#we talked about fleetwood mac and her dog

[pedrosprincesa]

Landslide

pairings: joel miller x afab!reader

a/n: I didn't mean to become the person that writes fics based on Fleetwood Mac songs, but here I am. I listened to this song yesterday and the idea for this hit me. I am a shitty writer usually, and I am definitely NOT good at writing smut so for now you will only be getting fluffy Joel from me. follow me if you enjoy i guess!!

warnings: fluff, age gap (reader is mid- to late twenties, Joel is 56), not proofread, no use of y/n that I know of, I'm still dyslexic

wc: 3327 <3

It's not that I expected to have a crush on this man that seemingly picked me out of a dumpster fire. He found me at the brink of death by a few raiders. Joel had a soft spot for women, if that wasn't obvious enough. When he saw me, I didn't look much older than Ellie. The fear in my eyes and how close I knew I was to death gave me more youth I suppose.

Whatever it was, I was grateful to see him after he took out all three men that had been hunting you down. He had blood splattered across his face, panting after the exertion of strength he used to take them out. I would never forget how beautiful I thought he was, just in that moment.

He never meant to have a third person join along on the cross country trip. Hell, taking care of Ellie was enough to wear him out.

Joining about fifteen miles outside of Kansas City, I was met with an unenthusiastic Ellie and a hard-faced Joel. I didn't get the details of the event that occurred right away, but eventually I learned quickly that unenthusiastic wasn't normal for Ellie, and Joel... well, he was hard-faced. After some inevitable conversations, we all got to know each other as much as we would allow. Keeping each other safe can do that. Joel found out I was in my mid-twenties and he stopped treating me like a child, almost. He was quicker to give me a gun as opposed to Ellie—which, best believe, she gave him shit about—however, Joel just explained it was because I was older. I also thought it was because he realized quickly that I was pretty good with it too. However, he still hardly looked at me in anyway, let alone that way, and I blamed some of that on my age.

Joel also dealt with my presence, because Ellie had someone else to share her jokes with. I was also the one that kept Ellie curious, giving her random facts about things as well as knowing how certain things worked that Joel couldn't explain. He might have even smiled a few times because of me. That was something to gloat about.

It took a bit for him to warm up to me, but long nights on watch, sleeping in the same place a majority of the time to let Ellie have the bed if there was one, both made it hard not to speak. When we really started talking, I could see that he would enjoy other conversations with me. I was older than Ellie, and I knew about some of the music and movies Joel grew up with. If I hadn't seen the movie, he'd explain the plot to me loosely. One night I told him I've only ever seen The Emperor Strikes Back out of the Star Wars movies. Ellie had never seen any of them, but she was ecstatic to listen to Joel explain the premise of the movies about space and cool aliens.

Star Wars was easy to get her in to. Over about the month trip, I taught her about Fleetwood Mac too. The songs didn't really get her attention too much, mostly because I was only really humming a lot of it, but she really got into all the drama that happened in the band. Joel didn't ever comment on it until one night, he finally just asked, "how do you know all of this? This stuff was happening before you were born." I couldn't help but laugh as I closed my eyes. "Reading, Joel. Magazines are still pretty easy to find."

When we made it to Jackson, Wyoming, the welcome was about as warm as the weather. Guns aimed straight at our heads. Joel and I both knew we would pass the test with the dog, but Ellie... I could feel my heart pounding, until I heard the sweet little girl's giggles as the dog gave her kisses. Joel mentioned we were out looking for his brother and one woman just seemed to know exactly who it was.

Joel got to reunite with his brother, which was sweet, and luckily that connection got us a nice house across from theirs. Joel let Ellie and I get the first showers. Maria gave us shampoos and conditioners, body wash and even some lotion for after the shower. I was faster than Ellie, and I came out with damp hair and the new, clean clothes that were just a bit too big for me. I looked up and I just saw Joel's face kind of soften when he looked at me. It felt like he was really taking me in for the first time. I really don't think he's seen me freshly clean. Sure we got river water here and there, but now I was clean, smelled good, and I felt like I could just sit back and relax. "I saved you some hot water. I didn't trust Ellie to." I told him with a little smile. He didn't even get a chance before Ellie came into the living room.

"Jesus Christ, I'm probably fucking bald. So much hair came out. Is that normal?" She asked me. I took a look at her head and she definitely wasn't bald.

"Not bald, honey. It just happens when you wash your hair after a long while." I assured her.

Honey. Joel liked it when I called her that. His face didn't change much, but he looked down at his lap for a moment, taking in a sweet, almost domesticated moment for the three of us.

"Now you need to get a bath, because you smell awful." Ellie told him, grinning widely and he only had a half smirk and rolled his eyes before he got up from his seat.

The first week of being in Jackson consisted of lots of rest, and lots and lots of food. Both of which we hadn't been used to in a really long while, so much that this felt like a fairytale. I was waiting on the moment I would wake up. Maria and Tommy let us have a few days to ourselves to sleep. We really didn't have to worry about anything sneaking up on us. Joel tried staying up late that first night, but he found himself in his bed, after obsessively making sure all the windows and doors were locked, he was asleep for well over fifteen hours. He was so exhausted.

During those few days of having three meals a day, and occasionally seconds, I noticed Joel was looking a little more fuller, as was Ellie. It made my heart swell that they were both getting healthy again, and we weren't living off of scraps essentially. I had a feeling I was really going to like it here.

At the end of the week, Maria suggested we all have dinner as a "family" since the first meal on our first day didn't go as well as I wanted it to. Honestly, I was pretty convinced she had the wrong idea about me and Joel. We had only talked briefly the day we arrived when she gave us the clothes and supplies and she let me know our house was stocked with everything we needed. In my clothes, Maria had graciously gifted me. Ellie snatched out the small, lace lingerie bottoms and her jaw was dropped. "Ew! What the fuck is this even covering, dude! Do girls really wear this?" Ellie scoffed at the ancient artifact at this point, Victoria's Secret lingerie. I could never wear those now.

I had to give Ellie a little pep talk (I actually pleaded) for her to say nicer things at the table. Just try to at least, and she seemed very serious about it. She actually did well for the most part. When she started to slip up and say a curse word, if it hadn't came fully out, she just switched it up. If it did slip out fully, she just gave a wide eyed look at the table, before glancing at me and I just gave her a secret little "it's okay" to make sure she didn't stress about it too bad.

After dinner was over, it was obvious that Joel and Tommy were still having a bit of fun so there wasn't much of a push to leave. I didn't think I'd ever seen him this happy, but he was also a few glasses in. Maria mentioned we move to the back porch to have a fire going, since the living room had become overwhelming quickly. We could actually have a fire now. That was new, but I would enjoy that heat as much as I could.

It was a night of the Miller brothers easily bantering about who could shoot the furthest, and Joel just let Tommy have that, being the selflessly older brother type. He didn't care too much to have the title, but he knew Tommy was full of shit. "Nah, Joel's good at stuff too. Fantastic carpenter in the day. Decent guitar player. Has he played guitar for you yet?" Tommy asked, motioning over to me and Ellie.

"Yeah, totally, whenever we find a working guitar in the woods trying to get across country." I responded sarcastically, making every everyone laugh a bit. I took the chance to see the him laugh. It was honestly more like a giggle. Tommy must've had something stronger than the watered down shit he got from the QZ. Or Joel knew this was a place where he knew he could indulge a little more now. Either way, I just relished in the sight of how happy he looked.

"Well lucky for y'all, I actually found one. Months ago. I sure as hell dunno how to play it, but I liked having it around. Gave me a little piece of my brother." He mentioned with a sappy smile before he got up and went to grab it. He came back with it, and it was honestly in good shape. "Think you can still play?" Tommy asked Joel, holding the guitar out to him by the neck until he took it. "S'been a while since I've heard live music. Not sure anyone around here as a musical bone in their body." He added before he took his seat again.

Joel held the guitar in his lap, trying to find the right positioning in. Once he found it, he easily slipped back into it. "Well, you're not gonna get much. I'm pretty rusty, I'd say." Joel told Tommy when he cleared his throat, just giving a prompt warning not to expect anything crazy.

"Thought you wanted to be a singer, man?" Ellie asked him, always giving him a hard time, but that was how these two bonded. I had never seen such a thing, but it was so sweet. Even the way Joel gave her a scowl back made me smile. "Good thing you can though." Ellie mentioned. The little mastermind knew about my crush on Joel, after so much interrogation, of course. I wasn't going to just give it up until she pulled out all the times she's caught my "longing stares" at him in any situation. I didn't feel like it was a bad thing, the staring. It was better than my other option. Confessing how much I cared for this handsome man that happened to be double my age, and then having to be rejected. That would've made traveling a hell of a lot harder. I was convinced he didn't see me that way. He had said it once before—Ellie and I were only cargo.

Joel glanced up at me when Ellie mentioned I could sing. He just spent a whole month walking across the country, protecting each other, killing for each other. We had all seen each other at our lowest, yet he didn't know I could sing? Not that it was his fault necessarily. I only did it a couple times when I was explaining how Fleetwood Mac songs sounded like to Ellie, mostly while he was asleep. I was too shy to do it otherwise. "You can?" He asked and I felt everyone's eyes on me.

Luckily the orange light from the fire completely give away how bad I was blushing. "A little—not much. I only remember one acoustic song and it's "Landslide"... by Fleetwood Mac." I cleared my throat, giving a side eye to Ellie for getting me into this mess.

"You know how to play that one! After Sarah forced yo—" He cut himself once he consciously knew the name that slipped out of his mouth in the moment. It got quiet. Ellie and I were so aware of how we were not supposed to bring her up. It was an unspoken rule at that point.

Joel only looked at his brother for a moment before looking away and he nodded his head. "I do know how to play it." He finally responded with a little nod. "Practiced so much, it's muscle memory." His lips curved up just enough, barely giving him a little smile. It said what it needed to. Sarah had made him learn how to play it for whatever reason, and it was a memory he almost forgot about.

He started strumming the song after tuning a few bum strings and Ellie nudged me to make sure I was going to sing the lyrics. She was so excited. I could do it for her.

It was a very surreal experience, singing a song about the changes and challenges of life, especially in a post-apocalyptic world, where each one of us had lost people, lost ourselves. At one point I could see a tear fall down Maria's face but I had to focus my eyes elsewhere not to start crying myself. The song ended and this time, it was Joel that had the longing stare as he slipped the instrument out of his lap. Ellie caught it and she got a little twinkle in her eye, having an idea that her plan was falling into place. This could be the start of her very own real family.

After that, once Tommy checked the time, he knew he should probably be getting to bed because he had work tomorrow. He told his older brother to come on out so he could show him a few things. We were going to have to work as long as we were here, however long that may be, but it wasn't bad. We've had way worse. "Oh! Before you go!" Maria said and I raised my eyebrows a little, Ellie standing close by and Joel was already at the front door. Maria hurried back with a CD and The Very Best of Fleetwood Mac was printed on the top. "Go ahead and learn a few more songs. Keep the music alive, and the joy that comes with it. There will be more where that's coming from." She told me and Ellie looked wide eyed at the CD. It had all the songs I was telling her about.

"Thank you so much." I told her softly, taking her in for a hug. Joel watched me hug her and smiled a bit again. He knew I was full of love, even after all of these years. i could find love for anything, the moon. the clouds in the sky, colorful weeds that lined the roads we walked to get there. That scared him. He didn't know if he was worthy of it, after everything he's done. He knew I would be able to love him. He did make a mental note to try and maybe flirt back to test the waters with me, see if I was serious—even though I was every single time I made a slightly flirty comment.

"Hey, do you guys have any of the Star Wars movies by chance?" Ellie asked Maria curiously, breaking a soft moment. She figured if they had Fleetwood Mac, they could possibly have the movies she wanted to see so badly.

"We have all of them, episodes one and two, and four through six. Which one were you wanting to watch?" Maria raised her eyebrow a little with a smirk when Ellie squealed.

"All of them! Please!" Ellie bounced a bit and I couldn't help but smile wider. "Hear that Joel? We're gonna be watching all of the Star Wars movies!" She turned back to him, just to make sure he was as excited as she was about it, but this was excited Joel for the most part.

"Sure, Ellie. But I'm not watching them all in one night. They're pretty long movies. I'm too old for all that." He told her, letting her follow him back over to the house across the street with his arm obnoxiously draped over her head.

"Thank you, again. And just drop off the movies whenever you can. She's gonna go crazy." I laughed a bit as I walked out the door.

"We will. Take care of him, alright? Well, both of 'em. But let him know it's okay to loosen up a little around here." Tommy told me as I walked down the steps. After tonight, it was obvious to him that I was something a little more special to his brother, even if no one else could see it. Tommy caught all the little glances he never thought he'd see Joel give again. I had a power over you that I would probably never know the extent of. Tommy knew he was going to give Joel hell tomorrow though. He didn't know why Joel hadn't already made a move.

"I will take care of them!" I waved to them as I made it out to the street, getting across to my new home. Tommy and Maria made sure I made it inside safely before closing their door as well.

Once I was in my bed for the night, in clean clothes, under an actual duvet and an actual pillow, I was so close to sleep. I had fallen asleep so quickly in the last week. Just as I could feel myself drifting off, I heard my door creak open.

"Darlin'? You awake?" I heard Joel's deep southern accent say in the dark. I could barely make his outline out in the doorway, sure enough he couldn't see my eyes well enough to know if I was still awake or not.

"Yeah, I'm still awake." I partly lie. I hadn't been quite at that point yet, but I'm pretty sure him calling me darling would've woken me out of anything. It only happened a few times, and each time he's said it, it's just felt like an accident, like it just slipped out. This time, though, that felt real. "What's up?"

It took him a minute to answer, like he was actively trying to think of what to say, like he hadn't been rehearsing it. I would've paid good money to get a look of the expression his face held right now. "I, uh, was wonderin' if you'd come to my room, to sleep? Got kinda used to having you at my side at night. This last week sleepin' in'a different room, it's been..." it was like he was trying to find the right words to say, so he didn't sound like an idiot at my door.

Little did he know, explaining himself wasn't needed. I was already getting out of bed hugging my pillow, and I slipped by him in the doorway, headed to his room. He was kind of stunned, like he was surprised his pathetic attempt worked. "Well, c'mon cowboy. I'm ready for bed." I ushered him before walking into his room.

He had his girl safe in bed down the hall, and his girl waiting on him to get in bed. Maybe this was a great place for him.

#joel miller fluff #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller one shot #hbo the last of us #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal fanfiction #joel miller #tlou hbo #joel miller age gap fanfiction #ellie the last of us #ellie williams #ellie tlou

[murderoushagthesequel]

my favorite marauders ships and what songs i feel fit their vibes (mostly happy ones for this post i don't need the extra pain atm)

i feel like the reasoning for most of these is pretty obvious but if anybody wants an in-depth explanation i am always happy to go into way too much detail about songs and what they mean to me so ask away

rosekiller

Hayloft & Hayloft II by Mother Mother

Psycho Killer by Talking Heads (especially ahb rosekiller)

Sledgehammer by Peter Gabriel

Burning Down the House by Talking Heads

My Songs Know What You Did in the Dark by Fall Out Boy

Once In a Lifetime by Talking Heads

Topaz by The B-52's

Then I Met You by The Proclaimers

Angel With a Shotgun by The Cab

bury a friend by Billie Eilish

Romance Is Boring by Los Campesinos!

