN WEEPINBELL!!!

Speaking of which:

2. She was Madame Boss's best agent.

You don't get there being kind.

To reach that standing requires hundreds of successful heists, and we aren't talking nicking gold bars. It's living things.

How many Pokémon do you imagine she stole with merciless efficiency?

How many children did she set upon, pinching every animal they had?

How many innocent lives did she ruin by depriving kids of the pets they loved, never to see them again, eaten away with the not-knowing and the false hope?

The glory of her reign ran on the fuel of blood and tears.

What fate do you envision awaited those Pokémon? It's not exchanging one master for another, it's entering slavery.

Jessie and James aren't the epitome of Team Rocket. They are minnows on the outskirts, despised and mocked by most of their fellow members. The actual group isn't particularly famous for prioritizing Pokémon welfare.

The preferable outcome is being handed out to agents to help catch other victims. Otherwise it's transformation into a war machine, forced to fight on and on to the point of exhaustion and death, no doubt tortured and tested on to boot.

What happens if they don't come up to scratch or are pushed for years until too aged and broken to be of any use? Are Team Rocket ready to pension them off to animal sanctuary?

As if. It's euthanasia or on to the streets to waste away, if not fed to the strongest first.

Ma Jess knew this and worse occurred thanks to her, yet paid it no mind, and felt not a single twinge of guilt in that time of service, then met her end trying to draw another Pokémon into imprisonment.

Some might say it was a case of what goes around, comes around. As her behaviour led to God knows how many Pokémon dying alone, leaving their loved ones to wonder and grieve, so in turn did she die alone in the snow, and Jessie had to carry on without her.

I'm not against Ma Jess, I neither feel like or dislike, but I don't understand how so many fans can happily overlook her murky past of inflicting pain, instead elevating her to a semi-divine tragic heroine, yet apparently Ma and Pa's heinous offences of not stealing and treating Pokémon well are beyond forgiveness.

3. It's the Red Ribbon Army! Save yourselves!

Jessie joined Team Rocket to follow in Ma's footsteps. James went with her. Both moved (upwardly in scale, downwardly in morals) from Sunny Town's gang of petty thief kids to a complex Mafia organisation stretching its wriggling tentacles around the world to crush the air from its lungs.

Why? Ma Jess's baleful influence led the two down that path.

Of course Jessie wants to copy Ma, how and where else can she feel close to her?

There's not even a grave to visit!

Rising in the ranks and Giovanni's favour is both to strike it rich and take her place, becoming Ma in essence. That would make her proud, which is all Jessie ever wanted.

What alternative is there? Stay with Chopper and Tyra forever, ekeing an existence pickpocketing and shoplifting, until mortality comes calling sooner than is welcome, or get loaded quickly and retire early?

James theoretically could've gone home at this point, but when it came to which angry redhead he preferred to beat him up, he chose Jessie.

He was henceforth obliged to go whenever she led, even if it meant following the ghost of her mother into the jaws of evil.

They have an excuse, but what was Ma's for getting involved?

However much they boast and revel in their wickedness, the motto proves the couple still believe themselves on a noble quest, despite everything to the contrary, and why?

Jessie isn't about to accept that Ma Jess, whom she's probably idolized as one of few people to love her and a role model of how a woman should be, was nasty or unpleasant. If she was in Team Rocket, it must be good, whatever the outer appearance.

Except Jessie and James are bad at being bad. They are not master criminals. All their plans fail, rendering them poor and starving in consequence. The inner circle of Team Rocket will always be barred to them because they lack the inner darkness it requires.

The joke is they flourish in any other occupation, whether that be Salon Rocquet, reporters, or flogging merchandise and food at the League. If employed elsewhere they'd be better off, but they have to stay because Jessie can't let go, or bear the thought she might be a disappointment to her mother's name. A different career looks unworthy by comparison.

What, so Ma and Pa have got no son because of Ma Jess? They just wanted him to be a gentleman!

If she hadn't set such a terrible example to her daughter she might have an increased quality of life, but then had she done so Ma wouldn't be dead in the first place.

4. Can't pick 'em can she?

What was it that first attracted Ma to Windy Miller? Does she go for the rustic charm, or the promise of a lifetime's supply of bread to feed the abundance of babies planned?

Don't do it, Ma! He's an alky!

Some birds are like that you see. It's the maternal instinct gone haywire. They find a local reprobate and somehow decide he's really a damaged soul crying out for love, the scapegoat of a cruel society.

He's not evil, he's just misunderstood!

This is why you get nutters wanting to marry the Yorkshire Ripper: they put his 'mischief' down to bad women mistreating his gentle heart, but they of course are devoted to his happiness. They can change him.

You don't know him like I do!

In their fantasy, under the influence of a 'proper' woman he'll transform in to a flower-picking hippie, but not too much, they still like him to be dangerously 'manly' (keeps 'em on their toes), then they can feel smugly superior and more truly female than the 'lesser' breed who failed to tame his sexy pashuns.

And if there's one thing Windy has in abundance, it's raw animal magnetism.

Stop it, Ma! You can't help those who don't want helping!

She put up with the boozing, the flour dust and his somewhat limited communication skills, but what really let him down was the company he kept.

Ever after she would insist Pugh, Pugh, Barney McGrew, Cuthbert, Dibble and Grub led him astray. That's firemen for yer.

Cuthbert? That name's died out.

Sure enough, some point after Ma Jess was stuffed up the spout, old Windy legged it back to Camberwick Green, like the rascal he is, and not a sweet penny piece did she receive in maintenance, the bastard.

At least Ma James got pregnant by a man who stood by her.

She wasn't married to Windy Miller!

Oh, you mean they were living over the brush? I see.

It's all in your head!

