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The Year Between (20/22)

May 12-13, 2022 - Past The Clouds

Book: Open Heart: Third Year Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Genevieve McClure) Word Count: 2033 Rating: T Category: , Extended Series: WIP, AU Series, fluff Trope(s): 

Summary: ~Series: Following their engagement, Ethan and Gen navigate the year between the ring and wedding. ~ Chapter: It’s the final two days before the big day. 

Warnings: none

A/N: Originally, this chapter was going to be the entire week leading up to the wedding, but I changed it to just the two days before, because I feel like that’s all we need. So enjoy. Gen meets Ethan’s extended family, and then we have the wedding rehearsal and rehearsal dinner. Lots of fluff. 

May Part 1 ~ Part 2A~ Part 2B ~ TYB Masterlist

Ch. 1 ~ Ch. 2 ~ Ch. 3 ~ Ch. 4 ~ Ch. 5 ~ Ch. 6 ~ Ch. 7 ~ Ch. 8 ~ Ch 9 ~ Ch. 10 ~ Ch. 11 ~ Ch. 12 ~ Ch. 13 ~ Ch. 14 ~ Ch. 15 ~ Ch. 16 ~ Ch. 17 ~ Ch  18 ~ Ch. 19

Thursday, May 12th

11:09 AM

He can hear her fumbling around in the master bath from the living room, her muttered curses finding their way across the apartment. 

“Gen?” Ethan gets off the couch, taking a single step towards their bedroom. 

He knows she’s nervous about meeting his family today, though she has no reason to be. Their opinions mean very little to him, and they were only invited to the wedding at her and his father’s insistence. If Ethan had his way, their wedding would have consisted of ten people in total and happened a week after getting engaged. 

“I’ll be out in a second.” There’s a crack in her voice, the one she gets when she’s desperately trying to swallow down her anxiety.

It always breaks his heart, and has his feet carrying him to wherever she is. Wordlessly he enters the bathroom, moving to stand behind her. 

Their eyes meet in the mirror as Ethan kisses the back of her head. “What’s wrong?” 

“What if they don’t like me?” Genevieve sighs, dropping the makeup brush from her hand and leaning back against his chest. 

“They’ll love you.” 

“Okay, but what if they don’t?

“Genevieve,” He turns her around gently, hands moving to cup her face. “If they don’t like you, it changes nothing. I personally, could care less what they think. But, I am certain that they’ll love you. It’s impossible not to.” 

“Tell that to your mother. She hates me.” 

“Let her. She’s not a part of my life, or our life together.” Ethan smiles gently, kissing her forehead. “Everything will be okay. We’re getting married in two days.” 

That gets her to smile, looking up at him from under her lashes. “Yeah, that’s true.” 

“Come on, let me show you off to my family.” 

11:45 AM

They had chosen to meet Ethan’s family at a restaurant near the hotels for the wedding quests. A quaint little diner perfect for the pivotal moment. 

Genevieve takes a deep breath as they walk through the door, squeezing Ethan’s hand tightly. 

“Ethan!” A chorus rings out from the far corner, a large group turning towards the door. 

The only person she knows is Alan, and his friend Beverly, everyone else is a stranger. 

She wonders briefly as they walk to meet them if Ethan had felt this nervous when meeting her family two years ago. If he too felt like his heart was in his stomach and his stomach was in his throat. 

“So, you’re the woman my grandson has kept hidden away.” The oldest man in the group steps forward, pulling Gen into a hug. 

“I am.” She smiles, feeling a weight lift as she meets Ethan’s eyes, catching him winking with a smirk. “It’s nice to meet you, Mr Ramsey.“ 

“Oh please, call me, Jonah. We’re family now.” Jonah smiles wide as they pull apart. 

“Wait.” She turns towards her husband, shocked. “Your middle name is Jonah. You’re named after your grandpa? You didn’t tell me that!“ Gen smacks Ethan’s arm playfully. 

“I could have sworn I had.” 

“You didn’t!” 

“Well,” His grandmother steps forward, and devious smirk on her face, “I have plenty of young Ethan stories I can tell you as revenge for him keeping that little secret. And I’m sure his cousins do as well, come on.” 

They share a laugh as they walk to their table, the last bit of worry fading away with every step. 

Friday, May 13th

8:43 AM

Sunlight creeps in through the crack in the curtains, casting a streak of light across their bedroom. He can’t remember the last time he’d slept in this late, their trip on Valentine’s Day perhaps. Or even as far back as his and Gen’s trip to Paris. 

Ethan turns in bed, with the intent of pulling his wife close for some mid morning snuggles, but his plan is throttled by her already sitting up right. Nose in her phone and the cutest look of concentration on her face. 

“Good morning.” He props himself up on his arm, unabashedly staring at her. 

“Morning.” She barely looks at him, all focus still on the phone in her hand. 

“G, what are you doing?” 

“Making sure everything is set for today. Why did we think it was a good idea to have our rehearsal on Friday the thirteenth? Friday the thirteenth! Do you know how many things can go wrong today!? Alma and Ethan could miss their flight, Henry and the kids could get stuck in traffic, it could rain when we start rehearsing the ceremony. The restaurant could have forgotten our party for tonight. I could –” 

Ethan cuts her off, sitting up to take the phone from her hand. “Genevieve.” 

“What?” Her shoulders slump, sighing defeatedly. 

“Relax. Everything is going to be fine.” 

“You don’t know that.” 

“I do, in fact, and you know why?” Ethan pulls her into his arms, leaning back against the headboard. 

“Why?” 

“Because in twenty-nine hours, no matter what happens, we will finally be getting legally married. And there isn’t a single thing that can happen between then and now that can change that.” He kisses her head, lingering for a moment. “This is it, Rookie, we made it.” 

“Not yet. Say that again in thirty hours after the ceremony.” 

“Gen, look at me.” His wife sighs again, getting out of his embrace to look at him. His heart breaking the tiniest bit at how apprehensive she is. Ethan takes her face in his warm hands, thumbs stroking her cheeks. “We’re already married, correct?” 

“Yes.” 

“And what else is left to be done to make that official?” 

“Sign the paperwork and send it in and then wait for our marriage liscense to come in the mail.” 

“And does any of the millions of ways something can go wrong today or tomorrow change that?” 

“No, because we can do that regardless.” 

“Exactly.” He tugs her face forward, kissing the tip of her nose. “We made it, Rookie.” 

“We made it.” 

8:45 PM

It turns out, Ethan had been right that morning. Nothing catastrophic had happened that day, everything went perfectly. Henry, the kids, Alma and little Ethan Hudson, had all arrived on time, their rehearsal went perfectly - even if Gen had started to cry when they stood at the alter, overwhelmed by the realness of it all - and now their rehearsal dinner was in full swing. 

Everyone was laughing, eating and drinking, enjoying the night before the big day. Their families were getting to know each other and the kids were in the corner dancing the night away. 

It was the perfect day before their perfect wedding tomorrow. 

Gen smiles, as she leans into Ethan’s side, listening to him laugh with Naveen and Henry. Her heart so full it felt like it might burst at any minute. 

They had worked so hard to get here, and now their happy ending was only seventeen hours away.

“If I could have everyone’s attention for just a brief moment.” Alan stands from beside Ethan, clinking his glass. “First of all, I’d like to thank everyone for being here tonight. I know for many of us it feels like a day we’d never see.”  

The room erupts in laughter, Ethan rolling his eyes. 

“Second, I’d like to take a moment to talk about not only this wonderful couple, but also the woman who has touched so many hearts, our sweet Genevieve. While I had long accepted my son would never marry, there was always a small part of me that hoped he’d, at least, find someone. And I knew from the first time Ethan told me about his Rookie, that she wasn’t just someone who got under his skin, or his friend, but she was someone he was very slowly and unknowingly falling in love with.”

Alan turns to face her and Ethan, his smile full of pride and hope, and love. “Genevieve, you are the best thing to ever happen to not just my son, but our family as a whole. Your love for Ethan, your support, has changed our lives for the better. If it wasn’t for you, I don’t think our family would have ever healed from our hardships and pain. And I thank you for that everyday. 