Life's a Bit by NOAHFINNCE

I Can't Decide by The Scissor Sisters

dorlene

Michelle by Sir Chloe

Sedona by Sir Chloe

Flirting with Her by Sir Babygirl

Would You Be So Kind by dodie

How Lovely by Reinaeiry

Boyfriend by Dove Cameron

Judas by Lady Gaga

Hollywood by MARINA

Alejandro by Lady Gaga

Chelsea Dagger by The Fratellis

New Americana by Halsey

Obsessed With You by The Orion Experience

Girls in Bikinis by Poppy

jegulus

Midnight Rain by Taylor Swift

Gilded Lily by Cults

Inside Out by Bears in Trees

Curses by The Crane Wives

Getaway Car by Taylor Swift

Timothée Chalamet by The Foxies

Murders by ミラクルミュージカル

Never Say Never by Romeo Void

Rose-Colored Boy by Paramore

Cry with you by Jeremy Zucker

Ruler of Everything by Tally Hall

Je ne parle pas français by Namika

Meteor Shower by Cavetown

wolfstar

Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy by Queen

Under Pressure by Queen & David Bowie

The Prettiest Star by David Bowie

Mr Loverman by Ricky Montgomery

Daddy Issues by The Neighbourhood

The Chain by Fleetwood Mac

Me and You and a Dog Named Boo by Lobo

Nancy Mulligan by Ed Sheeran

Miss Americana & The Heartbreak Prince by Taylor Swift

My Type by Saint Motel

Lent by Autoheart

Please Mr. Postman by The Marvelettes

(They Long To Be) Close To You by Carpenters

marylily

we fell in love in october by girl in red

bad idea by girl in red (esp just lovers marylily)

Kiss Her You Fool by Kids That Fly

Sappho by Frankie Cosmos

Buzzkill by Baby Queen

Dancing Queen by ABBA

Just Another Day by Lady Gaga

Record Player by Daisy the Great & AJR

Sunshine On My Shoulders by John Denver

Crush by Tessa Violet

If You Want To by beabadoobee

Girls Like Girls by Hayley Kiyoko

Put Your Records On by Ritt Momney

honorary mention because i kept finding songs that reminded me of them:

pandalily

space girl by Frances Forever

Chiquitita by ABBA

Moment In The Sun by Sunflower Bean

Manic Pixie Dream Girl by Addison Grace

Thank God You Introduced Me to Your Sister by Sarah Barrios

Lavender by Penelope Scott

UrbanAngel1999 by Thomas Headon

Rhiannon by Fleetwood Mac

#i did say MOSTLY happy #the way this post took longer than writing dywbas #every one of these songs is so good btw #also i had to make it sunseeker because the james part of jegulus is too short lol #anyway #proud of this ngl #rosekiller #dorlene #jegulus #sunseeker #wolfstar #marylily #pandalily #dead gay wizards #marauders #slytherin skittles

[aftertheglitterfades]

✧ hanna, 28, she/her, infj, virgo, mississippi ✧ i'm a lesbian and i'm engaged to my wonderful partner, caitlyn. we live together and are the parents to four cats and one dog. ✧ i talk a lot. i use the tag #hanna talks for my rambling. i also post dbd liveblogs from time to time, the tag for those is #dbd liveblog. ✧ i love collecting vinyl and funko pops. ✧ this is a multifandom blog. i post anything and everything under the sun. you can tag me in your creations as well using the tag #userhannao. ✧ byf: no terfs, homophobes, zionists, transphobes, racists, islamophobes, ableists, trump supporters/republicans of any kind, etc. i have zero tolerance for bullshit. ✧ more info about what i post and my blog is under the read more tab!

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[sjw1love]

The Hiking Path Evangelist

“Can I pet your dog?” the stranger asked, braking and swinging a leg over his bike. He pets my dog and tells me his name with a handshake. “John-Michael," he says, and I clock his Fleetwood Mac "Rumours" tee shirt. I think he must be an okay guy. *foreshadowing*

“Marc. Nice to meet you. And this is Bugs” 

He holds a pair of flowers I recognize as trumpet vine. He comments on the pretty morning and all the beauty of nature. I say, “Yes it’s pretty, I see you have some flowers there. What are they, honeysuckle? Trumpet vine?”

“You tell me!” he laughs.  “I just picked them to put on my wife’s nightstand.”

“Oh that’s nice.”

“What do you do, Marc?”

“I teach at Pitt State.” 

“Oh I know someone there, Mark Johnson, he goes to the *blah blah blah* meetings I go to.”

“Oh yes, Mark, the guy who memorizes everyone’s names.” 

“Oh does he?” he asks. “How does he do that?”

“I’m not sure I think it’s some trick about picking a characteristic that reminds you of the name,” I say, and I know exactly what I’m trying to say but I feel anxious so I spit this much out slowly and come to an abrupt stop, passing the conversation back to him. He picks it up eagerly.

“Oh, I’d rather just remember someone’s name and not use a trick. Like you’re Marc. I can remember that. Marc and Bugs.” 

“Yes, and you’re John Michael. Two first names. “I don’t have two first names. I’m John-Michael, with a hyphen. I used to go by John but I decided to go by the name God gave me. So I’m John-Michael. I’ve spent a lot of time trying to find my savior. 12 years, maybe more, but I finally found my savior. Can I ask, do you mind if I ask what your belief system is?” 

“I’m an atheist,” I state flatly. “Oh I’ve been where you are before, and maybe one day you’ll get to where I am. Maybe you won’t, but you might. And… Can I tell you a story? I was out in Arizona and New Mexico for two and a half weeks. I saw the Grand Canyon and then in New Mexico I was in the white sands desert. It’s so white and the sun is so bright on that sand that you have to wear sunglasses or you will be blind. And there are these lizards out there. They are all white. I’m talking about genetic mutation, not adaptation, and not evolution. Normally you think about animals and people being white if they spend a lot of time out of the sun. But then there are these other lizards that have blue tails. And I asked someone who lives out there what kind of lizards those were and he said he’s never seen anything but white lizards there. So why, just because I’m out there, all these white lizards that live there, and then there’s these blue lizards that nobody’s ever seen there? That’s why I believe.”

I reply, “Oh, um…”

He continues, “There was a kid out there with her dad, and we didn’t notice the lizards at first, she was pointing them out. Why would this kid be there pointing out the lizards? People call that a coincidence, but I was there, and she’s the same age as my daughter, and she’s pointing out lizards to me and her dad. Or like right here, these flowers, and butterflies? What are they doing here? How does something as delicate as a butterfly just appear?”

I reply, “Oh, um…”

“And you, you’re name is Marc, and I know someone you work with who’s also named Mark, and that’s another thing people would call a coincidence. But I stopped here today because I wanted to pet your dog, and I miss my dogs so much. I haven’t seen them in 2 and a half weeks.” Now I’m curious - who goes that long without seeing their dogs. I also wonder where the daughter is that he mentioned but I don't care to extend the conversation any more than it is. We've reached a point of high-level sharing and it's going to take a while to leave without it seeming very abrupt. “Why haven’t you seen your dogs?” He turns to me as if I haven’t been listening. “Well I was in New Mexico, but when I got back, my wife and dogs were gone.”

“Oh I’m so sorry. I’m actually…”

“Yeah, I don’t know where she went. I’ve been trying to find her. She filed divorce papers.” “Oh I’m sorry. I’m…”

“She didn’t say anything, she was just gone when I got back.” “…I’m getting divorced too.”

“Oh really? How are you doing with that?” he asks. “Well, I’m not crazy about it, but I’m fine.”

“I’m not sure what you mean by crazy. I don’t like that word.” “Oh yeah, I’m sorry, I mean I’m not a fan of the idea of being someone who is divorced, but I’m doing fine.”

“Yeah you have to be careful with language, some words are bad. Like curse words. Who invented curse words, who said there should be curse words? Where did they come from?” 

I reply, “Well it seems like curse is related to magic somehow.” 

“Ah yes, and what does that make you think of? Darkness? Black? Forces of evil?”

“I guess that it mostly makes me think of fantasy.”

He says, “Yes like things that happen in our imagination”

And I reply, “Yes, and that has m-a-g-i, just like magic does. Not sure if those are related or not.”

“Now you’re thinking,” he informs me. But yeah I am trying to find my wife but I guess she doesn’t want to be found. That’s what the police say anyway. She has a restraining order on me.”

“Oh wow.”

“But now we have gay marriage and eventually this will lead to people marrying children,” he says. “And we’re doing things to prevent that here, but what are they doing in the rest of the world?” “Well marrying kids is legal in some parts of the US,” I say.

“No it’s not, where?”

“Some parts of the bible belt.”

“We’re in the bible belt here!” he exclaims.

“Well, I know there are parts, maybe Alabama, Georgia, I don’t know. I’m not going to look that up or anything but I know with parental consent people are allowed to marry 14-15 year olds.”

…

“Well I have to get my dog out of this heat.”

[letterstopedrito]

#14

Hi Pedro,

I know I literally just talked about how weird parasocial relationships are, so this letter is gonna be ironic.

I romanticize the fuck out of the idea of being of with you.

We could dance in your kitchen to Etta James and Fleetwood Mac and ABBA.

I'd cook for you because I love to cook. Food is one of the ways I show my love to people. I'd learn to make your favorite Chilean dishes, begging you to be honest with me if they weren't quite right.

I'd go pick up our Starbucks orders (your iced espresso abomination and my iced dirty chai latte + vanilla).

I'd run lines with you and you would out right laugh at my horrible acting skills.

I could come with you to Calgary while you're filming TLOU, if you wanted me to. I have a work from home job that I'd keep (even though you would make more from one episode of your show than I'll make in 5 years) So it would be easy for me to come along.

We'd curl up together on the couch, wine in hand, to watch The Shining or Evil Dead or Rambo: First Blood. I grew up on those movies and they mean the world to me. You love them as much as I do.

I'd travel with you to Italy or France between projects and we'd eat incredible food and go to museums and make love in picturesque hotels.

We'd talk each other's ears off about the last book we each read. Describing how this or that quote hit us bone deep and why. Describing the way the author chose to portray a certain scene and why it was the right or wrong choice.

We'd talk about Toni Morrison and James Baldwin and Audre Lorde. I'd introduce you to my favorite fantasy novels and you'd introduce me to your favorite books too.

You'd read Pablo Neruda to me in Spanish, since I only know him in English. That translation from Romeo and Juliet would melt me every single time. The way your voice would rumble deep in your chest as you recite the lines.

I'd learn Spanish for you, and for me. I would want to be able to talk to you and your whole family in your own language.

We would sing along to our favorite songs in the car, loudly and poorly. Prince, Lana Del Rey, Taylor Swift, The Police, ABBA, The Mamas and The Papas, whatever we felt like that day.

I'd tease you about the heart in your patchy beard, and you'd tease me about how grumpy I am in the morning.

I'd run my fingers through your gorgeous curls while you laid in my lap, telling me about your day.

I'd massage your back at night before bed, knowing how hard the full day on your feet is hitting you.

We would have a couple dogs who love to cuddle as much as we do.

We would never have screaming, angry fights. If we hurt each other, we would talk about it, work it out. And then you'd wrap me up in your arms, pulling me against your broad chest, and kiss my forehead softly.

We would talk about politics, rarely if ever arguing about it, just discussing why we're both so angry about the state of the world right now and what we could do to help fix it.

I've never desired to be famous, at least not in a way where people recognize me on the street. So it would be scary, being with you, but you would make me feel safe and protected.

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I know I'm being ridiculous. I literally don't know you. I have no idea if you'd do any of that with a partner. I have no idea if you'd like me as a person or a friend, much less as a girlfriend. I have no idea if I'd like you. The idea of you is really comforting to me, though. The times when I'm imaging this relationship with you are when I get hit with a powerful sense that I'm not where I'm supposed to be.

When I'm driving down the road, blasting music, no one in my passenger seat, no one singing along with me. When I'm lying in bed at night, staring at the ceiling, listening to my husband sleep beside me, 2 full feet of mattress between us. When my girlfriend locks me out of her room, refusing to respond to my pleas to just talk to me. When it hits me that neither of my partners have touched me in weeks, sometimes months, and I'm desperate for real affection -- beyond a chaste kiss or a lingering hug. When I'm watching a movie and my partners are chatting away on one end of the sofa, my girlfriend watching tik tok, and I can't hear the fucking movie over them. When I suggest going on a trip and my husband says he can't take off work and my girlfriend can't afford it.

God I feel trapped. I wonder, sometimes, if being poly isn't actually right for me. I'm fully capable of loving two people at the same time, but I'm having trouble sharing. The funny thing is that I don't want to take my husband back from our partner or run away with her myself. I want them to leave me. They seem better suited for each other than I am for either of them. I'm so stupid for getting married at 22. I don't know what fucking possessed me to do that.

I'm coming to terms with the fact that I deluded myself into thinking I could be happy with someone who doesn't doesn't feel love in a passionate way. I let him convince me that adults don't love each other like the love poems say they do. That passion and lust are for teenagers. I know it's not supposed to be all desperate passion all the time, but just once I want this man to look at me like I'm beautiful. To make me feel like he wants me and not like he's fulfilling an obligation every time he touches me. I want him to express some level of lust for me beyond saying "titties!" when he sees me topless. And I'm pretty sure my girlfriend isn't even remotely attracted to me, though I'd never get her to admit it.

I think you, dear Pedro, have an inherent sexiness and charm to you that makes me think you'd give me what I've been yearning for. You'd walk up behind me while I'm cooking and kiss my cheek, wrapping your arms around my waist and pulling me against you. You wouldn't push me away when I kiss your neck, whe. I run my hands down your chest, your stomach, further... You would sit next to me on the couch and pull me close to you, instead of going to the other end by yourself. The you in my head is remarkably similar to the husband I have now, actually, except that you want me. You show me you want me. I know you're nearly 48 years old, so I'm probably completely fucking wrong. In all likelihood, you're probably well past the years of waking up and seeking out your partner first thing in the morning with soft kisses and teasing hands and a burning need. But it's fun to imagine and it's getting me through the goddamn day at this point, so... yeah.

Thank you, imaginary Pedro, for being the partner of my daydreams,

G.

#letterstopedrito #14 #poly #yearning #pedro pascal

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#i just need a tag long enough to get to the show more tags button #i need a tag long enough to get to the show more tags button #unimportant vent stuff dont worry about it #tfw you be splittin and you dont realize it till you read back some texts :) #im home alone and if i didnt have to wear short sleeves for work hooooooo boy #and its too hot to not wear shorts at home #you win this time self restraint #im gonna crawl into bed with an ice back and some alieve #and hope to god i am normal in the morning #you know what #i dont fuckin understand why every person i talk to #decides that theyre all going to avoid me on the same fuckin day #you know who talked to me the most today? #fuckin Becca #we talked about fleetwood mac and her dog #and it was a nice time #except for the fact that talking to her too much makes me want to vomit #i havent spoken to lauren in days #paul wont answer my snaps #my mother was gone all day and isnt coming home until tomorrow #its just me and my dog and my severe depression and tiktok #spacing into hours of short videos to forget that i want to die #im sure its just stupid emotions and bullshit and ill be fine when i wake up #but fuck i miss my fucking mood stablizers!!!!!! #abilify why you gotta be so expensive?

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Permanent Chaos (6/?)

Pairing: MGK x Female!Reader Word Count: 4.2k Warnings: none Part Summary: Cara invites everyone to Coachella for the weekend which forces the TSL trio and Colson’s friends into one house... for days... this shouldn’t be chaotic.... 

