#we’re looking at the future!!! just 16 years old

[httpiastri]

today is the best day ever. what did i just watch. ????????

#we’re looking at the future!!! just 16 years old #‘wow drs is powerful’ says the guy who just had his first race ever with drs 😭😭 he’s so cute wth #such a good race also #and to have arvid in the top <333 #half swede pride #f3 #formula 3 #formula three #arvid lindblad #bahrain 2024 #red bull juniors

[randonwilmonfan]

I'd love to talk more about the locker room scene in S2 E2 of Young Royals, where Wilhelm tries to convince Simon to get back together with him, in the process (sadly) demonstrating that he believes his mother's feeble offer to "talk" about him possibly coming out when he's 18. This takes place after his almost-removal from Hillerska.

Plenty of people have already pointed out how Henry snitched on Wille and Felice’s kiss, but apparently didn’t choose to tell anyone (as far as we’re aware) about Wilhelm almost pleading with Simon to get back together with him during that post-almost-dragged-out-of-Hillerska conversation. And that's definitely an interesting thing to chew on. But there's more...

Here are a few other things that stand out to me too:

First -

I think it’s worth pointing out the obvious — Wilhelm clearly sees Simon in his future long-term (possibly for the rest of his life). The way he casually says to Simon “So, we’d only have to keep it a secret for 2 years” implies three things very clearly.

a) He immediately and easily sees himself together with Simon in 2 years and beyond. Actually, specifically, definitely beyond. Because his eye is on the prize: coming out and living openly with Simon *after* he turns 18 — implying his focus is entirely on the intended afterwards period. He doesn’t even blink at that idea; it’s obvious to him.

b) He also really doesn’t seem to think 2 years is a big deal. For a teenager who’s only lived 16 years on this planet (only approximately ~11-ish of them in a state where they’re forming conscious memories) to think 2 years is just a drop in the bucket is kind of wild. Even 6 months feels like forever to a kid. So Wilhelm — a child — viewing time from this perspective suggests he’s likely balancing 2 years out against a much longer expanse of time; hence why those 24 months would look so minuscule and shrug-worthy by comparison. In other words: he sees himself with Simon in the LONG long term. Two years is nothing if you’re imagining growing old with someone and spending the rest of your many decades on this Earth with them. (All of this is pretty much confirmed later on in S2, when Wilhelm offers to abdicate the throne for Simon.)

c) He also doesn’t seem to think Simon should be appalled by the idea of waiting for 2 years. Yes, sure, we can chalk part of that up to selfishness and lack of mentalization / empathy for Simon’s point of view. But I’m going to suggest it’s more than that. My takeaway is that he assumes Simon also sees them as endgame, and so naturally wouldn’t be bothered by waiting a bit longer in order to spend forever together. (Sadly the conversation does not play out that way for him; ouch. Though no shade to Simon: what he said in response was realistic and fair.)

Second -

I think we have to rewatch his interactions with Simon as Henry slams a door and slowly walks past them with a raised eyebrow. Because, in S1, that Wilhelm would have immediately jumped away from Simon to create distance and try to pretend there’s plausible deniability about what their relationship has been and could be again. That’s (one) part of the whole point of S1: Wilhelm is not ready to be brave enough to face a homophobic aristocratic world and take a bold stance to stand by Simon.

Instead, in S2 E2, he sits still. He stays right next to Simon. In fact, he *leaves his hand resting directly on Simon’s thigh.* And he knows someone is coming their way! He heard the door slam inside the locker room. Obviously he knows someone else is here. But he doesn’t jump. He actually doesn’t really stir much at all.

He sits there like it’s of no importance, and he doesn’t care who sees. Or, even, who overheard this very intimate, vulnerable, and pleading conversation. A conversation in which the future King of their country is almost on the verge of begging his ex to please be his again… not just for now, but for multiple years’ time. I mean we’re like 2 steps away from Wille practically offering Simon a “promise ring” (not sure if that concept holds up in Europe, but it’s basically a very pre-engagement type thing in the US; it’s not common though). (Their convo also makes it very clear Simon was the one who dumped him and that he’s having trouble accepting that and moving on.)