Do it my way, and we have Pa Jess. Do it yours, and we're back to a cavernous emptiness. Unless you can supply a picture of the 'real' (pffft) Pa Jess, this is the best available.

Anyway, 'Jessie Miller' just sounds right.

Coincidence? I think not.

5. She went to look for Mew dressed like this.

I could forgive it had she gone in her normal uniform, that's just whimsy, but to have made some effort emphasises that it's not enough!

Some part of her understood a mountain might be a bit parky out, but this was deemed sufficient coverage!

What happened?

She bloody died didn't she?!

6. Ma Boss points the way to doom.

Ma Jess was at least loyal to the mistress she served, but it was a wasted dedication. She squandered her life obeying a heartless virago who could cast aside apparently valued staff without a qualm, whatever thanks she owed them.

The millions Ma Jess accumulated for Madame are probably uncountable, yet she was so worthless that, when dispatched to the mountain, on her own, expected to catch a Legendary Pokémon, by herself, which many doubted even existed, and wasn't likely to come quietly, or put up with orders, but then didn't come back, Madame Boss allowed her only child to sink into poverty and the infamous 'care' of the State.

Everyone knows what goes on there. Entering a home has replaced the workhouse as the place of dread.

Jessie might have been killed or attacked and it didn't remotely concern Madame Boss, unwilling to spare a meagre fraction of her massive fortune to give the girl she made an orphan any comfort or security.

What did she matter? Her mother failed. Why reward that?

In her turn, Jessie became just as obsequious to an undeserving master, who went further than his mama and actively tried to murder her, and still she suffers to please him.

Team Rocket devoured her mother, and now it's swallowed her.

Oh, and Madame Boss got her way upon discovering Mew's fossil, so Ma Jess died for nothing.

7. This.

I'm not surprised Mew wouldn't go with Ma. She probably sensed the vivisection awaiting, and didn't give a toss about the avalanche in revenge.

Mew hasn't got where she is today falling for any old shallow promises from a stranger, thank you.

Suppose the mission had worked, with Mew caught and gift wrapped for Madame's delectation: what then?

Perhaps Mew's power, proving so impressive, would've pushed any cloning scheme aside, leaving Mewtwo unborn and Mew as the mightiest weapon. Or in greed Madame Boss demands more, and in arrogance the scientists promise the earth, the seas and the heavens.

Mew I could see subjected to some non-lethal form of dissection, just to understand how she ticked, that is if they could build the cage to hold her.

As they couldn't, and catching Mew was never a possibility, then Ma Jess's sacrificed herself on a fool's errand, which was obviously one from the outset. If Mew was easy to handle she'd have been captured long before now.

Either Ma dies, Mew's safe, but Madame Boss starts the cloning scheme anyway, or Ma's victorious, Mew is a tool of Team Rocket and the scientists have more sample to experiment upon. Mewtwo is still made, alongside short-lived creations and dozens of unseen freakish abominations preceding.

Now Mewtwo isn't what you call at peace with himself, nor has he received a particularly wholesome experience. One could think Ma indirectly caused that. Her branch of the project may have fizzled to cinders but she still played her role.

What would her legacy have been but to help bring forth the being that wiped out mankind? Where's the future for Jessie when there isn't one?

It's not her fault, but she died in the name of cloning a biological disaster, the creation of synthetic life leading to the destruction of it all.

8. Let's have a gander at Ma in the anime:

• Can afford rent.

• Can afford a tray.

• Can afford crockery.

• Can afford condiments to add flavour to food.

• Can't afford any actual food.

Something's wrong there.

I intended to include affording clothes too, but now I'm not so sure.

I never took Ma to be a brown-all-over kind of woman. At least she gave the fancy stuff to Jessie.

For years I've assumed she wore a brightly coloured jacket, but now I suspect it's a red one heavily patched up, because buying a replacement isn't an option.

Really old clothes are being mended with whatever can be salvaged from even more worn-out clobber.

Best agent Madame Boss has and she's practically living in her own filth.

Team Rocket takes care of its own, eh?

Oh no, let's not get a proper job, one that allows me to provide for my daughter and doesn't ask for my life. Let's stay in this one!

9. Look at Jessie's face!

By her own admission, being tricked into eating snow is the best thing that ever happened to her during an 'otherwise wretched childhood', to the extent she doesn't know it was wrong!

I don't hear Ma and Pa doing that. The only ice James got was an ice-cream sandwich.

What kind of infancy did Ma Jess give the girl for her to be nostalgic about almost dying of malnutrition?

If we say that's a foster mother as in the sub, it means Jessie's fondest memory is after Ma died, which is too brutal for me.

Yeah, thank goodness she's snuffed it.

You think Ma might have taught her not to eat snow! She left her so ill-prepared!

Consequently the sub version makes Ma Jess an awful creature, although I don't see why that Jessie would so desire to mimic a mom she apparently doesn't care about.

10. She's not even bloody here!

I have no picture to signify absence, therefore I must show whom she left behind.

Ma Jess is Pokémon's answer to Bobba Fett: background figure, barely involved, no information, dies early, yet became a fan favourite nevertheless.

If nothing really exists, what is there to like? Why are you contented weaving smoke?

When Rocketshippers put forward the manga as proof, the Anti-Ships used to insist that it 'didn't count' for being set in a 'separate universe'.

If that still goes, and only the contents of the anime apply to the anime, well then it's bye-bye to Ma Jess and Madame Boss, because they aren't real either.

I sometimes think that's true. However traumatic, would Jessie not have acknowledged her mother by now otherwise?

We grasp the characters all had two parents in a nebulous fashion, although not being real people means they don't 'technically' need them, but Ma Jess is the only one who vanished to be granted a face. Why is she then ignored?

