#ty and who is currently going by cyrus

[pastafossa]

Happy Birthday and a merry 6 years to TRT! 🎂 🎁 🎈 🎉 🍰

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Some FUN TRIVIA FACTS:

TRT's sun sign is VIRGO and its moon sign is LEO!

After 6 years, its current wordcount is 932k words. If you put that in size 12 arial font, single-spaced, this would come to about 2000 pages, and even more if the pages were the usual mass market paperback size!

TRT is now 40 in cat years!

The Man in the White Coat is my tribute to the Mad Scientist trope common in scifi, which is one of my favorite genres!

It is old enough developmentally to tie its shoes! Keep going, TRT!

Ciro is partially inspired by John Marcone from The Dresden Files!

TRT shares a birthday with literary great Agatha Christie! Maybe I'll introduce poison-based murder into the fic in her honor...

The idea of seeing threads came to me after seeing a meme about red threads tying soul mates together. Everything that came after - the other threads, the thread world, how it works, is unique to TRT!

TRT is now longer than War and Peace, and Crime and Punishment combined! So if you've read all of TRT so far, then you have the perfect middle finger to anyone who tries to say you can't focus on longer stories!

The inciting penguin documentary that Foggy drunkenly watched (which led to him declaring Matt and Jane 'penguins') was about Adelie penguins specifically!

Jane has a leather jacket because I love leather jackets and think all badass characters should have a leather jacket! And so you should you! EVERYONE DESERVES A COOL LEATHER JACKET.

The long hiatus between Chapter 4 and Chapter 5 was because I had life things pop up. During that hiatus, I realized the plotline/ending needed some work, so I spent those two years outlining, and I also wound up doing a bunch of additional novel writing classes just because I wanted to learn. A lot of this wound up influencing TRT!

The grey threads are one of the only threads that no one has solved yet!

There are absolutely some bad people working for Cyrus James. There is also a guy named Kyle. He is there not for Evil Purposes (tm) but instead because this was the only place he could work that would allow him to pay off his student loans.

When I started TRT, I thought maybe 5 people total would read it. I was told five people total would read it by some shitty people. So I wrote it expecting five total people would read it, and told myself at least I'd enjoy it, and I could use it to learn. In other words: I had ZERO idea TRT would take off like this. None. Nada. Zip. AND LOOK AT US NOW, BABY. FUCK THE HATERS, 6 YEARS AND GOIN' STRONG.

Based on my outline, we're a bit over halfway to the end!

I hope you enjoyed these TRT funfacts. And I hope you know: this fic isn't just me. It's you, too. This fic has become so much larger than just me. It's the TRT playlist you've sent songs in for that keeps me inspired when writing. It's the fanart I look at to give me a boost. It's your sweet comments and likes and kudos and messages that encourage me when I'm sick or depressed. It's the people who've made friends over this fic, or who've been inspired to write fic themselves, adding beautiful works to the community that we all use to keep going. It's all of this love for both TRT and Matt, and I'm so happy that I've been able to contribute in at least a small way in keeping Charlie!Daredevil love alive even after the show's been gone for years now. I love you all so, so goddamn much. I love this fandom. I love TRT with all my heart. Thank you so much for being a part of these past six years through cancelations, through your high school and college years and beyond, through my ups and downs of moving and sickness and fiberglass and pandemic craziness, through late night chapter drops and wild twists and turns.

And I hope the next few years as we enter the second half of this story are just as amazing!

#the red thread

[finniestoncrane]

hey congrats on 1K!! i’ve just followed you recently and have your fanfics saved to check them out when i have free time, your writing is banger💪😎

mind if i get a no. 9?

i’m scottish and currently in my last year of uni. i study english and film and those 2 things are pretty much my hobby as well. i write scripts and make short films with my friends. but im kinda an introvert and have episodes of depression; but we move lmaoo.

i’m a brunette and my hairstyle is like a shag/wolf cut, just really choppy and weird looking. i keep good hygiene but most of the time i look insane bc i have oily skin, bitten nails, hairy legs, messy hair, etc. i’m 5”2 and 11 stone, so i’m built like a goblin. i wear clothes that are baggy bc i find it comfy. my eyes are blue, like that miley cyrus staring meme blue, they’re intense and scare me.

hope this helps lmaoo idk what to write. thankyo!!

🎀 No.9: Ever Fallen In Love With Someone 🎀

tell me a little bit about yourself and i'll give you a rogue pairing a/n: aaaaay country mate! also i studied film too (with added theatre)! and ty so much ;-; 💚 1k milestone info! 🔞minors dni🔞 • kofi • tag: finnie1k

going insane here, doing something i've never done before, please don't hate me i know he could be considered divisive but john doe is an absolute sweetheart and i won't be told otherwise and he'd make an excellent friend/so

ok so short films and writing are such creative endeavours. he's never not trying to record his little ventures. i think he would love to indulge his creative side and make something with you. a documentary, a comedy, or even a horror film i bet

he's so caring and sweet, and so desperate to please the people he loves, so he'd be so understanding and gentle during a depressive episode

and in addition to that, he doesn't seem like an intense extrovert, more like he doesn't know volume control or societal norms, but he'd happily do the ordering in a restaurant for you. he'll be your "THEY SAID NO PICKLES" guy, albeit slightly more violent than you might have hoped for

he'd be so into a scruffy hair style, it would match his. he'd maybe suggest you dye it a neat colour, maybe purple, just to be equally colourful as he is, and also so people know at first glance you two are a couple... not possessive (maybe a little bit)

i think having someone who isn't like super high maintenance would be good for him. someone who is happy to be silly and chill and not constantly on the brink of a criminal meltdown. someone who doesn't take a super long time to get ready and can just go with the flow on a whim would be key in a relationship because he's such a whimsical little fella

and it's fine that your eyes are intense. he's intense. and he doesn't mean it so he'll understand. but getting to lose himself in your stare is exactly what he wants from a relationship. to lose all sense of himself in you because he wants that movie love

#finnie1k #finnie writes

[prismaticutie]

Lumi lore ending explained

Hi everyone! I want to make a post addressing my experience w mental illness in the past year(s)

It's going to be a very long post but before I get into it, I want you to know that I'm more or less happy with where I'm at currently! I just want to talk about my mental illness and what it's been like for the past year or so

If you're not interested in that just skip this post okay ty <3

TW: suicide, mentions of self-destructive behavior

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This is gonna be a long ride so strap in pals. I should also clarify I don't know the technical terms that would apply to my situation. I don't want a diagnosis on this, I just want to talk about it.

Let's talk about Cyrus. If you know me, you probably know that I've been obsessed with the guy for a little over a year now.

It goes past the point of obsession. He lives with me. And he has, for the past year, mentally.

I like to think of him as my "mental aid" or sometimes even my "caretaker". I don't consider him a "fictional other", although I suppose the nature of our relationship might look that way to someone else.

Already this is a lot to take in, but allow me to explain.

I have had a history, since about 2019 or so, of having fictional characters reside with me inside my head. It started out as just talking to characters, like any imaginary scenario. But then it grew to be more.

I would talk with them about everything going on in my life, live out entire storylines with them, and it got to the point where they would advise me in what to do with my life.

There were two other characters before Cyrus. Characters rarely exist simultaneously. Before Cyrus, characters would only be present for a few months, then disappear for a few months, then come back or be replaced with another character. That new person would stay for a few months, and the cycle would continue.

These characters were there to help me. To guide me, to serve as my subconscious and voice of reason.

And to provide emotional support when I needed it and felt I couldn't confide in anyone who was real. This often led to a sense of closeness and to me developing emotional attachment to the characters, to the point of even seeing them as "fictional others".

I knew the characters were not real. I know they are not real, were never real, and will never be real. However, I still choose to rely on them and develop relationships with them.

It is not normal. It is not conventional. I am fully well aware that they are not real. But at the end of the day, it's my mental illness, and this is the coping mechanism that helps me the most.

Cyrus has been around for over a year now. He has not taken a break for a few months, he has not waivered, he has not left for any reason. This makes him extremely different from the previous characters that have been in my mind.

Cyrus is with me pretty much every second of the day. He is my guide and advisor in life. He serves as my voice of reason and as a reflection of my own self.

We've only ever been apart for maybe a few hours at a time. I spend most of the day talking to him about anything really, we do everything together, and he helps me, all the time.

Separating him from me would, in all honesty, probably kill me.

I have not been well. My circumstances are awful, to put it lightly. I'm severely mentally ill and unable to get any sort of therapy or medication due to the aforementioned circumstances.

Without Cyrus to help me, I would probably give into the suicidal urges that I struggle with every day.

He advises me and takes care of me. He helps me see reason when I'm lost in paranoia and irrationality. He calms me down when my anxiety is high. He does pretty much everything.

My brain functions in a highly specific way, and he has all the knowledge to be able to deal with it.

I cannot stress enough how dysfunctional I would be without him. He likes to put it a certain way.

"Most people can function on their own with little to no help. [Lumi] is someone who requires a lot of help. He does not have any way of getting the help that he needs naturally. That is why he relies on me. It is abnormal and unconventional, as he likes to put it. Yes, it is indeed very unconventional. However, nothing about him is conventional." -Cy

"What he's dealing with is difficult to explain. But we have tried just about everything. He firmly believes that this is what's best for him, and so do I. It may be unconventional, but it is not inherently horrible. It may be hard for others to understand, but this is his life. It is different, but it is his "normal"." -Cy

"And I should clarify, if any of this posed actual harm to him, I would cease it all in an instant." -Cy

In the past year of having Cyrus by my side, life has been a lot easier for me to manage. It took a while for us to get used to working together, but we figured it out eventually. It took a lot of trial and error!

But a few months ago, everything just got...easier. Not in terms of life! God no, my life is. Not getting easier, haha. But! I'm getting better at managing it.

I've improved on meeting my basic needs, which is something I used to struggle with. I have a lot more energy than I did last semester, and I've been way more productive, which I'm happy about.

Life hasn't gotten easier, but it's more doable. I'm managing my emotions better, particularly my stress, which is great, cause that was a huge problem for me previously! I'm also better at managing my depression.

Basically my bad days are a lot less bad than they used to be, and my good days are way better than before! And I assure you, I could not have done it without Cyrus' help.

It's a little unnerving, talking about it publicly. But that's how mental illness is. The experience is always gonna be odd, but I really wanted to explain what's going on w Cy! He's become such an important part of my life and I could not do any of this without him.

Like, I seriously could not live without him.

Oh, and as reassurance, I wanna clarify. My attachment is to him as a person (concept?) inside my head, not the character so much. So like, it wouldn't be the end of the world if he had a scout in pokemas that I didn't get or something like that.

I don't even own merch of him, actually! The closest thing I have is a team galactic phone ring, which. Broke. Lol

I am planning on buying his TCG Collector's deck (which releases later this month !) but even then I'm not about to go merch crazy over him

Basically my attachment to him shouldn't prove to be a detriment to my real life in any way shape or form.

Trust me, I have a lot of experience with this. I havs had it get unhealthy with certain characters. It has been severely mitigated with Cyrus. This is as healthy as it gets for me, I assure you.