Yet he doesn’t seem perturbed or disturbed by Henry’s presence and overhearing and seeing them. He doesn’t seem embarrassed at all. He’s not ashamed of his love for Simon. Even more specifically, he’s not afraid of people (Henry) seeing him put his heart out on the line, and of them knowing that he wants Simon back - not for just a hook-up, but for a very long-term, serious, committed relationship. And he doesn’t make any moves to emotionally or physically distance himself from Simon, despite Henry’s clear witnessing of this private moment.

This is a subtle way to show that, even though Wille hasn't yet gone through his full S2 journey of self-awareness and self-growth, he has still already begun changing and growing after the end of S1. So he’s at least started to learn some of his lessons about what he needs to do differently.

Anyhoo, the whole point I’m trying to make is… gosh there were so many fascinating things happening in that scene. And they rush right past us in the blink of an eye! But there is so much meaning built into every small interaction and non-interaction there, and into every nonchalant assumption the characters casually voice.

I’m sure there’s more meaning and are more details I missed, too! What did you think? I’d love to learn more from others’ perspectives, too. :)

#young royals #young royals season 2 #yr analysis #young royals analysis #locker room scene #but not the one where they're truly overtly fighting yet #this is the “how can you not care?” scene

[meryldian]

omg love your writing its so GOOD

do you think you could do some more headcanons about growing up with devilsh

np if you cant have a good day or night ❤

★ Growing up with Devilish & Being Tokio Hotel’s 5th member ★ pt.2

AN: I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE !!

I decided to merge the requests because they overlap with one another and simply work. I hope this satisfies you !! I’m writing this as a part 2 to my first « Growing up with Devilish/Tokio Hotel » post since it just works!

Warning! Underage drinking and Smoking,sexual themes touched non explicitly, that’s about it. Friendly reminder it’s Tokio Hotel we’re talking about

≛ This is set in 2003 til 2005 right before the release of ddm as it deserves it’s own post.

~ Enjoy your read ~ (not proof read I’m sorry I had to get smth out of the drafts)

Bill was so excited to land that Starsearch audition, he came running to your house once he got the confirmation.

It’s 8pm on a school day and there’s a frantic Bill knocking at your door.

Or window, if it happens to be on the first floor.

I love the idea of your room being on the first floor, that way the boys can sneak in for silly night-ins discussing about the future of your band or watching some disney movies on your VHS player.

Or sometimes you’d sneak in beer, weed, all that good stuff that 12/13 year olds should not be doing but you did it anyway.

Your bedroom was a hideout and safe place, especially for Bill who found so much comfort in you.

The days following to Bill’s audition were spent practising his singing and putting up a killer outfit that would shock everyone.

Not many people had faith in him, but I’m sure you were certain he’d make it.

So when a letter got home after a few weeks saying that he was amongst the best 16 in the country, you sticked out your tongue and middle finger up to the other 3 boys. “I told you so”

When it came the time to interview the band for Bill’s section of the show, you guys knew you’d have to be your best.

Bill helped out picking your outfits for sure. You needed to look cool for the camera. Maybe this would be a breakthrough moment?

You even got to do Georg’s hair, much to his annoyance.

It felt glorious, there was a television team in Loitsche and it was just for you guys. You were the kings of the town for a few hours.

Charlotte, the twins’s mom allows you to come with her to the show. You were so excited to see Bill onstage! (The fandom knew Mami Kaulitz as Simone but she legally deleted that name and only kept Charlotte) (from now on I’ll only refer to her as Mami Kaulitz though)

Once Bill came on stage you knew he was meant to be there, and you dreamed for your band to be able to shine like this by his side.

You were clapping and singing along so happily, the crowd loved him.

The same can’t be said about one particular judge.

When Bill lost he came running into your arms. Poor boy was destroyed. You only had a couple minutes to gather his things and leave so while his grandma comforted him you helped out Mami Kaulitz at getting everything together.