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Penelope, Cara, and I meet up for Sunday brunch at a little cafe off the beach. Colson and I haven’t spoken since the other day. In the moments directly following him dropping me, I counted down the minutes until we talk again. Once it hit the twenty-four-hour mark of silence, I came to my senses. 

I was acting childish. My career comes first above all and I was being too risky. 

“I say, why not huh? It’ll be fun! We’ll get a bunch of our friends to go! There will be great music!” Cara continues to try to convince Penelope and me to join her at Coachella for the second weekend of the event. 

Penelope let it slip that we have weekends off for the remainder of April. Meaning, we have no remaining excuses to not attend. 

“I’m in!” Penelope gives up. 

Cara then directs her begging to me. An entire weekend with our entire group of friends. “Our friends” could mean Colson, the exact person I don’t wish to see face to face. Cara dishes out the puppy dog eyes and Penelope would kill me if I make her go allow. 

“Fine! I’m in too!” I hold my hands up in surrender. 

“Perfect!” Cara holds up her glass. “To the best weekend to come!” 

Penelope and I clink our glasses with hers in cheers. Woohoo, to the best weekend… I’m already dreading the trip. 

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The week of filming zoomed by faster than I had hoped. Sam and I are on the last leg of the two-hour drive to our hotel near the festival. I’ve been texting back and forth about our location with Cara. She arrived at the hotel not too long ago with Penelope and some of her other friends. She gave Sam and me a heads up that she invited some guys we haven’t met yet. Sam has been trying to convince me the entire drive that this weekend won’t be too unbearable. Boho has never been my style but it’s an unspoken rule at Coachella to dress like a hippie. I had to take Cara shopping with me for help. My outfits aren’t too eccentric like some people will undoubtedly be at the festival. I would even wear my outfits after Coachella. 

Sam gave me control over the music for the drive. He says he did it to be nice. I argue it’s to keep me from bailing from the weekend. My legs are bent in front of me as I sit in a ball and I tap on my knees to the beat of the mixed CDs I brought. 

“You have the music taste of my dad,” Sam mocks which followed by me backhanding his arm. “Fleetwood Mac is a classic! They never get old!” 

Turning up the song I sing the lyrics to “Everywhere.” 

“How are you how old you are? You’ve got the soul of an eighty-year-old!” 

I brush off his insults because I have to admit they’re true. “Got me there. I genuinely agree with you.” Bopping my head, the cords for the next song eases in. “Yes! Best song ever!” I purposefully shout to egg on Sam. “Loving you isn’t the right thing to do...” I mumble the lyrics to myself, watching the blurry scenery as we drive. 

“We’re here!” Sam tells me just before pulling into the parking lot of our hotel. 

I tap the beat with the jewels on my hands and wrists jiggling, continuing the lyrics. 

He pulls into a spot not too far from the entrance. 

“Wait ‘till the end!” I request before he even considering turning off the car. Letting out all my remaining energy, I jam out to the last minute. My hair tosses around me as I act as though I’m at a concert. 

He waits patiently for the guitar to fade out before taking the keys out of the ignition. “Weirdo” he teases. 

“You love me,” I fire back while climbing out of the car. 

“Got me there,” he recites my words as we smile at each other over the top of his car. 

Cara outdid herself with the hotel, more like a bungalow. Sam and I have our jaws hitting the floor on our walk-in. Now being in the private suite, it’s insane! It’s apart from the main building and is practically a mini house. Four bedrooms, with a huge kitchen, dining room, and separate living room. The room is more of an apartment than a suite. The view of the mountains is incredible! The sliding doors lead out to a private backyard and pool. The loungers have white cushions on them that I could stay on for days. 

Unpacking my things into the closet, Sam rests on the bed, scrolling through his phone. Cara gave Sam and me the king bed since the ratio worked out that there’s more boys than girls. Neither of us mind, Sam and I are more than willing to share a room. We both agreed that we rather do so since we have the same sleeping habits. 

The sound of the front door swimming open echoes through the house. 

“We’re here!” A voice yells. 

Frozen in place, my eyes widen as I stand over my suitcase. Multiple suitcases rolling across the hardwood inform me that it’s at least two people. 

“Yay! Hey boys!” Cara greets. I assume she's coming from her shared with Penelope and Kendall, a friend of Cara’s. 

Kendall is also a model, very nice, and treated us as her best friends right when she met us twenty minutes ago. 

“Your room is right over there!” She leads them into the room beside ours according to the sound of the suitcases. 

Sam and I glance at one another and I dart across the room to shut the door. My hand wraps around the dark wooden door and I slide down the back of it. 

“What was that?” He laughs. 

“Long story,” I pant, out of breath. 

A precaution, in case Colson is a part of the group that arrived. Two suitcases leave a good chance he’s one pulling one of them.

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Sam, Penelope, Kendall, and I left for the festival with permission from Cara. Apparently, the new arrivals, whom Sam and I have yet to meet are waiting for another to arrive. The music and the atmosphere are everything Coachella is made up to be, lively. Sam and I swing our interlocked hands forward and back as we walk. 

Spending time with Kendall has turned out to be hilarious, she’s so frank but has the kindest heart. She fits right in with Sam and me. Cara has introduced me to so many new people since I’ve met her, all have been great. Going from when I was sixteen and thought I would never fit into the people in Los Angeles to now, it’s unreal.

“There you are!” 

The four of us turnaround upon hearing Cara. She’s leading the group, of course. Decked out in her best boho hippie outfit. 

“We’ve been looking all over for you!" She adds. 

"We were wondering when you’d show up!” Kendall walks over to hug the group.

 I scan across the group of guys, face after face I recognize from the media but have never met until I reach the last one. The bleach blonde hair and those black Ray-Bans are the same ones I saw at the group dinner. 

Releasing Sam’s hand, I slide my arm around his torso and he does the same to me without question. Okay, so maybe I’m using Sam to confuse Colson. I’m asking myself ‘why?’ since I’m not enough interested in Colson but I can’t come up with an answer. 

Cara introduces us to the new guys one by one. “This is Pete, Travis and you all know Colson,” she introduces. 

 “Nice, thanks Cara,” he sarcastically remarks, his voice rough. 

“You’ll live,” she fires back, stepping into a space between the two sides.

 I giggle into Sam’s shoulder and his chest vibrates at the two as well. His arm moves up to drape across my shoulders. 

“You all know Kendall” Cara points to her. 

“Now I know how Colson feels,” she jokes under her breath. 

“It’s true!” Cara snaps, tossing her arms up in defense. 

“Penelope, Y/N, and Sam” she points to each of us individually. 

I wave to the two guys nicely while Penelope and Sam say either “hi” or “hey.” 

“So you’re the infamous Y/N we’ve been hearing so much about!” Pete grins, peeking over the top of his glasses. 

Travis chuckles but coughs to cover it up. 

“Pardon?” I ask with an eyebrow raised. 

Colson wacks Pete on the back of the head but that doesn’t stop him. 

“Are you two a thing?” Travis gestures between Sam and me. 

“Uh, no just friends,” Sam gives the routine answer.

 “Best,” I add grinning up at him. 

Travis steps forward, plants a kiss on my cheek. “Nice to finally meet you, Y/N.” 

Baffled by the gesture, I smile bashfully with my cheeks heating up. This man is a whole different species. I’ll admit, he’s got game. 

Colson grabs him by the back of his t-shirt and yanks him back without any emotion on his face. He must have to reel him in often. 

“Excuse Travis, he has little self-control,” Colson apologizes to me visibly irritated by the whole thing. 

“Hey, I’ve got plenty self-control," Travis argues, fixing his shirt. “I’m just being friendly to the girl our dear buddy is so fond of!” He snickers as he elbows Colson. 

“You all are idiots. Are we gonna have to go back to the house?” Colson hisses to his friends. 

“I think I saw a food truck selling smoothies over there,” I offer to Sam quietly between us. 

“Alrighty,” he accepts and presses a quick peck to my forehead.“We’ll meet up with you guys a little later” Sam announces to everyone. 

He and I begin to walk to the vendor, I anticipate his questions about the conversation back there.

 “Later?” He asks, referring to holding off on talking about the whole thing until tonight. 

“Later” I exhale deeply, relieved. 

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All of us are in the crowd at The Weekend’s performance. Dancing around with the girls is a memory I’ll never forget. The crowd cheers when the beat drops. My voice is going to be nonexistent by the end of the festival. Kendall and I shout the lyrics to each other at the top of our lungs along with everyone. It may be only me but when I live out experiences I realize will stick with me forever, time slows. The world around me moves in slow motion as I jump around, tossing my hair side to side with Cara. 

My attention flickers over to the boys who are standing in a little pack, sipping on their drinks. Sam lowers his head as he laughs out loud at something that Colson whispered to him. Pete is watching the performance, paying no attention to his friends goofing off. Travis nudges Colson and his crystal blue eyes meet mine. 

And the world just falls into place. 

The significant moment just became crucial. 

My dancing slows until it stops completely. Travis turns his head to mutter something to him that I can’t quite make out. Colson nods with the corner of his mouth curved up. 

Kendall grabs my wrist and urges me to dance. My thoughts change direction and return to the music. 

“Woohoo!” I cheer as the set comes to a close. 

“Yeah!” Kendall claps and throws her arms in the air. 

Pete comes over to us. “You all wanna head back to the hotel?”

 Unanimously, we all agree with him. 

Sam finds me, bear-hugging me from behind. “The guys and I were thinking about going for a swim when we get back.” 

“Good idea!” I turn to face the girls. “The boys are gonna go swimming at the hotel wanna join?” 

“Yeah! Let’s do it!” Kendall accepts and the girls don’t object. 

Sam rests his arm across my shoulders and lowers his head to whisper in my ear. “See, it’s not so bad huh?” 

“Yeah yeah, it’s so bad!” I playfully shove him off of me. 

He quickly returns to my side without any hesitation. I hate being wrong but I’ll give him this one. He kisses my temple, pleased with himself. 

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Kendall calls for me from the pool to join everyone outside. I shut off the lights as I exit the bedroom and out the sliding doors leading to the pool. The eight are divided, some are in the water while some are sat around a table. In the pool, Colson presses down on Pete's shoulders allowing himself to rise above the surface. His chiseled torso glistens under the lights. 

I snap myself out of it as Cara pours me a drink. “is that the suit you got when we went shopping?”

“Yep!” I do a little spin as she applauds. 

“I love it! We were right, black is better!” she clasps her hands together, pleased. She slides me the cup filled with a frozen green substance. 

“Cara, what the hell is this?” She jokingly glares at me, “a frozen baja blast from Taco bell mixed with tequila. Kendall and I did a quick run after we left the festival, your welcome!” 

I try the substance, surprisingly it’s amazing! “I’ve found my new favorite thing!” I compliment her bartending. 

She bows and we all clap. “Thank you, thank you," she giggles. 

“Such a fruity drink!” Pete says from the pool disgusted. 

“I like it!” Kendall and Penelope fire back in unison. 

“So does the baby of the group,” Sam adds which earns a death glare from me. He nods his head for me to join him by the pool. 

Complying reluctantly, I sit down at the edge with my legs in the water. 

He swims up to me and stands beside my legs, resting his arm behind me.

“Baby huh?” Travis raises a brow. “How old are you anyway, Y/N?”

“Twenty-two,” Colson answers next to him before I have the chance. 

Travis looks to me for confirmation and I nod. 

“You look at least twenty-five," he remarks in disbelief.

I laugh, “so I’ve been told.” 

Pete and Colson exchange a few words that I can’t hear. 

“Hey Kendall, could you hand me my drink?” I hold out my hand to her. 

“Sure thing!” She picks up my cup from the table and walks it over to me. 

I extend myself up, reaching up for the drink. “Thanks!” 

She hums and strolls back to her chair. 

“What’s this?” Sam taps on my hip bone, more specifically my tan birthmark. 

I toss my long hair over my shoulder so it does rest in my lap. “It’s a birthmark. If you really look at it, it’s in the shape of a crescent moon.” 

Sam studies the mark on my skin and his astonished by the shape. “Woah! It really does!” 

The boys, except Colson, all are intrigued and swim over to check it out. 

“Well how ‘bout that” Pete mutters, focused on it. 

It’s hilarious how easy it is to please and entertain these grown guys. 

Pete waves Colson over, “you should see this, man!” 

“I’ve seen it,” he confesses point-blank, paying no mind to what can be assumed from his statement. 

The house goes dead quiet. There’s not a trace of sound for miles. 

“Wait, what?” Sam asks, a bit baffled. He looks to me for an answer but I only look to Colson to explain himself. He smirks at me, shameless. 

Frustrated, I climb out of the water. 

“I’m so lost,” Penelope seeks help from Cara and Kendall. 

“My guess is Y/N and Colson are a little closer than we thought,” Cara tells her not caring either way. 

Penelope gasps. 

I quickly shut that down. “We didn’t sleep together!” 

“Darn!” Pete pouts, “I was for that bombshell.” 

“Imagine her hair with his eyes on a baby boy,” Travis mentions playfully. He and Pete melt at the idea together. 

Snatching up a towel from the table, I don’t even acknowledge anyone as I storm off toward the screen doors. 

“Aw no, we’re just messing around Y/N!” Pete hollers. 

“Please, we beg, stay!” Travis forces out between laughs. 

Ignoring them, I make it to the doorframe. 

“Princess!” 

I stop dead in my tracks in the doorway, gripping the frame. Still, only Colson calls me Princess. 

Finally, he reveals truthfully to everyone. “We didn’t sleep together,” he sighs sounding apologetic, “we went cliff diving and that’s when I saw it." 

Now an internal battle breaks lose within me. Before he yelled Princess, I had the full intention of leaving. My body knew I wanted to stay before my mind did. 

I hear who I assume is Colson climb out of the water behind me. His hand rests on my shoulder and he urges me to face him. Reluctantly, I do so but keep my head low. If I get a glimpse of those two crystal blue eyes, all my willpower will disappear. 

His index and forefinger tuck under my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. 

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry, okay?” 

Who am I kidding? One second staring at his prettiness and I’m useless. I nod still unsure but it’s obvious he didn’t mean to cause anything. The other’s return to their own activities. 

Colson lights up, I roll my eyes, holding back a grin. “I hate you.” 

“How come? I’m great!” 

I shove him in the chest playfully and turn to walk away. He catches my wrist and pulls me into his chest. 

“You’re so full of yourself,” I point out, pretending my heart isn’t pounding in my chest. 

He’s much stronger than me that I could never escape his hold. 

“Not full of myself, just confident.” He catches me off guard when he plants a quick peck on my neck. His grip on me loosens as he gets comfortable and I manage to escape. 

“Gonna have to hold on tighter Baker,” I wink at him then turn my back, getting a running start before doing a front flip into the pool. 

Internally, I’m smiling ear to ear because I’m genuinely happy, giddy actually. A little kid walking into the Disney store kind of happy. 

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The next morning, I bop up and down in a rush to slide on all my jewelry. 

“Y/N!” Sam yells for me from the next room. 

“Coming! I’m coming! I’m coming” I slide on some more rings. Grab my bag from the bed “coming! Coming!” Jogging towards the front door to everyone. “Coming! Here” I announce as I come to a skid beside Pete. 

Taking my rainbow John Lennon sunglasses out of my bag and placing them over my eyes. 

He holds up a pack of gum as an offering.

“Thanks!” I unwrap a piece and pop it in my mouth. 

“Great! You’re here but Colson is taking his sweet time.” Travis gives up and slides down the wall. 