But most of all, I thank you for opening up my son’s heart, and showing him the kind of love that not many are fortunate enough to find. Ethan often says that Genevieve is filled with love, that it’s the essence of who she is, and I think we can all agree that he’s right. 

Finding someone like that is rare, and I couldn’t ask for anyone better to marry my son. So, please, if you would all raise your glass in honor of our beloved Genevieve and the love she and Ethan share. I wish you both nothing but happiness and a wonderful marriage. Cheers.” 

Her eyes are wet with tears by the end of her father-in-law’s speech, getting up to hug him as he finishes. 

“That was so sweet, thank you.” 

“I meant every word.” Alan hugs her tightly. “You changed his life, Gen.” 

“He changed mine, too.” She pulls away, wiping a tear from her cheek. Laughing internally at herself. There is no way she makes it through the rest of the weekend without going through at least one box of tissues. 

But for the first time in a long time, they were tears of joy and she’s happy to shed every one. 

10:30 PM

He hasn’t let go of her hand since they left the restaurant, soaking up every last second of being by her side before they part for the night. 

For a reason that makes little sense to him, Genevieve has insisted they keep the tradition of staying apart the night before the wedding. And no matter how many times Ethan insisted and reminded her that they were already married, she wasn’t giving in. 

So here he was, in the elevator of their hotel, dreading the moment he lets her go. 

It doesn't help that she and their wedding planner had picked the hotel chain that has quiet a few memories attached. 

They’re staying in The Celestial tonight, the hotel chain having a location just outside their home city, and when Gen found out she booked it without a second thought. Saying it was a throwback to their beginning, where she knew he was the one. 

He knew it that night, too. Kissing her on that Miami balcony had stirred something in him, awoken a part he didn’t know he had. It terrified him, forced him to push her away when he should have held her close. 

But here they were, three years later, on the eve of their wedding. More in love than he ever thought possible. 

“Time to say goodnight, babe.” She turns to face him once they make it to the bridal suite. 

“You sure I can’t change your mind?” Ethan takes a breath, wrapping her in his arms. “You know how much you hate it when we sleep apart.” 

“You’re right, I do hate it, but it’s only one night and it’s tradition.” Gen brings her arms around his neck, reaching up on her tip toes to press her forehead against his. “And remember in twenty fours hours, you’ll be carrying me through these very doors as my husband.”

“I can’t wait.” He closes the distance between them, kissing her the same way he had in Miami. Passionately and desperately. 

“You’re not helping. How am I supposed to leave you when you kiss me like that.” She’s breathless when they break apart, cheeks tinted the prettiest shade of pink. 

“I wasn’t trying to help, G.” 

“I’m standing my ground, old man.” Gen shakes her head, finally extracting herself from his embrace. 

He watches her open the door, the excited squeals of her bridesmaids already inside the suite echoing into the hallway. 

“Rookie,” Ethan calls after her before she door closes, smiling when she turns around. “I love you.” 

“I love you, too.” Gen walks back to him, taking his face in her hands. “I’ll see you tomorrow, husband.” 

“Tomorrow, my beautiful, wife.” 

A/N: We made it to the wedding bitches!!!! Who’s excited? 

Get your tissues ready, because the next chapter is their first look and ceremony and I’m determined to make all of us cry. 

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Idk about you, but every single time when I commented on a fic with "aww I love this fic so much and I especially like the scene where xy... " I never get a replay and it honestly makes me anxious...commenting something in public is already nerve wracking and rebloging is something i don't do anymore since I've spent 2 days regreting it...i was too nervous and I nearly threw up because people can see immediatelly what I read or liked... so commenting is kinda easier since other people have to look into the comment section to find it...idk I'm dumb lmao. I started sending fanart for the authors too, because I want them to see that I appreciate what they do...I still feel bad tho since I'm not THAT great at it and they deserve more and oof...idk I feel like I'm not doing enough...

sorry if there are mistakes in that whole ass text and my little ramble 😶 What are your thoughts on all this? 🥺

sorry for the bother too omg ~ ❄️

Hello!!

Okay so, I love every single comment I get like, I get so excited when somebody leaves me one and it doesn't matter how long, small or nonsensical the comment may be I get butterflies <3 So never, ever feel anxious or worried about leaving any kind of comment.

I find replying to comments a lot harder than asks or reblogs simply because sometimes they get lost, a lot of the time I post before I go to sleep and when I wake up I can have anywhere between 10-50 comments on the post making it really really hard to reply to all of them. I also hate picking and choosing who to reply to because I don’t want people to feel i’m ignoring them and not another. If i’m on when when the comment is there I will always try to reply but I know I don’t always manage to reply no matter how hard I try, but, i’m STILL extremely grateful for the comment like, I promise every comment I’ve had has made me smile so please never question if you should comment, if I didn’t get comments I could promise you I wouldn’t post in all honestly.

The not wanting to reblog does make complete sense. Reblogs are really good for Authors but don’t feel bad if you’re unable to do so you don’t owe us anything, but if you can’t reblog or aren’t comfortable then I do think you should try and comment, but again, not always possible, I know I don’t reblog and/or comment on EVERY fic I read, but I try my best to support. Maybe if you’re not having any luck with them you could try asks on anon? You don’t every have to do that but nothing makes my heart race more than an excited anon.

Its strange for me to say because honestly I don’t tend to get people going into my fics and sending me detailed stuff on what they love about it (I have had a few here and there and they stick out in my mind but they are far in between) and thats 100% fine but I would honestly be so grateful if somebody did that for me <3

Ive also never had anybody ever send me fan art but I would DIE If somebody did that for me, no matter how good or bad the love and effort or somebody actually thinking about me and/or my fics wanting to do something like that honestly my heart would double in size so never ever feel that way baby <3

In short, you don’t have to go to far out to support writers, comments are all you have to do to make us feel good about that work and even if you dont get a reply that doesn’t mean they aren’t appreciated but the fact that you attempt to do fan art and more is actually incredible and you’re already doing a lot more for us than other people.

TL:DR, You don’t actually owe us anything, just like we don’t owe our readers anything, but the more love you give the more you will get out of writers, when people talk about TYB It makes me wanna write more. If you’re doing everything you can and everything you’re comfortable with that’s all I will ever ask out of my readers. 

I’m not really good at expressing myself so I really hope this made sense and makde you feel a little bit better, never think you’re a bother and know I adore asks like this, its awsome to be able to talk to you guys slightly deeper. 

Ily, and thank you for your support <3

[youarebeyoutifulx]

Hey may i know how to move on from someone we still love ?☺️

السلام عليكم،

okay let’s do this, bismillah.

i hate to say this but moving on from someone i love has been the hardest struggle of my life because it took me so long to find the solution even though i had the solution but didn’t know the right way to implement it? i say “i hate to say this” because now in the place i’m in there’s so much to life other than that, there’s so much i was missing out because i was too busy trying to move on, and “i hate to say this” because Allah swt blessed me with so much, so much & because of my heartbreak i thought my life was the worst place to be in & i talked to god a lot asking him why me? why am i the side of the relationship that has to suffer with cheating, or being lied to or whatever. i’m saying this because i want you to know that i did suffer & i do know how horrible it feels & i do know how much pain you might be in & i want you to know i’ve been in your shoes & i have the solution with me & i want you to trust me & trust Allah swt & do this knowing that you’ll move on & knowing that you’ll come out of this the best version of yourself. i’m gonna take you through my journey.

i want you to know that all along, i did pray & i did complain to Allah swt a lot & i cried & soaked my prayer mat & meh at times i did read quran when i felt too much heaviness in my heart. & okay i read the morning & evening athkar so i was doing all that thinking i’m close to god so i’m definetely gonna move on because whenever you ask anyone how to move on they just tell you get closer to god so i thought i was doing something there. Along side with all that, i talked to my friends a lot whenever i felt down i talked to them about it waiting for them to help me & yes they did help me but it was only for a matter of a few hours maybe a couple of days but then i’ll go bad again. Along side with that i worked out, along side with that i stalked him for so long because i needed to know what he was doing i felt like I needed to, i actually stalked him maybe once a minute & got several panic attacks per day depending on what i see when i stalk him & i’m not even exaggerating. just want you to know how attached i was so that you can trust me when i tell you that if i can move on from that, you can too.