If you knew what the past ones were like, you would definitely agree. But I don't feel comfortable sharing that bc it was uber fucked up lol!

I wouldn't be posting about this if it weren't successful for me personally. I'm confident in it because it's been a year and I've been observing it closely.

Do I think Cyrus is a great idea? Yea! If things are difficult for you to do for some mental reason or another, having a favorite character there to help you can make a world of difference! But would I recommend doing this sort of thing? It depends. You really have to exercise a good level of control over it. If you're going to have the character helping you, there has to be boundaries for them that they can't overstep in attempting to help you, otherwise it goes downhill REALLY fast.

I don't think it's the sort of thing that most people could replicate because it all relies on the specific rule system that my brain functions by. And my brain is rigid with its rules. Rules are rules, so if they're set, they're not likely to be broken in my case. This isn't the case for most people. It's not really a self-control thing for me either, it's more like I couldn't break the rules even if I really wanted to. They would have to be changed or I would have to be granted permission. It's a long story.

It is important to note that Cyrus really is a mental aid to me. A caregiver in a sense. He will make me take care of myself even if I don't want to. He does battle my self-destructive urges and negative thoughts constantly. His ultimate goal is to make me do what's best for me even if I really don't want to.

And honestly, I need it a lot of the time. Sometimes I really don't want to do things that are good for me. I'm a bit childish in that way. So having Cyrus like, drag me to the bathroom to brush my teeth for example, is really necessary sometimes.

He helps in bigger ways than that too ofc but that would take a LOT of explaining and this is already fairly incoherent. If you have any questions you can absolutely ask and I can try to explain it to the best of my ability!

Ummm what else did I have to say about this. Oh. The awkward part abt him being an "f/o" of sorts.

He's not real so my relationship with him isn't real. I know that. Still, I got feelings for him. That's all there is to it, really. You might see me treat him as a real significant other.

You don't have to remind me that he's not real. I know he isn't. But my feelings are real and I would appreciate it if they were respected.

I can't really think of anything else to add? If you're curious, no, I don't get hallucinations of him or anything like that. He doesn't impede on the real world, he only exists in my imagination. He's like an imaginary friend! If an imaginary friend was like, super intelligent I guess?

Idk. But he helps me, and I'm grateful for him. And I wanted to talk about mental illness a little. It is never easy and I'm convinced it will never be easy. But he makes it more manageable. He takes care of me and looks out for me. Even if it's just me looking out for myself, I could not do it "on my own" like most people can.

Also I don't think he's an alter or anything like that. There's a certain degree of separation between us. I am not Cyrus and he is not me. He just happens to reside with me in. My body. None of this makes sense does it. Point is he can't like front or anything but you can like speak to him I guess? It's more like me relaying messages for him tho

This is a really complex thing that my mind has developed over the years so there's a LOT I'm leaving out again if you're curious plz just ask I love talking abt it

#This is probably RIDDLED with mistakes and incoherencies hut I have been meaningto write this for. #Like. A week or so. #I want you guys to meet Cyrus idk #mecore #Nonrebloggable but all explanations will go in the comments

[orthodoxxing]

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hi anon! ty

1. who is the first artist you remember loving?

i think the first memories of music i have are of acdc and metallica in my dad's car, but the first artist i remember REALLY loving is probably queen - altho i'm not sure on the timeline so its possible it was miley cyrus instead LMAO. gaga was rly early as well but again not sure on the timeline

13. do you have a favourite genre or dabble in it all?

i dabble in SO much. currently for some reason ive been rly into like stadium edm? my mixes r full of martin garrix and armin and oliver heldens, idk whats going on w that. but yeah i do pretty much a mix of everything, with pop and rock constant as my two main genres of choice

14. who is the most overrated artist in your opinion?

scottie close your eyes. its obviously taylor swift

#thank you for the questions!! #anon #ask #wait was my tag on this blog #anonymous #ask game

[casualnepotism]

me: just in cases i prepped some ideas for if sunny has to leave the party

ryan: that would be the most heartbreaking thing to happen so far and also the party wouldn't last without her

me: well you can't be nICE about it THAT'S rude

#me: i can think nice thoughts about myself but if you do it now hold on sir #now i'm self-conscious about it #what is this reaction??? #it was immediate too i was just 'no no he can't be nice now i must be Uncomfortable' #what the fuck brain let me live #just be happy that we made a good character and move on #NOPE not allowed #ah well #sunny ray #yeehaw isolation cabin #(don't worry she's probably not leaving the party i just overprep because of anxiety and also i love character creation) #hmu if you wanna hear about my genderless aasimar paladin sent to protect their creator's child who is deeply cognizant of their own mortali #ty and who is currently going by cyrus #cause i love them #they were created specifically for this and when this is over they will return to stardust and windstrokes #if they die before then they will live on in the gentle atmospheric brush of the mortal plane #ever exploring #ever creating #flowing freely from one being to the next fully aware and unbothered of the multitude of their existence #i kinda love cyrus #is the thing

[kcnnarys]

30 Questions

ty for the tag miss @blaineofardona <3 cop out but tagging anyone who wants to do this heh

name/nickname: ashley, my close friends call me ash

gender: female, she/her pronouns

zodiac sign: taurus sun

height: 167cm

birthday: may 15

lucky number: um tbh i dont really have one ope

when did you create this blog: may of 2019!

what do you post: whatever is pleasing to me so mostly dg reacts and the link to the trm theme on poki chu’s youtube channel

last thing you looked up: ben barnes after kiara got mad abt it last night -_-

do you get asks: yes

why did you choose your url: kenna rys was the blueprint and it one of the top tier choices mcs. tcatf supremacy now

current projects and wips: pushing my trm agenda

favourite bands: the lumineers (yes i know. i am white), chloe x halle, tame impala (sue me) idk i mostly listen to solo artists

favourite artists: the weeknd, overstreet, mika, megan thee stallion, flo milli, miley cyrus, zella day, rina sawayama, victoria monet, mandy moore, sza, khalid

favourite song: either blinding lights by the weeknd or angela by the lumineers

last movie: little italy HELPPPPPPPP i watched it w my girls for a good laff. that movie is absurd

last show: the crown (still haven’t finished season 3 omg cringe)

favourite food: tacos

food you hate: bacon, ribs, wings, steak, pork chops, roast beef, etc get it away from me. IMMEDIATELY!

favourite colour: pink or sky blue

favourite animal: dogs w cats as a close second <3

what you’re currently wearing: navy blue pajama short shorts, blue pajama t shirt, grey zip up lounge sweater

dream job: any kind of teacher :)

dream trip: i went to austria 6 years ago and i’d love to go back bc it was sensational. also an all-inclusive trip to the caribbean w my friend group would cure my mental illness

currently reading: persuasion by jane austen

currently thinking about: if im going to run tonight or not

fun fact: at my job when i was in university i was one of the 4 people that organised a union drive. it was literally the hardest thing ive ever done and we would work for at least 5 hours on it every day and when our employers fought back i got legally summoned to testify against my employers. we ended up losing the vote by 2 ballots. love and light

top three universes: bcu (barbie cinematic universe) and uhm ...... that’s all i can think of

#tag me if you do this bc i would love to get to know you guys better <3 #tag game #about me #not choices #ashley gets personal

[tomaturtles]

TAG GAMES GALORE bc i just got through my mentions on desktop and saw i missed some tag games i got tagged in </3 ty guys ily i’ll tag people in the end and anyone who gets tagged is free to pick which one(s) you wanna do if any :] starting with one @cinnamqn tagged me in!! Thank you Cinna :D 💖💖 List 10 different female faves from 10 different fandoms, then tag 10 people! 1. Amy Rose (Sonic the Hedgehog) 2. Gwen Tennyson (Ben 10) 3. Starfire (Teen Titans/DC) 4. Webby Vanderquack (Ducktales) 5. Stephanie Brown (Batman/DC) 6. Trainer Leaf (Pokémon) 7. Uraraka Ochaco (Boku no Hero Academia) 8. Amethyst (Steven Universe) 9. Luz Noceda (The Owl House) 10. Toph (Avatar The Last Airbender) Next up is two I got tagged in by @thinkfvst!! Ty Rae 😁 💖💛 10 songs on shuffle that come up on your Spotify 

1. Turn it Off - Paramore 2. Build You Back - Dark Signal 3. Lucy - Skillet 4. My World - SR-71 5. The Climb - Miley Cyrus 6. Re:Re: - Asian Kung-Fu Generation 7. So Am I - Ava Max 8. Hero - Skillet 9. Yo Girl - Heathers the Musical 10. Two Birds - Regina Spektor --- Favourite colour: pink!!!!!!

Last song: Your Guardian Angel by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus

Last movie: i Think it was Son of Batman? It was probably a DC movie

Watching: been watching the ‘66 Batman show to fill the Funney DC Show-shaped hole in my heart after i ran out of DC Super Hero Girls and Teen Titans Go episodes to watch on Netflix and it’s been a blast <3 (also to clarify Batman ‘66 isn’t on netflix. but it should be) 

Reading: I just got done reading Robin War + We Are Robin + Batman and the Signal yesterday while our power was out and it was great :]

Sweet, spicy, or savoury: mostly sweet or savoury but depends on my mood tbh. rn i could go for some chocolate

Tea or coffee: Coffee (as long as there’s sugar) -- And last but not least a few by @arataka-reigen, thanks Gi!! 🥰💛💖  5 Things That Make Me Happy  1. Engaging with my hyperfixations +  Infodumping to friends about them + listening to them infodump about their interests 🥰🥰🥰🥰

2. I’ve been picking up felt sewing again and i really like it!! It’s cool having a plushie you made yourself :D

3. Doing stuff with my friends!! Both irl and online but missing my irl friend group + my fav cousins rn since we’d usually always meet at this time of year </3

4. Drawing my fav characters <3

5. Going to bookstores/comic stores and browsing the stuff in there (esp comics and manga!!) -- 3 ships: gwevin, robstar/dickkory,uuuuuuuuhh that’s a niche one but i can’t think of anything else rn so speedamy

Last song: Never Too Late by Three Days Grace

Last film: other than the one mentioned earlier i watched Mickey’s Christmas Carol with friends the other day :]

Currently reading: [vaguely gestures] dc comics bc i’ve started reading several comics and finished very little. debating on picking either 90s yj, new teen titans or super sons back up next

Currently consuming: i had some soda earlier

Currently craving: the willpower to finish a way overdue secret santa gift </3 i only have the bg left to finish

17 Questions 17 Answers

Nicknames: Toma, Duda, Dudinha (the last two from my irl name)

Zodiac: Libra

Height: 149cm (4'10?)

Hogwarts House: hufflepuff

Last thing googled: adam west fairly oddparents

Song(s) stuck in my head: Storybook by Heather Dale

# of followers: 1779

Amount of sleep: 6 to 7 hours,8 if i get to sleep in

Lucky number: 8

Dream job: despite having a whole psychology degree i have No idea </3 i think i’d like to work with kids though!!