“I’m right here you goon!” Colson slides in next to me, still putting on his backpack. “

Finally!” Pete sighs and Kendall opens the front door. 

Everyone files out of the house discussing who’s riding with who. Out of the corner of my vision, his head moves up and down in a scan. 

“It’s not polite to stare Baker,” I remind him yet again. 

“You make it hard Voss!” He doesn’t falter in the slightest. He wraps his arm around my waist under my black crop top as we all walk to our cars. He lowers his head to whisper in my ear, “whoever invented those shorts I really need to thank them.” 

Luckily, none of the rest heard a word. 

“Goodness, you’re such a flirt!” I stay quiet, not easily falling for his games. “

"Only with you, Sweetheart.” He pecks my cheek and scurries off before I have the chance to object. 

Sam, Penelope, Colson, and I climb into Sam’s car. The two boys took Colson’s with Kendall and Cara. The fewer amount of cars we take the best. Sitting criss-cross in the front seat, I hit play on the aux. 

Sam groans, tossing his head back “oh no-” 

“Hush!” 

“Dad music this early!” Sam whines. 

“It’s not dad music!” I set up Johnny Cash plays and I clap my hands with excitement. 

“How’d you let her be DJ!” Penelope snaps at Sam. 

 “Dad music?” Colson questions, utterly lost. 

“Don’t listen to them!" I order over my shoulder. 

“She only listens to dad music. I swear she’s a forty-year-old man trapped in a twenty-two-year-old body!" Sam teases. 

“Johnny Cash is a legend! Dad’s aren’t the only ones who listen to him!” I agrue. 

“You’re right,” Sam says, flickering his eyes over to me while he drives. “You do too.”

 I scoff and rest my head against the window. The early sounds of  “Runaway” by Bon Jovi plays and I perk up. “Yes!” 

“No!” Penelope whines immediately after. 

I mumble the lyrics to myself as we drive. “Ooh, she’s a little runaway.” 

Half the reason I play the music is get to my friends. I do genuinely like so-called dad music but it’s a real win when Penelope and Sam whine. 

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Walking toward the entrance of the festival, Colson comes up beside me in a light jog to catch up. “You like Bon Jovi?” His tone sounds surprised. 

“Heck yeah!” I have no shame in my fifty-year-old man’s taste in music. 

“Interesting...” He smirks, the majority of his face covered by his sunglasses. 

“How so?”

He shrugs. “Nothing, just wouldn’t have guessed it.” 

“Oh really?” 

“Yeah, I took you for someone who likes modern music, girly-girl kind of music," he teases. 

"Rude," I scoff but don't take him too seriously. 

Sam listens in and laughs to himself. 

Travis redirects everyone to him when spots a coffee truck. 

I follow the pack until I’m yanked back by the wrist by Colson. “Can I help you?” I can’t help but be sassy toward him. Sarcasm is my first line of self-defense. 

He combs his free hand through his hair. “You’re constantly surprising me.”

 I tilt my head to the side “is that a good thing?” 

“Yes,” he utters, his eyes pouring into mine, “I love learning new things about you… ” 

This kid never ceases to lead with his charm. However, if he thinks his flattery, charm, and goo-goo-gah-gah eyes will make me fall for him, he’s wrong. 

“My favorite color is blue,” I inform him, “there’s a start.” 

“Colson! Y/N!” Kendall waves for us to join them. 

I begin to walk toward the group without waiting for him. 

He jogs in front of me then walks backward to talk to me. “Favorite place in the entire world?” 

I give him a look of astonishment. He goes right for the toughies. 

“South Carolina in the spring I suppose,” I answer, stuffing my hands in my pockets.

 “Do you miss it?” His tone changes to one of seriousness. Based on his narrowed eyes, he genuinely cares about my reply. 

“Terribly." 

For a brief time, we hold eye contact. It’s not meaningless staring, it’s an understanding happening between us. When we reach the truck Colson spins around and acts energized. He joins Pete, patting his friend on the back. Who he is around others vs. when it’s just the two of us are completely different people. His personality can change in a blink of an eye. 

Travis and I are grabbing some water bottles for everyone when a girl timidly approaches us. “Hi...hi Y/N” the girl, who’s no more than thirteen, stammers. Travis takes the waters from me. 

“Hello, Sweetheart!" I smile warmly. "What’s your name?” 

“Christia!” She swallows hard. 

“Nice to meet you Christia!” I pull the girl into a hug. 

“Can we take a picture please?” She requests as she holds up her phone. 

“Absolutely!” We take a selfie on her phone and she thanks me before disappearing into the crowd. 

“Thanks,” I say to Travis as take some of the bottles back. 

“You were great with her,” he compliments on our adventure back to our friends. 

“She was sweet. I try to be friendly to everyone who recognizes me.” 

“I couldn’t imagine” he comments. 

“Imagine what?” 

“Having strangers come up to you and have phones or cameras directed at you constantly.” 

I look around and some people here and there are snapping photos of us with various devices. “It comes with the job. I don’t mind it. Only when it causes drama and rumors but those will never end.” 

“He’s lucky to have you. Colson, I mean.” 

I smile shyly, a tad confused by his statement. What’s so special about me? “Why do you say that?” 

“You can handle the baggage that he comes with. The fans, media, drama, etc. Colson has never had it easy.” 

I hope Travis and the others don’t think Colson and I are anything more than friends if that! It was only last week he and I were at each other’s throats. “What happened when he was younger?” 

“Travis, I-” 

Penelope jogs up to us when we get closer “thank god! I’m dying of thirst!” She dramatically snatches one of the water bottles from me and jugs half. 

Travis and I pass out water to everyone. I take a sip from mine then slip it into Sam’s backpack. 

Soon, Billie Eilish comes out for her set, cheating me of my chances to explain the dynamic of Colson and me to Travis. I don't want him to get the wrong idea. Sure, Colson and I have great chemistry when we're together, but it can't become anything. America's Sweetheart can't exactly be with a rockstar. 

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[samwisethewitch]

Little Acts of Everyday Magic

Many witches, regardless of skill level, struggle to feel magical in their everyday lives. If you’re only engaging with magic during your monthly full moon rituals, it can be hard to feel like a powerful witch on the other 30ish days of the month. The trick is to find small, everyday acts to make life more magical.

Here are a few things you can do to bring some magic into your everyday life:

Keep a magical journal. This can be a Book of Shadows where you record your spells and other information relevant to your craft, a tarot journal where you record readings, or a tool for manifestation. And if you’re not a writer, why not try keeping a sketchbook journal or a collage journal? You may even want to try creating Pinterest boards for your different magical interests — you can also use Pinterest boards for manifestations. You can do some pretty powerful magic with just a pen and paper, so don’t underestimate the power of a journaling practice!

Bring some witchin’ into your kitchen. Kitchen magic is one of the easiest ways to incorporate witchcraft into your daily life, because we all have to eat. You can use magic in the kitchen by looking up the correspondences of different ingredients and blending them based on intention, by charging your food with sigils and other sacred symbols, and by speaking incantations while you mix ingredients. Lots of the most commonly used magical herbs are edible, so a lot of spells are easy to translate to food. For example, a pumpkin pie contains all the ingredients for a powerful money spell — all it needs is your intention!

Get into mixing your own magical tea and coffee blends. One of the easiest forms of kitchen witchcraft is coffee and tea spells. Buying herbs to mix your own tea blends can be a really fun (and tasty) way to practice magic. You can also find pre-made blends that can be used for magic at the supermarket — use a sleepy time blend in spells for peace, or an energizing blend in spells for motivation, etc.

Choose your outfits with intention. Use the magic of color to pick clothes that match your intentions — green to attract wealth, pink to attract love, etc. Wear jewelry that has magical properties, or charm a piece of jewelry you already own. You can also write sigils, runes, or other magical symbols on your clothes’ tags to imbue them with magical energy.

Wear magical oils as perfume. I know I’ve talked about this before, but oils are like pre-mixed spells in a bottle, which makes them extremely convenient for the witch on the go. Don’t have time for a full ritual before your job interview/first date/other important event? No problem! Apply an appropriate oil to your wrists and behind your ears, whisper a few words of intention, and go forth and slay. My personal go-to combination is a protection oil paired with a success oil for general good vibes. You can buy pre-made magical oil blends from witch-owned businesses, or make your own by blending essential oils in a carrier oil and charging it with your intention.

Grow magical houseplants. As far as I’m concerned, caring for a plant or animal (see below) is an act of pure magic. Lots of magic herbs can be grown inside pretty easily, and lots of common houseplants also have magical associations. Choose the plants that you feel intuitively drawn to, and make caring for them part of your daily ritual practice. And if you end up using any part of the plant in a spell down the line, it will be extra potent because of its personal connection to you.

Get a magical pet, or learn what magic your pets already possess. Cats (black or otherwise) are the classic witchy pet, but all animals have inherent symbolism and power associated with them. Whether you have a cat, a dog, a bunny, a snake, fish, or some other creature living in your home, do research into the mythology, folklore, and magic associated with that animal — you might be surprised what you find! Make acts of caring for your pet — like feeding them, brushing their fur, or cleaning their cage — into rituals. Allow your pet to participate in your spiritual practice if it’s safe for them to do so. My dog loves to be around me when I’m doing Reiki, and will ask me to give her some energy while I’m channeling. Animals are sensitive to energy, so you might be surprised by how much they’re capable of understanding and participating in your rituals.

Develop a meditation practice. This is going way back to one of the first parts of this series, but a daily meditation practice is one of the most effective ways to develop your ability to sense and interact with energy. It also has a ton of proven health benefits and can help you maintain a peaceful mental/emotional state. Meditation does not have to be time consuming — even five minutes a day will make a huge difference. I’ve recently gotten very into mindfulness meditation, and it’s lead to a lot of positive changes in my life and my spiritual practice. If you don’t already have a meditation practice, I strongly encourage you to start one.

Read mythology, scripture, or poetry — or write your own! Whether you believe that the gods and heroes of myth are real spiritual beings or simply represent archetypes within the collective consciousness, there is power in the old stories. Read the stories and poems that speak to you, and see what inspiration you can draw from them. If no myths or legends catch your fancy, try writing your own! If you were to create your own pantheon of gods, what would they be like? What would they do? Write it down! Pop culture pantheons are also becoming increasingly popular with modern witches — this is where, instead of working with a mythological pantheon, you choose fictional characters as your representations of universal archetypes. If you want to work with Superman as a representation of the Paragon archetype or Maleficent as a representation of the Dark Mother, there’s no rule saying you can’t. Storytelling takes many, many forms, and all of those forms can be sources of power for a witch.

Make a playlist of songs that make you feel like a powerful witch. Right now, my go-to witchy music is In This Moment’s “Mother” album, but some other bands/musicians that make me feel good and witchy are Fleetwood Mac (of course), Florence + the Machine, Hozier, and the Crane Wives. Make a playlist of songs that make you feel powerful and magical, and listen to it any time you need a pick me up. If you choose to work with deities and/or archetypes, you can make devotional playlists to help you connect with their energy. You can also build playlists for specific intentions like love, wealth, or healing. Spotify can be a powerful manifestation tool if you get creative with it.

These are just a few ideas, but there are countless ways to bring magic into your daily life. What do you guys like to do to make life more magical?

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[gloomybabygirl]

{in my head pt.2} Poe Dameron x smuggler!reader (soulmate au)

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a/n: hi everyone! I can’t thank you enough for all the love on the first part of the series!! I was actually super nervous to post it and had my friends beta read it an unhealthy amount of times, so the feedback I’ve gotten has been wonderful :) p.s. the series tag list is open, send an ask or message if you want to be tagged for the rest!

warnings: alcohol consumption, soulmate trope, poe not clearing his throat, cliffhanger, I haven’t proofread this yet 

timeline: I never established this so here we go! this is set between force awakens and last Jedi! so we’re still on D’Qar ladies, gents, and nb friends. however Miss Rey has not yet traveled to see Uncle Luke 

word count: 4k oops

songs used: mr. loverman - Ricky Montgomery & the chain - Fleetwood Mac (kinda? I just listened there's no singing in this part lol)

summary: you and Poe spend some time bonding, you go on your first mission 

You loved being apart of the Resistance. Waking up on D’Qar every morning was a blessing in your eyes. You had a purpose here. You’d never stayed on one planet for so long. Being on the run was your norm for the majority of your life. It was too dangerous for you to stay on one planet for too long (or stay in one region for that matter). The humid Jungle was the closest thing you’d had to a permanent home since you were a child. 

That is, D’Qar was the closet thing to a physical home you’d had in years. There was one person that had no trouble making you feel at home. You could be stuck in carbonite on a bounty hunters ship and hearing your soulmate’s voice wold make you feel safe. His sweet song felt like coming home to the warm embrace of a lover. 

But you hadn’t heard it in weeks. And it was starting to worry you. There had always been that nagging voice in the back of your mind telling you that he’d found someone else. But now that voice was trying to convince you of something much worse. You don’t know what you’d do if you’d spent all this time waiting for your person only to find out that something awful had happened to him. 

You’d rather find out he already belonged to someone else. 

You did your best to push the dark thoughts away, locking them in a box in the back of your mind. You couldn’t let yourself linger on the idea of him being dead or it would drive you insane. 

There were three people that did a magnificent job of keeping your mind off of all the negative thoughts. On days when it felt like the weight of the war was resting solely on your shoulders, your friends were the ones who could help you bear it. They were always there for a joke or a long talk, if that's what you needed. Of course you were there for them as well. It was the first time you’d allowed yourself to have people in your life that could rely on you. 

Days like today were your favorite. The weather was finally starting to cool down on the swampy planet, making the outside air somewhat tolerable. Everyone you loved was on base, safe and accounted for after a successful mission. Every time one of them left the base you felt as though you were holding your breath until they came back. But now, in Poe's small quarters with Rey and Finn, you felt the air return to your grateful lungs. Poe had devised a plan to hit up Maz’s on the way back from the mission and snagged a few bottles of jet juice, which you and the rest of the gang were all happily draining  in his quarters. The alcohol was just beginning to burn in your stomach and your head was the slightest bit fuzzy. You took your time soaking in the scene of your found family spread out on the cold permacrete of Poe’s room. 

Finn’s boisterous laugh rang out as his best friend finished telling every one about his adventure and a half to get the jet juice. Finn was especially fond of the tangy, red alcohol and was on drink number four down the hatch.

“Only you, Dameron,” Rey laughed to herself, gently taking the half full bottle out of Finn’s hands. His face of protest caused another round of laughter to erupt around the small room. He looked like a child that was denied a sweet by their parent. 

Finn fell back against the permacrete, his head making an awful hollow sound as it hit the ground. He didn't seem to feel it and decided the floor was his new best friend for the night. Rey got up from her position against the wall and began to pick up the empty bottles scattered around the room. 

“Looks like the jet juice served it’s purpose,” you commented, nudging Poe in the side with your elbow. Finn was now curling into the fetal position, trying to use a rug as a blanket. 

You had your legs resting over Poe’s strong thighs. He patted the side of your leg where his hand had been resting, carefully moving your legs off of him. “I better help him back to his room. Someone has to make sure he doesn’t end up running naked through the tarmac trying to fly an X-Wing,” Poe said. 

“I’d should head back to my quarters too,” you stood up to put your boots on, but Poe stopped you. 

“Actually, do you think you could wait here till I get back? I have something I want to give you,” Poe winked at you, helping Rey tug their friend to his feet.

You couldn't help the way your heart sped up at his words. And you definitely didn't miss the eyebrow raise Rey shot you from the door. 