Standing awkwardly by a crying Bill, his grandma and a bunch of strangers while waiting for his mom to finish talking to the host is definitely not your best memory.

Needless to say the ride back home was silent.

Everyone was so proud of Bill nonetheless.

In the following weeks you guys mostly practiced your melodies with the band and tried out new riffs. Bill was quite depressed and refused to get out of his house.

Not even a new outfit, new song or a cool Barbie doll could convince him to get out.

You would physically have to get in and drag him out of bed by his ankles.

Once you yanked him too hard and he fell right on his butt, knocking his head while at it. Tom was wheezing in the back while you tried to help Bill up, avoiding to burst at his misery.

Bill has always been arrogant, so the loss on Starsearch was a big bruise to his ego. You would have to help him rebuild his self-esteem.

Dressing him up prettily and doing his makeup.

Bill would imitate your makeup techniques, he finds you fascinating.

This is how his iconic black eyeshadow look was born.

Overtime it all got better and you guys went back to the routine.

In a way, you’re the glue that sticks everyone together in the band. For sure you’d be a pillar the boys rely on.

Whenever things don’t seem to go the right way you tend to climb on the rooftop and just talk the night away with Georg. You two can have the longest and brightest (sometimes not so) conversations man has known.

Back to the “storyline” Starsearch was not useless in the slightest. Bill’s voice, the band’s rogue look in the interview and the angelic beauty of one of it’s members caught a talent scout’s attention.

Sometime between 2002 and 3 you guys had recorded your Devilish demo, that along with Bill’s appearance in the show had gained you some newfound popularity in town.

Things were still hard but, at least they knew those five losers had talent.

It was a hard and exhausting process til you guys finally signed with Universal. But! Before you could record an album, you all needed some proper training. So during the summer holidays you were accommodated into an apartment with everything you may need.

Now imagine an apartment with 5 young teens living by themselves.

Gustav was in charge of the cooking because if anyone else touched the kitchen you would burn the place down.

Tom has managed to burn water. Do not trust him.

We all know Gustav is a total chef now, but back then let’s be honest.. he could make instant ramen noodles and sandwiches. So most of the time you guys settled on ordering junk.

You guys had sleeping arrangements but it never stopped you from all ending in one room playing video games til the late hours of the night or drinking til you passed out.

Nowadays you guys sometimes cringe at everything you were doing at such a young age.

Parties were strictly forbidden in the apartment so you would all sneak to the nearest park to raise hell. There were no parents to run after you and barely any surveillance around. You guys were free.

You once got so wasted that on the way back home Georg crashed somebody’s window. You still wonder how you never got caught.

There were nights that the place would get so cold that you all ended up as a pile when it came time to sleep.

You didn’t stay like that all night though. You’d wake up coddled against Tom’s leg on the floor as he took up the entire couch. Georg was sprawled on the bed, Gustav rested on an armchair somewhere and Bill made himself a blanket cocoon.

Bill and you still have a very special friendship, so some nights you would both get into the blanket cocoon in the living room and watch some vhs tapes of Nena, Queen and Bowie’s concerts.

Oh and Titanic, for sure. Bill loves the film.

He confessed to you that he was crushing on both Rose and Jack (Bill actually said this)

If you happen to also be in the lgbtq community, you’re in for a queer ride when watching films with Bill.

ESPECIALLY, Labyrinth.

You washed Georg’s hair in the sink once. You never talk about it.

The five of you are oddly comfortable around one another so there was no shame in that.

Nor in walking around barely dressed, making the grossest jokes and acts and being complete degenerates.

The fact Bill mentioned in his book that they’d collectively jack off still haunts me to this day.

You just let them be.

Or join if you’re drunk enough, you be you bestie.

You’re not excluded from the after hour porn binge watching though, that’s like watching the news for you bunch of hormonal brats.

Anything totally inappropriate for your age aside, the five of you have such a beautiful bond. It’s amazing to watch you go.

Of course the twins are a step ahead, but it doesn’t change the fact that as a band and as friends you’re so connected to one another.

You can have more than one soulmate, and the five of you are linked together for sure.