She's briefly glimpsed in a passing scene of a single episode of the first series and is never seen or referenced again. The sub doesn't even have that. Where was the use in creating her if only to leave that thread of the tale billowing in the breeze?

We may decide her actions affect Jessie's but we're only imprinting assumptions. She might as well have remained unwritten for all that's made of her.

What we can glean doesn't bode well, irrespective of things left unmentioned.

Her one redeeming deed was dying, thus at least she didn't choose to abandon Jessie. We may presume she'd have stayed with her girl given the chance.

By my reckoning that puts her as Fifth-Best Mother Of Pokémon, behind Ma Brock, Ma James, Dame Ketchum and Ma Boss, in that order.

Then they're those who claim she never died, so she just pissed off like everyone else, rendering her devoid of a single positive quality.

This is the woman you sigh and agonise over for decades.

Ma and Pa are right there, man! Show 'em some love!

#team rocket #ma jessie #jessie's mom #jessie #jessie's dad #madame boss #mewtwo #kanto #snow way out! #the birth of mewtwo

[bismillahnah-blog]

‧̍̊˙˚˙blue-eyed angel

summary: roger and brian are always kissing, but not as boyfriends. they are always kissing as bestfriends - at least that's what roger thinks -

warnings: children's first kiss, some angst, homophobia (mentioned), hints of depression, it changes POV after first flashback

author's note: first of all, I want to thanks @someone-get-a-medic for helping with the plot, title and being my alpha reader (they are awesome, really). in this fanfic, rog and bri have 2 years of difference, and roger's girlfriend isn't named (bc i don't like to make the boys ex's and atual girlfriends being bitches) but if you want you can imagine her as dominique. i've been working on this since i got 200 followers - THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH - so this is a kinda of a late gift. that's everything, bye guys!!!

I stayed still. With his lips pressed on mine, there wasn’t too much I could do. It was pure, angelic, and innocent; like the devil itself had decided to let the sin walk amongst the guiltless souls of children, with the approval of God.

Waking up, my mind was racing. I can’t stop my mind from going back to the moments that are still lucid in my thoughts. The kiss. How could I forget it? I mean, it was years and years ago, but I couldn’t stop my dreams even if I wanted to. In fact, I would give everything to go back to his arms.

Why, dear Roger, why?

The boy was just like the devil, with his blue eyes ready to drown anyone who dares to come closer. But, for me, there was a different danger hidden in his emotional but cold eyes. For me, the fire was now blue, and I was ready to get burned until my soul would beg for forgiveness.

Of course, I was in love, who wouldn’t be when Roger wouldn’t stop flirting? Since he discovered what he could do by only blinking his beautiful eyes, he wouldn’t stop using, but I think his kind of behavior started in his early years, because I am very sure our first kiss was shared when we were only kids. I can remember, I’m not crazy.

“Do you think they will get us, Bri?” Roger finally spoke after a very long moment of silence. They were running from a few boys who wanted to throw rocks at the blonde, but Brian, using his height as an advantage, tried to defend the little boy, but the only thing Brian could do was look scaring, and the other boys noticed this after a few minutes, and this is how Brian and Roger ended in a park, hiding in a tunnel slide, at night. The moon was the only witness.

“I think they are only trying to scare us, Rog”

“Isn’t that what you were doing?”

“Yes, but I wasn’t scaring. They are” Brian said, locking his hazel eyes in the little’s figure.

“I think you are scaring, Bri. Excep… Excep…-”

“Exceptionally, Rog” The older said, smiling to himself at the cuteness of the scene: Roger pouting his lips while trying to remember what was the word he was looking for.

“That thing!” Roger said, smiling for finally using adults words “Well, I think you were expect something scaring when you were doing that angry face”

“I was exceptionally scaring when I did my angry face? Like that?” Brian replicates the face he did moments earlier, wrinkling his forehead and crossing his arms in his chest, while he puff his cheeks.

“Yes, like that!” The laughter of the boys could be heard through miles, the echo walking through the walls of the tunnel, reaching the stars, making even the moon smile back.

“Mom and dad were fighting again today. So you know what I did?” Roger spoke again after the laughter died. The boy could never stay silent, even if he wanted, always wanting to make some noise.

“I went to watch TV, and I discovered something that only grown up persons do”

“What did you discovered?” Brian asked with curiosity. They were still young, no surprise that a lot of things were new to them, especially those that the adults wanted to hide from them.

“Two persons, with their lips into each other mouths!” The look of shock took over Brian’s face. He couldn’t believe it, who would do it a kind of thing like that? It was disgusting! Some boys and girls even eat mud with their mouths, so why put your mouth into it?

“Why would they do something like that?”

“I think that when someone likes each other, they kiss” Roger then started to describe the scene, trying to not let any details escape: his hands wouldn’t stop moving, his eyes trying not to meet the profound gaze of Brian, and trying not to mispronounce any big word that he has heard the characters saying.

“So, it’s called kiss?” The new word sounded strange after escaping Brian’s lips. He touched them, trying to imagine another pair of lips in his own.

“Well, the characters said that they could kiss again after this, so I think it’s called kiss”

Going back to these memories, Brian could swear he could hear the devil whispering in his ear at that night. “Do it, do it, do it”. How could he not accept Roger’s suggestion when himself, even at a young age, was already wishing to feel the blonde lips on his own, it was sinful, it was his one way ticket to hell. He knew that. Hell is not reserved for those parents who scream at their children after losing their tempers in frustration; is not reserved for those mentally ill who don't know what’s right and wrong. It’s reserved for those who know their actions are wrong and do them regardless of the consequences, regardless of the innocence of those who will be affected.