for a long long time that’s what i did i relied so much on my friends, that every couple of days i’ll talk to them they’ll calm me down for a few days then i’ll talk to them again & this went on for so long until they really got tired of me hearing the same things & telling me the same things & i don’t blame them, if i were in their shoes i’d get tired of me too. but it’s not because they don’t love me, they do love me but they’re human after all, they don’t have the power to change what’s in my heart, but okay god can change what’s in my heart but i’ve been complaining to him too & he didn’t help me not yet, it’s been so long & i haven’t been progressing a single bit. so i tried again.

this time i tried to only complain to him, and stop complaining to my friends because i’m sure they’re done with me. the more i complained to him the faster i used to want the next prayer to come so that i can complain again. i wanted to keep complaining to him but i still used to think about the guy a lot because for 5 times a day all i was doing is talk to god about him i’m still so invested in the guy that throughout my whole prayer all i’m doing is think about sujood to talk about him; what was i doing. i came across something somewhere, i think in a video that said if you’re thinking about something continiously in your prayers, abandon it. tyb that’s what i’m doing! that’s why i’m praying! but i shouldn’t be praying to abandon it? it shouldn’t be the purpose of praying. i shouldn’t be praying wholeheartedly only because i want something from god. i came across something else that said if god doesn’t grant you what you want it’s because you might be praying for something that’s bad for you & god wants nothing than the best for you. but how can me getting back to a person that broke my heart so many times be bad for me that’s what i thought lol. i was so attached that i thought nothing can fix me other than going back, & hell i did go back on & on & tried forcing things to work just because i was attached and each time my heart would get worse & worse.

i was convinced after a while that maybe praying he comes back & is good to me isn’t the right prayer. i forced myself to pray that, ya Allah if he’s good to me i want him to come back if he’s not then make me forget him. i’m sure god changed something in my heart so that i can wish for that, because back then i was addicted to the thought of him coming back to me i wouldn’t believe that i will once ask god to make me forget him, so good something was changing. subhanallah a short while after that i started praying only that i forget him & when i reached this stage my heart started changing. slowly slowly i found myself praying for things other than him, that god forgives me for being in a relationship before marriage ( our parents knew about it & we were gonna get engaged but their still shouldn’t have been a relationship in the first place) & the more i asked for forgiveness the more i found things that i should’ve been feeling guilty about but didn’t so i started asking for forgiveness for those things. now my head so was so invested in all the mistakes i’ve done & i wanted nothing but for god to forgive me. so i begged him on every prayer to forgive me. subhanallah i felt like god was putting me through all this pain so that he can forgive me so that i can know my mistakes & ask him for forgiveness. he blessed me with so much & i took advantage of it all without thanking him. i never thanked him enough and i started feeling like nothing i’m doing is enough. that he protected me and covered for my mistakes, he covered for me so many things i’ve done that were wrong i never thanked him for that. i have never thanked him enough for blessing me with parents with good health that didn’t really raise me all this time so that i can waste years of my life not appreciating what i have. i wanted to thank god for all that. so i’ll pray more to thank god for all the things i didn’t see all these years.

along side with thanking god in my prayers i wanna do more for Him. i want to starting reading quran on a regular basis, not for my own sake this time, but to thank him at least i need to read his book, the more i read the more i got attached to it & the more the verses spoke to me, so many verses in the Quran subhanallah make so much sense to me now although i’ve read them before but they make so much sense now, they calm me down, they show me that life isn’t really that important, and i shouldn’t be spending my life on anything other than getting closer & closer to Allah swt, because all those people, they’re temporary and they really are, selfish? in a way or the other, they wanna keep following they desires & they wouldn’t care if their desires stepped on you a little, but Allah swt? he cares about me & he wouldn’t hurt me in any way.

oh we’re not thinking about him anymore. good. he texted me, oh months ago i wished for this text, i wished he told me these things, but i don’t need them now, i begged god to grant me that back then . لا يؤخر الله عليك امرا إلا لخير و لا يحرمك من امرا إلا لخير ولا ينزل عليك بلاء إلا لخير ، فلا تحزن فالله لا يأتي إلا بالخير . if he texted me back then i would’ve answered and went back to an abusive relationship, but god waited to grant me my prayer after making me stronger. he granted it though, subhanallah. all i cared about then was to thank Allah swt more for delaying granting me my wish till i was okay. subhannalah he wanted to show me that he answers my prayers but in the right time for me. i started finding peace. we moved on. subhanallah, i forgot i was trying to move on. god really does have the power on removing what’s int he heart. Allah swt really does have his ways of getting a person to follow the right path. it’s the hardships that guide us.

it’s getting your heartbroken that guides you, i thought i was guided since i prayed all my prayers & read my Athkar, but my heart wasn’t guided. i didn’t have tawakul, i searched for peace by talking to my friends when i had what was greater than that, i healed like i’ve never healed before. It was like all those broken pieces of my heart were healing again, and my sheer pessimism and bitterness was turning into this beautiful optimism. once you realise that Allah عز وجل is the source of all hope, you won't feel hopeless anymore. you will find yourself rising above your despair, and that crushing sadness will leave you.

so how do you move on, you ask me. you throw everything away & invest yourself in nothing apart from getting close to Allah swt. he will fix everything broken inside you, without you asking for it. you try getting close to him & he will fix you & he will show you what matters & he will guide you & he will take care of you like no one ever did.

take care of yourself, and talk to me if you ever need to, i love you & i’m here for you.

[soft-pentagon]

Can't wait for Road to Kingdom!! I'm not hoping for anything because ..Mnet 🙄 but I'm here for the amazing content that's awaiting us. At least it's the chance for our boys to shine! Especially looking forward to the covers because we know how good they are at re-appopriating existing bops. *cough*obssessed with Hui's Dalla Dalla *cough*. I'm curious about the other groups too, amongst them I've only got Oneus in my kpop playlist. You made me curious about The Boyz too ahah - tyb anon

Omg yes I'm excited to see all the performances :( they're gonna do so well I'm sure!!

And yes bro I love tbz :(( I wish I had more deobis friends agvshsjs anyways they're great you'll see 👀👀

#tyb anon #ask #I'm dying for interactions of my ults agavzhjs

[blackssuunn-mandoandyodito]

1/ Yes, hello, I'm here to talk about your fics! (Disclaimer: this might get long af, I apologize in advance). Okay! First up we have your beautiful "Tabaco y Brea", a story full of pining idiots, yearning and Javi being smitten (AKA my favorite combination). The banter-y and occasionally aggressive dynamic between your main characters is hilarious to read, and I absolutely adored all the scenes where Javi tries to make Bera happy or is happy when she is happy (the food scene, for example). ~ 🍪

2/ And when Helena told Bera about Javi saying Bera's name during sex? I died. I'm literally dead. You're talking to my ghost right now. Seriously, you write Javi in a way that makes me swoon and it's great!! 🥺 Also, am I the only one who wants to hear the Bera nickname origin story already?? Also, the Spanish is really good (I know that since you're Mexican (as stated in your bio), Spanish is probably your mother tongue, but yeah). ~ 🍪

(Everything else under the cut bc both me and this lovely anon got long with our words XD)

3/ I'm aware this is kind of unfair to writers who don't speak Spanish fluently, but reading a Javi story where there's dialogue in Spanish that is actually well-written and has no grammatical errors is just really refreshing. As a native Spanish speaker, I thank you from the bottom of my heart lol. | Also, I'm just gonna talk real quick about "Breaking Point". It's just really adorable! 🥺🥺. ~ 🍪

4/ Like, we have more yearning and pining, which is great, but also some great Din introspection that you wrote masterfully. I very much agree with this characterization, frankly. And the scene at the end? THE SCENE AT THE END? I'm crying (of happiness, of course) | I also read "Trembling", which was much more painful than what should be allowed. For a moment there I even though there might be a happy ending (how naive of me, isn't it?). ~ 🍪

5/5 I'm too sad to even review it properly! (It was really well-written, truly) | Also, meaningless note, but when I read the "Updated: 09/07/2020" I automatically read it the American way and was like "Is she from the FUTURE??" for like 2 seconds until I realized you were saying the date the NORMAL way and then I started laughing | Anyways, you are a great author! Have a nice day! ~ 🍪

Hello!