“Yeah, I’ll just hang with BB-8 till you get back.” 

A low voice bellowed out from the door, “OOOOH HE GOT YOU A PRESENT! How romantic,” Finn was apparently trying to wake up the entire base with the way his voice was booming off the walls. You were sure he hadn't meant for that to come out so loud. Or to come out at all. 

Everyone went silent. You and Poe pointedly looked away from each other. His cheeks flamed red. You pretended to be preoccupied with the frayed laces on your Resistance issued boots. 

Rey looked between the two of you and then broke the awkward silence with: “Aaanyway, let’s get you to bed Peanut!” She sounded too cheerful, trying to reduce the awkward energy that hung in the room. Being force sensitive you could only imagine how she was perceiving the situation. She and Poe hauled their inebriated friend out into the hall, desperately trying to shush him as he was now singing. You hoped his poor soulmate wasn't trying to sleep. 

_ 

Finn clapped Poe on the back hard when they finally got into the drunk man’s room. Rey had helped Poe get Finn to his quarters but had dipped when Finn requested to be helped into his pajamas. They were close, but not ‘undressing one another’ close. Poe was itching to get back to his room and see you again, but he helped his buddy none the less. 

Finn was finally laying in bed when Poe turned to leave. 

“Are you okay?” 

Poe hesitated, then turned on his heel. “Yeah?” he furrowed his brow at the unexpected question, “Why?” 

“You haven’t been singing.” Finn was suddenly serious. 

Poe’s face softened when he realized what Finn was so concerned about. 

And he was right, Poe hadn’t been singing. It wasn't hard to miss, everyone on base noticed. The man who used to use every spare moment to sing to his soulmate had gone quiet. People actually missed hearing his voice all the time. Echoing through the halls of the base or out on the tarmac mixing with the whine of X-Wings taking off and landing. Finn wasn’t the only person worried about Black Leader. Leia had even mentioned something to her surrogate son a few days back. She enjoyed his singing more than anyone. She said it was a sparkle of hope during a dark time.

But the truth was, Poe didn't feel like singing. Guilt was the main thing keeping him from inflicting his voice on people whenever he could. How could he sing to his soulmate when he was fighting off feelings for someone else? He was doing everything in his power to stop you from being at the forefront of his mind all the time, but it was hard when your smile was his favorite thing to occupy his mind with. 

“I miss my lover, man.” 

He did. He missed his soulmate, whoever they were. He missed randomly hearing their soft voice humming through his mind. He missed the way he felt when he would sing to them. It was the closest thing he had to actually being with them, talking to them. He missed that he used to long for them. Lately that unconditional, blind love was being clouded by someone else. You. 

_ 

“Tell me more stories about your Dad.” You were sitting cross-legged on the floor across from where BB-8 was nestled in his charging station. He had been beeping and booping at you for the last half and hour as you waited for his father to return. 

The droid animatedly jumped into another anecdote about a recent mission he had gone on with his favorite person. He rattled around in his charging station, whirling his head around and beeping rapidly at you. 

“He did what?!” you asked the little orange droid as the blast doors flew open, revealing the man in question. You turned to face Poe, mouth still agape at the droids admission to you.

“Who did what?” Poe asked confused, walking into the room. The droid then decided he was done charging and rolled over to Poe for scritches. Poe kneeled down and gave his favorite little guy some love, looking at you for an answer. He laughed at the way you had your arms crossed and were giving him the same look Leia gave him when she found out he’d gotten into a dog fight.

BB-8 beeped adamantly at him. 

“Maker, Beebs, you told her about that?” He glanced nervously at you, only to find you were now trying to suppress a laugh. He was soothed by that damned smile that was burned into his mind. 

“Unfortunately for you, I can understand BB’s binary perfectly. Now I know why you have to work on your ship so often,” you teased. “You’re not exactly tender with her.” You were trying to keep up your facade of being angry with him for being reckless. You were failing, your smirk giving you away. 

Why did the fact that you understood BB-8 give him heart palpitations? His droid was absolutely going to get him into trouble with you one day. Apparently he can’t be expected to keep secrets. 

Poe ignored your jab and  walked over to sit behind you. 

“Close your eyes,” he demanded softly. 

“No, I don’t trust you. What kind of weird creature are you about to put on me?” you asked, twisting your torso to see him. 

He cocked his head at you, “Would you just have a little faith in me? I have something special for you.” He laughed. You narrowed your eyes at him but closed you eyes and turned around anyway, your smile growing bigger every second.

“Besides, if I was going to put a creature on you, I’d do it on front of more people,” he taunted. 

You laughed humorlessly at him, “Always the attention whore.” You heard him playfully shush you. 

Poe took a deep breath, silently grateful that you couldn't see the way his hands were trembling. He reached up and removed the silver chain from around his neck for the first time in years. He then carefully slipped it over your head and watched from over your shoulder as his mothers ring came to rest at your sternum. 

Deep breath. “Open.” 

You immediately turned toward him, a look of shock on your face.

“Poe what is this?” you asked, alarmed by the ring resting delicately on your collar bone. 

Poe's warm eyes held so much softness in them, you thought you would bust into tears right then. You turned to face him fully, confused as to why he just put this piece of jewelry around your neck. 

“A good luck charm,” he whispered, admiring the way it looked on you. 

“Is this the chain you wear every day?”

He nodded, still giving you that look that made you feel like the only person in the universe. 

“Then what's this ring?” The bottom of the silver chain was always dipped below his collar, if the ring had always been there, you’d never seen it. 

“It was my mother’s wedding ring. I wear it every day, take it on every mission, even sleep with it on. One day I’ll give it to my soulmate when I ask them to marry me, but for now it serves as a good luck charm for me,” He explained with a sad edge to his voice. 

You had become close with Poe Dameron in the last few months. While a large portion of that time was spent with Finn and Rey, you also had spent a few late nights just the two of you. He had a knack for making you laugh and you would often stay in his quarters long after the others had retired. Deeper conversations were far and few between, the two of you preferring to spend your time together in a fit of hysterics. It was strange to see this man so serious. There was no twinkle of mischief in his eyes tonight. 

You suddenly felt suffocated by him. His face was a mere few inches away from yours and you could feel his cool breath fanning across your face. His large hands rested on your knees, giving you a light squeeze and snapping you out of your haze.

“Poe are you sure you want to give this to me? I can't imagine how important it must be to you.” You reached up and stroked the smooth metal. 

“It’s the most important thing in the word to me. But I want you to have it for your first mission. Since I’m not going with you to help you when you accidentally shoot yourself in the foot, I want you to have a piece of me there with you. And what better to give you than my good luck charm?”

You felt your tears spill over, streaking hot and wet down your face at the sincerity in his voice. You couldn't believe he wanted you to have this piece of him with you. He was becoming one of the most important people in your life, and him sharing something so special with you meant the world. 

You were going down a slippery slope. If you weren't careful, you could fall in love with this man so easily.

“Poe, thank you. I don't know what to say,” you reached forward, pulling him into a tight hug. You nuzzled into his neck, letting the scent of leather and engine oil envelop you. He reached one arm securely around your waist and brought the other up to gently cup the back of your head. He took a deep breath in without meaning to, overwhelming his senses with you. He didn't want to pull away and had to hide his disappointment when you did. You kept your hands on his shoulders, squeezing slightly. 

“I promise I’ll bring it back safely so you can give it to your soulmate one day.”

_

The next few days were a whirl wind of meetings, briefings, more meetings, caf breaks, and did you mention meetings? You spent more time in the command room with your team than you did anywhere else. You forgot life existed outside the confines of the dirt walls.

But you were ecstatic that Leia trusted you with such an important mission so soon after joining the Resistance. Plus you couldn’t be more grateful for the people that were joining you for this mission. 

Finn was excellent for morale and a very smart man when he needed to be, unless of course he had jet juice in his system. Miss. Force-User Rey was always a good person to have on a mission. You brought a sense of craftiness to the crew, thanks to your smuggler skills. And Chewbacca was the only one (besides Poe) that Leia trusted to pilot the Falcon. Plus, he had a soft spot for smugglers, making you a new favorite of his. 

The one person you wished you could add to this team was Poe. His pilot skills would have been a great help to Chewie, he was talented with a blaster, and he was easy on the eyes. But he had a more important solo mission with BB-8 that Leia needed him on. He didn't make himself completely scarce though. He often came in and out of the Command Center, having his own mission to plan with Admiral Akbar. He made a point of bringing you caf every time too, he knew exactly how you liked it. 

You were terrified for your first mission as it was, but not having Poe there made everything ten times more dangerous in your eyes. 

The ring he had let you borrow was becoming a source of comfort. Whenever you got anxious about the mission you found yourself fiddling with it. The smooth metal was slightly worn in one spot on the band and you ran your fingers over it repeatedly to calm yourself. Something you caught yourself doing unconsciously on a number of occasions. 

The plan was simple. The Resistance had gotten word of an ex First Order official on the planet Ryloth, less than a parsec away from Tatooine. You and the rest of the crew were to go there and see what information the old Commander could offer you. Simple. But that didn’t stop you from needing to cover all your bases. Every single thing that could have possibly gone wrong had an escape plan to coincide. You were as prepared as you could be.

Your favorite part of the plan was your mode of transportation. As an ex-smuggler, you’d admired the Millennium Falcon and it's pilot for years. You’d heard every story surrounding Han Solo and his old piece of junk. Seeing it in person, let alone flying on it was something you’d never thought would be possible. But here you were, boarding the infamous ship. 

Finn and Rey brushed passed you, Rey laughing at the look of awe on your face as you were frozen in the doorway, the ramp hitting you on the ass as it closed.

You took your time walking around the hull of the Falcon. Taking a moment just to think about the adventures she’d been on, the places she’d seen. You laughed fondly to yourself as you remembered your favorite story. You reached out and placed a hand tentatively on the wall of the old ship. “So this is the ship that made the Kessel Run in fourteen parsecs?” you called out to your friends.

“Twelve,” Finn and Rey chorused from the cockpit, mixed with the indignant cry of your favorite Wookie. 

“Okay, twelve! Sorry, sorry,” you laughed and joined your friends in the cockpit. 

_ 

Poe was exhilarated every time he was in the air. There was nothing in the world that gave him the same feeling. This man was more comfortable in a cockpit than he was on his own two feet. If it were up to him, he’d never come down. 

But there was someone pulling him back to solid ground, like a magnet. Someone he couldn’t stop thinking about no matter how badly he wanted to exile them from his mind. He couldn't ignore your gravitational pull. He hadn't seen you in several days, you having returned from your mission two days prior. His mission was a success and he couldn't wait to tell you all about it. Leaving out the dangerous details that BB-8 was sure to fill you in on later. 

He was nervous to hear about how your mission went. It was a simple enough task, but he couldn't help but worry about you. He hoped his good luck charm was as comforting to you as it had been to him these last few years. He felt naked without it, this having been the first mission he hadn't taken it on. He found himself reaching up to stroke his finger across the band of the ring he had worn in from playing with it when he got nervous, but then remembering he'd given it to you. The idea that you were wearing a piece of him around the base made his heart leap in his chest. 

He was practically giddy when he leaped down from his X-Wing, already rushing to find you. 

Cool it Dameron, you have a soulmate waiting for you. 

Plus, he had to see the General before anything. Was he so clouded by his need to see you that he forgot he was fighting a war? 

A twinge of guilt hit him hard in the stomach, forcing him to take a deep breath and remind himself of the person looking for him somewhere in the universe. He let his feet take him down the familiar dirt path to the Command Center. The soft, damp earth caused his flight boots to sink slightly with each step.

He flooded his mind with images of what his future could be like with the person the galaxy had chosen for him. A small home on Yavin IV. Children he could teach how to fly the same way his mother taught him. A safe, quiet life with no threat of the First Order. No threats at all. He stored these images in the back of his mind for when he needed a glimmer of hope during the war. But lately he was using these daydreams as distractions from you. 

He stepped into he large room where Leia was addressing General Akbar and a few other pilots that had also just returned from a mission. 

When she caught sight of Poe her forehead created in confusion and she abruptly dismissed the debrief she was in the middle of with a wave of her hand. As they shuffled out of the room, several of them shot Poe sympathetic looks. 

What the hell was going on? 

“Commander Dameron, what are you doing here?” The General asked, walking over to him.

He hesitated, unsure as to why she was asking a question with an obvious answer, “I just landed from my mission, General. I’m here to debrief.” 

Leia dropped the General persona and gently caressed the pilots face, running her thumb over the stubble she resented.

She had always been like a second mother to Poe, and he like a second son to her. Their relationship was something special and unique. Something she thanked the Force every day for. However, her unexpected shift from serious Resistance leader to caring mother made Poe nervous. 

“I thought Finn or Rey would have been waiting on the tarmac to tell you.” 

Now he was starting to panic. What was he missing? What happened? 

“Come with me,” Leia softly implored, grabbing his calloused hand and yanking him out of the room. She tried to flood him with calm though the force connection she made with him, but his anxiety was too overbearing.

She continued explaining as she pulled him through the base, “The mission went south. There was no ex Order Commander on Ryloth. It was a set up. When they landed, there was a fleet of ‘Troopers waiting for them, ready to capture them and bring them back to the Finalizer for my son to interrogate.” She tried to keep her voice even for Poe's sake.

Poe was really panicking now, starting to pick up his speed. He squeezed Leia’s hand, begging her to continue. 

“They got out relatively unscathed. Chewie stayed on the Falcon so they were able to get away quickly. But Poe,” she stopped in her tracks, jerking Poe back to a halt. She looked him in the eyes, worried for what his reaction to her news would be. 

“Poe, the new recruit was badly hurt. They were shot in the side with a blaster and lost a lot of blood. They’ve been in the medbey unconscious for two days, but they’ll be okay,” she finished. 

Poe wordlessly turned and broke out into a run towards the medbay. Leia watched him go, knowing he needed to see you more than anything in that moment. She had felt a connection between you and Poe. She knew he wanted to wait for his soulmate, but she also knew that finding them was not likely. Part of her wished he would give in and let himself fall in love with you. Soulmate or not, she wanted him to be happy. 

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[achillestiel]

the parent trap only works if you’re identical | part five (if this get’s any longer I’m putting it on ao3)

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“Well thank you for dinner but we should probably be heading out.” Dean said towards the end of one of, if not the most, awkward dinner of his life.

“Dad what about dessert?”

“Claire, we need to get going. It’s a long drive back to Kansas.” Dean said, sighing internally because he knew getting Claire out the damn house was going to be hard. 

“Dean, don't be ridiculous. You’ve been driving for most of the day.” Cas said. “We have the spare bedroom-”

“That’s my room!” Gabriel interrupted. 

“It’s not your room Gabriel. It’s the guest room. You have your own house with your own bedroom.” Cas said, giving Gabriel the bitchiest look Dean had ever seen. That was saying a lot seeing as he’d grown up with Sam. “Dean, why don’t you and Claire stay here for the night? Claire can sleep in Jack’s room and you can sleep in the guest room.” Cas suggested. Claire and Jack grinned at each other and Dean just knew they'd stay up half the night whispering to each other. Or plotting. Most likely plotting.  

No. Nope, Absolutely not going to happen in a million goddamn years. 

“Cas, we can just grab a motel if I get tired.” 

“Dad, I’m not staying in a motel if we can stay here.” Claire said stubbornly. “Plus Jack and I were already planning on making waffles in the morning!” Oh, Jesus Christ. These kids were going to be the death of Dean. And damn if both Claire and Jack weren’t giving him the puppy dog eyes. 