Currently wearing: a nightgown (it’s pink with a bear plushies stamp :) )

Favourite: 

Song: Face Down by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus made it to the top 5 im both my last spotify wrappeds so let’s go with that

Instrument: lowkey attached to the electric keyboard bc i took classes on it for quite a while even if it didn’t stick much

Author: i haven’t been reading consistently enough to answer this JKHJK

Animal noises: CATS

Random: i love plushies. my fav activities when going out include going to toystores and checking out the plushies. i have too many already but is that going to stop me from getting more? no

Recent picture: currently obsessed with this ttg screenshot

and now for TAGS (no pressure to do any, also feel free to do just one or all of them depending on what you feel like doing!!) @cinnamqn @thinkfvst @arataka-reigen​ (if you guys wanna do one of the ones you didn’t tag me in jkghjk) @clown-prince-of-lies​ @aliens-on-neptune​ @zinatina​ @ohnonotthemagain​ @your-nightmares-ex​ @biconkuroo​ @brucewaynegf​ @tilltherachis​ @cookiecabbage​

#if you saw me accidentally post this before i was done no you didn't <3 #toma talks #ask games #i think that's all of them #i have a couple more mentions to get to but its late so i might leave those for tomorrow #kjhkjhjkjk idk if the mentions will work since im editing them in 😔 #ty again for the tags :D this was fun

[royal-babey]

👀 For cy! Maybe by julia? ^^

Ty for the ask! :D

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👀 Describe your OC through the eyes of another person! (bonus + specify who) -

Let’s doooooo Julia thinking about Cy pre-HB! :3c

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Sitting there in the car, drinking your can of coke as the sun beats down on you through the front window, your eyes can’t help but wander over to Cyrus. It’s not as if there’s currently much to look at, other than the rolling, beautiful fields, open skies and farm animals milling about of course.

But you prefer this view…

Cyrus isn’t looking at you, which is fine. His head is leaning against the car window and his eyes are closed, lips parted as he breathes softly, fingers tapping along to some unheard song. He’s listening to music, and you can vaguely hear it. You momentarily think about telling him to turn it down, more out of worry for his ears than annoyance at the sound, but you don’t quite want to disturb him. Or be scoffed at and told to fuck off, even playfully.

So instead, you’re just looking at him. You’re glad he can’t read your mind, because right now all you can think about is him. The way the sun gives his caramel skin a warm glow, bringing out the light dusting of freckles across his nose even more. It almost bounces off of his cheek bones, making them seem sharper, yet at the same time his face is also just as round and soft.

Your eyes keep trailing down to his lips. It’s hard not to, because all you can think about is how soft they look and full they are and how- how you’d like to kiss them.

Maybe…

When Cyrus’s tongue darts out to lick them, you swallow.

Then your eyes move up to his hair. You smile, and a little giggle even makes its way out of you. You love his hair, you find it adorable. Right now it’s pulled back into a tiny ponytail, only the fringe being allowed to be loose. It’s flipped over to one side, hiding one side of his face yet revealing the other. You’re pretty sure Cyrus cuts his own hair, he’s been talking about cutting it again actually, but at least he does a good job of it.

And the colour, well...There’s a reason you call him “Berry”. Your smile grows into a grin, mentally recounting all of the times you’ve called him in, and all of his reactions. Mostly blushing red like a tomato, which paired well with his strawberry blonde hair! It was dyed, but he had such a nice colour...You thought about asking him to dye your hair, but then again you didn’t feel like bleaching all of your hair. And there was...A lot of it…

“Where are my glasses…”

Too caught up in your thoughts and admiration, you didn’t even notice Cy open his eyes, a striking green colour, and blindly reach out to the dashboard for his glasses, his voice sounding groggy and tired as he mumbled about not being able to find them. You wonder if he fell asleep for a little while...He didn’t seem to sleep much anyway, so to be honest you weren’t surprised.

“Here, dumb dumb.”

You giggle and grab Cy’s glasses from the cup holder, holding them out to him. He looks over and tries to take them from you, but you move them out of the way last second. Cyrus’s expression turns to one of annoyance, but you just wink. Even if you...Aren’t sure whether or not he could actually see it.

“Not so fast, Berry!!! If you want your glasses, then you’re gonna have to pay for it...In the form of a kiss.”

You expect Cyrus to swear at you, or glare and tell you to forget it, but instead he’s...Oddly silent.

And blushing very hard.

You almost go to tease him again, but you stay silent.

Is he...Seriously considering it?

You don’t know whether to tell him to forget it or let him do it- you were kidding!!! But were you? You expected to be yelled at! If Cyrus was only gonna kiss you because he felt pressured-

Well, you would have to make up your mind quick, because he was leaning in!!!

And you were uh-

Scrambling, to say the least.

Finally, Cyrus stops. And you can’t breathe, because he’s looking up at you through his eyelashes, half lidded and lips parted.

...Then he whispers “Not a chance” so close to your ear that his lips brush it, and grabs his glasses from you with a triumphant grin and sharp laugh when you’re too shocked to respond.

Why that little-!!!

“Ha...Well played…”

You don’t know whether you sound relieved or disappointed. Both, you think. Cyrus doesn’t seem to mind, or notice, because he’s already settled happily back in his chair, tapping away at nothing again, legs folded up and feet on the dashboard.

He looks at you, and his small, soft smile takes your breath away all over again.

“Shall we get going then?”

#asks #ask game #my oc #Cyrus Beccerra #Julia Ortega #fallen hero #fallen hero: rebirth #fallen hero: retribution #pre-heartbreak #sidestep #chargestep #This was fun!!! #Ty!!! ^^ #It got so softtttt xD #Also this was totally inspired by ‘’Strawberry Blonde’’ by Mitski #for those who didn’t get me sending a link and rambling xD

[thirteen-beaxhes]

Somebody Else (Tyrus One-Shot)

Summary:

"Cyrus turned to the door that had creaked open, knowing he should have felt reassured by the face that peeked through, looking at him with concern. Hell, 3 months ago he would’ve immediately let loose all tension, walked over to him and sunk in his arms, forgetting everything that was tying him up in a ball of stress.

But this wasn’t 3 months ago. This was now, and seeing that face, at that time, when he was questioning everything, he knew."

Loosely based on the song 'You're Somebody Else' by flora cash

Words: 3254

thank you to @indubitablywrong for helping me out!!!

AO3 LINK IN REBLOG

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Pressure.

Wasn’t it supposed to be the feeling of weight, pressing down on your chest, suffocating you? Gripped around your heart like a black vice?

So then why did Cyrus feel instead that he was being pulled apart? Like he was a piece of elastic tied to two sticks being tugged and tugged and tugged, stretched thin in the middle? Like he was going to snap at any second, breaking and tearing his world apart?

Because that was what he thought, groaning loudly, as he leaned back against his chair, bending back, the harsh light of his study desk illuminating his scattered papers and almost-negatively charged laptop. His head felt like a supernova had decided to cram its way into the spaces between his skull and his brain, filling up his body in blinding pain. The room was dark, and Cyrus had somehow been lucky enough to get his own room, so there was no roommate to worry about.

He slumped forward, the vibrating of his phone drilling a bore in his mind right above his nose, ramming pain all the way in. He hadn’t slept in what felt like aeons, and every fibre of his body wanted to pick himself up off the chair and collapse into bed. Alone. But he couldn’t do that. Because there was drama club, and the magazine, and the newsletter and not to forget his coursework, and goddamn it there was the pressure again, tearing him up bit by bit by bit.

He could just send one text…

No, it was too hard.

But he was just a building over….

But he was never around, never free. Neither was Cyrus, really. They rarely got to see each other, except for their regularly scheduled date nights twice a month where every time they met, the dates grew shorter and shorter.

So basically, he wasn’t texting him because it wasn’t working out.

So then what was the point of him being at that university when the whole point of him choosing it was to stay close to him?

Cyrus shook his head, ignoring the dull muscle ache in his neck. He couldn’t think about that. His hand itched for the phone, half of him pulling him toward it with millions of tiny invisible hands, pushing to send just one text to the name that used to hold a million hearts after the contact name, but now was just a word. But the other half of him had cuffed his wrists to the table, keeping him locked there, knowing that if he sent that text, one thing would lead to another and everything would crumble around him, scattering like tiny pieces, mixing in with the dust that floated in the air during the day when the sunlight wafted in through the windows. But in the end, he didn’t need to send the text.

Because the storm had been building the past 3 months, each raindrop, each bit of debris soaked up into a big black cloud. Every silent streak, every ignored call, every skipped date, every time they let each other go a bit more, all accumulated into a ball of lightning and thunder, tied up in an ugly knot in that same black cloud. A cloud that now stood at Cyrus’ door, with all the fury straining and fighting to get out.

And it was about to.

“Cy?”

Fuck.

Cyrus turned to the door that had creaked open, knowing he should have felt reassured by the face that peeked through, looking at him with concern. Hell, 3 months ago he would’ve immediately let loose all tension, walked over to him and sunk in his arms, forgetting everything that was tying him up in a ball of stress.

But this wasn’t 3 months ago. This  was now, and seeing that face, at that time, when he was questioning everything, he knew.

Cyrus knew it was the end.

So he stifled a sigh and got up from his chair.

“Hey Teej.”

TJ walked in, switching on the light of the room as he walked in. He stood to the side, opposite Cyrus, hands stuffed in his pockets as he balanced on the balls of his feet. The distance between them was so, so much. They never used to be like this, they never had this distance between them. But now here they were, on opposite sides, facing each other with no words to say to the person they loved so dearly.

Cyrus kept his gaze down, scratching through the skin on the inside of his thumb, already drawing blood, but he couldn’t stop. He gnawed on his lips, his teeth hitting an open cut and he almost let out a hiss, but he was used to it. There was nothing else he could do, because TJ wasn’t moving or saying anything, and he didn’t know what to say or do, because they hadn’t been alone in a room without other people for more than 6 weeks, and they had only seen each other on their date nights, in a café or a restaurant, surrounded by loud crowds as they shrank into silence within 10 minutes. Finally, he caved, asking the question clawing at the back of his mind.

“What are you doing here?”

TJ looked up, startled out of his own thoughts. Only then, Cyrus realised he had been muttering to himself all the while Cyrus was looking down. He had been pulling at his hoodie (another stupid basketball one) as he appeared to rehearse something in his mind. He coughed slightly, wiping his nose. “I, you didn’t answer your phone. So I came to check on you.”

Cyrus huffed softly, picking up his phone, exhaling as he saw the 35 missed calls. “Sorry I, I was busy,’ he said quietly, setting down the phone on the scattered papers and books. He squeezed his eyes shut, knowing what was coming, because he had just added the last drop of rain to the thundercloud, and it was one drop too many. And now it was going to burst.

He heard a light scoff, and opened his eyes, looking at TJ, who was turning away. “Yeah. You’re always busy,” he said, words dripping from his mouth like poison from spikes.

Cyrus looked down, drawing a shaky breath. “I, I’m sorry, I just have,” he muttered, nervously running his hand through his hair. “I’m sorry.”