Okay, first of all, you're an angel. You can't begin to imagine how much this meant to me, I cried a lot (I'm a crybaby what can I tell ya) when I read all your asks because I had never gotten asks like these, you're so sweet and the way you talk about my work warmed my heart, cleared my skin and made me healthy. So yeah, I'll be forever grateful for this asks, thank you♥️

Now on to the answer. Please never apologize for sending long asks! As I said before, I don't get many and when I do they mean the world to me so feel free to send as much long asks as you want to, I'll read them a hundred times and then answer with happy tears streaming down my face.

I'm so happy you like TyB! I put a lot of work into that one and it has a special place in my heart. The fact that you mentioned the thing about food made me smile because I didn't think anyone noticed how important food is in this fic but you did so, my hat is off to you now!

(They can be a pair of pining idiots, uh? It will be okay though)

When I wrote that scene with Helena I was like "I'm really writing this, uh?" and yeah, I also died so my ghost says hello too XD.

I posted another chapter on Sunday, idk if you read it? There it explains where the nickname comes from, I hope you're not dissappointed 🥺

Yep, Spanish is my mother tongue and it feels great to incorporate it in something I'm so passionate about. Me alegra que te guste el diálogo en español, a veces sale muy natural y es la parte más fácil (y a veces también de las más importantes) de escribir♥️

Breaking Point is, tbh, one of the works I am most fond of. Din came naturally to me and a lot of people find that little fic accurate, I'm always delighted to read that someone thinks it's spot on, thank you♥️

Sweetie, I CRIED while writing Trembling, and I wanted soo much to give it a happy ending but it just didn't seem to fit, y'know? I'm so sorry I made you sad, but thank you for reading it🥺💕Btw, I just noticed that yeah wow you write the date in a different way and I just never noticed? Lol, the "normal" way seems weird to me but to each their own XD

I just want to thank you again, I smiled a lot while reading you and I'm going to keep this on my notes for when I'm feeling down, I'm sure it will cheer me up. I hope I hear from you again, you're the sweetest💕

Thank you, cookie anon. You will always have a place in my heart now♥️

#TyB #Tabaco y Brea #yeah I'm just going to #go cry again #thank you #you made my night with this #I'm grinning like an idiot #anon #ask #🍪 anon #cookie anon

[aki-draws-things]

For ”Things you did for me”, how about number 7 with Tyris? I like the idea of Paris taking Tybalt on a romantic date (:

@soetpotatis

It went a bit out... But here it is. I love my boys being cute... And yes, I wanted to use that roses thing since I started writing about them. Paris is just this much extra!!

I really hope it's fine ~

Also, always good to find someone who ask of them... I feel so alone

@freshprinceofverone tagging you too since it's with our dear disaster boys~

*********-----**********

"Are-- Are you rejecting me?" Paris sounded astonished; there, in the middle of a square, tybalt was standing, arms crossed around his chest, hair pulled in a tight ponytail with two small braids at the sides.

"what do you expect, Escalus? Coming back after three months, no letters, no nothing in between and you really thought things would be just as you left them? - Paris tried to speak but tybalt raised a finger in front of his face and he immediately closed back his mouth. - for all I knew you could have been dead."

"but I'm not." he finally managed to say. He took a step closer holding down the huge bouquet of roses. "I'm back, right here in front of you. Right here to be with you."

"a letter. All I asked was one letter to know you were fine."

It wasn't how Paris imagined the moment. He thought something romantic, maybe not to much since they were in a very public space, but maybe a smile, some nice words, a "I missed you", accepting his proposal for dinner. He should have guessed, though. Tybalt wasn't like everyone else, he was like fire, unstoppable, angry, he would take everything in his path down with himself. And that was one of the reasons Paris loved him. He should have guessed.

"a rose." he said bowing his head just slightly and holding out the bouquet again before looking up, serious, hopeful. "one rose for everyday we've been apart. Well... - he smiled and bit his lip. - that's only the last month actually. I may have dropped by your chamber and left the others there. It was getting too much and a bit embarrassing."

Tybalt blinked assimilating his words, then blushed. A deep red blush spreading from his cheek and to his ears.

"you--"

"yes. That's my apology. That's me begging for your forgiveness. That's me hoping we can start again where we left." Tybalt took the rose he held to him, held it close to his chest not daring to speak this time. But then Paris turn his back to him, head down.

"I guess you're right. It's too late now. I--"

How that happened? It wasn't what tybalt intend, honestly. Yes, he had been angry at him, a bit, and he had every right to be angry. Paris could have been dead and he would've never found out. But not-- not this.

"wait! - he held the rose tight in hand uncaring of thornes, and run after him. - Paris listen, I --" he stopped in front of him when the older man turned to face him. They stared at each other in silence for a moment, all words he had think of were gone.

Tybalt grabbed him by the front of the shirt, not gently nor elegant, he dragged him down and kissed him. He closed his arms around his neck when he felt Paris holding him closer, tighter, answering to his kiss with the same passion and sweetness.

"well... I believe that says everything." Tybalt whispered, slightly breathless, when they parted, Paris smiled, he actually beamed and damn of he didn't look so similar to mercutio in that moment. "you were saying about a... Dinner i believe?"

"if you wish to." he kept the bouquet in one hand, twenty-nine roses, not that tybalt had time to count them yet, and held his arm out for him.

***

How they ended up in a small tavern was unknown to both of them, somehow after the finest dinner tybalt ever had, second only to the one time he was invited to the prince's palace, they found themselves walking in the tavern, they took a table in the back, close to the fireplace, a small table, chairs almost touching, cozy and intimate, as much as intimate a tavern can be, speaking in hushed voices and soft laughs.

"you were serious, this afternoon?" tybalt asked, the rose was on the table now, close to his hand, his fingers brushed against the soft petals.

"I was serious about everything I said today, my dearest, but if you wish to elaborate..."

"the roses."

"oh, yes. Sixty roses waiting for you in your bed. I-- I might have exaggerated a bit, I know. But I wanted that to be serious and--- tybalt? Why are you laughing? Tyb--"

***

"cutio?" mercutio turned to Romeo, a grin all over his face. "is that your cousin? The one --"

"The one eating tybalt's face." benvolio added turning his face away from the scene. It was already strange seeing tybalt out with mercutio's cousin, but seeing him being kissed was.

"oh, you can bet he is. And thank God, I dare to say, I won't be able to stand Paris if things didn't go as he hoped. What I would do to see our prince of cats' face when he'll find all the rest of the roses."

***

"so, tomorrow..." Tybalt laughed, again, and Paris was beginning to think it was the best sound he had ever heard.

"you just came back."

"and I don't want to lose time, my dearest." he took his hand, kissing lightly his knuckles. Tybalt smiled, he wasn't shy, not really, he simply averted his eyes and smiled.

"you go too fast for me, Paris." he seemed to be taken back, tybalt smiled and kissed him lightly on the lips. "but maybe we can arrange another night."

#Tyris #Paris escalus #Tybalt Capulet #Paris/tybalt #Prompt #Ask answered #Quoting good Omens. Yes #Romeo et juliette #Retj #Fanfic #Aki writes

[decodervon]

You are right. He doesn't deserve my anger. It's all purely jealousy. Everything has been by the book. If I wasnt so emotional, I'd agree. Because logically, you're right. And thank you for finally admitting that about Kenny. It weirdly means a lot. But you or him didnt do anything wrong. That being said..