 “Fine. Fine. But we’re heading out in the morning Claire, I mean it.”

“After waffles.” Claire and Jack said in unison. When the hell did those two learn how to do that?

“Excellent, now that’s all sorted I’m going to head home as Winchester’s stolen my room. All the wine is gone anyways.” Gabriel asked, slapping his hand on his thighs as he got out of his seat

“See you in the morning Uncle Gabriel.” Claire said with a grin as Gabriel patted her on the head, ruffled Jack’s hair and gave both Dean and Cas pointed looks.  

“Good night Gabriel.” Cas said, giving his brother a stern look Dean didn’t understand. 

“Same to you bro. Good to see you Winchester, try not to keep this madam a stranger.” Gabriel said, nodding towards Claire.

“I’ll try.” Dean said, mainly to placate Gabriel. Gabriel gave them all a salute before heading out. “Nice to see Gabriel hasn’t changed at all.” Dean said once Gabriel had left. 

“No, he’s still the same annoying ass he’s always been.” Cas said. 

“I like him! He’s invited us to Thanksgiving this year.” Claire said. Yeah that’s not happening. Dean thought. 

“I’m going to teach Claire my secret yam recipe.” Jack said cheerfully. 

“Ah yes, Jack Novak’s secret yam recipe. Involving two whole bags of miniature marshmallows and a ruined casserole dish.” Cas said, shaking his head but giving Jack a fond look. 

“Sounds about as successful as when Claire tried to make apple pie on for Father’s Day.”

“What did you set on fire that time?” Jack asked Claire. Claire could stick her tongue out all she wanted but there were still scorch marks in their kitchen. 

“Yes well, Jack why don’t you and Claire clear up while Dean and I have a quick chat. After that, you can show Claire where she’s sleeping for the night. You two can watch a movie in your room.”

“Cool, how’d you feel about The Avengers?”

“Black Widow is a badass.” Claire said. “Rock, paper, scissors for who washes and who dries?” she then asked. 

“Oh Jesus.” Dean muttered as Cas motioned for him to follow him. Instead of going into the warm looking living room, Cas took Dean upstairs and into a spacious guest room. The walls were painted a deep, honey colour that matched the wooden furniture perfectly. Unlike Dean’s guest room, which was really a junk room, it was immaculately clean. Dean was about to make a quip about the cleanliness of the room before he stopped. In the corner of the room was the very turntable he had brought Cas for the first Christmas they had been together. Without saying a word, Dean walked over and glanced at the records neatly stored in their storage box. Bob Dylan, Fleetwood Mac and even the rare Otis Reading record that Dean had found at a vinyl fair. Cas had kept all of them. For a fleeting moment, Dean wondered if the note he’d hidden in the Bob Dylan record was still there. A hastily scribbled note saying I wasn't born to lose you. Oh, the irony. 

-

Cas watched with cautious eyes as Dean ran a hand over the box of records. Each one Dean had carefully picked out for Cas in another life. He had battled over getting rid of them for years. Gabriel had always said it was strange to keep hold of them but Cas could have never parted with them. When Jack was a toddler Cas had played all of them for him, smiling to himself at how Knocking On Heaven’s Door would always send Jack to sleep. 

“I think we need to have a talk.” Cas said, trying to ease the tension that had enveloped the room. 

“Um yeah.” Dean said with a cough as he straightened up, looking away from the records. “Cause apparently I’m cancelling my Thanksgiving plans with Sam to spend the day with my ex-brother-in-law, eating my body weight in mini marshmallows.” Dean said. “Cas...what are we going to do about this?”

“And by this you mean…”

“The kids. There’s no way Claire’s going to just go back to how it was before. Plus, Jack is an awesome kid. There’s no way I want to go back to how it was before. I mean, maybe Jack could stay with me during the summer?”

“And what? I get Claire during Easter? Christmas?” Cas asked, laughing at the absurdity of the situation. “We came up with this arrangement so the kids could live a normal life. What’s going to happen next, I have them for one year and you have them for the other? That won’t work.”

“No shit Cas but...did you see those two at dinner? They’ve only known each other for a few weeks but it’s clear they adore each other. Claire’s gonna be an even bigger pain in my ass after this. I don’t want to break my...our daughter’s heart when we separate them again and I’m sure you dont want that for Jack.”

“Of course I don’t! What do you honestly suggest then because not only did we come to this agreement to have the kids lead normal lives but it was also so we didn’t have to see each other.” Cas said because even though neither of them would say it, they both knew that seeing each other again would end in a huge fight and a lot of sex. 

"Then why did you ask me to stay?" Dean asked. Good question Dean, very good question. 

"Because it's late and you can't drive throughout the night when you've been driving all day." Cas said. Liar a small voice inside Cas said. As much as he annoys you, you still love him. 

"Oh." Dean said in a small voice. 

"Why? What do you expect me to say?"

"Nothing...forget it." Dean said. “You know, now that we’re here and I’ll probably never be here again. About that day you packed, why'd you do it? Why did you just hop on a train and leave?”

“Dean.” Cas groaned. “We were so young. We both had tempers, we said stupid things so I packed. Got on the train and you didn't come after me.”

“I wanted to but I didn’t think you’d want me to follow.” Dean said in a small voice. “Dammit Cas, you just had to send Jack to the exact same camp as Claire didn’t you? ”

“We haven’t spoken in twelve years, how on earth was I supposed to know where you were sending Claire for the summer? It might shock you to hear this but I can’t read your damn mind Dean. I didn’t send Jack there because a little voice in my head said ‘Oh Dean is sending Claire to this camp! Send Jack so he can meet the twin sister he never knew he had.’” Cas said.  "You are so infuriating, you know that right?”

"I'm infuriating?” Dean asked, looking highly offended. “What about the time you recorded over my Star Trek episode with a documentary on the life of Tomas Jefferson?"

"You have the whole series on DVD! Why did you need to record it off the SyFy channel?"

"You know why! It was the Trouble With Tribbles episode and that was on the DVD that Sam scratched when I let him borrow it!" Dean shot back. 

"Well, you set fire to the patio furniture! Don't even say you didn't because Eileen told me it was you and Sam the next morning." Cas said.

"You scratched the Impala!"

"That wasn't me, it was Gabriel. I lied and said it was me because he was already on his last warning from when he spilt red wine on the couch." 

"Yeah well, you did break my Captain Kirk mug." 

"No Dean, the asinine way you stacked kitchen items broke your Captain Kirk mug." 

"Yeah well, you...you…" Dean said and something inside Cas just broke. This man, this irritating and stubborn man had been the love of his life, his husband and the man he wanted to spend this rest of his life with. Twelve years hadn’t changed a damn thing. 

"Oh for god sake Dean, shut up." Cas said and even though he knew this was the worst plan in the world, even worse than his non-identical twins switching places, Cas pulled Dean in close, their lips crashing against one another. Oh god, it was like going home after a long trip. Cas knew this, knew it better than breathing. Cas still loved Dean more than anyone else in the history of the universe. 

"Cas this is the dumbest-" Dean tried to say between kisses. Frantic kisses that set Cas’ skin ablaze.

"Just shut up and take off your pants." Cas said before his brain could come up with a million reasons why this was a stupid idea. 

“What?”

“Dean, shut up and take off your pants.” Cas said before crashing their lips together again in a kiss that was more like a battle for dominance than anything else. 

“I can’t take off my pants if you keep kissing me.” Dean said as he pulled away and Cas just groaned because this man drove him so insane but all Cas wanted to do was kiss every inch of his body. "This is the worst idea ever."

"Worse than when you let Jo pierce your lip?" Cas asked. He could still the slight scar on Dean’s bottom lip. 

"That was not as bad as the time you wanted to make your own honey." 

"One bee flew in the house Dean, one."

"Bees don't belong in a house Cas, they belong in a beehive."

"Are you really trying to start an argument when we're about to have sex?" Cas asked. Thankfully Dean shook his head. "Good, now take off your clothes and get on the bed."

-

With The Avengers to mask the sound, Claire and Jack sat in Jack’s room as they called their Uncle Sam. After a few rings, he accepted the video call. Grinning at the pair of them with a warm smile.

"Hey kids...man it's weird seeing you two together. How's it going?" Sam asked. 

"Awesome. We made chilli and got them to sit in the same room." Claire said. 

Well, that's something Eileen signed. So what's the plan? 

Plan?

Yeah, the plan. You two are definitely up to something because Claire's involved. 

Why do you always think I'm up to something? Claire asked. 

Intuition

"Past experience." Sam intoned. "Where’re your dads now?”

“Guest room we think, we heard shouting in there about ten minutes ago.”Jack said. “Something about tribbles.”

“Is he still on about that?” Sam groaned. Just out of view on the screen, Eileen signed something to Sam. He groaned and signed back. 

“Hey! Winchester family rule, no covert signing.” Claire said. Sam looked back at her with a classic Uncle Sam Bitchy Face. “What did you say?”

“Ugh.” Sam said. “Fine, your aunt said that if they’re fighting there’s good chance they’ll end up having sex.”

“Ew! Gross!” Jack and Claire said at the same time. “Those are our dads.” Claire said, wrinkling her nose. 

“Yeah? And how do you think you two were made?”

“With a turkey baster and a very patient surrogate.” Claire shot back. “Wait...if they do...you know...do gross stuff, does that mean they’ll get back together?”

Going from past experience, no. They’ll just fight and make noises that, according to your uncle, only dogs can hear.

“That’s really gross Aunt Eileen.” Jack said. “As far as a plan goes, we don’t really have one. Come on, we’re twelve. We need help and Uncle Gabriel has gone home.”

“Good, his plan would have been awful.” Sam said. “Look kids, I know damn well that Dean still loves Cas and judging from what you’ve told us, Cas probably still loves Dean. Just let them fight it out, turn whatever movie you’re watching way up and see how things are in the morning. I know these two idiots pretty well, you can’t force them into anything.”

“We can’t play the long game here Uncle Sam. Dad’s making us leave in the morning.”

“After waffles.”

“Yeah, after waffles I’ll be shoved in the car and grounded until graduate.” Claire said. The four of them sat in silence for a moment before Eileen’s face lit up. 

Ok I have a plan but if it backfires then you do not get it from me. Claire, do you remember how to disable the battery on the Impala? 

“Yeah, I remember...oh...no car means not having to leave.” Claire said with a grin. “Aunt Eileen, you are a genius and never let anyone tell you otherwise.”

“I want no part in this part of the plan.” Sam said hastily. 

“Too late Uncle Sam, welcome to Team Parent Trap.” Jack said happily.     

#deancas parent trap #deancas fic #destiel fic #castielsbeeslippers #wanderingcas #fic #seriously this is getting longer than i thought it would #i'm probably putting it up on ao3 #deancas #destiel #dean winchester #castiel

[anidealiveson]

Thanksvember Master Post

Day 1 - Like Coming Home - It has a super rare “wholesome plot twist”! Without spoiling anything too huge, I really like that @julesherondalex took the time to talk about how important it is to take care of yourself first. You can’t love someone else properly, the way they deserve, if you don’t have that same love for yourself. I wasn’t expecting the heartbreaking scene, but the beautiful way in which that topic was was approached neither took away from the story or the joy.

Day 2 - Must Love Dogs - An incredibly fluffy (literally) fic that I loved reading. @rosehallshadowsinger did a really great job weaving Azriel and Elain’s canon personalities into this adorable AU scenario. It is obvious @rosehallshadowsinger took care to create believable personalities for two characters that didn’t get POVs in the books.

Day 3 - Striking Matches -  I have to say that I wasn’t at all attracted to an AU fic about firefighters. I was also not a big Rowaelin fan before that, but I was work procrastinating so I gave it a try. Wellll, 30 parts later, I found myself delighted at the writing and sad it was over. I couldn’t believe how well @shyvioletcat cat was able to entirely re-characterize these two into such a different setting, yet still retaining what made them popular in the books. Aelin was perfect in her role as a snarky schoolteacher irritating the stoic firefighter Rowan. And the descriptions of the kids lining up at the firehouse demonstration and Jake’s adorable prodding was icing on the cake.

Day 4 - Close Quarters -  I really loved the way @lady-therion wrote Nesta in this modern AU. I particularly like how she equates Nesta’s sometimes standoffish attitude as a very relatable personality trait. She has trouble reading people and gauging situations. It’s well written and the dialogue is unique for a plot that is common in ff!

Day 5 - Like A Lonely House - It’s got a colossal I love Lucy level misunderstanding mixed in with a lot of tension and angst. This Nesta that is full of sacrifice and duty and fire is how I imagine the Nesta who feels that she has a stake in the Fae world would be like. @featherymalignancy wove such a captivating new world in Macar, that it felt a lot like being introduced to the 8th court in the ACOTAR world.

Day 6 - Death Dance - There are several takes out there that touch on Nesta in the Ilyrian camps, but I love how @thewayshedreamed interpreted Nesta’s skills on the battlefield as a calculated dance. Nesta has always been a raging storm, but I love how @thewayshedreamed took care to show us a Nesta that channeled that storm into discipline. If SJM never intended to release a Nessian focused book, I would have considered this a satisfying end to their story.

Day 7 - One Night Standards - I love the way @sassyhobbits writes Aelin with her typical extremely sassy exterior, but also made sure to saddle her with a vulnerable side that runs deep. I normally don’t care for slow burns, but I like the pace of her relationship with Rowan here, and that they had to work hard at it. I also like the plot lines that involved their PR stunts and how the public grew to love them as well.

Day 8 - Goose Chasing - Its the most absurd plot of any fanfic I’ve read! The title is not figurative. Its really does involve chasing a goose. @rhysismydaddy did a fantastic job encapsulating the spirit of silly Cassian and grumpy Nesta in a situation they’d likely never find themselves in, yet making it entirely believable. 

Day 9 - Manon Chooses The Worst Babysitter Possible - It’s such a casual and fluffy and hilarious read. It was fun to read about a softer and more delicate Manon. Through this absurd mistake, @sarah-bae-maas did an excellent job really humanizing Manon and postulating a fun in-world domestic scenario. 

Day 10 - My Hunger Knows No Bounds -  @perseusannabeth manages to take a simple concept and weave a sweet narrative. I particularly love how @perseusannabeth incorporated her personal details into it and took the time to share her lovely culture with us.

Day 11 - Knowing me, Knowing you - We never got to actually see Aelin rule Terrasen (well we got a tinyyy bit) in the books. Though this was modern day, @nalgenewhore tells a fun story of what that could have been like.

Day 12 -  Forever (is a long time) - @noodlecatposts takes Elide and Lorcan’s completely polar opposite personalities and spins an interesting (and frankly quite adorable) story. All the rules crack me up. My favorite Lorcan is the one that reminds me of Luke Danes from Gilmore Girls. Currently, he is in the middle of grumpily fixing up her flooded room, so I am sure that my favorite parts are yet to come.

Day 13 - Go Your Own Way - I appreciate @tomtenadia for putting to words a scene that I desperately wanted in ACOWAR or even ACOFAS. A lovely parallel to an equally lovely Fleetwood mac song.

Day 14 - In Which She Makes A Friend - It is no surprise that the fandom wants Nesta to find her place in the Illyrian mountains and even bring about some social change with the female warriors. But the way @bookstantrash got there was such a wonderful and endearing journey. Big fan of the callbacks to how Kaelin was treated and the similarities to a certain Illyrian warrior was when he was younger. We got to see a sweet Nesta, who I’d like to think was attempting to make up for some of her regrets through taking care of Kaelin.