“If kiss is what people do for those they like, we can kiss too?” Roger was with his head on Brian’s lap. Brian, of course, jumped in his own seat: he thought the blonde was already sleeping after getting his hair played with for too long. It was a very rough day; Roger was tired after running all day from the kids who hated him and his sharp tongue, and Brian couldn’t help but come to rescue, the tunnel slide becoming their second house.

“I don’t know. Do you know how to do it, Rog?”

“I think I do. I didn’t ask mom and dad anymore because every time I asked, they would start fighting” Sadness took over the blonde expressions, he was starting to frown his eyebrows, and Brian was certainly sure he was remembering a scene that happened very often in his house.

“We can teach each other and get better at it!” The older spoke, trying to cheer Roger up, and it worked. His expressions lifted up as soon as the words left Brian’s mouth, with his blue eyes sparkling under the night.

“Well, in the movie I saw, the girl is in the boy’s lap” Roger got up, and Brian opened more his legs, already knowing where this was leading to. He was already thirteen and asked his parents about kissing, and they explained him everything, wanting nothing but to give more acknowledge for their little boy, but before he could tell Roger, they were already running from the other kids, holding firmly into each other hands.

“But we don’t have a girl!” Brian said, resting his hands on the blonde’s wrists.

“Well, my friends say that I look like one. Let’s try it, Brian!”

“But I think only people who love each other can kiss”

“So you don’t love me?” There it was, those eyes that were ready to turn into an ocean of tears. Brian couldn’t support the thought of seeing his little boy crying, so he decided to do what Roger wanted, knowing that would make he stops crying.

“Of course I do, Rog. That’s why I will kiss you” The biggest smile emerged in Roger’s face, his canine teeth still forming, making him look even more innocent

Roger was getting closer to Brian, trying to catch the older’s lips, but with a giggle Brian was dodging every attempt of the blonde

“Stop, Bri!” Roger tried to sound angry, but his laugh gave him away. Putting his arms around Brian’s neck, he finally success to stop the giggles, and they finally look into each other eyes. There is something about the older’s gaze that send shivers down Roger body, his breathing becoming softer, while Brian’s become faster, Roger is relaxing while the older is tensing up. Then, it finally happened.

The meeting of their lips was nothing like some movie scene, after all, this was their first kiss, but it was such an innocent thing, only one touch to make they melt into each other, transforming their souls in one.

“You have to open your mouth, silly” Roger said in an undertone “And close your eyes!”

Brian couldn’t do anything but obey, he was now under the spell of Roger, he would do anything to feel his lips again, and he was the only one to blame. He closed his eyes and let his mouth open, arching to feel Roger lips again. Roger comes closer again, and this time it was what they could say, a ‘proper kiss’, with the blonde’s tongue slipping into Brian’s mouth. Brian put his hands in Roger’s neck, following his instincts, while Roger hands goes to the older wrist, readjusting his posture to make it easy to feel Brian’s body, with their foreheads touching and heads moving along the rhythm of their heartbeats.

“I think this thing, this 'kiss’ is wonderful, Bri!” The little one finally says when they separate their lips from the lack of oxygen.

“We can do this anytime you want, Rog.”

They certainly did, Brian can remember and quote every time he and Roger kissed. But not as boyfriends, not even close to that. They kissed as a friend, as a silent promise that everything was going to be okay.

Of course, when they were in their teen tears, everyone found strange that two boys would still be kissing even after knowing what it means to kiss someone, but they couldn’t stop. The lust was already in their veins, and it was ready to stay in their hearts.

The most memorable moment to Brian was when they were kissing and Roger’s girlfriend saw it. There was a lot of screams, fighting, explaining and an ugly break-up, and Brian blamed himself for weeks, until they kissed again - and Brian would repeat every action again just to feel Roger’s soft lips -.

But now, they were full-grown up mans, with Brian being twenty-seven and Roger being twenty-five, it wasn’t accepted by their parents that they would still be kissing each other, even after Roger married a woman he had met at college, and they would always blame Brian. It was him who didn’t try to stop Roger, it was him who made the boy do this, it was him and his first kiss against everyone else.

“For God’s sake, you are both grown up! You have to know you can’t just kiss your friends like that, especially you Roger, who has me as a girlfriend” The girl — Brian never bothered to learn her name, thinking this was just one of Roger’s short relationships — was screaming, tears running down her cheeks. Roger and her had meet in college, during lunch, and Brian was the one who helped the blonde dress up in every date they had, even if his heart would break every time, but he was more frightened in letting Roger’s down than fixing his own heart.

“But I kiss Brian because of that! Because he is my best friend” Roger mouthed, trying to pacify his girlfriend.

“This is disgusting! If you both don’t stop with this… this…” she was trying to find words that wouldn’t hurt Roger, but only for him. If Roger wasn’t there, Brian was sure she would have threw a few things at him “this stupid craze! If you don’t stop with this stupid craze, it will all be over, you heard me? Over!” She then storms out of the room, slamming the door, leaving broken souls behind.

Of course Brian made Roger obey his girlfriend, he could see that the blonde cared about her deeply, but yet he never noticed the sparkle in those blue eyes every time he and Roger talked.

They stopped kissing each other, leading to them going separate ways, and also to their parents talking behind their backs how much they were relived that the kisses finally stopped.

Brian couldn’t care less about the other’s opinion, he only wanted to have Roger back in his arms, it doesn’t matter if it was as best friends or as lovers, as long as their lips were pressed together, their foreheads touching and their hearts synchronized in one beat.

The sun was already rising, and Brian noticed that he went on another night only thinking of the blonde. Getting up of his bed, the man decided to make some coffee; after all, he deserved an amount of caffeine, so his body wouldn’t give up after some work. Heading to the kitchen, Brian starts to pour some water in the kettle, until he hears a knock in the door.