He sat back down, sinking into the back of his chair, his headache not helping him focus or keep his vision up. He knew the matter wasn’t over, but the small, naïve part of him wished it was, wished TJ would sigh and wrap him up in a hug, tell him it was okay and that he had nothing to be sorry. But he knew better. He had everything to be sorry for, and he knew that TJ deserved to be mad, and he knew the exact fucking words that were going to leave his mouth in 5 seconds, the ones he didn’t want to hear from TJ, but he knew he had to because he was all out of luck. He was all out of time, time that he had held in his hands like he was the owner, letting TJ believe him blindly. But he had to give it up. Because he needed to face the words.

“We need to talk, Cyrus.”

There it was.

Cyrus gulped, pushing himself off the chair, walking over to the side of the room where TJ stood, but still keeping too much space between them. He kept his eyes down, the rug’s hues blinding and captivating him, taking him away, anywhere but where he was. The small kid still stuck inside him hoped that when he sat down, grabbing TJ’s hand and pulling him down like at a sleepover, the rug would become their magic carpet, flying them away to a future where they made it, where college was a place where even though they were plagued by stress, they would find an anchor in each other. They would fly by graduation, smiling together as their parents cried over photographs. They’d dance through their futures, sailing down the aisle, ending up together, sitting together. Holding hands as their grandkids played in their backyard as the barbeque smoke wafted through the air. Together. That was what he wanted to fly to, holding TJ’s hand, trapping his fears there. But that was a fantasy. And Cyrus had to wake up.

So he looked up, tears already brimming. And TJ was looking away, playing with his fingers. And Cyrus knew that he was itching to grab Cyrus’ hand, just like was itching to grab TJ’s. But they couldn’t do that, it would just make it harder.

They both just stood there, unsure of who should start. How does one pick up the sledgehammer and strike the first blow into a relationship?

It wasn’t the first blow. It was the first of the last blows. The foundations were blown. Now just to tip it the right way.

TJ finally sucked in a deep breath. “Cyrus, I,” he started, his voice choked with unsaid words and wasted tears. “When we,” he started again, looking up to hold back tears from falling, words wavering. “When you told me you’re going to the same college as me, I, I felt so happy. I remember, I, I, spun you around just crying of happiness,” he smiled sadly to himself, spinning his fingers, Cyrus’ memory pulling that visual to the forefront of his mind. “I thought, ‘This is amazing! I’ll see Cy and we’ll make it through college together,’ and I just felt happy,” TJ laughed to himself, wiping away a stray tear. But his smile fell. “But, even then you started to slip away. You just, you looked like you were pushing a smile on your face. And every time I saw you drop your smile when you thought I wasn’t looking, it fucking killed me,” he said quietly, voice breaking like glass falling on the ground. TJ looked up, tears now flowing down his face like a polluted river, a barrage of water coming to drown Cyrus, choking him and dragging him along with the current. “And then,” he continued cruelly, shrugging. “As soon as we got here, it seemed like you took everything you could to keep yourself busy, to keep me away.”

“That’s not,” Cyrus tried to speak up, his voice small, but TJ ignored him, pushing ahead painfully.

“And it worked,” he sniffed, rubbing his red nose. “I got busy too, trying to fill the time you used to hold. But you never left my mind, and that fucking sucked. Because in my mind we were okay, and I still dreamed of walking down the fucking aisle with you,” TJ almost yelped. “But out here,” he said forcefully, his words growing louder and louder. “We barely even look at each other during our so-called dates! So tell me, if that’s us being fucking okay Cyrus!” he broke into a yell, immediately pulling his voice back, leaning against the wall, heaving as if all the breath had been knocked out of him.

Cyrus pressed his hand to his mouth to stop the whimper that was leaving his lips. He looked down, tears filling up his vision, keeping him feeling like he was underwater, being dragged further down. “TJ, I,” he whimpered, unable to find words to tell him, to explain, to fight for them. But there was nothing.

“I love you Cyrus,” TJ said quietly, his voice heavy. “But I can’t do this. I, I can’t keep doing this.”

That should have been the end, the final words, and they both would walk away and break down alone. But for some reason, this small part of Cyrus, the part that had been muscled down by pressure and guilt and stress, the part that led Cyrus to trust TJ the first day on those swings, to grab that shirt from the MintChip sale to go to him, the one that pushed him to look for TJ in Andi’s backyard that fateful party, wrestled its way out. And that part wanted to fight for TJ to stay, for them to stay together, to try and stop him from leaving.

“TJ, I,” he said, grabbing him by the arm, immediately letting go. God even grabbing each other’s arms had become weird. “I’m sorry, just please don’t leave, we, we can work this out! I’m sorry I’m so busy, but, but it’s not because I wanna stay away from you! I love you, I love you so fucking much, that’s why I decided to come here instead, so I could stay with you. TJ, please we can work this out, just don’t leave,” he said in one breath, tears pricking his eyes, some even rolling down as his voice grew higher and higher the more he felt the panic rise up, bubbling like an angry ocean.

But TJ just stopped, looking up slowly, eyes red and puffy. But his expression was cold and accusing, and Cyrus felt a shiver run down his spine. He had never looked at him like that before.

“What do you mean you chose to come here instead?”

Cyrus seized up, moving back. No no no not that question. Why did he have to ask that question? Why did he have to catch that? “W-What do you mean?” he said, letting out a short laugh.

“Cyrus,” TJ said plainly, looking at him painfully. And Cyrus caved, letting a tear slip out as he looked down.

“I applied here at the last minute, when you said you were going after you got your early action,” he whispered, gulping the knot that had built up in his throat. “I actually got into Stanford like I wanted to, but I rejected it.”

“What?” TJ whispered, and Cyrus squeezed his eyes shut, his face scrunching up as he felt the sobs hiding behind the thinly veiled curtain of his control. “You got into the place you wanted to, and just decided to say fuck it and apply last-minute here?” he asked, walking forward, up to Cyrus. “What, because I was here? What the fuck Cyrus? You told me you didn’t get it anywhere so that’s why you were applying here!” he said loudly, and Cyrus flinched, looking away.

“If I told you why you would’ve made me go to Stanford,” he said quietly, and TJ scoffed loudly.

“Cyrus, Stanford was your dream! And you gave it up just because of me!” TJ said, pinching the bridge of his nose as he paced back and forth. “And worse than that, you lied to me!”

“I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry,” Cyrus pleaded, walking up to TJ, reaching out to cup his cheeks as tears rolled down his face fast, faster than his heart’s racing beat. “I just wanted to be with you TJ, please understand. I, I love you and I couldn’t, just leave,” he continued, as TJ pushed his hands away and he sniffed loudly, trying to wipe away the tears, his breath hitching more and more. He couldn’t find any air to breathe, but he had to find it in himself to gain control, because TJ was there, angry with him, and he had to get him to not hate him. “I just wanted to be with you.”

“Cyrus, that isn’t like you!” TJ said, turning around, eyes red as tears brimmed in them. “You’re the kind of person to know their dreams and then somehow make it happen. That’s who you are! You’re set in your decisions!” TJ ran his fingers through his hair, looking away. “You, you’re right here, and I don’t even recognise you! You’re somebody else!”

“I’m sorry,” Cyrus whimpered, leaning against his chair, chest heaving as sobs started to escape his lips, and he tried to hold them back, he really did. But the dam had broken, the last brick knocked out as the water poured, storming and flooding everything it touched. But Cyrus looked up and saw TJ leaning against the wall, tears streaming down his face as he breathed heavily. Both their dams had broken, and they used to be able to fix each other, to repair every crack impeccably. But now, they both had lost each other’s blueprints.

Cyrus looked at TJ, who looked up to look at him, eyes shining in the white dorm light with the tears that stood till there. And all the fight that small part of him had left him, knowing that this was the end.

So, Cyrus crossed the room, each step feeling like walking on burning coals, the broken glass scattered across the floor. He walked up to TJ, the black cloud stopping its thunder and lightning, the theatrics and horror and fury over. All that was left was rain. Cold, cold rain. Pouring down in buckets, drenching the rubble of their relationship. Cyrus could almost feel the rain as he cupped TJ’s tear-stained cheek. He could barely see over the teardrops hiding his eyes, but it didn’t matter anymore. It was the rain, after all. Rain hid everything.

So Cyrus kissed TJ, pulling him to him, kissing him with all the emotion he had lost over the past 3 months. He tried to get TJ to feel what he wanted to say.

He had fucked up.

He loved him more than anything.

He was sorry.

He was sorry.

Sorry. Sorry. Sorry.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

Goodbye. And TJ kissed him back equally fiercely, trying to say the same things back, trying to make Cyrus realise that this was inevitable, that this wasn’t just him, or just TJ, it was both of them. That he was sorry.

When they pulled away, cheeks wet and out of breath, they hugged each other, both too scared to let go, to strike the last blow. But eventually, they had to.

They pulled away, and Cyrus nodded, letting the tears fall down as TJ caressed his cheek one last time, walking out the door, closing it behind him with a soft lock.

And the dam broke again, and Cyrus collapsed to the ground, screaming as tears formed a river. And he screamed and screamed and screamed until there was no more air in his lungs and his voice cried for him to stop.

On the other side of campus, TJ did the same, and Marty pleaded at his door, trying to get him to open it. But he just screamed and cried, punching the wall every now and then until his knuckles were raw and it hurt to move them.

And the rain poured around the rubble, and Cyrus and TJ let themselves get drenched, not bothering for an umbrella as they let it pour around them. But with it was the feeling of a weight being lifted, and pressure’s stretch lessened ever so slightly.

Because this had been inevitable.

They would be okay. Not soon. Maybe they would look back every now and then, a pang of regret in their heart. And Cyrus would remember TJ in every hoodie he touched as he strolled through a store, and every time he would walk into a bakery and see a blueberry macadamia muffin. And TJ would remember Cyrus in every swingset he would pass, and every time someone offered him a chocolate chocolate chip muffin.

They would be okay. But for then, they would let the storm pour down on them.

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sorry not sorry

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[heart-eyes-kippen]

The things you miss

Hi! It’s been a hot sec since I’ve posted a drabble on here so here ya go!! 

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Marty thinks TJ and Buffy are flirting. TJ has to inform him that he’s very much taken by someone else. [this has been in my notes for a while, so costume day doesn’t take place in this.]

~

The squeaking sounds of sneakers against the hardwood floor filled the gym as Buffy came to an abrupt halt. They had been going for about half an hour now, and it was very apparent in the flush that was currently colouring her face. It didn’t help that the day had been a particularly hot one.

 “How much time is there, Marty?” she panted, still bouncing the basketball.

 “10 seconds,” he informed her, watching with a slight smile as panic flitted over her face.

 TJ, who had caught up to her by now, began to smirk slightly. “What’s the matter, Driscoll? Scared of tying with me?”

 She turned back around, arching an amused eyebrow. “I’m not tying with you,” she told him, her prior confidence back in full swing.

 With that, Buffy took off down the court, dribbling the basketball as she went. TJ was right on her tail, ready to surge forward and defend.

 She paused for a split second, glancing back over her shoulder, before rushing forward and shooting. TJ jumped up, but his fingers only grazed the ball as it streaked through the air.

 Just as the ball was about to fall perfectly through the hoop, Marty yelled “Time!” and the game was over.