Nowhere is it written that I have to like it. I perfectly understand. I still absolutely hate it. Its probably not fair, but i also feel it isnt fair. I have been ready to have these talks.. these honest communications with you since September. I know we hadn't figured out how to get our thoughts and feelings across yet, but I felt it. I felt ready to honestly connect and leave behind the past shit. I felt so awful and guilty for putting you through the worse of me, all I wanted to do was legitimately make it up. Not just so I didnt lose you, but because I owed it to you. For everything you suffered through. And where my anger stems from is that... you werent ready to hear that. You werent ready to believe me. The shoe was finally on the other foot and I fell to the mercy of the court and you... timidly agreed to it. Not really believing. And after figuring that out around Christmas... it made me mad. I had fully believed you after you put me through Hell. I had every reason to leave and I thought, "Its only at our lowest, that we're opened to the greatest change" and I just... took a chance on you. And i was right to. You cleaned everything up. You were dependable. You werent sketchy. You werent roaming around behind my back. I wanted that same courtesy. I wanted a real chance to make it up and you said youd give it to me, but you never actually did.

I'm sorry to bring up that Tom situation again. I know it infuriates you. But I do because I know you're saying, "I did give you a chance and you kept blowing it" but that conversation where I warned you... Time shows that I was right. I was legitimately trying to warn you and you bit my head off. You werent ready to hear me. I sat you down at Samurai to tell you I was scared of the idea of going out with someone else. because I KNEW this is how it would all turn out. Sure the names and faces are different, but I KNEW this would be what happened. I wanted you to see me. I wanted you to believe me. I was trying so hard to reach you.. but you didnt want to hear me.

I want to be happy for you. I really do. Part of me is. But I tried so hard to do those things for you, ready to be a good force in your life and the thing that stopped me... was you. I spent a lot of time and effort that I wish I hadn't. If I would've known you werent going to actually have faith in me... we would've stopped talking by October. That's why I'm so mad. You welcomed this stranger in when I was fighting so hard for that spot. That anger culminated and blew up on you on the worst possible day and finally killed everything.

I wasnt ready to give up. I have never given up on you. I dont know how. That's why I hate him. He could be the nicest and best guy.. but i wasnt ready to quit. I wasnt ready to give up my spot. He represents the chance that I wasnt honestly given. You had some hiccups when I gave you your chance, but I knew you were human and I saw the direction you were going and was happy to give you more chances. You were waiting for me to fail. Waiting for me to slip just to tell me I couldn't do it. It wasnt fair. After 8 years, it wasnt fucking fair.

So yeah. Any words for him that come out of me will be bad. I wonder if I'll see him at an Ivan gig, since Ivan said they were friends. I glare and look and watch. Seething for this nobody person that got to walk into the longest relationship I ever had. I know, logically, I am wrong. But my passionate feelings wont listen to that. They scream and they wail and they cry out for my broken heart. I'm sorry I cant be better. I love hard and I love true. Our relationship put me through Hells I didn't know existed. All that kept me going was that strength. That pure, deep love for you.

Small stuff: Talk about her however you want. As you stated, this is a free space. If bad mouthing her helps you expel those feelings: do it. And his name isnt a full name. Hes got a dumbass name. sorry. that's truth. coming from another dude with a dumbass name. It's probably good to kill that curiosity. I do not want to hurt you. I dont have that anger for you in that way. I have a frustrated anger. not a vengeful one. I am not out to hurt, scare, torture, or spite you in any way. I do gnash my teeth at how irresponsible it was to offer a chance you werent actually offering, but that's it. I felt used and like a fool. you may have felt used after a 10m phone sex session, but I felt used after a 3 month desperate plea. not a contest, but they both fucking hurt.

I will keep writing here, because it's better than directly contacting you. I am honest with myself and know that I crave you like a drug. I will kill myself on your high. I cant resist you. You have almost infinite power over me and probably dont even know it. I thank you for not exercising it, because i do not know how strong i can be... even if I'm with her. THAT is how much power you have, believe it or not.

I honestly put my heart into you. I can't forget it and I cant forget you. I should've been the one to make you happy for the rest of your life and I will always hate anyone else that gets the chance you. you do deserve happiness and I hope you find it. but I will never ever like anyone who is romantically involved with you. Mine was personal love. Something I have never granted to anyone the way I had for you. It is a tragedy that we figured out how to communicate honestly too late. I miss telling you my secrets. I miss so much.

Take care of that sweet girl for me. I was the longest male in her life and she was a big part of mine. I gave her some good love when i last saw her. Update her Instagram, you monster. or make a new one. she deserves it. stretch her everyday. tell her you love her. dont assume she knows.

(also, today is safe to check mine. atleast before Zia. good pic of Tyb.)

I'm here for emergencies. You know what that means.. I hope. Do well. Break up with that one guy and do the single self empowerment thing. You're strong and I wish you well.

[nizaloredo-blog]

First on all get white boy wasted babes 😂have fun getting drunk for me and everyone else. Stay safe, have fun hope you don’t puke.

On July 19, 2017 was such a great day for myself and probably for many fans and Shawn did such a great performance. 20,000 people people man! Last year in Grand Prairie it was 6,350 people!! July 20th also marks a year from when I went to my first concert and it was also @shawnmendes ’s first own world tour for his first album. And now he’s soon going on his third album tour which I’m excited about. He’s accomplished so much! Graduated high school in 2016. Got his first tattoo July 2016. You had an appearance on The 100. In the past year you’ve he’s won People’s Choice Awards Breakout Artist MTV Europe Music Award for Best Male. MTV Europe Music Award for Best Worldwide Act Kids’ Choice Award for Favorite Male Singer Juno Fan Choice Award MuchMusic Video Award for Best Pop Video three years in a row!!!(‘15, '16, '17) Radio Disney Music Award for Song of the Year (TYB) Kids’ Choice Award for Favorite New Artist (you’ve been mine since a little after Magcon :))) And Bravo Otto - Super Singer - Male & much more. And sold out at MSG

You were on so many shows and magazines. You have sung live at so many countries and will sing live at so sooo many places more. You turned 18 last year man! And then you’re going to turn 19 this YEAR!! (Legal age to drink in Canada 😉😉😉) You/He dropped TYB last year and Mercy (on my birthday!) and then he released his whole Illuminate album. Illuminate was #1 in 65 countries. You performed at Madison Square Garden!! “It’s crazy right?” As you said yourself. It’s wild man! You’ve gone to almost all of the continents in the world. You were on the Late Late Show with James! So funny. (You guys have to do a carpool soon!) You walked through your first model runway. You looked so happy doing so and cozy and so loose. You sang live at Jingleball 2016 which I sadly couldn’t attend.

Of course those are only just facts. Here are some things that attracted me to you. You’re the most kind, genuine, honest, considerate, sassy, petty, salty, (<<<all those three in a funny way) beautiful (inside and out), tallest, most beautiful haired guy with the voice of an angel. You always think of others. You do everything for us. Which I am so grateful for. It’s so nice and beautiful and cute of how you always stay in contact with your friends and family even when you’re on tour. I believe you even had some friends with you on tour for the past few weeks. I think you even said you had Matt throughout the whole tour! You never let haters put you down. You make music that makes you feel and that isn’t just like a song that’s like “here you go a song to listen”, no! You make a song that has a message and has a big meaning. And as you always say before you sing A Little Too Much, that even in our lowest we can get ourselves back up. That you in that in time you were at your lowest but you were strong enough to get back up. You are yourself no matter where you’re at! Whether it’s you being interviewed or in a Q&A and even when you’re not being recorded or filmed you’re still the same person. I know it’s crazy to think but you’ve probably heard this already: you inspire me to try harder and harder to play guitar and to sing. And I thank you for that.

You came out with a new fragrance for both men and women! That’s crazy! Must’ve taken long considering you’ve been on tour for more than 2 and a half years! I love the fact that there is a pick and a guitar string with the bottle. It’s beautiful how you put together this product that you (and whoever helped you) worked on and added your love to music along with it.

And then you’re releasing your third album in 2018 and you’re ALSO touring for that album! Boi you need a rest! You tweeted hours (on August 1st) ago that soon you will! Hopefully it’s after your third album tour. You need the rest man. The fandom and I (sihdjdkdjdn I sound so geeky) are concerned about you man.

Akhdndkjd it’s crazy how in Miami you got into the crowd of fans! Kahdndmd that’s wild!!!!