'Who could it be? There are no friends, no family… no Roger, who would want to see me’ he thinks while walking to the door, the time slowing down so that the two souls at different sides of the door could reconnect. Brian opens the door, and it’s surprised when he sees the very well-known blonde hair, the blue eyes, the little nose, the soft lips, his soft lips.

“Roger? What are you do-” The man was stopped by lips being pressed against his, and if the blue eyes of Roger were the gateway to the soul, his lips were the same thing for the body.

They were passion, the promise of the sweetness that was coming, it was the promise of realness, of the primal desire that lives in the boys. Brian wasn’t just surprised, he was beyond happy, he could feel the devil slipping away to give place to his angel, his blue-eyed angel who was now with his arms resting in Brian’s shoulders, his blue-eyed angel who was now at his tip-toes, trying to stand tall. His blue-eyed angel with his pink soft lips.

“I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have listened to her. I know it’s very early, but I need to tell you something” The words were running out from Roger’s mouth, and he couldn’t be bothered to try to get them, his face was red from the kiss and his blonde hair was messy — Brian couldn’t help but mess with his hair every time they kissed -.

“Rog, come inside, and then we will talk” Leaving the doorway, Brian went to the couch, sitting there and waiting to Roger to follow. The blonde follows closely, closing the door behind him and sitting in Brian’s lap.

“I missed you so much” his head was resting in the older’s shoulder, while his hands were wandering through his chest

“I can’t believe I was such a fool, obeying that woman, thinking she was right, thinking we were… only friends”

“How did you-”

“Brian, please” He rearranged his posture, putting his hands at each side of Brian’s neck, his legs resting at each side of Brian’s leg, his heart beating at the same time as Brian’s heart. “We both know, there is no point in denying. We love each other, don’t we?”

The older was in a loss of words, his dream was coming true, Brian was starting to think that this was all a dream, and soon he would wake up to an empty bed, with another disruption at his heart.

“I thought it was pretty obvious” Brian finally said something, sounding more like a silent praying than an answer, stealing a laughter from the blonde's lips. God, how much he missed that laughter, those eyes, those lips, those touches.

The sun that was coming from the windows reflected into their eyes, making their body glows, embraced into each other. From that day, Brian knew that now they weren’t best friends anymore: they were ready to take the next step. Only Roger Taylor and Brian May against the world.

“Will you promise me to never leave my side? Even if those boys come back?”

“I promise, Rog”

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otomates said: "I'm sorry I waited so long." Raihan's smile, uncharacteristically self-deprecating, wanes as he stares down at their hands, fingers laced through in a loose hold between them. He shifts so that he isn't fully facing Piers, but pulls his hand with him so that he's holding it against his chest, staring up at the ceiling. "To apologize for being a arsehole, I mean. We both know it's always been there." He closes his eyes and lets out a long sigh. "It should've come before I told you I loved you."

↪ SELECT: Unprompted ( @selfietake​ )

His apologies was met with silence. Piers wasn’t looking at him, doesn’t stir when Raihan shifts and takes his hand in his. He was staring staring at one spot of the fabric of his blanket, eyes shifting from one to another as he allowed Raihan’s words to really sink in. He had already gotten emotional the last time they had this conversation, where the first ‘I’m sorry’ came out. He shed his tears then, he doubts he has anymore, but the pool that started to form in his eyes said something different. 

It should've come before I told you I loved you. Raihan’s attitude runs deeper than his snarky behavior and phone addiction, like Pier’s own went deeper than being the lonely goth kid hiding in the corner of the region. He knew this, far before Raihan got into the habit of telling him he loves him more than once a day. “Maybe it should’ve.” He mumbled, his voice flat as he raises a hand to wipe the corner of his eyes with his palm. 

He remembers back then, how at his core, Raihan was nothing more than an arrogant man who spoke pedestals above others. How he clearly needed to be put into his place, something Leon thankfully didn’t hesitate to do just that. 

“...It did hurt.” Especially when he was already an outcast at the time. A style that was unpar with anyone in Galar; both in terms of clothing and in battling. Despite him being one of the more powerful gym leaders, himself and his ‘gym’ in its entirety was not generally favored by anyone else. He’s sure his personality didn’t help with his already struggling reputation; his music was more of a saving grace to hide the fact he was the more quiet of the gym leaders, the one who didn’t stick too long during the afterparties. The one people only could describe him as ‘shady.’

Piers knew everything that was said. The subtle insults, the whispers that questioned why he was even considered part of Galar’s history every time he walked past, the reminders that he could never be what everyone else. Someone that legitimately mattered. 

Of all the people that was a ball of it all, the one who had to put it in front of his face every time he was brought up in one of his special interviews, it was Raihan. Anything Piers heard strangers say about him, Raihan was the one who repeated it, whether it was in a way that was worse than what they said or not.

Piers finally blinks up at him. He notices Raihan’s changed expression, as if he didn’t expect to hear that Piers knew his old intentions for doing what he did. Piers was quick to give a reassuring smile, leaning up to leave a small kiss on the corner of Raihan’s lips. “It doesn’t as much anymore.” He promises, freeing his hand and taking one of Raihan’s instead, putting the dragon user’s palm again Piers’ cheek so he can rest his head. “I got used to it.”

Just like how he knew of people gossiping behind his back, he knew that he used to not be favorite on Raihan’s list. He took quick notice that he preferred to be in a different room than him, the displeasured look in his eyes whenever they were forced to work together for one thing or another. Granted, that was his default attitude when it came to the other gym leaders as well, but in Piers’ eyes it seemed to be a lot worse for him. Raihan never spoke proudly of Spikemuth, much less to be placed in the rank right above Piers. He never had pleasant things to say about him, about anyone else, about how he doesn’t follow tradition in Dynamaxing his own Pokemon. He remembers Raihan admitting he thought he was annoying, and Arceus knows Piers picked up that fact the moment they laid eyes on each other. 