 TJ’s worried expression smoothed out into a grin, and he waltzed up to the Buffy with a hand out-stretched.

 “Good game, slayer. It’s a shame you couldn’t beat me.”

 The girl just rolled her eyes, begrudgingly accepting the handshake. “I was one second away from winning and you know it.”

 “I do. But I also know that you didn’t win.”

 “Yeah?” she said, her eyes narrowed. “Well, I demand a rematch. Tomorrow.”

 As they made their way over to Marty, TJ playfully knocked into her. Since becoming friends, Buffy’s jabs at him had lost a considerable amount of heat, and he found himself enjoying the back-and-forths they constantly shared.

 “Tomorrow, huh? Someone’s eager to lose,” he teased.

 Buffy scoffed. “Very funny. Especially considering that you’ve never beat me before.”

 TJ grinned. “I’ve never tied with you before either but I think today’s proven that anything is possible.” 

 Marty observed the pair closely as they reached him, his eyes narrowed sceptically. His gaze flickered down to the non-existent space between TJ and Buffy for a brief moment, but it seemed to be missed by both of them.

 “Good game guys!” 

 He was trying for enthusiasm, but he fell short drastically.

 Buffy didn’t seem to notice though, because she gave him a beaming smile. “Thanks. Even though I definitely should’ve won.”

 “We tied fair and square, Driscoll.”

 “Only by a second, Kippen,” she countered.

 Marty pursed his lips at the exchange, not even trying to hide the unimpressed look on his face. 

 Buffy paused for a moment, glancing between the two, before smiling again and grabbing her bag. “I’m gonna go get changed, I’ll be right back.”

 As soon as the sound of her footsteps had faded, Marty turned to TJ, his arms folded tightly against his chest. “So,” he began.

 The other boy was quick to pick up on the sudden tension that had filled the air, and he found himself shifting uncomfortably under the weight of it.

 “Uh - so?” he questioned, an eyebrow raised slightly.

 Marty gave him a disbelieving look. “You and Buffy?” he supplied, as though it was obvious.

 TJ almost wanted to laugh at the ridiculousness of what Marty was suggesting. It was honestly surprising to him that his crush on Buffy seemed to have persisted for so long, but a part of him understood. Buffy was a scary enemy, but she was also a great friend, and the pair got along well despite their jabs at one another.

 “What about us?” he ended up questioning, not being able to keep his tone from sounding playful.

 “You know what I’m saying,” said Marty.

 TJ raised his hands in mock surrender. “We’re just friends, dude.” 

 “Okay...but you like her, obviously,” Marty prodded.

 That idea was so comical to TJ he couldn’t help but laugh. “No, I really don’t,” he said.

 “You sure? That seemed like some pretty major flirting.” 

 TJ just shook his head, opening his mouth to put the boy out his misery and tell him that he was dating Cyrus. As if on cue though, the double doors were flung open and an over-excited Cyrus bounded inside, his hurried footsteps echoing about the gym as he rushed up to TJ.

 TJ turned to face the boy, unable to keep a fond smile from tugging at his lips. When Cyrus reached him, he shoved the test he was holding into TJ’s hands and wrapped his arms around the taller boy’s waist.

 He grinned as he flicked through it, forgetting for a brief moment that Marty was even there with them.

 “Oh my god - you got an A! I knew you would!” TJ smiled, glowing with pride.

 Marty’s eyebrows furrowed slightly with confusion. He watched in total bewilderment as TJ leant down to press a kiss to Cyrus’ cheek, before realisation visibly swept over his face.

 “I’m pretty smitten with this one, so you don’t have to worry about me trying to date your crush,” TJ told him, beaming as he wrapped an arm around Cyrus.

 A blush was beginning to creep onto Marty’s face now. “She’s not my-“

 TJ cut him off with a look.

 “Whatever,” he relented, smiling wide. “Sorry for assuming. I never imagined you two would be together, but you guys are cute. Does Buffy approve?”

 “Buffy approves of whatever makes Cyrus happy,” came a voice from behind them.

 TJ gave the girl an offended look as she walked up behind them and slung an arm over Cyrus’ shoulders. 

 “Talking in third person is my thing!” he accused.

 “Then get a new thing!”

 “Hey, hey, it can be both of your things.” Cyrus compromised.

 TJ smiled and nodded in agreement, earning himself an incredulous look from Buffy. She mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like ‘whipped’ under her breath, but the boy was too wrapped up to notice.

 Marty smiled at the exchange, swapping an exasperated look with Buffy as TJ leant down and began pressing little kisses all over Cyrus’ face. 

 He had certainly missed a lot during his time away.

#reblogs are appreciated bc tumblr hates me and this might not show up in the tags! #tyrus #tyrus fanfic #tj x cyrus #tj kippen #cyrus goodman #andi mack #my fics

[lavellanlove]

"I got you, it's okay" prompt!

Overboard

Dawn Squad, Hanin, Damiros Cobre (belong to @thereluctantinquisitor) Avira, Maleus Abano, and the crew of the Samiha’s Sorrow.

(re: Soft Angst Starters)

“I got you,” it’s okay,” a rather too-pleasing and deep Antivan voice purred. 

After sputtering on water as her rescuer fetched her from the water and swam her back to the line he’d cast from the ship, it was amazing she even had the strength or air in her lungs to mutter what she’d been thinking.

But making her displeasure known was just that important.

“Oh fuck me,” she groaned, wishing it was literally anyone else in Thedas who deigned to save her life.

Damiros smirked, squeezing a half-drowned Avira a bit closer to his hip in the water. “With pleasure. But why don’t we get you on board first, yeah?”

Her last-ditch attempt to prevent the Samiha’s Sorrow from being boarded had been cut short by well…someone cutting her rope, sending her hurling into the ocean instead of her intended target of the boarding pirate ship.

What she’d have given to have the strength left to lob a big fat fireball at his stupid, sexy face. Granted, she would probably drown, but it was sounding more and more favorable.

Shuddering and cold as she tried to find her footing on deck, Damiros pressed a blade neatly to her throat, whistling sharply enough to get the Inquisition crew’s attention over the din of combat. “Put down your arms or she dies.”

The Dawn Squad and entirety of Maleus’ crew all stopped their fighting and looked to the hostage situation, debating whether to surrender their weapons or risk one of their own being killed. 

“I…am fine with it, actually,” she assured. “I’m feeling fairly ready to die.”

Whether they would comply or not seemed to fall to Hanin, his mind clearly reeling trying to figure out how he could manage to salvage the situation. 

Just when it looked like he was liable to lunge forward, Damiros pressed the blade deeper into Avira’s neck, eliciting a whimper of pain as a hot line of blood trickled down her throat. 

With what could only be described as a growl, Hanin finally set down Atisha, the others following suit, and the invading crew proceeded with tying everyone up.

“You know, you’d be a lot warmer out of all these wet clothes,” Damiros purred, nipping her ear with his obnoxiously white teeth as he sheathed his sword. “Though this time, it’s gonna have to be you tied up in ropes all night.”

“-She’s fine, thanks brother,” Ralon loudly interjected. He was about to say something else, but halfway through the thought he got caught up replaying what Damiros had just said and his mind went blank. “Wait…w…wha…/this/ time?!” 

Darren, ever-helpful, offered up his best explanation. “So…Avira’s ship was raided by him before?”Lyrene snorted.

After an excruciatingly long pause, Cyrus half-rolled his eyes and muttered, “They slept together, kid.”

Ralon laughed far too brightly. “Good one, Cyrus! But no, no they didn’t.”

Damiros chuckled. “Oh, yes. We did. Sometimes twice in one night.”

“Okay, great,” Ralon replied. “Cool! So… feel free to direct me to the plank now.”

As Ralon continued to struggle at processing this development, Avira winced and looked over at Hanin apologetically. He seemed to be less concerned about the idea of her with another man and more with fact that is was someone as unsafe as Damiros. Which given the current circumstances, fair.

Damiros turned his attention back to Avira. “In all seriousness though, I’m gonna need to take all those weapons I know you keep close to the vest. Can’t have any incidents.”

Fenedhis. She had been hoping he wouldn’t think of it. As he drew out the gratuitous process of searching her head-to-toe, any weapons he found dropping to the deck, Maleus and his Quartermaster Dores were working on their binds. “I think you are making a mistake on this one, Damiros,” she warned, trying to find ways to bide for time and distract from their escape attempt. “The captain is not flying his colors on my request, since we’re on Inquisition business, but this ship is part of the Talon’s fleet. Unless you want a quarrel with the Armada, I would let this go and be on your way.”

Damiros’ crews usually steered clear of Llomerryn for that reason: the Armada was well-entrenched there. For a lone ship, more money to be made on the fringes than in dealing with any of that lot. But it made no sense for them to have any accord with the Inquisition, so he wasn’t buying it. “You’re creative, I’ll give ya that,” he replied, not thinking too much of it.

Maleus did not like to invoke the name, but desperate times called for desperate measures. “I will issue this warning only once,” he said, trying to muster as much bravado as he could. “I am the eldest son of Ianto Abano, Terror of Llomerryn. The girl speaks the truth; you are attacking a ship of the Talon fleet. So unless you have about two dozen more ships and crews where this one came from, any harm you bring to my crew or our passengers is only ensuring your own oblivion.”

Damiros regarded the well-manicured man for a moment, then snorted. “Right. And I’m the Empress of Orlais.”

Maleus gestured with his head. “Fine. If you want proof, look at the colors in the chest by the stairs.”

One of the other crew members of the Red Herring did end up looking, holding up the black flag with a red talon and trying to mask their concern.

Damiros paused and considered. Just for a moment. It seemed a distant threat, and he owed just a few too many seedy characters a bit too much gold to pass up this kind of gold for the risk. “Then we best make this quick,” he decided.

“That should be no issue for you,” Avira retorted.

Damiros let out a dangerous sort of laugh, low in the throat. He’d have left it at that, but his crew was watching. He had a reputation to uphold.

He backhanded her hard across the face.

He wouldn’t have thought anything more of it save for the look of utter betrayal in her eyes. 

“Careful that lip doesn’t get you killed, girl. You’d be quite a waste as fish food.”

With that, he pushed back away from her, avoiding eye contact with his little brother and storming below deck. Better to keep his head down and get this raid over with before that inconveniently stubborn scrap of morality he still had complicated things.

#thereluctantinquisitor #damiros cobre #ralon cobre #dawn squad #samiha's sorrow crew #avira lavellan #aviros #hanin lavellan #maleus abano #lavellanlove replies #askbox cleaning #better late than never?? also timely again since my squad have faces now haha

[sorenmarie87]

How The OC’s are spending Valentine’s Day.

OC Tags - @lovetusk @coffee-obsessed-writer @docharleythegeekqueen @mirajanefairytailmage

Leighton and Kenzie

Kenzie’s mom is babysitting Rielle for the night.  Leighton has the night off from work and plans on cooking for Kenzie.  They have nothing huge planned for Valentine’s Day, maybe a movie and wine, and maybe some uninterrupted fooling around.  