Stay safe babes, stay healthy, be happy, conquer more and most importantly drink responsibly 😂I’m so so so glad that you’re doing what you love even though like 5 years ago you wouldn’t have even thought about his happening to you, it has now lol. You amaze me everyday and don’t ever doubt yourself because I believe in you, WE (your fans) believe in you. And we love you. No matter what, I will never stop loving and supporting you ❤️

((((Akjsnd okay I have to say this! Yes we are the Mendes Army! That is your/his real fandom base name! Ik it’s not cool like it was for 1D like Directioners or for JB like Beliebers or whatever! MENDES ARMY IS YOUR/ @SHAWNMENDES’S FANDOM NAME!!!! And you need to bring Salsa Shawn back! I beg of you! Please !!! It’s so silly and funny how butt happy you look!!)))))

I sound corny as heck throughout this but if I had a conversation w Shawn this would (not even half or a little bit) sort of be it. Happy Birthday Shawn, I’m proud of you buddy.

PS: kabdjdkd boi you need to release She’ll Be The One! Maybe even put it in the third album please! Akhdndkd it’s so good! You didn’t sing it in Dallas on July 19! I had learned the song just in case you did sing it! Boi u had me geekin! It’s good as heck tho! Kabxndjsjx release it though! (My birthday is 10 days after yours) Happy Birthday Shawn ❤️❤️❤️

#HappyBirthdayShawn #ShawnDay

he’s accomplished so much as a 17 and 18 year old, I can’t wait what he’ll get and do when he’s 19 :))

Posted: Tuesday, August 8, 2017 03:45, Dallas, Texas Time Zone

[genevievemd]

“Saraland” Season 3

Surprise! The story’s not over yet! Our little universe is back for a season 3 (lol) and we’re going back to were it all started, with 101 Days of Smiles.

Except this time, we’re doing 102 Smiles because why not! 

Starting June 6th, we will have a pictagram post of something that made our new bride smile for 102 Days. And just as I did with season 1, I want you all to be involved, so send your ideas here and they’ll be apart of the 102 days. 

So far I only have the first 3 days done and a few things for later on in the series, as I’ve been focusing on finishing the last two chapter of TYB (season 2), so send all the ideas my way. 

Oh and don’t forget our side couples - Sienna and Casey, Bryce and Natalie and Tobias and Camila! They can be a part of smiles too. 

Also, I think we need a proper name for this universe other than Saraland lol. So give me ideas for that too. 

Love you all, see you soon with wedded bliss and lots of smiles. 

Tag Lists: 

Perma: @potionsprefect @liaromancewriter @quixoticdreamer16 @zahrachoices @crazy-loca-blog @lilaccatholic @bex-la-get @anonymouserookie @lucy-268 @schnitzelbutterfingers @lady-calypso @rosebudde @writer-ish @a-crepusculo @jerzwriter @danijimenezv @rookiemartin @choicesaddict5 @mysticalgalaxysstuff @mainstreetreader @taniasethi @coffeeheartaddict2 @kalinahonore @toadfrog26 @differentlyphoonwerewolf @dr-addieramsey @sweetheartdectectivex @mrs-ramsey @fayeswiftie @peonierose @queencarb @natureblooms24 @choiceskatie @wanderingamongthewildflowers @vi-writes-stuff @somersetmummy @utterlyinevitable @ohchoices @headoverheelsforramsey @maurine07 @smilex1104 @gryffindordaughterofathena @alexabeta @panda9584 @jennieausten​

Ethan Only: @takemyopenheart​

#ethan ramsey x mc #ethan x mc #open heart #oph au #ethan x gen

[rapha-reads]

11 questions (round 2)

Thanks dear @ruby-red-inky-blue ! Here’s for you. :)

1) What was your first pet called or what pet did you want to have as a child ?

Not really a pet, but in Morocco we have (had) guard dogs and stray cats. The dogs and the cats were not pets, but animals that trusted us and we trusted. They would not come into the house, eat with us, or depend on us for anything, but we would fed them. My dad had a dog, that was really close to us, named Boogie. And my mom fed a half-wild cat for years that we’d call The Cat. I called her Diana. ^^ I wanted to have a horse named Tornado ... Silly little me.

2) Who was your first fictional crush ?

Again, my aro ass : crush ? uh ? But otherwise ... Artemis Fowl. I’m attracted to brains favoured with blue eyes and dark hair. But mainly the brains, the sassy attitude, the heart of gold hidden behind layers and layers of I-only-care-about-me-and-mine ... I love Arty.

3) First ship ?

It’s a tie between Romione and Tycutio. I read HP for the first time when I was 6, then when I was 9 or 10 because at 6 you can’t understand much, and I read R&J around the same age, 10. And for the moment Ron and Hermione met, I turned to my brother, and told him “I sense something between them ; it’s not a normal friendship”. And then Prisoner of Azkaban came and proved my suspicions. As for Tybalt and Mercutio ... I didn’t even know what ships were, or that homosexuality is ... how to say it ... problematic (meaning that to my eyes it was (and it is) (too many parenthesis) normal), and to my eyes, Cutio and Tybs were totally perfect for each other. And Tybalt, even with The Prince’s order, wouldn’t have been so shocked at having killed a man, more so a man he so despised (or so it seems) like he seems to despise Mercutio. Okay, I’m gonna stop there because I could write pages and pages about why and how they are perfect for each other.

4) Favourite season ?

Of which show ? Kidding. Autumn. Automne. Or Fall for ya muricans. 

5) Name a song that takes you back to your childhood.

Renaud, Société Tu M’Auras Pas. Renaud is all my childhood. With my brother, we knew all the lyrics by heart to all the songs, and especially this one. It was our favourite. I remember 5 yo me and 10 yo him screaming the chorus and jumping in the room at our late grandfather’s house, in summer, before we went living in Morocco and only were there for holidays. A simpler time. I guess that’s why I grew up to be who I am, having been fed with Renaud, Bob Marley and U2 since infancy ...

6) Are you a tidy person ?

*looks at the pile of clothes on the floor, the piles of books everywhere, the washing-up not done all week* Uh, yes, very tidy ! No, to be honest, I’m actually tidy, but I’ve been either very tired or very busy since I finished college last Monday, so, yeah, at the moment my room needs a bit of cleaning. Otherwise, I really don’t like a disordened, dirty room, so I tend to keep it clean and tidy. Only this year, I haven’t been living in the best of conditions to have much say in how I keep my room, so it’s been a little harder.

7) What is something a lot of your friends like but you don’t ?

Sexual and romantic relationships ? Lol. No, they like making plans when I’m more a “wing-it, let’s see how it goes as it goes” kind of person. I guess.

8) Favourite quote from a bad guy ?

“This country has been sick, this country needs healing, this country needs medicine - in fact I'd go so far as to say that, what this country really needs, right now, is a Doctor. “ - The Master, 3x12, The Sound of Drums (yes, the Master is a bad guy). Me : yes please, we’d love to have the Doctor now and here.

9) Do you have photographs in your room? Who/ what is on them ?

Nope, don’t have photos, but I have some drawings from my youngest sister, so they count as ! 

10) If you bought a pet right now, what would you buy and what would you name it ?

A cat. I want a cat. And at the same time I’m used to cats being independant, half-wild, street animals who have no need for humans except when the food is scarce in winter, so I wouldn’t even know how to take care of a pet (listen, I have a very paradoxical, complicated about animals in the house). But if I ever have a cat, I’d name it Aslan.

11) Your favourite thing that nobody ever has read/seen/listened to ?

Carina Rozenfeld’s series Phaenix. For which I wrote an article years ago because I bloody love these books and not a lot of people know about this excellent writer.  I would also say the Malaussène Saga by Daniel Pennac, but it’s a bit more famous. It is my favourite saga ever. Incredibly funny, smart, exciting ...

Feel free to tag me as much as you want ! 

#tag game #tumblr tag game #11 questions #ruby-red-inky-blue #i was tagged

[aliceoutofspace]

The Real MSK / Manhattan Subway Kings New York Q. and A. with DIA ONE M.S.K. and KISTER M.S.K. PRES

#1 When did you Guys start writing?

DIA: I started writing in 1982 . While I was running with my high school track team on Broadway and 225th st in the Bronx I saw my first burner. The train read ZEPHYR and RE- VOLT. In that moment my life took a turn.