At some point, it stopped being something to be hurt over. After this sort of treatment from everyone, the treatment that still continued even now, it became more something he put into his daily life. The taunts and looks were things he had to force himself to not care about. The easiest way to accomplish this was simply to avoid. To not spend too much time around people more than he was required to do. It became his usual routine, to simply not care anymore, to not look at Raihan whenever he tried to get his attention and to do his own thing. His more important goal was to keep Spikemuth from sinking, to do what he could to prove to himself and to others that he was capable of taking care of himself and saving his name. If it was something he had to do alone, to keep Marnie away from the talk he had to face, then so be it.

“For the longest time, I thought you hated me.” Much longer than it should have been. “Even during… the almost two years you say you had feelings for me, I thought you hated me. I had already accepted that I wasn’t going to be anything more than competition, and now I had to deal with you stopping to say hi to me in the lobby?” He snorts, tilting his head just slightly to kiss Raihan’s palm to show he was only half joking. It certainly was a surprising change in his eyes at least. To go from someone that had talked big and stayed big for so long, to now the man who tried to act like a friend you can joke with whenever they got any sort of break. “I feel kind of bad, honestly. For ignoring you for as long as I did. For not saying hi back whenever you tried to make small talk with me. I simply thought it was near impossible for you to like me, much less see me as someone you wanted to spend time with. I’ll be honest, I thought you were trying to be nice out of pity for me. And then…” He genuinely laughs now, a small smile as he thinks back fondly at the memory. “You.. stopped mid interview because you saw me. You just stepped away from the spotlight.. Because you wanted to talk to me.”

He pauses, letting go of Raihan’s hand when he felt his hair getting tugged. Turning around, he saw the Deino attempting to make trouble again, her blindness proving to not be in her favor when the only way she could find her trainer was by biting into his long hair. “I guess in that moment is when I realized you really were trying to make peace.” He continues, shifting so he could pick up the gifted Pokemon and place her securely in his lap. Already she was trying to find things to put in her jaws by snapping at the air, Piers’ only option was to finish what he wanted to say in a hushed voice so he could keep the Deino calm. 

“I gave you a chance after that. Because I saw you were trying, and there was something.. different about you. I guess those beat downs from Leon really proved to do their job, hm?” He teases, watching the Deino make herself comfortable by curling up in his lap. “I never wanted to bring up how you used to treat me, never really felt like asking why the sudden change happened, simply because it was things I wanted to put behind me now that you were genuinely making the change, and… well, because I didn’t see the point to it. I didn’t care for it anymore, sad to say or not; there was never a revenge plan. Never something to use for blackmail. I figured maybe the both of us wanted to ignore it ever happened.”

He says it, yet knows of the inner turmoil he felt during that time. He can’t fully blame Raihan for it, not when there was some percentage of it remaining because of current different factors. It was easier for him to say that he wanted to ignore that it ever happened, but as his bright eyes darkened the more he spoke showed that his past self held a stone in his heart that was hard to explain.

He thought back to that day. The usual routine of having to wait in the sidelines, the gym leaders’ losses not in full vain as a gym challenger made their way towards fighting the most powerful trainer in the whole region. It was going to be a normal fight, until Raihan for some reason stepped into the field. Where he declared his love, he later learns that its more than a year’s worth, for Piers in front of Galar in a way that was impossible to fly over his head.

Much to everyone’s surprise, he accepted his confession that day.

He doesn’t know what he signed up for when he did it. He wasn’t prepared to be the subject of Raihan’s extreme acts of affection. Or to finally be able to sit back and breathe when it came to defending a town he so deeply called home, because there was no need to try and do it on his own anymore. The person that spoke negatively about his gym for so long now became its biggest supporter. The man he never dreamed he would see himself as a friend towards was now the one that held him in his arms almost every night just so he could get some proper sleep. Now he was the one he doesn’t mind kissing in the privacy of his room until too much time has passed. He doesn’t know where the same loving feelings towards him came from, or when those feelings came to be, but… “I guess I liked you back, despite it all, because I saw who you really are. Someone with a heart, someone more than just the popular guy.”

Doing his best to remain careful not to wake the now sleeping Deino, he shifted so he could sit closer to Raihan, enough so he can rest his head against his shoulder. “I knew you were sorry because you said you loved me. I know you’re sorry because you send me good morning letters every day, no matter how much you like to complain about having to write letters just to talk to me. Everything you’ve done for me… the fact you still want to be with me, from you treating Marnie with respect and from you being the loudest out of all my Team Yell members whenever I have a match with a trainer, that's what I saw as your apologies for everything you did. I already knew. I already felt better about anything and everything because I’m around you.. You finally doing this, it just makes me find more reasons to love you.” He trails off, his hand holding onto Raihan’s as his thumb drew circles at the back of his hand. He can’t remember the last time he had been this open, Arceus knew even Marnie doesn’t know half of the things he had just admitted, but he’s grateful that he was talking to him. “I waited a long time to hear those words, Raihan, not just because I wanted to see you own up to it, but also simply so it gives me a reason to say… I forgive you.”

He lets out a soft sigh, sitting up so he could fumble with gifted scrunchies and undo the mess that was his hair, casually getting ready to turn in for the night. They had a long history together, one that wasn’t filled with many happy memories as one would assume. He can only hope having this conversation reassured Raihan enough, that he held no ill will against him for everything he had done. More than anything right now, Piers simply wanted to make more memories with him. Memories with the two of them as a couple, that he can look back on years from now and smile over it.