Alina and Fascienne

Alina and Fascienne spend the night with their family at Jake’s bar.  He formally introduces Wendy to them.  Alina approves as she watches Rhett play with his cousins.  Hallie falls but Rhett is able to calm her down and get her smiling again.

Parker and Celeste

Parker surprises Celeste with a rooftop dinner and tickets to a movie the two of have been dying to see.  Celeste returns the favor by giving Parker a charm bracelet.

Lyla and Hadley

Hopper and Joyce surprise the girls during the morning when Joyce ends up giving birth to a litter of 6 puppies.  

Renny and Moira

They agree to go on a double date with Gwen and Travis.  They discuss some new movie ideas and the girls learn more about Gwen and what she does when she’s not on camera.

Aurora and Noel

For once, the shop is closed despite the rush of custom orders.  Noel has had a week long cold, and Aurora has been taking care of her.  They spend the night watching a few cheesy rom-coms.  

Reese/Finn/Kennedy

Kennedy spends the night texting Reese and Finn when there’s a break in between the classes she’s teaching.  

Reese has to reassure Finn that she’s fine but when he hears throwing up in the bathroom, he starts worrying.  “You told me you were fine.”

“I am.  My nerves are getting the better of me.”

“Are you sure that’s all?”

“Yes.”

“If you’re lying, I’ll have to text Kennedy and you know how that will play out.”  

Delaney and Hollis

While the two are out shopping, Hollis runs into Paul who has some choice words about Delaney.  Hollis gets pissed and punches him in the face but Delaney watched the whole thing.  She practically tackles Hollis in the mall and kisses her for standing up to him.  “I just wish I could’ve done that myself.”

Skylar and Gemma

“I love you Sky, and I always will but there’s something I need to tell you.”

“Is this about the party the other night?”

“How did you -”

Skylar pulled her phone out of her back pocket and pulled up her texts.  “I got several texts from my brother and a few other people who saw you with her that night.  Did you have sex with her?”

“Her and her boyfriend… There’s no apologizing for this, I know.  But Sky, we haven’t been happy in a while.”

“We stopped trying.  It’s as simple as that.  I love you Gem, but I can’t be with you anymore.”

Cressida and Maribel

“What’s the best news you can think of at this exact moment?”

“That they caught James, and are finally putting his creepy ass away for life.”

“I’m technically not supposed to be sharing this with you but, he fucked up big time.  He had sex with a minor and they caught him with his pants down.”

“We don’t have to worry about him ever again?”

“We.”  kiss “won’t” kiss “have” kiss “to“ kiss “Stop that and let me finish.”

“That’s what she said.”  

“Fuck it, we’re staying in and ordering take out.  But for now, I’m having my dessert first.” Campbell and Gavin

“Hemmingway!”  Campbell cried out and Gavin immediately stopped what he was doing.

“What color are you right now Campbell?”

“Red.”

“We won’t do anymore tonight, I promise.”  Gavin  pulled out slowly and gently kissed Campbell's neck and the top of his head.  “Let me get a washcloth and the cream.  I’m sorry for being rougher than normal.”

“Can you get me some water, and the strawberries?”

“Of course.”

Ty and Joel

The three of them are currently picking out a bedroom set and a new room color for Kaila.  Ty and Joel are still new to fatherhood but it’s getting easier.  

Richard and Valerie

The girls agree to babysit their younger sibling while Richard and Valerie go out for the night.  

Garcia and Dahlia

Valentine’s Day is a busy time at the little B & B they run.  They sneak away for a quickie in the barn.  

Soren and Harper

“Soren, why don’t we get our own place?”  Soren currently had her head in Harper’s lap as they watched a movie.  “I mean, my lease is up in a few months but I want to live with you.”

“Are you sure?”

“Why wouldn’t I want to live with the woman I love?”

“I love you too Harper.”

“Besides that, I’m getting tired of my creepy ass landlord asking if can he watch us whenever we have sex.”

Avalon

Finds herself invited to a masquerade Valentine’s Day party where she meets someone.  They spend the night together but she wakes up to an empty bed.  

Seneca and Aimee

Hosting a Valentine’s Day event at their bar.  

Liri and Haelyn

Haelyn is spending the night working on the house she bought before she met Liri.  The two plan on moving in together once it is complete.  Liri ends up bringing extra food and a box of assorted chocolates for dessert.  

Chase and Aiden

The two of them have started playing Stardew Valley together.  Aiden is determined to get Abigail as her wife and Chase is trying his hardest to woo Shane.  Earlier that week, they went to the courthouse to get married.

Diego and Bram

Bram’s mom has all five kids for the night.  Not knowing what to do, they have a quiet movie night.  Bram learned her lesson about drinking after Christmas, so now when she drinks, she does it moderation.

Sasha and Erik

Are excited to find out that they’ll be parents.

Trinity and Cyrus

Chaperoning a Valentine’s Day dance.  Trinity promises to make it up to Cyrus once they get home.

Candi and Veronica

Candi surprises Veronica with a school girl strip tease.  “I’ve been a bad girl Ms. Summers, I think you need to punish me.”

Gil and Charlotte

Both of them hate Valentine’s Day, so they treat it like any other day.  Their friends don’t really understand why.

Agnes and Metz

They are spending the week in Las Vegas.

Ryu/Will/Dominic

Ryuichi has become fast friends with the girl she rescued from Pride and her girlfriend.  The five of them are having a movie night complete with dinner, dessert and some Cards Against Humanity.

#My OC's #OFC #OMC #Couples #Valentine's Day #Cheating #Sleeping with a minor #James is a creep okay? #So is Harper's Landlord #Proper aftercare

[lovemesomesurveys]

How many apples are in your house? We might have some of those packets of pre-cut apple slices with caramel dip in the fridge.

What is the closest thing to you that is pink? My dog, Brandie’s, collar. I have it hanging on my bedside floor lamp.

Turn to your left…is there a lamp? Nope. The way I’m sitting on my bed, the lamp I just mentioned is more to the front of me.

Do you have your own computer? Yes.

Do you drink a lot of soda? Usually one a day. Some days I opt for more coffee later on instead of having a soda.

Are tomatoes the best food in the world? I like them, but no I wouldn’t say that.

What is your favorite cereal? Fruity Pebbles, Life, and Cap’N Crunch Berries.

Have you ever been afraid to get up and go to the bathroom? No?

Do you get any magazines in the mail? Nope.

Do you try clothes on before you buy them? Nah, I’m too lazy for that. It’s very rare that I have an issue with a clothing item I’ve bought.

Have you seen The Blindside? Yeah.

What’s your favorite type of pizza? Cheese.

Do you have a favorite local pizza place? Yes. At that place, I get a cheese pizza with meatballs (they’re cut up pieces of meatballs) and pesto drizzle.

What are you afraid of? Losing my loved ones.

Have you ever been afraid of falling in love? Yes.

How do you let someone know that you like them? Hope they figure it out? Ha. No, with Joseph and Ty I told them how I felt.

Have you ever asked a friend to ask someone else out for you? I’ve asked a friend to talk to someone for me and figure out some things. Said friend was a mutual friend of ours, so it wasn’t a big deal.

Have you ever given up on someone before? Yes.

Did you end up regretting it later in life? No.

What did you dream about last night? I don’t remember.

Have you ever looked up the meaning to a dream? Yeah, I used to do that a lot.

Do you think that anyone currently has a crush on you? Nope.

What’s the most beautiful thing you’ve seen in the last week? Uhhh.

Do your grandparents play favorites? I wouldn’t say that, but my grandma and I were really close. We spent a lot of time together and could relate on a lot of things, so we just bonded more.

Have you ever been so drunk you can’t remember what you did? Not completely, but parts of my birthday night 5 years ago, aka the last time I ever drank, are splotchy. That was the only time that has happened. AWFUL night.

Can you speak more than one language? Very little Spanish.

Does your house have a basement? No.

What do you think of Miley Cyrus? She’s okay.

Do you like flip flops? No.

Ever been hit on by someone 10+ years older than you? Yes.

Would you date someone 10+ years older than you? I don’t think so. Unless it was Alexander Skarsgård, who is 13 years older than me. He’s the exception, ha.

#personal #text #survey #surveys

[bethoumyvision123]

Album Review of Erica Case’s record Top bitch

I am reviewing this album because I am a huge fan of any kind of local music that isn’t predictable. This album is bringing the weird California freak scene vibes that the Nashville underground has been leaning towards for awhile. This phenomenon was started by the forsaken Freakin’ Weekend festivals, which was a garage-rock/punk/and some electronica festival that was making Nashville a  by bringing down artists such as Jack Name and Ty Segall. Certain Nashville artists still play with these acts, like Dylan Watson playing for Jack Name. This scene grew strongly, but unfortunately dissipated after almost a decade in like 2017 when one of the male higher ups turned out to have sexually assaulted someone. It’s all there on Nashvillesdead.com if that is still a website. It made me really gag and shameful to have watched these acts. However, I was very glad when I learned that instead of this scene having any lasting local acts, many female electronica and electronica influenced rock music artists have risen to take over the East Nashville Underground since then. I am of course talking about Eve Maret. As far as I have learned, she is really the only one doing anything as interesting and diverse as great local musicians like Daniel Pujol did (please make a comeback if you’re reading this pujol)! That is, until now! Erica Case has released a new album called Top bitch and it is better than any of this crap I have listened to in Nashville for as long as I can remember. Of course I haven’t yet mentioned her rootsy country influence, which I will.

Of course some of my favorite locals that are now famous highly remind me of this album. Taylor Swift newest albums have a similar indie flair, and there is an undeniable Halyey Williams (and that is a lazy comparison) vibe whether conscious or not. I have grown un with my sisters an I very interested in this kind of music, and so Erica Case was right up my alley. Here is a track by track review.

Top bitch: This is the sole bluesy track on the album I would say. It comes off very tongue and cheek, which conjures that LA freak scene like Geneva Jacuzzi and Charles (yes these are Ariel Pink’s ex girlfriends, but I don’t want to mention that asshole genius). This is why I wasn’t surprised when I saw Weirdo Music Forever, an LA freak scene Instagram, like Erica’s IG video of a a live electric version of her later song, For A While. Favorite lyric from the title track I am reading is “I hope you’re ready to pick your teeth up off the ground.”

When I Call: This song you can really hear that Joey Ramone influence she talks about by her numerous covers on Soundcloud, with the emphasis on melody. Which brings me to another California freak band, The Cramps. She has covered them on SC, but I wouldn’t really associate them as much as joey Ramone. As in, I am not hearing any Psycho billy, although some tracks on this record have that punk rockabilly thing going. This track really sets the tone for the moody lyrics of this record, “So don't tell me you love me, If you're only gonna go away.”

Waste of Time: This is a power pop song. Reminds me of my old favorite local band Pujol in the nostalgic vibe. 60s sunshine pop, but an undeniably current sad girl.  This is when you get the idea that this artist is very eclectic in her command of genres. You have no idea what genre will come next. Will it be blues, pop-punk, or power-pop? Fav lyric is “poisoning my brain.”