Day 15 - The Ranch - As a huge fan of Sweet Home Alabama, its should be no surprise that I loved this fic by @tacmc . I enjoyed the slow change that we saw in a stubborn Nesta as she opened up to this new way of life and reconnected with her sisters and found a home with Cassian.

Day 16 - Felons - Such a unique interpretation of Nesta and Cassian. I really like the self-sacrificing Nesta angle and @rhysismydaddy did a great job weaving intrigue into the unraveling of what we knew to be a her innocence. I never read The Witness, but this really made me want to.

Day 17 - Of Books and Timber - Cassian offers to build a shelf for Nesta. The way @duskandstarlight goes through the entire range of emotions through Nesta is brilliant. She starts out with cold indifference, but by the end, we get from her a sweet and tender gesture of gratitude. Showing that meeting each other halfway with small gestures is all they ever needed.

Day 18 - You Should Sleep In My Bed More Often - I absolutely loved this quick exchange between Nesta and Cassian after she accidentally injures him. I can’t believe how much I laughed out loud when Cassian said “I need you to protect me closer”. @charincharge​ perfectly captured the teasing childish essence of Cassian and Nesta’s hilarious victim-blaming was so on the nose that I might have thought this was taken right out of ACOSAF.

Day 19 - The Right Swipe - I really enjoyed this take on the inner circle mixed with the super modern online dating plot. I especially love that @redisriding created genuinely realistic characters (body issues, social anxiety etc). Great read!

Day 20 - Goldfish Prompt - What a fun read. I love how frantic and much personality Feyre had here. I love how dedicated to her fish she was, and how that made her super endearing. Cute read from @azrielsiphons

Day 21 - The One With The Snowstorm -  What I really like is that Cassian actually says that he is sorry for his part in Nesta’s exile. I am not bitter about it, but it was an interesting turn. They need to meet halfway here and I rarely see it so well written as @joysbell has done here!

Day 22 - Prompt - A lovely and cute and sweet prompt written by @crowsvalentine​! I love the ramp up of suspense just to get to the hilarious payoff. Its adorable and worth the quick read.

Day 23 - Fix It -  is one by @thewayshedreamed​ that I love in its simplicity. It’s a small little argument Cassian and Nesta get into, but its still compelling. It’s sweet and super endearing the way the two of them are written and the subtle way they work through it. Great read!

Day 24 - I Do Bad Things To You - The mob angle may have been done before, but I don’t think with as much care and regard that @tswaney17​ has been giving it. I how the canon personalities of the characters translate so well into this modern AU. Its very obvious that @tswaney17​ has done her research. I especially love all the details around Elain as a surgeon. The story is compelling and well written and every chapter has me wanting more.

Day 25 - Love Her Like She should Be Loved - This is an excellent fic that I really loved. @julemmaes did such a great job translating some of the canon tension from ACOFAS into a modern world. It’s ripe with emotion, drama and quite a bit of heart. I love how earnestly Cassian comes to Nesta’s defense even in the face of going against his entire family. I like the reference to some very real psychological struggles. I think a lot of people can relate to it.

Day 26 - Literally In Love - I really enjoy the subtle mystery that follows this entire journey. I enjoy that @julesherondalex keeps us guessing, while simultaneously weaving a sweet and tender story about two shy teachers and just a slew of mishaps worthy of a Shakespearian drama.

Day 27 - The Shadow Bond - I love Azriel, and this is such a wonderful fic by @radientwings​ focusing on how his shadows might work. His shadows are the one thing that I am most curious about him in the series, so it was lovely to read such a well written interpretation of them.

Day 28 - Exes and Oh’s - Just a shout out to @highqueenofelfhame​ for this lovely story about rekindling past love. I like that even though the plot was uncomplicated, the emotions were not. I love that Aelin didn’t have a perfect reason for what she did, but sometimes that is just how things are. This is a story about taking a second chance, whether it’s deserved or not.

Day 29 - Fever - I really love this fic called Fever. I enjoyed how @lady-therion​ portrayed Nesta. She hit the entire gammut of characteristics (snarky, worried, vulnerable, caring, short-tempered, flirty, you name it!) but it really worked here. I found this nurse Nesta to be endearing and relatable and the dynamic between her and Cassian was very sweet. Just go read the damned thing.

Day 30 - Baby Steps - I really really love this fic. @runesandfaes did such a great job in just so few words to show a really sweet moment between Chaol, Yrene and their daughter learning to walk. I love the parallel back to when Chaol was learning to walk and the cameo of the golden couch. So sweet.

#thanksvember #fanfics #fanfiction

[princessmadafu]

La Markle, off and running

Here she goes again.

I was having a nice few Markle-free days prepping my allotment for autumn and winter, and suddenly I have to break off to comment on that loathsome tick who keeps inserting her unwelcome grubby little self into my happy place.

This is all per the DM, about the "let's talk about me" chat she had at Gloria Steinem.

Let's face it, it wasn't exactly an interview in the journalistic sense of the word, was it? According to my trusty, well-thumbed-and-fingered Chambers dictionary, an interview is "a meeting between a journalist, or radio or TV broadcaster, and a notable person to discuss the latter's views etc..." Notable person in this case being Gloria. A proper interview happens when someone skilled in listening prompts the notable person [GS] to speak out about what the notable person thinks about x-y-z, without inserting into the interview what the not-notable person [MM] thinks about herself.

I've done a lot of interviewing in the course of my career (I was a multi-lingual researcher and translator, by the way, not a journalist) and I pride myself on being able to extract the most information with the fewest personal insertions. The art of interviewing: You listen, you prompt, you keep the notable person on track with carefully honed questions so that the notable person doesn't digress into irrelevancies. And you never ever EVER chat during the interview about what a wonderful not-notable person you are and how well you've trained your husband/child/dogs.

A good interviewer allows the notable person to shine. A good interviewer makes the notable person look good; a good interviewer does to the inside of a person's head what a good make-up artist and hair stylist do to the outside.

Here's a quote from the DM article that MM apparently said:

"As many of us believe, you can only be what you can see. And in the absence of that, how can you aspire to be something greater than what you see in your own world?"

Let's ignore the "As many of us believe" bit for starters, but "You can only be what you can see"... This is pure cheese-string-and-turkey-twizzler-sandwich-dipped-in-Bisto! I feel a Madafu coming on! Trying to keep the lid on her before she breaks out into expletives, but just no!

You can only be what you can see... What the heckers-like does that even mean? Let's think about all the things we can't see. Love, for one thing. You can't see it, but you feel it every time you look at your dad (not that MM would know about that). Music - there's another thing you can't see; imagine a world deprived of Mozart and Beethoven and Fleetwood Mac. Air - I know it exists but have I seen it? I feel it every time I breathe in, and sure as heck I'd notice an absence of it, but nope! Never yet managed to take a selfie of "Me, Madafu and Air in a bikini". I can be lots of things I can't see. Mad has even more imagination than I have - she still thinks she's five and wears fairy costumes when I'm not looking. I can be lots and lots and lots of things I can't see. There is nothing that I cannot aspire to.

There's a quote from Le Petit Prince, that I'd like to bring to MM's attention:

On ne voit bien qu'avec le coeur, l'essential est invisible pour les yeux.

[gretavanfleetposts]

hi! can i get a ship please? my pronouns are they/she and i’m a libra sun, aquarius moon and scorpio rising. i’m on the thicker side and have medium length straight(ish) brown hair with bangs. i am definitely more of an introvert and don’t love big groups of people, but when i’m with people who i’m very close with i can definitely be super chatty and love to have king deep talks with people, rather than more superficial ones. i sing and play ukulele and piano as a hobby, but it’s one of my very favorite things to do. if i’m home alone you can usually find me belting show tunes. some of my go to songs right now are I Don’t Want to Know and You Make Loving Fun by Fleetwood Mac, Feel Good Inc. by Gorillaz, and anything by Phoebe Bridgers. when it comes to a partner, i look for someone kind, someone who can make me laugh and who will stick by me and support me during hard times. also physical touch as a love language certainly wouldn’t hurt. my favorite pieces of clothing are my green and brown cardigans that i wear everywhere and my close toe birkenstock clogs that i love soooo much. i also just got a new dress that is midi length with a pastel green and yellow floral pattern with big bell short sleeves that i just LOVE. it makes me feel like a 70s fairy and i adore it. i plan on wearing it if i am ever lucky enough to see the boys in concert. i have a dog named stevie and she’s the sweetest little girl in the whole world. she’s a pittbull mix who we got from the shelter and i love her more than anything. she’s not specifically names after stevie nicks, but if anyone ever asks i will certainly take the compliment haha. last but not least, my perfect date would be a picnic or a hike, something out in nature where there aren’t very many other people around so i feel more comfortable, where we can just have a long talk about anything and everything. thank you, you guys are awesome!

Hello, my love! I ship you with Josh!

First of all, the boy is stealing your birkenclogs (and probably also your cardigans). This is a fact. He will also be belting out show tunes with you. I can already picture Jake rolling his eyes at the two of you. I think Josh would appreciate that he can connect with you on a deeper level and that the two of you can talk about meaningful things. You'd make each other laugh, make music together, further inspire the other's 70's fashion, go hiking all the time together; I think you have everything this man is looking for. Oh and he will absolutely make you feel loved. You will never be touch starved with Josh around, that's a guarantee.

- ⭐

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#ships #greta van fleet #gvf #anon #anon ships #gvf ships #greta van fleet ships #gretavanfleetpostsships

[shihozaki]

Omg hi, I feel so exposed bc there’s no anon 😭. But oh well. I just stumbled across your account as saw that you did matchups! I was wondering if I could request a match up for BNHA? My name is Hannah (she/her), I’m 21 (almost 22 on the 13th of April 😔) (you can either age the character up or age me down if you match me with someone younger HSHDNKD they’re just fictional so I don’t mind as long as you don’t mind). I’m 5’6, ravenclaw, INFP, aries.

Personality-wise I’m honestly really shy at first but I could hold a lowkey awkward conversation and you’d probably never know that I’m shy BDJKD, but once I’m comfortable with someone I’m a complete crackhead. You’ll never get me to shut up. I think I’m pretty caring, I have a bad habit of not being able to say no though. I really need to stop doing that. My fav color is sage green or light blue! I’m honestly just scared of being alone and not accomplishing my future goal of becoming a writer/editor. Thinking about my future just really terrifies me 😭. I love to listen to music (BTS are my babies pls). I love making myself cry by watching sad k-dramas. I’m really new to anime, so if you have an sad one LMK PLS. I get attached to fictional characters very quickly. Catch me in my room fangirling to the walls bc I’m a loner ✋🏼😩. I also just have a hard time making eye contact with men, but like I do want a man for myself one day😔 just how the heck do I do that???? I’m very insecure about my looks and my body. I’m a little chubby, so someone who would not judge me bc of that would be PERFECT. I have dark brown hair and dark brown eyes (bleh) I wear glasses (I’m so blind :/) idk what else to say about my appearance LOL.

My ideal man 🤩 let me try and not make it obvious over who I simp over gosh. Uhhh I’m not picky about looks, like nothing in particular comes to mind. I’ve had a crush on real/fictional ppl that look very different from each other HDNDKSS. Call me crazy, but I would die for a protective s/o 😩 like yes protect meeeee pls. I can only see myself in a relationship with a man, so he should be male lol. But throw in a female bestie in there if you’d like 😩. As long as he loves me it really doesn’t matter how he acts. I just need me a loyal man who I can talk to comfortably. Someone who will understand my emotions and struggles? Idk. Dates—amusement park, concert, movie theatre. Somewhere where we wouldn’t have to do a lot of talking (dinner dates could be for later on when I’m more comfortable around him LOL)

Quirk o.o hm. I don’t think I’d want a major quirk that could overthrow him. Maybe I could have a quirk that helps people? If I’m matched with a student, then I’d probably be in a lower class. But if you end up aging them up or matching me with a pro hero or something then I’d probably work on the sidelines with helping rescue civilians. A quirk that allows me to see through any smoke or debris (if a building fell and someone was trapped I’d be able to see and locate them quickly) IDK honestly I haven’t thought about it much, but if you can think of anything better, then go for it 😭.

I really love Italian food, and any East Asian food (Chinese, Korean, Japanese) I love it all. Uhhh I have a dog she’s 5 years old and I recently got another puppy, she’s only 2 months old 🥺. I love reading and writing. I mentioned it a little before, but I’d love to become a writer and editor in the future. I still have a long way before I’m completely confident in my writing though :”). I love to dream. I try and think about a specific person to try and dream about them at night (it worked a few times with BTS and Bakugou 😭 I was so happy) Uhhhhhhhhhh, I think that’s all. Thank you so much for doing this! Take your time and I hope you have fun writing these. I really appreciate it! This is honestly how I comfort myself, by inserting myself into these scenarios that people write about my favorite characters, so my heart always leaps whether writers like you offer matchups! So thank you x 9827389292. I hope this was enough info to write something with 😂. OH and for the scenario maybe something like how we first met compared to how it is when we’ve been together for awhile? I suffer with frequent anxiety attacks, so that might play a role in the relationship somewhere? Idk. Just throwing ideas and info to you at this point 😭 thank you again! 💜

I pair you up with Kirishima Eijiro!

Your quirk is “Lucid dreams”, where you can visit people in their dreams! You also have full consciousness in your dreams, so you can practically do anything when you are sleeping!

- You guys first met in middle school, when you had first transferred there. You guys became friends when he volunteered to show you around the school

- You wanted to be a writer/editor and he wanted to be a hero. You guys fully supported each other, and still kept in contact even after departing ways to high school.

- He asked you out eventually, and when you said yes, the Bakusquad came out running to you, congratulating both of you. Turns out Kirishima told his friends all about you and they followed him when he decided to ask you out.

- He drinks respect women juice every single morning- he literally praises the ground you walk on?? He hypes you up whenever you’re feeling insecure, and makes sures that you’re feeling comfortable at all times

- You made him watch a bunch of K-dramas to cry together, and at first he refused to cry (“It’s not manly to cry!”) and then gave up and ended up sobbing with you.

- And he’s SO loyal! Whenever a girl comes up to him, he immediately turns them down, saying that he already has someone. When someone comes up to you, he gets very defensive of you, and shows the guy that you already have someone by PDA.

- He helps you calm down whenever you’re having anxiety attacks, and he actually researched about it when you told him. He!s very patient and helpful

- Adores your dogs (“I don’t know who’s cuter. You, or your dogs!”)

- Don’t tell anyone, but he’s already planning the wedding with Bakugou as his best man ;)

- Overall you guys have a very trusting relationship, where two kind but also crazy souls live in harmony :)

Scenario: When you first met VS Now

“Do you remember when we first met?” You asked randomly. You were watching a K-drama with him, and the flashbacks the lead was getting in the drama made you think past your own memories. “When we first met? Hmm, it was in middle school, right?” Replied Kirishima. You nodded. “We were so awkward back then!” You said as you cringed at the thought of middle school. “You were so shy back then- you would barely say anything to me.” Said Kirishima. “You were scared to make eye contact with me!” You laughed. “I’m shy whenever I meet new people!” Kirishima laughed along with you. “I think we got really close after being partnered for a project.. it was about our future career plans?” Kirishima wondered. “Oh, I remember! You said you wanted to be a hero, and I wanted to be a writer… we were high in hopes but had so many insecurities as a child.” You thought out loud. “We’re still children.” Replied Kirishima. “At least, you act like it.” You shoved him as he smirked. “Yeah, and you were so scared to hold my hand when we first started dating.” Said Kirishima as he hugged you from the back. “Now we do so much other stuff.” You replied. “We could be doing more.” Kirishima whispered into your ear, earning a whack in the head from you. “I miss middle school kirishima...” You joked. “Black haired Kirishima was so cute..” “Hey, hey, I’m still cute. I might even be cuter than your K-pop boys.” Said Kirishima while grinning. You smiled back. “Let’s not go that far.”