With the peaceful Deino now nudged off his lap and onto her corner of the bed, he gently places his hand on the side of Raihan’s face and turns him so he can fully look at him. He stares at him for a brief moment, only to lean in for the kiss he’s been dying for the entire time. It was his usual softer one’s compared to the ones Raihan loved to deliver, breaking away so he could nuzzle into the side of his neck. “You’re not the guy I want to avoid anymore, my beloved, now you’re a person I don’t want to live without.”

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Chapter 3 // Simple

Previous chapters can be found in my masterlist :)

I recommend listening to the song “listen to your heart” by The Maine.

Carter and Calum texted each other all morning. He had finally convinced her to come to a small party Ashton was hosting.

It took a lot of convincing considering Carter was never was the party type of girl. But Calum promised it would be few to no people and extremely relaxed. With that in mind Carter had to agree. She herself was dying to see Calum again. She didn't realize how much she missed him and the boys.

Carter dressed in her usual attire. Just a simple t-shirt and black jeans, added with her black Doc-Martins.

By the time she was ready to leave, the party had already started. She wasn't late because she was working on her outfit. She just honestly didn't want to go. But she hadn't seen Luke and Michael in so long and Calum said that Like would be there. So she grabbed her keys and locked her apartment door and walked up the steps to the not so busy streets of outer LA.

Cater walked down to the subway to find she only had about a minute or two to wait for the train she needed to arrive. As she waited she got her phone out opening up Spotify and plugged her headphones in. She decided to listen to Lana Del Ray.

It was about a forty minute ride to the stop closest to Ashton's Flat. But even though it was the closest stop she still had about a ten to fifteen minute walk. She didn't mind though she was already late what's another ten minutes?

As soon as she arrived she knew she was under dressed and it wasn't a small relaxed party as promised.

Carter was about to just leave, seeing as this was not her scene at all. But then she saw them.

All her worry faded away though as soon as she saw the only reason she even came. Calum was standing in the kitchen waiting exactly where he said he would be, Luke and Ashton close by. He was dressed in a simple t-shirt and black jeans topped with a leather jacket, making her feel less worried about her attire.

As soon as Calum saw her he felt as though it was the first time he had smiled all night. Not even waiting for her to walk all the way to him, he decided to meet her in the middle.

"After about an hour I wasn't sure you were gonna show."

"Well up until about twenty minutes ago I wasn't." She knew she made a last minute decision in coming but she wasn't late because of it, Calum just didn't need to know that. But Calum still knew Carter wasn't joking about making a late decision to come, and he couldn't help but laugh at her comment anyways.

“Is that Carter?” Carter averted her eyes from Calum to behind him to see, a completely different looking, Luke. “Damn, have you changed.”

Carter rolled her eyes at him cause she didn’t change that much, only outgrew her baby face and started wearing makeup. She still had the same glasses she wore in high school, same hair style except instead of a full head of purple only the ends are purple now. She certainly didn’t change as much as him. She gave a snarky reply of, “and that’s coming from you.”

They could all tell she was joking based on the smile embracing her face. Luke went in to give her a hug while saying, “I know I got hot, no need to comment on it though.”

Calum and Ashton burst into laughter and Carter joining with a chuckle of, “but it is true,” as Luke and her separated from the hug.

Luke and Ashton decided to head back into the kitchen leaving Carter and Calum to themselves in the hallway.

"Come on Carter, lets go outside. There's less people out there." He lightly grasped her arm and led her outside.

Calum led her to two chairs away from everyone. Calum dramatically held both his arms out pointing to one of the seats. "Your throne," Calum then bowed his head while having a smirk play at his lips.

"We both know I'm no royalty" Carter’s family was never poor, but she certainly wasn’t getting more than one small Christmas gift a year and only movie nights on her birthdays. They just couldn’t afford to spend money on wasted items and Calum always knew that no matter how secret she always tried to keep it. Calum was one of the only people who ever gave her birthday gifts or random things here and there. They always left her feeling guilty cause she couldn’t do the same back.

"And we both know that has always been a lie." They both let out a slight chuckle but Cal's was heavy and weighted with nerves that he hadn't felt in years.

"I see your still as emo as when we were in high school." Calum observed the Mayday parade shirt that Carter still had from when she saw them in high school. Also the all black theme she was sporting went very well with the notion. A different look to what she had been sporting at the bar a couple weeks ago.

Calum on the other hand was wearing all black, but Carter knew that wasn't his usual attire lately. "And you have seem to made it only a phase."

It was pure joking on Carter's part and Calum could tell from the smile she was wearing. "My attire may have changed, but believe me all four of us only became more emo over the years."

"Your new style suits you," carter complimented while rolling her eyes sarcastically with her next comment. "Even though I feel betrayed here."

"Hey, I said that I would be emo forever with you, that doesn't include the clothes." They both broke into laughter and Calum couldn't help but feel all of the nerves he had, at the beginning of the night, fade away.

Their laughter drowning out the rest of the crowd and people allowing for another everlasting night.

....

Her and Calum talked about everything and nothing for hours. It was probably around 2:00 a.m. when they finally realized the party was dead. Looking inside, Carter could only see Ashton and Luke cleaning. She took that as her que to go help and then get ready to head home. Before she could get up though Calum was talking again.

"You love this song." It took her a minute to process what he just said until the lyrics started sinking in.

We're too young this is never gonna work

She could still remember the first time she listened to that song. Her and Calum were just sitting in her bedroom listening to random music. Calum still remembers her whispering how she adored this song.

That's what they say, "your gonna get hurt"

Calum stood up and held out his hand for her. All she could do was scoff at him. He knew she didn't dance, well at least not in public places where others could possibly see her.

"Come on just take my hand, no one's watching."