And the winner is power pop! A good stride to stick on. The chord changes in this, my favorite being the chord change into the chorus, are very 80s new wave in the melody in my opinion. The highly sustained lead guitar riff throughout is no exception. I need to listen to the Cure more..

And here is when the always much anticipated track 5 happens, and on this record this means when it completely switches to a singular genre for the rest of the 5 tracks on the album. I remember the last five songs better than any others. That is for course a country type, definitely resembling the likes of Margo Price. Although Erica’s lyrics are much more playful, and child-like. This positivity os shown by it’s dominant chords and counter-acted by sad and depressing flashing images like, “lie to me, say it’s alright.”

This track is when you begin to realize that Erica really likes vocal harmonies, and rightfully so. It is fully old-school country, but you can still hear the melody flourishes that remind you of current sad girl music like Miley Cyrus working with the Flaming Lips, which is probably a weird comparison that belongs easier in theses track reviews, but nonetheless stands. Of course the slide guitar on all these country tracks is impeccable. I also heard on IG that the violin played in this song is by the great Gorgo bordello influenced local gypsy band Fable Cry. They have played a lot of shows with my sister’s circus. Amazing and technical band, and these performances are no exception to that. Very Appalachian too in the fiddle approach.

This song has an anthemic and traditional folk structure. Lovely lyrics of self-love and being able to fix a car which I am jealous of. This one has the Americana attitude to the max, and I am sure that local country legends would love this sass-country variant. Musically, this for me conjures country sass like Jeanie C Riley’s hit Harper Valley PTA which use to play like at the Viva Nashvegas Radio Show in Franklin.

For a While: What can I say about this one! Possibly my favorite on the record. Heart-wrenching melancholy with an explosive chorus. She really knows how to pack a lot of emotions in relatively simple lyrics.

I heard on IG that this is supposed to be a sister song with the previous one, in terms of who they are written about. The dominant jazz chords come to their max on this one, which adds to the eclectic vibe. The toy xylophone conjures early Velvet Underground. I am certainly glad that this relationship milked not one but two great songs! I haven’t been this sad for a girl since early Taylor Swift. Yes, track 8 and 9 are very fun ones to wail (she wants her fans to send a tik toc of people singing her songs, which I will have to do eventually).

Ah yes, the album closer. I actually first heard this song several years ago as a free CD sitting at Grimey’s. It was made with a handmade CD package with glue, and so there is a cool sentimental craft thing going on. I had forgotten about that till now. This song tells the story of who I think is her grandpa. It has many details and local references. I am sure the people I know that are associated with the Grand Ole Opry would love to hear stuff like this!

The narrative of this album involves a few tough relationships and a lot of southern pride, but the boundary-less kind. These different narratives daydream into one another on one of the most exciting and high-definition (quality wise) albums from the Nashville area that I have heard in a while. Great job, Erica!

10/10!

[craftycatshrooms]

Northern Blossom Flower Farm through Storms and Pandemics

Northern Blossom Flower Farm is a tourist attraction in Benguet since 2018. It showcases numerous varieties of flowers imported from Japan. The farm is one of the best sites for Eco-tourism in Benguet. The eco-tour last approximately 2 hours where in the guests tour the 3 hectare farm filled with flowers whilst looking at the beautiful mountains including Mt. Pulag. Most of the flowers are plants that are suited for cold weather and the most popular flower in farm are the cabbage roses. Cabbage roses are unique variety of cabbage that exhibit color when the environment reaches very cold temperatures. Many people come to see these color changing cabbages and on a good day the farm can receive 200 to 300 groups of guests. Northern Blossom flower farm is a breath of fresh air that allowed its guests to escape the hustle and bustle of city life. The gorgeous mountainous views, the beautiful exotic flowers coupled with the crisp cold northern air offers the experience so far removed from the usual Tropical weather, flat lands and white sand beaches. The farm presents an unprecedented experience as no one expects to see imported flowers in this small distant village in a place called Atok. This makes people wonder as to how exactly did this tourist spot came to be.

The tourist spot may have started recently in 2018 but most people do not know that the farm has been around for a very long time. The flower farm first operated solely as a supplier for its flower shop with the same name, Northern Blossom Flower Shop. The shop was founded in 2002 located in Maria Clara Street, Sampaloc, Manila which is very near the infamous hub of flower shops Dangwa. The shop sold wholesale flowers to successful florists like Allen Uy, Hizon, Tecson, Cyrus and events like SM Baguio’s impressive floats during Panagbenga. The flowers from Northern Blossom Flower Farm are seen in the covers of magazines, the hallways of five star hotels and the weddings of famous celebrities. They are also a staple purchase during notable events like Valentines day, Mother’s Day, all Souls and Saint’s Day.

 This lucrative business is the brain child of the business owner Mellany C. Ganayan. The farm is managed by the Mrs. Ganayan along with her husband Mr. Leonardo Ganayan. Like all farmers in Benguet, the business started as a vegetable farm. They planted different vegetables like radishes, cabbages, carrots and many more. While the couple worked on the farm, the husband Mr. Leonardo took a second job as a driver. He is tasked to deliver vegetables from Benguet to Manila. As he delivers these vegetables, some relatives asked him to sell their cacti and calla lilies in Dangwa while he stays in Manila. At this point, Mr. Ganayan is juggling the responsibilities of farming, selling cacti and delivering vegetables. One day Mrs. Ganayan asked to come with him to Manila in order to sell some of her cacti collection. Once in Manila, she noticed that there is a profitable market for flowers and cacti plants sold faster than expected. This experience gave her the idea of selling flowers.

(Mrs. Mellany on the right with the white Jacket)

The idea first started small. They started selling local flowers like calla lilies, hydrangeas or million flowers, different varieties of cacti and succulents and siastas. Then they started looking into other varieties of flowers that can grow in the cold weathers of Atok, Benguet. Mrs. Ganayan first inquired in Sunrise, the surplus store for seeds and farm supply. The store had limited varieties to choose from but they were kind enough to give the contact number of a company that sells imported varieties of flowers. Mrs. Ganayan met with the company located in Cubao and was offered a brochure of flowers she has not seen before. The name of the company and their supplier will not be disclosed as per request of the business owners. Mrs. Ganayan bought the seeds and started on the process of cultivating them. What followed was a series of trial and errors. There were series experiments as to how to cultivate and propagate these flowers. As well as investments in buying imported seeds and bulbs that may not return profit or worse they may not grow at all. Greenhouses were built in order to accommodate the growth requirements of different flowers and fifteen years later there now stands eleven greenhouses.

“We had no choice but to become a tourist destination” 

Through the years, family, friends and acquaintances have come to visit this quaint farm in Atok but there was one guest that brought impact that changed the course of the business. Enters Ms. Ollen Co. Ms. Ollen Co is a friend of a mutual friend and had been visiting the farm for a while. She has a talent and an interest in photography. She posts her beautiful photographs in Facebook. She featured the farm in numerous occasions, capturing the serene imagery of the farm during sunrise and the milky way at night. A lot of people are in awe of her photographs and are curious as to where these sceneries are. Captions and tags are present with the photos. it came as surprise when people started to inquire about garden tours and accomodations. After a while. people come out of nowhere asking at the doorstep about this flower farm seen in Facebook. Mrs. Ganayan welcomed these surprise visits and allowed allowed the visitors to tour the farm and take pictures for free. The images made their way into Facebook further solidifying the Farm as a go to destination for the perfect Instagram picture. This free publicity gathered the attention of the Department of tourism of Benguet. They asked for a tour which was immediately welcomed. Afterwards, they presented a request to advertise the farm as one of the Eco-tourist spot in the province. Mrs. Ganayan was adamant at first. She was concerned with the requirements in order to qualify as tourist spot like cemented trails, hand rails in the farm, reception area and clean functioning toilets. All of which would cost money in order to construct. In the middle of considering this life changing decision, visitors and tourists would still come and request to see the flowers. Mrs. Ganayan would allow these tourists to enter and often times there are those that walk on flower beds, some who pick and snap flowers and others that leave rubbish all over the place. This is not to say that all of them do it but there is always that one person. With people coming every now and then, Mrs. Ganayan said that “we had no choice but to become a tourist destination.” She does not have the heart to turn these people away and with the expenses and damages incurred from these untimely visits she thought that it would not be a bad idea to at least profit from it. Renovations was in the works and by 2018 Northern Blossom Flower Farm was open for business.

Northern Blossom Flower farm operated as both a supplier and a tourist destination. They have set an appropriate entrance fee of 250 pesos per head with discounts for senior citizens and children. Some complained about the expensive fee for just viewing flowers but as the owner has stated “the fee covers the loses from stopping harvests and allowing the flowers to just bloom in the farm.” Instead of harvesting some of the flowers, they are left in the farm for the tourists to see and the fee covers for the profits lost from not selling them. All was well and good until the unexpected year of 2020.

“The virus has affected the business in more ways than one”

 When the virus hit the Philippines, it affected people across the country. A lot of businesses went bankrupt, schools were canceled and a lot of people feared the spreading pandemic. After the long community quarantine, people tried pick up the pieces of what’s left from the wreckage caused by the pandemic and others tried to adapt to this “new normal.” Even with all this problems people still strive to make the best out of the situation, with new business flourishing online, jobs allowing people to work from home and people starting to take part in online classes. According to Mrs. Ganayan “ the virus has affected the business in more ways than one.” The current situation has affected both businesses. Due to the quarantine many flowers and vegetables have not been harvested and most was reduced to waste. All tourist attractions have been closed and the flower shop has also been rendered almost obsolete. The new normal further affects the state of consuming cut flowers. The prohibition of large gatherings like weddings, funerals, birthday parties and other functions have eliminated the need for flower décor and arrangements. With this problem, the owner Mrs. Ganayan sees no other choice than to get with the times. Instead of planting flowers, the farm has reverted back into planting edible produce like vegetables. For the past months from July to September, the farm has been planting cabbages, Chinese cabbages/wombok, carrots, broccoli and green ice lettuce.

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1CbGN_M6ZX3KUVaX1B5dPxhGp4qcmrm6L/view?usp=sharing

“ It is not the first typhoon to destroy my greenhouses and it won’t be the last. In cases like this we do what we have always done, we replant and rebuild”.

Disaster strikes in one way or another and at times there is just no other way to avoid them especially if the disaster comes in the form of a typhoon by mother nature. With the series of typhoons passing through the Philippines, Mrs. Ganayan has taken an extra precaution of tying the greenhouses down especially with the news of the super typhoon Rolly. What happened next came as a surprise when the most damaged incurred was caused not by Rolly but by the typhoon that preceded it, typhoon Ulyses. Only two out of the previous eleven greenhouses survived the raging strong winds and one of them actually got uprooted and moved. With the decline of the business caused by the pandemic coupled with the damages from a slew of typhoons, one would feel that the situation has proved hopeless. Regardless of the situation, the owners of the Norther Blossom Flower Farm decided to stay positive and to keep on trying. Mrs. Ganayan continues to plant seeds for next year and has decided to plant flowers again in the hopes of producing enough supply for the coming 2021 Valentines Day. In her own words “ It is not the first typhoon to destroy my greenhouses and it won’t be the last. In cases like this we do what we have always done, we replant and rebuild”.