KISTER: I fell in love with graffiti in 1986 when I saw the „back to school“ train with SAK, 2NEW, MAGNuM and FuRN. All I saw school yards in my hood were pieces of DIA, SAK, RuN (who no longer is with us), MOSTER, KM, Deetwo, CHI, MADE, PAST, JuNOne, PENN and many others. That was my introduction into the graffiti world. I began taking graffifi more serious in 1987.

#2 How got the name DIA?

DIA: A childhood friend gave me the name, his name is „OOPS“. One day we where hanging out in the locker rooms at JFK. I asked him to give me a graffiti name, he said you should write „DIA“. I was conflicted as to the name. But it was a great name, the rest was „HISTORY“.

#3 What is the meaning of „M.S.K“? What year the crew was created?

DIA / KISTER: M.S.K stands for Manhattan Subway Kings. The crew was created in 1982. Well to say the least, it was a group of smart kids with no sense of direction, but a love for adventure. Rebels against society. Poverty in NYC was very real. We had to be very creative with everything and steal everything else.

#4 Who are the members?

DIA / KISTER: DIA, 2NEW, MAGNuM, CHI, FuRN, PASC, SAK, PEEONE, RuN, RAM, WASE, KIP, RISK, MOST, RESP, FRANK, KC, KRON, RM, KM, D2, KCONE, MADE, BOM5, SHORTY, RISK, SHOCK, PINKY207, NARE, SWADE, KISTER, CHINO, RIE.ARISE, CRISIS, BESTER, JAYLO, LETS, CEN, CABLE, FIVE, MOOR, ALIVEN, FISK, DREB, CONE, VEDO, JESTER, NEST, ZINC, MEAN, RAYROC, CISE, BINHO (Brazil), CEL, OOPS, DAE, BEBAR, (Paris), SLY (Paris) MAHA (Australia), TORE, IATuS (ITALY), KAOS, ZENID (Germany)

#5 What trains, lines did Y‘all bomb?

DIA: We were prolific on the 1 line trains, and A‘s, C‘s trains because of our strong hold on the Ghost Yard on 175th St. and 207 St. KISTER: Layups. IRT-IND where the two different parts of the system. We had a role on those two. MSK never slept.

#6 What was a great story, that you like to share with the world?

DIA (laughs): Well I have so many stories but the one that comes to mind is, when we went to the Paulding Avenue & Esplanade St. in the Morris Park section of the Bronx the 5 train line, it was „CAP ONE-MPC“ back yard.

We almost cought CAP ONE but he ran for his life. We bom- bed the yard that day. As we where leaving the yard un- dercover cops rolled up on us. I remember telling 2NEW: „HEY!!!!! Those are Cops!!!“ - He said „no, fuck you, fuck that shit,!!!“ I said „yes they are, RuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuN!!!„

He did not, he kept tagging on the walls. The cops grab him from the back as he was still taking a tag. (laughs) He did what he did best, he picked up one of the cops like a puppet, body slamming him on the floor and kicked his ass, picked up other cop body slammed him too. 2NEW ne- ver knew who he was beating up until the cops pulled out there badges from inside their hoodie sweaters. A bunch of cops jumped on him, beating him with billy clubs and arresting him. We all ran as fast as we could... but that was some funny shit... (laughs)

#7 What crews did you guys have beef with?

DIA / KISTER: We have issues with many crews ....RTW, IBM, FC, TNB, 156, MPC, TDS, TKA, PLS.TATS, TYB just to name a few.

#8 DIA, how long did you go bombing and why did you stop?

DIA: We were active from 1982-1988 then the game changed... the M.T.A won the war on graffiti on trains. The end of an era. After that I lost the passion. Without the trains I felt empty. It was like the loss of a brother or a close friend.

#9 KISTER, how did you get connected with DIA and the rest of the MSK?

KISTER: I was looking for DIA for years after he stopped writing, and finally caught up with him via social media.

#10 KISTER and DIA, when did you met again for the first time and how did that influence your life?

KISTER: I met DIA in 2009. We had a real good dialog on social media about the past and present ,future of MSK... DIA Was real influential to me, because he was part of a Renaissance culture that transformed music , art, fashion, poetry that allowed urban city kids to express themselves. As a kid, all I saw was trains, school yards, vans and walls in my neighborhood bombed with his name. One thing about his style I admired was that (in my opinion) he was ahead of its time. If you look at the pictures of the work he was doing , I think you would agree.

DIA: I was impressed with his understanding and respect of what I had done. Back then no one had the vision he has today. He made MSK global. And we have a true friendship. Under the same street law... „STAY TRUE“.

After 30 years of not painting, he got me back in the game...Goes to show you the power of a true movement... That‘s how much respect I have for him .. I made him PRESIDENT of MSK. The rest is yesterdays history. And today we are reveling our poetry. He is our curator...

#11 How do you feel, catching up with your past and the Graffiti movement aging?

DIA: Well it‘s funny. I really have no comment on that. Because. Like anything that has a history in your life. Like art. Its subjective. Let history rewrite it. Its much funnier to see it..

#12 At what point is Graffiti in NY in general at the moment? Is it still a big subculture or is it more NY being the origin of the whole movement that keeps the spirit alive?

DIA: I see it as a big sell out... KISTER: Graffiti is alive and kicking. Even though obstacles have been placed,some laws have changed and their are cameras everywhere in new York, we won‘t stop. We have gone too far. Graffiti is a global movement, like music. This will always be a street thing. Even if some writers sold out the culture. As far as I‘m concerned I respect outlaw writers. Fuck all that prima donna shit...keep it street!! that‘s the spirit... (laughs)

#13 Whats the future for M.S.K?

DIA / KISTER: We are both looking for someone that‘s going to MARS, so we can be the first writers in outter space and take it to the next level (laughs). MARS, SATELLITES, KINGS.

The Interview was conducted by ZENID from Berlin, Germany in May 2015.

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[soft-pentagon]

I want to write an essay abt their songs they’re all great I want to cry how are we blessed enough to experience this 😭. I think my fav is defo talk I love the simplicity of it with the guitar. Someday should be a drama ost it sounds ethereal when will jinho and hui stop making us cry?? I love worship u too and camellia’s chorus is high class quality (not that the rest isn’t but you know). Die for you screams kino I love it and I love him :’( (tyb anon)

I love all the songs so much :(( well maybe cause i’m biased but still ajshjshd this album is REALLY good,, i cry i’m so proud aaaaa

Die for you really screams kino like,, it has his colours you know it’s perfect :(( and also i forgot to mention on the post I made earlier but i really love Shower of Rain too,, it’s really cute :/ our babies outsould with this album,, i loveeeee

#tyb anon #ask

[talleryoungerbrother]

In observance of National Suicide Prevention Week we are honored to share an acoustic version of our song Gale we recorded at the wonderful Avo's Acres. We will be donating all proceeds from the sale of the track to the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention. Buy the track here: http://bit.ly/GaleAvosAcre

National Suicide Prevention Lifeline: 1-800-273-8255

Love, TYB

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[aki-draws-things]

@badthingshappenbingo

Prompt: stranded/lost

Fandom: Romeo et juliette

Ship: //

A bit vague and metaphorical with the prompt, and not much angsty, but still fine. Little tybalt was cute.

There, @vicapuleti ...

a bit sad in some part but no angst, mostly the Cat being worried. And the little monkey is there too...

Any mistakes will be corrected tonight once I'm at the computer. It was written entirely on the phone so sometimes auto correction kicks in and... It doesn't work how it should honestly. Sorry about them

***

Fights happened, sometimes, in every family, even the closest. Sometimes people, siblings, would fight over a cake, other times over chores, some other times over family. Fights always happened in families, even in theirs, but never like this.

The first time tybalt was five and juliet born a couple of days before, everyone's attention was for her, for the tiny blond baby. At the time he was only five, what did everyone expect? For him to understand? He understood, yes. He understood that everyone was too busy to care for him. - much later he would swear that for her he would die, but that will be later. -

"be quiet, tybalt. - his brother whispered, the little thing left in his arms by the Nurse. - you'll wake juliet up."