She reluctantly took his hand, and he immediately pulled her close to him. "Cal this isn't a slow song," Carter said while pulling back putting about a foot between them.

"So is it a mosh song then?", Calum began to jump a little swinging Carters arm.

She beamed at him, "Of course." Calum released Carters hand and they both began to jump and shout the lyrics at each other. It probably seemed childish to people looking in on them, but to them in felt like they were back in high school. It felt easy to be childish again.

They started singing the lyrics at each other. Each of them taking a turn and as they sang they stuck their faces out towards the other.

This promise doesn't have to be so loud,

Just whisper I could find you in a crowd.

I think it's time we ran away.

Your father says I'm not good enough for you.

Your mother she thinks that this is just a phase,

I think that we should run away.Don't listen to the world, they say we're never gonna make it.

Don't listen to your friends, they would've never let us start.

Don't listen to the voices in your head,

Listen to your heart.

As Carter and Calum stared into each other's eyes with the biggest smiles on their faces, It felt safe. It felt simple. Neither of them would do this with anyone else. It would be too embarrassing, but with each other it was normal. It felt like nothing changed even after all these years.

Don't listen to the world, they say we're never gonna make it,

But I know we'll make it.

When the song ended another The Maine song came on and Calum commented, "who gave Luke control over the music?"

The two began to do the same thing to the song Right Girl without a regret in the world.

As Carter and Calum danced around laughing to each other, Luke and Ashton couldn't help but notice.

"I can't believe Carter made her way back into our lives again." Luke was still shocked by the coincidence. At first he hadn't believed Ashton when he told him.

Ashton let out a content sigh, "God am I glad she did." Ashton Hadn't seen Calum smile like that for too long, it was overdue. And Ashton being him, he decided to take a video.  He saw how when the two danced around to the music the world disappeared in a sweet bliss.

A/N: well......................... it’s longer. It’s so freakin cheesy the pizza is five inches thick.

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God gave me so much ... and I am assuming so that I can help other people who have gone through the same thing since I came out of the storm damaged but stronger.

God gave me childhood issues so I can understand and help other children who went through some of the same things. Substance abuse issues in the home, loud fighting, verbal sometimes turned physical abuse, an absent biological father replaced with a great man/step dad yet I still had abandonment issues wondering how someone could walk away from a child they made. And many more..

God gave me a son at 18 because he knew I would be the best mom at 18, better thsb Id ever be at 30 or 40... he had other things planned for me. Knew wed kinda grow up together and knew that was best for us both.

God gave me the ability to see continuing to go back to the cheating abusive ex was going to get me no where and helped clear an exit plan that led me to meet lots of interesting people in my life. Help a family who needed me , and eventually return to my home town and start my life over with my toddler, the love of my life, my little man in tow. My son is my biggest blessing, the biggest heart you'll ever meet that was raised by me alone for a while then with the influence of his step dad he learned sometimes you need to not have suck a big heart, but we both know its just a cover because pain in that big heart of his hurts so bad putting up a wall is easier.

God gave me his step dad to show me how a real man takes care of his family, and also to teach me that "taking care" of your family isn't always enough. You need to love them unconditionally and tell them so. Taught me arguing is worthless because no one ever wins. Taught me crying is weak. Taught me I was so imperfect I wasn't worthy of having kids with his perfect self. Taught me that being me was wrong, and that I needed to always act like an adult and not embarrass him. Taught me that putting holes in the walls is ok, but only him, no one else could. Taught me nothing is more important than money, especially happiness. So much more I just don't feel like talking about anymore.

God gave me the man I am engaged to now to teach me that love is unconditional after all, . ...what being taken care of really means, and all that stuff my ex taught me can be healed with time and isn't true at all.

God took my mother when I was 29 sco I could understand and help others in my life who will inevitably lose parents in my lifetime. ...then all 4 of my grandparents, a bunny, dogs, great old friends, a few new freinds around my age... all lost within the next 10 years. Left me with a deep overflowing hole which manifested itself into fibromyalgia and PTSD.

God gave me endometriosis so I could understand, sympathize with and educate other women with the same condition.

God gave me fibromyalgia, PTSD, chronic pain, adrenal fatigue, chronic fatigue, anxiety, depression, etc... so I could get through them and come out stronger... still working on it.

God gave me teens in my life who had an alcoholic mom just like I did because he knew Id understand them and give them a safe place to land when they needed it, and I will forever be their momma and I am so proud of that. I just wish I had been able to help thier moms before it was too late.

God made me a stress junk eater so I could get fat and unhealthy and eventually learn about food and start trying to eat what my body needs instead of what my mind thinks it wants and to stick to an exercise plan.

God made me hypermobile (Ehlers Danlos Syndrome) and all the pain and aggravation that comes with it so I can again understand, sympathize with, educate and help others with the same issue.

God made me break my leg so I would know what extreme pain felt like. ...so i know my daily pain may be terrible, its nothing in comparison, and the inconvenience of a broken leg is wayyyyy worse than the inconvenience of chronic pain so when I heal I can do more with my life, ...not let the pain stop me so much, and educate others how to do the same. Maybe also so Id learn to slow down, and start meditating, who knows this broken leg may change my life. Im still sticking with my exercise, even if it is just moving enough to get the blood flowing and maintain some muscle tone.

There's so much more but im exhausted, so Ill continue tomorrow. I offer you to ask me anything. I've been through so much in my life. A lot worse that I didn't list and some not so bad, I can give advice on almost any subject. Feel free to ask. I love to give advice. The empath in me who is also slightly able to talk to loved ones past, usually has some good advice, sometimes with not sure if its me or your loved one giving the advice, because I'm completely new to that gift, but good advice usually. (Can't promise always). Goodnight!!

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