Irsle Fernel Ganayan - CAS 101

[distinctivelibrarians]

hey, for the prompts- maybe something where ezekiel and jake get captured by someone while out retrieving something, and this guy wants to know who they are- and he isn't shy about using force to get it?? and then maybe ezekiel makes himself a target (maybe tying into your fic about ezekiel's non existent self preservation tendencies with eve?? i'm a sucker for jake/ezekiel bromance, and you of it so wonderfully. (bonus points for ezekiel whump)

Thank you so much for this prompt! And I am so sorry I’m responding to it so late. I hit the same snag I did as the last one - where I didn’t like anything I wrote for it to start with. But! That said! I do finally like where it’s ended up, though I think it may have strayed a little? Not a whole lot, so hopefully you still like it!

(warnings: referenced graphic violence)

Jacob was going to kill hi- No, not… not that. Yell at him. Sic a caffeine-hyped Cassandra on him. Make him join his and Baird’s work outs. Something.

(And maybe later, when he could look at the still prone form lying on the hospital bed beside him without flinching, maybe he’d revisit that first one because goddamn it Ezekiel).

If Baird or Cassie were to ask - which they were going to, he knew they were, could see them chewing at the bit, where they stayed at the edges of his awareness - flitting in and out of the hallway, occasionally peeking into the room. Waiting for Ezekiel to be okay so they could ask what the hell happened - Jacob already knew what he was going to say. Ezekiel was being Ezekiel. You were supposed to talk to him about this he’d tell Baird.

Even though he was still pissed, still angry (still scared), he knew he was being unfair to Baird, even in his head. Even in a conversation that hadn’t happened yet.

The case shouldn’t have been this bad. Just straight up, it shouldn’t have been. Not even in a ‘well, we’d hoped it wouldn’t be this bad’ kind of way. They were grabbing an artifact from a small town museum - which, yeah, Jacob had felt bad about that. For about two seconds. Then another person had gone into a frenzy trying to get at it. No deaths (that time around), but it was a close call. The stupid Battle Axe of Cyrus the Great (which was wrong, but no one really cared that it was the Axe of Tomyris, hence the urge to behead things).

The museum had all of one guard - retired, spent most of the night napping behind the security desk, Ezekiel had had just about a fit laughing about it, honestly. It was in the middle of nowhere. Only Ezekiel’s clippings book had pitched a fit about it, and Jacob had gone along at Baird’s insistence and since he wasn’t doing much of anything.

Ezekiel had gone in, armed with a spelled tarp courtesy of Jenkins to wrap the thing in, Jacob standing guard by the back door.

Ten minutes had him fidgeting. Twenty had him cursing. Twenty-five and he was slipping inside, the same way he’d seen Ezekiel go. He’d tried for stealth, in the dark and quiet of the dusty displays - not like it did him much good. Ezekiel was on the floor in front of the Axe’s case, a man standing over him, wielding a crowbar of all things.

He wasn’t much to look at in the dim light. Average height, average build, completely and totally average. Except for the manic look he was shooting the Axe, and the cruel snarl he shot Ezekiel’s way, as if trying to pick which one to deal with first.

The fact that Jacob managed to catch him off guard with a tackle from the side was satisfying for all of five seconds as they went tumbling down.

He’s pretty sure he got a handful of good punches in, but when he wakes up with an ache both on the inside of his head and across his left temple, he figures the fight ended with him getting a crowbar to the head, like Ezekiel. Either way, it takes him way too long to actually focus, way too long to figure out what’s going on when he does wake up.

He’s strapped in a chair - and actually tied to the chair, ‘cause they couldn’t have just a little bit of luck - Ezekiel in another one beside him. The guy from the museum is in front of them, back to them, standing by a table with the Axe laid out on a stand on top of it. The space they’re in looks large enough to be a warehouse, but he can’t tell if that’s just because all the shadows are kind of blurring together in his vision or if the space actually is that big.

It’s stereotypical is what it is, and he’s kind of ashamed they’ve managed to get caught like this. By one guy no less.

Ezekiel grumbles beside him, picking his head up to do the same sweep Jacob just managed, squinting against the bright light above them. He certainly snaps to attention faster than Jacob did.

The guy either heard the two of them waking up, or decided to give them attention at that point anyway. Even in the better light here, he still didn’t look like much, as he turned to face them. Still completely average - except for how he looked about two seconds from literally gnashing his teeth. Wasn’t a good look.

“Who are you?” His voice, oddly enough, was level - but only just and Jacob knew he wasn’t the only one who caught the seething undertone.

It all kind of just… went downhill from there.

Jacob would be hearing the crack of bone and the hiss of a barely repressed scream for a long, long time.

The beeping of the machines Ezekiel was hooked up to was going to drive him up a wall. The only reason he hadn’t broken something yet was because they were all steady - nothing was blaring warnings, nothing was trying to get attention. Only saving grace honestly.

When the heart rate monitor did speed up, Jacob just about fell out of his chair, head snapping up from where he’d been half-dozing. Still not blaring an alarm though, and once that sunk in, he made himself relax back into the chair, waiting for Ezekiel to wake up.

He wasn’t sure what his face was doing with Ezekiel did blink his eyes open, but he imagines it wasn’t too pleasant if Ezekiel’s flinch was anything to go by.

“...You look like hell, mate.” his voice was rough, weighted down. Jacob was just happy to hear it honestly. And then what he said actually sunk in and he had to take a moment to keep from shouting then and there. The doctors had already tried to get him to leave for being disruptive. Best not give them a better reason to try.

And, well, Ezekiel wasn’t lying. His own arm was currently patched up in a cast that already itched to hell and back, his face was probably black and blue, and he hadn’t changed out of the clothes he’d left the Library in yet. He was a mess, and he felt like it.

“Look in a mirror lately? Not doing so hot yourself.” It was weak - felt dragged from his chest by sheer force, and even then only just. But it wasn’t shouting, so Jacob would take it.

Ezekiel grimaced, glancing around for a long moment before moving to push himself up to sit. And maybe Jacob was feeling just a little bit vindictive when he let him struggle for a moment before leaning over to help with his one useful arm.

The silence that settled over the room after that was… it wasn’t tense, but it was thick. Waiting for one of them to break it.

“So… we get the Axe?”

“Did… did we get the Axe? Are you serious right now?” Ezekiel shrugged, wincing when that pulled at his arm in a sling (and a cast all its own), before blinking and actually looking down at himself to take stock apparently. Busted arm, an impressive number of bandages covering and even more impressive number of stitches, what had to be one hell of a bruise on his side, possibly still imprinted with the bottom of a boot. Jacob couldn’t imagine that felt great on top of an only recently healed bullet wound from a previous case.

“Well, it’s what we were there for.” he mutters, eyeing the blanket over his lap. Jacob kind of just stared at him for a long moment before heaving out a sigh (and he didn’t miss Ezekiel’s flinch at that either).

“...Baird grabbed it, yeah.” he offered after a long moment. Ezekiel seemed to relax, just barely, and stayed quiet. Jacob was half tempted to let the silence ride until Ezekiel broke it himself - it wouldn’t take long, honestly. But… “...Why’d you do that?”

“Do wha-”

“Don’t you dare, Jones.” he was rather proud of himself for keeping his voice low, level. Because he certainly didn’t feel like that right now. Ezekiel glanced up at him, expression already schooled into its usual devil-may-care smirk, even if it didn’t carry nearly the same weight when he was surrounded by the crisp, too-clean white of the hospital bed.

“We needed time. I got us that.”

He knew he was staring.

Of all the excuses he’d expected, that, honestly, hadn’t been one of them.

They hadn’t needed time. They’d needed a way out. And Jacob had been pretty sure they would’ve been able to do that, had Ezekiel gone with what Jacob had thought was the plan - they’d gotten so much better at planning together on the fly after the fight in Charleston.

Ezekiel could get out of those restraints in no time. Jacob couldn’t. One of them free gave them much better options than neither of them.

Distracting the man - which, they never did get a name, huh - wasn’t going to be pleasant, Jacob knew. He’d seen similar looks on similar men, and knew gritting his teeth and bearing it was about all he’d be able to do. But he could deal with that - had dealt with worse, honestly. Shangri-La hadn’t exactly been a picnic.

Jacob doesn’t know when Ezekiel decided to throw that out the window - before or after the first punch landed, or after the too-loud sound of his arm cracking maybe - but one moment, he’d had all the man’s attention, and the next, Ezekiel was yelling, throwing barbs and insults and lord only knows what else since Jacob only heard about half of it, trying to breathe through the pain in his arm.

He’d tried to get the man’s attention again - he’d been able to see that Ezekiel’s ropes were half undone, they just needed a couple moments more - but either the man had lost what little patience he had, or he’d been staring at the Axe for too long, because whatever Jacob said had gone right over his head.

By the time Ezekiel had stopped reacting, Jacob had been screaming.

He doesn’t know how Baird found them. He frankly doesn’t care. One moment he was watching his best friend get tossed around like a ragdoll, the next, the man was dropping to the floor, out cold with a barely restrained Eve standing over him.

And now, here they were, in the hospital, hours later. And Jacob was trying to wrap his head around what Ezekiel had said. And failing.

“...Time for what?” he didn’t know where the question came from, but he figured it was as good as any. Maybe Ezekiel could actually explain this to him. But when he just blinked in response, clearly also not expecting the question, Jacob felt his stomach drop. “You didn’t have a plan, did you?” He didn’t say anything, offering a rueful smile, just a shade too fake, instead.

Goddamn it.

“You know. We get it already.” That got him a confused look, so he just took a deep breath. “We get it already.” he repeated, “You're brave, the goddamn bravest of us all,” and what's that say about him, that he means every goddamn word and that his voice cracks on that truth, that he can still see Ezekiel doesn't believe him and it just makes him angrier, sadder, and he’s shouting by the end, and he doesn’t mean to but “you can take that hit for us. You don't gotta keep proving it. Give someone else a chance to take it!” He’s pretty sure his glare is murderous when a nurse pokes her head in to tell him to keep it down. She returns the glare but ducks back out without a word.

He dragged his good hand through his hair, not looking back at Ezekiel just yet.

“I know Baird talked to you. So here’s my bit. We need-... No.Fuck that. I need you - you’re my best goddamn friend, and I can’t lose that. Not for a case, not for an artifact that means absolutely nothing, and certainly not to some random asshole. So could you at least try? Just for a little while?” He’s not actually sure that last part had any sound behind it, he voice cracking too hard, but he’d said it, and he wasn’t taking it back.

When he dared to glance sideways at Ezekiel, he looked… well, shellshocked would be apt. But Jacob knew he wasn’t going to get an actual response for awhile. So he just shook his head slightly, huffing and hauling himself up. “Baird wants to talk to you again.” he shot over his shoulder as headed out. Closing the door behind him wasn’t the hardest thing he’s ever done, but it was pretty damn close.

But if the burning behind his eyes was anything to go by, he needed to get some space, and get it quick. He nodded stiffly to Baird where she was leaning on the wall across from him before heading down the hall. There had to be an empty room somewhere.

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