"don't care. - he whined, lips curled in a small pout. - I want to play. Come play."

"not now, dear. Later."

"now!" the Cat smiled and knelt in front of him.

"do you want to try and hold her?"

"no!!" he slapped his hand away, somehow careful, though maybe not fully intentionally, not to touch the baby.

"Tybalt." he warned, voice low, almost dangerous, for sure angry. "you're old enough to understand. Juliet is just a baby. Like a kitten, they don't even open their eyes when they're born."

"kittens are cute. She's not."

"oh, but she will be cute when she'll grow up. And you will play together." he tried again.

"I don't want her. - something flashed in his eyes, he looked up to his brother in fear. - you love her more than me." he claimed, horror filling every word, he couldn't believe it, he didn't want to. And yet that's what it looked like. His brother now preferred that little thing to him.

"that's not true, my dear."

"yes!!!" the high pitch that came out woke juliet who looked around, big eyes open wide, and start crying.

"look what have you done, tybalt." the Cat moved away, cradling her, whispering soothing words she couldn't yet understand, leaving little tybalt where he stood, stunned. After a moment he turned on his heels and ran out of the room.

He slammed the door of his room and looked around.he could climb in the bed, hide under the blankets and remain there until someone would come look for him, yes, he could. He actually should.

"but he won't come." his mind told him, a malicious, scary voice. "he doesn't care anymore. No one does." sniffling soundly he dragged a chair by the window, stood on it to open it and then dragged it out on the balcony. He wasn't scared of height, and he climbed up and down that same balcony thousands of times even in his short life. Slowly he climbed down to the gardens and as soon as his feet touched the grass he started to run.

It was only hours later, with the sun high in the sky, that he realized he didn't know where he was anymore. Verona was big, and he simply ran, barefoot, through the streets, between people's legs in the market, through the squares. And now he was lost.

"it's not like someone will come looking for you. They didn't even realize you're gone." he thought again. He sat on a corner, put his chin on the knees and hid there, a bundle of messy clothes, white and red, and curly hair. And tears.

Alone.

"oh no, dear... You're lost, aren't you?" a woman knelt before himamd he looked up nodding sadly, he was sure he saw her before, and the blue colors were familiar too. "oh no, you poor boy. What's your name?"

"Tybalt."

"Capulet?" a second voice, deeper, stepped in and tybalt tried to hide better between his legs and the wall, there was something dangerous in the way the man said his last name.

"oh, stop it, he's a child, and he's lost. You must be starving, too. Come, let's get you something to eat, sweetie." the man didn't look convinced but she was, she kept smiling as they walked to a palace nearby, she even told him he could play for a bit with their son and nephew before going home. Tybalt froze at the word. *home. *

"I don't want to go home." he whispered making her turn his way.

"why is that? Your family must be so worried for you."

"no. Cat don't love me anymore. I don't want to go home." tears fell down his cheeks as he tried to hide his sobs, grasping the blue fabric of the dress when the woman picked him up. "he only loves Jul now."

She heard him sob on her shoulder.

***

It was almost lunch time and the door to their room was slightly open, and yet, when the cat walked inside, it was empty. The beds were made, the closet closed with a key and tybalt wasn't hiding under the bed like he did other times to scare him. The window, though, was open, and a wooden chair left forgotten on the balcony. The boy looked at it in horror, of course he knew his brother could clind that wall easily, he almost learned it as soon as he could walk, a little monkey, the Nurse called him, but where did he go?

He turned, almost crashed against the door and ran out.

First he checked the gardens, then every hidden room, any hiding spot he could think of and then, only at the end, after running like a crazy man around the whole house without explanation, he found himself staring at the gates.

He could send others outside in the city, he could send many of them to cover every single street, instead he went alone, calling at the top of his lungs his brother's name. And with every step, with every scream, fear took hold of his heart. It was his fault, after all. He was so focused on juliet, on helping the Nurse with her that he -- forgot. He forgot tybalt was five. He forgot he was under his care now that their parents were gone, he forgot he couldn't really understand what it meant having a newborn baby in the household. He simply forgot.

But he couldn't lose him, not his little brother, not his kitten, not his own blood, he promised to take care of him, and he had failed. He felt lost. Utterly lost. So he kept running, and calling, and asking around. He wanted to find him, he had to find him, and then he would make up for that. He just had to find him.

***

"he needs to go home."

"let him play a little more with Romeo, dear. Look at them, they're kids, they don't deserve our stupid feud to ruin them."

"he's a Capulet."

"yes, and he's letting our son ride on his back without complaining. Is that a bad Capulet?"

"he--"

"ouch!!" they turned in time to see him faceplant on the grass with little Romeo still on his back.

"are you ok?" asked benvolio taking Romeo and letting him sit back up.

"yes... Tripped. Sorry."

"sowwwy." the little kid repeated before leaving his older cousin arms and crashing against tybalt, laughing.

"they're kids. - she said again, smiling. - let them be kids."

It was little after dinner when she convinced him to be taken home, they decided to leave at the gates of the palace to avoid any potential, unwanted encounter. Truth to be told that had been lord Montague's idea, his wife's intentions, on the other hand, were to storm inside and have a word or two with anyone who should take care of tybalt. They settled on the gate, in the end.

They were walking slowly, keeping his pace, his little hands wrapped tightly around two of their fingers, safely walking in the middle. If it wasn't for the clothes colors and the blond hair, in contrast to their darker ones, one could even think it was their son. He stopped short and let go of lord Montague's hand.

"Cat!" he exclaimed, a mix of excitement and fear, pointing to a man sitting alone on a bench, head bowed and hands in the hair, his shoulders trembling just slightly, like he was crying.

"you know him, dear?" she asked, even at their distance she could see the similarities between them.

"Cat!!" letting go of her fingers too he sprinted forward, arms soon wrapping around the older boy's legs.

"oh my God... - panic, and relief, and guilt all flashed in his face when he looked up and immediately picked him up against himself, burying the face on his hair. - tybalt--tybs, tybbles, kitten... Oh, God, love where were you? I searched everywhere." he cried, hand never still, they kept moving, brushing his hair, and back, always holding him close, mostly so he wouldn't see his tears, or the red eyes after spending so many hours crying. He felt his head bowing slightly.

"... Sorry Cat..." somehow that brought more tears to his eyes.

"no... No no no no. Don't. It's not your fault, it's mine. I'm sorry. I swear I'll never leave you alone, ever ever again, my dear. I swear to the God, I swear to you. To anyone."

Maybe seeing the older boy this much desperate quieted her intentions of calling them out and teaching some things on how to take care of a baby.

"I imagine you'll be safe from there, dear." she said making both brothers turn. Tybalt nodded, arms draped around his brother's neck sniffling quietly.

"you--" the Cat started but words failed him after a moment, what was he supposed to say? That they were Montagues? That they couldn't be trusted?

"we would have took him home sooner. - lord Montague stepped in. - we just couldn't take our son away from him. That little monkey thought he had a new brother to play with and just wouldn't let go." a soft, small laugh escaped the boy's lips.

"I see many kids are monkeys, then... Not just this climbing kitten here."

"how did he ran away, anyway. He said why, but not how."

"he-- - he sighed, not annoyed, more tired now that tybalt was safe in his arms. - he climbed down the wall of our room." he admitted in the end, she seemed to be taken back at the discovery, then she shook her head and patted his head gently.

"well, next time don't make you brother worry like that, dear. You can come playing with Romeo and benvolio whenever you want." he lit up from his position and nodded eagerly before they walked in the opposite direction toward home.

"not angry?" he asked as his brother put a nightshirt on him and moved the blankets from the bed to let him in.

"no. No kitten, I'm not angry."

"sad?"

"no, scared. I thought I had lost you. I can't lose you."

"still love me?" he asked around a yawn, the Cat smiled and sat on the bed next to him.

"more than anything. More than anyone. More than my life."

"love you that much." he freed the arms from the blankets and opened them as wide as he could.

"oh, dear... Than I'll have to love you even more now. Come on, sleep now."

"stay?" he asked, again.

"always. I promise. I swear. Always."

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