Song: Dreams by Fleetwood Mac

I hope you enjoyed it! I’m actually Korean so I love K-dramas! I hope the scenario was somewhat satisfactory. Please tell me how you felt about it, and I hope to see you again soon!

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[sunflowersunshinevol6]

Harry Styles x OC

Warnings: drinking

Summary: Mixtapes. We all love them. We have a different one for a different mood. A different moment in time. For Harry and Summer, they become the soundtrack of one beautiful summer in California and the definition of their relationship. Because the people you love never really leave, they're only a mixtape away.

Part One

Let me start at the beginning. I never would have met him if it wasn't for my roommate Halley.

We lived in Monte Nido, about three miles from Malibu. I had just graduated from Berkley and was looking to become a freelance photographer. Halley did the temp thing, it paid the bills and we could still have fun.

I woke up to 'Love Will Tear Us Apart' blasting from the boombox in the living room. Halley had just broken up with her boyfriend and I knew she was hurting, but I despised the song. It was overplayed in my opinion.

"Hey," she whined when I walked out of my room and over to the boombox, shutting the music off. She was in the kitchen, baggy misfits shirt hanging off her slim frame, black hair tousled and looking like she hadn't brushed it in weeks. I rolled my eyes, walking over to her and catching the plate she slid across to me. A bagel with cream cheese and a cup of coffee. The perfect morning.

"I'm tired of you moping babe. We gotta get you out of the house." She grumbled, playing with the ends of her hair.

"Maybe I should call him," she started towards the phone hung on the wall. I ran, beating her to it and slamming my hand over it. "Summer!" She said slightly annoyed.

"No. Not doing that." I grabbed her hands, tugging her back towards the kitchen. "Know what we need?"

"What?"

"A night out." I said, bumping foreheads with her. "When's the last time we went to a show together?" She shook her head, shrugging her shoulders. "Exactly. There's a new band supposed to be playing downtown at The Dome tonight. We should check it out." Halley chewed on her bottom lip for a second before nodding, giving in.

"I could use a girls night." I grinned, high fiving her.

I've always communicated best through music. There's something about a song that can just get what I'm feeling across in a way that words can't. My mom used to say I was born with music in my soul. We used to dance around the kitchen, Fleetwood Mac's Rumors on vinyl, blasting as we croaned, singing of heartbreak and hope. It was deep. It always has been.

Halley went to work, another gig at a vet's office and I grabbed my roller blades and headed outside, Walkman in my pocket, Dinosaur Jr's 'You're living all over me' blasting in my ears. I took off towards town, heading to the record store.

Big and Easy Cassettes and Vinyls had been around since the late seventies. It was my place, and my mom's. Even when she got sick I would drive her over and we would pick an album, just one new one to listen to on the way home. We'd come across a song that was too good plenty of times and would go around the block to finish it. The place was my home away from home.

The Psychadelic Furs 'Pretty in Pink' played over the speakers when I walked in. A couple people lounged around.

"Hey! Summer! What's happenin'?" Willy, the owner, waved at me from behind the register. He'd been a hippie back in the day, even lived at the Haight. He wore small circle rimmed glasses that were tinted and his afro was always a mess. He grinned at me as I made my way over to him.

"Hey man! Got anything new?" He nodded, pulling a box out from under the counter, the label on ot reading 'New Shit'. I opened it eagerly, looking through the tapes.

"How's Halley doing?" He asked.

"She could be better. We're going to a show tonight at The Dome." Willy nodded.

"Yeah? My buddy Mitch plays in the band. His girlfriend Sarah is drums."

"Really?"

"Yup. Could make a call. Get you guys backstage." I couldn't contain my grin.

"Thanks man." I grabbed a couple tapes, holding them out for him to charge me. He shook his head.

"On the house. This time."

"Thanks Willy."

"No problem. Tell Halley I said to have a good time. I'll call my buddy, let him know you're coming through."

Halley and I have always had a preshow ritual, but since she was working when I got home I started without her.

I put on my new cassette, The Cure 'Disentigration' and hummed along as I started making drinks. I was halfway through my third margarita when she came in the door.

"Hey!" She shouted. I laughed when she began dancing towards me and I handed her her drink.

"Willy knows someone in the band. He's gonna get us backstage."

"Are you kidding? That's fucking great!" Halley screeched jumping up and down. We danced around the living room drinking and singing the wrong lyrics. It's always good to hype up before you go out. Remember that.

We started getting ready around eight thirty, both of us slightly buzzed. I grabbed my favorite t shirt. An oversized Clockwork Orange shirt that was black and had the logo on the front in orange, a red plaid long sleeve and torn up Jean's with my mom's old converse. I'm not one for makeup much but I put brown eyeshadow on to make eyes look a bit sunk in, mascara and dark red lipstick. I let my black hair fall down over my shoulders and put on my favorite sunnies.

Halley was a bit more punk than I was. She wore a black mini skirt, ripped see through black mesh shirt with a black tank top over it. Her favorite dog collar around her neck and heavy eyeliner and lipstick, her favorite Doc Martens laced up her ankles, ripped stocking covering her legs.

"You look hot." I acknowledged, winking at her teasingly.

"Tell me something I don't know." She laughed.

"Show starts at ten. You wanna walk?"

"I'm up for that."

The Dome was the local bar. It was only about a mile away and we hoped the walk would sober us up as we went. We talked and laughed, excited at the prospect of hearing new music. Music had been the thing that brought us together in the first place. Our mutual love for Depeche Mode and Peter Murphy. It always seemed to me that music was the only thing that brought people into my life and kept them there.

We got there early enough to see people coming into the bar. We weren't sure if they were there for the band or for drinks. We didn't really care. We were young and looking for fun.

"I hope they're hot." Halley said as we took our seats at the bar. I laughed, rolling my eyes at her.

"The one named Mitch is taken. He's dating the drummer so you better hope you don't fall for him." She snickered at me.

"Hi ladies, what can I get you?"

"Two Jack in Coke on ice?" She looked at me and I nodded my approval. The bartender nodded, heading back to make our drinks. That's when I saw Willy's unmistakable afro making his way through the crowd and towards us.

"Hey ladies! Lovely to see ya." He kissed Halley on the cheek and then me before leaning against the bar beside us.

"Heard you can get us backstage tonight." Halley said, wiggling her eyebrows. Willy nodded.

"Sure can. Already told Mitch I was coming. Just gonna bring you girls back with me." I opened my mouth to say something else but the feedback from the stage caught my attention just as the bartender came up with my drink. I took a sip, watching as the lights dimmed and everyone's attention turned to the stage.

The band filed out. Three girls and three boys heading towards the stage. The guitarist had shaggy black hair and a full beard, dressed in bell bottoms and a baggy white tee. But it was the singer who caught my eye.

He wore beige slacks and a black button down tucked in, the first few buttons unbuttoned, a couple of tattoos poking out on his chest. His brown hair curled slightly but was slicked back and the rings on his hands glinted as he grabbed the mic stand. He was outrageously handsome.

"Oh my." Halley whispered. Oh my was right.

"Ello." My heart dropped into my stomach when he spoke, a thick english accent greeting my ears. "My mama's Harry. This is Mitch, Sarah, Ny Oh, Adam and Charlotte. We don't have a band name yet, maybe one day. But we hope you enjoy." Everyone laughed at his comment. "This song is called 'Ever Since New York.'"

I closed my eyes, breathing deeply as the song began. It was beautiful. My mom would have liked it.

"Tell me somethin'" his voice was sweet, carried along the melody that the band played. I opened my eyes, watching as he swayed to the beat of the music. Everyone was quiet, enraptured by this young man's voice.

"Wow." I heard Halley say behind me, I couldn't have agreed more. It wasn't dancey, not in the way that you could get up and shake your ass. No, it was the kind of song you listened to at home in the evening, with your lover perched on the counter while you stand between their legs, dinner cooking on the stove. It was comforting. It was....home.

When the song came to a close I was breathless, a weight placed on my chest, I couldn't take my eyes off of him.

A few songs in and he began a heavier song, one that we could dance to. He called it 'Kiwi'. Halley and I got up, dancing with Willy and laughing as he screamed into the microphone. I felt free, laughing with my friends and feeling like we were the only ones in the world.

I looked up at the stage after I flipped my hair to see him, Harry, eyes locked in on me. I held his gaze for a moment, blushing when he smiled at me before breaking eye contact. I smiled, turning back to my friends and feeling the music once more.

"Thank you all for a lovely evening." He said when the show was over. Willy gently took me and Halley by the arm.

"We can head back now guys."

The backstage area was small. Not a whole lot of room, but enough for the small indie bands that usually played. Halley and I stood to the side as Willy walked up to Mitch, shaking hands with him.

"These are my friends. This is Summer and Halley." We smiled, shaking Mitch's hand. He introduced us to the rest of the band but the singer, Harry, wasn't there.

"He's in the loo." Sarah said, a kind smile on her face. Halley started a conversation with Adam while I spoke with Sarah and Mitch. They were so sweet and kind.

"Hey, who's your friends?" I felt my stomach churn. Harry walked back in the room, a bottle of water in his hand as he eyed me and Halley.

"Friends of Willy. You've met him before." Harry shook Willy's hand before turning to me.

"I'm Harry." He held out his hand.

"Summer." I said. He smiled.

"I like that. 'S pretty." He held my hand for a moment too long, eyes locked on mine once more. Halley interrupted us.

"Hey, you guys got a place to stay?" Mitch shook his head.

"Nah. We were gonna crash in the car." I looked at Halley with wide eyes. I knew where she was going with this, she seemed so cozy with Adam already.

"No. No. You guys can stay with us. Crash on the couch or the floor. We're cool with it. Right Summer." I blinked, inside I was furious. I hated being put on the spot like that.

"Yeah." I said dryly. "Sure."

"Cool. We'll pack everything up then." Halley grinned.

"It's kinda small but there's room for everybody." Halley said as she opened the door to our apartment. I cringed inwardly. We hadn't even cleaned up, but the band didn't seem to mind. Everyone sat down in the living room while Halley and I went to grab extra blankets.

"You know I hate when you spring shit like this on me." I glared as she handed me a blanket and pillow.

"Oh shut up. Adam's cute and hey, I saw you and Harry having a moment."

"We were not...he was just greeting me." I said flustered. She rolled her eyes.

"Whatever, they're our guests. Be hospitable."

We all sat around for a while, drinking and talking. Slowly everyone began to fall asleep, Harry and I being the only ones left awake.

We talked for what felt like hours. He told me about his parents, their divorce and his mom and step dad. His sister. How he knew he wanted to be a musician from a young age and when he met Mitch it felt like a sign from the universe. I listened intently, enthralled with the man before me.

"Tell me more about England. I've always wanted to go there." I was on my belly, propped up on my elbows while he sat on the couch. We'd been engrossed in our own conversation for so long that we hadn't realized everyone else fell asleep.

"Where I'm from is quite picturesque. It's a beautiful little town. Maybe one day, if you ever go to England you can come by."

"Maybe." I laughed. "If my photography ever takes me there."

"You have to have faith in yourself love. You'll do it." I was glad he couldn't see me blush in the dark. "I'm glad you came to the show." He said after a moment of silence between us.

"Me too." He shifted, laying back on the couch.

"This is probably weird. But I was wondering....would you like a cuddle? I hate sleeping alone." I was taken aback. But he seemed serious, green eyes looking at me curiously. I couldn't say no. How could I?

"Sure." I said, climbing up on the couch. I laid my head on his chest, slotting my body against his, he wrapped his arms around me, lifting his leg slightly to keep me up on the couch. I felt him nuzzle my head, he was smelling my hair.

"I like this...you smell nice." I didn't reply, only smiled, burying my face in his chest as we drifted off to sleep.

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[thesevenwondersofawitch]

SPOILERS FOR CAOS PART 4

Chapter Thirty-Two: The Imp of the Perverse, episode reaction.

It makes me so happy seeing how much Sabrina's family has grown now as she's reciting her speech.

Oh, look! It's Vinnie T!

Zelda is not impressed.

Zelda is right talking about how Sabrina needs to focus on helping fight the Eldritch Terror, and also distracting Roz.

Harvey, don't be a jackass, Roz didn't know she was a witch, and it's hard enough for her to deal with this news.

You should be sorry.

Annnnnnd now they're kissing.

VOTE.

Bros for brotherhood. 🧐

Kinda rude of her to deface it.

Roz and Harvey are fighting, *cue I Don't Want To Know by fleetwood mac*

Subtle, Blackwood, subtle.

Prudence you really should have told someone where you plan to go because if it goes bad you're in trouble.

OH S***.

It went bad.

There's a painting of him as emperor. 😂

We get to see Judith and Judas not acting kinda crazy!

Praise Blackwood. 😳

Samantha. XD

The pledge of allegiance. 😭😂

Again with the ascension *rolls eyes* (seriously, I thought we were done with all that after Riverdale).

No robin, no!

NO, THEO!

Really, Faustus, a pet witch? Why am I not surprised.

NONE OF THE SPELLMAN'S REMEMBER HER!

I love Zelda's outfit.

Public Enemy Number One.

Ouch, that had to hurt.

Yay! She remembers!

Zelda is getting to come face to face with Faustus, this'll be interesting.

Baby? What's a baby? There are none of those here, I assure you!

Fatherland. 😭😂

Zelda.😭

Sabrina should turn into a mouse, then she won't get caught.

Harvey is creeping me out.

He is pissing me off.

It's cute that he lost his virginity to her until I remembered that it was in the tent at the carnival.

MADAM SPELLMAN!

VINEGAR TOM!

FINALLY WE HAVE ANSWERS

Her soulmate 💔

Awwwww😭

She misses him so much!!!!!

I'M SOBBING!

Ambrose remembers!

Poor trinket man, a madman stole one of his trinkets.

ROBIN!

Dr. Cee's looks so different.

HILDA!

THE RESISTANCE!

LILITH AND HER BABY!

Agatha! I want to trust her, but I worry.

Stone soup, sounds delicious. 🙂

Hilda learning she is Sabrina's Aunt is great. 😂

Poor Roz.

Faustus and his dog.😁

Shit, he knows.

SABRINA!

Really Faustus?

HA! THE WITCHES ARE WOKE!

Anubis is adorable.

WEIRD SISTERS!

AGATHA IS A FREE ELF- I MEAN WITCH!

Nick, stop flirting!

Robin is me, did Sabrina seriously have to sass him when he had to figure out the safe? Rude.

ANUBIS IS THE IMP!

Faustus got bested by teenagers and I love it.

And now everything is normal.

I love Roz's dress.

Yes, you were an ass, Harvey.

THAT'S MORE LIKE IT HARVEY!

WE ARE TEENAGE WITCHES!

YES!

Prudence cut off Faustus's head and Zelda is a ™proud mom

Aw, Agatha is still crazy.

Nick, now you're wanting to get back with Sabrina?

I'm starting to get sick of character referring to themselves and other characters as endgame.

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