Ok i’m being cheesy.

I’m sorry but Tom was the type to ask you to make out to “practice”

He likes to snatch your bras (if you wear them) and mock you while holding it against his chest.

“Georg next time you take a big shit open the windows and spray there’s a lady living in here” “Look I’m y/n and i’m the best musician in this band” “Pull up your pants you looser”

In return, you have hit him with a bra. How is you weaponize it? I have no idea but you certainly did.

Gustav and you were always the ones to do groceries because if you let the other ones do it, they would come back with anything BUT groceries.

A new turtle for georg, king sized box of condoms, cigarettes, a kiss the cook apron, supposedly haunted doll they found in the trash and a pack of hot wheels toys.

Gustav might be the dad yet it doesn’t take his chaos away from him. He chased you guys around the apartment with a water gun screaming like a madman.

He drums on bowls while cooking it’s cute.

You genuinely had the time of your lives.

But you can’t forget that you were located there for a reason.

Writing music.

Turning this into a series! I’m honestly way too into this idea not to cover the band’s evolution in it’s entirety. The inclusion of this fifth member is genuinely very fun to write and brainstorm about! I’ll mostly write them as the rhythm guitarist as it’s logically the easiest position to sneak into the band. As well as I must say that I am definitely more comfortable writing afab readers but no worries I can and certainly will do male reader <3

See you ~

- Meryl <3

#tokio hotel #tom kaulitz #bill kaulitz #georg listing #gustav schäfer #tokio hotel imagine #tokio hotel x reader #bill kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz x reader #georg listing x reader #gustav schafer x reader #gustav schaefer #x reader #alien #tokita #tokio hotel imagines #tokio hotel alien

[pittieandpoodle]

i haven’t been in poodles long (less than a year) but i’m already noticing a really uncomfortable pattern of VERY young dogs getting championships/grand championships, including my own dog. shrike was a UCH at 9/10 months old. he’ll be a GRCH by 14 months. he’s not even done growing, how is he a good representation of the breed’s structure and movement? i just saw a 7 month old UCH. 7. months. that’s insane. that dog will probably look very different when they’re fully mature, in 2 years.

and apparently, poodles are in their “prime” showing window BEFORE THEYRE A YEAR OLD. the most competitive ages for standard poodles is 9-12 MONTHS. is that not ridiculous? that’s like taking a 13 year old human and saying “this is the pinnacle of human body structure. the ideal.”

if the entire point of conformation shows is to demonstrate breeding stock, why are we constantly rewarding very young dogs, who should not be bred yet, with accolades that mark them as good breeding stock? what if that 7 month old UCH bitch grows up to have undesired structural qualities? what if that 16 month old GRCH dog develops concerning temperament or health concerns when he’s 3? what then? in a culture that relies heavily on conformation titles and accolades, it’s more than a little concerning.

i know i’m just one person, a person very new to showing dogs, let alone poodles, but it’s so strange to me that we’re expecting so much of these young dogs, and we’re being rewarded for that. why are these young dogs winning over mature ones? are the mature ones out of standard? does the standard only reward young dogs?

i’m worried that the solution is to only show mature dogs, or at least dogs over a year, which is something that most poodle people would scoff at. it’s a very competitive breed, and the pressure to finish your dog before they’re even a fully grown adult is insane. i should not be worrying about putting a Grand fucking Championship on a dog who isn’t even two years old.

i don’t know. it worries me so much. ideally all future show poodles i own won’t be shown in adult classes until they’re, you know, adults, but i know that i’ll be pressured by the entire community to jump in as soon as possible. and it freaks me out.

#just some thoughts #dogblr #show dogs #conformation #standard poodles #i daydream about putting hard age restrictions on certain classes #like you can’t get a CH until your dog is 2 years old #unlikely to ever happen but #a girl can dream

[matttgirlies]

Matt & Me🎀

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a story heavily based on Priscilla Presley’s Book “Elvis & Me” based in the 1950’s - 1970’s.

fem! reader x singer! matt

disclaimer!! - in no way am i saying matt would ever support or do these kind of things, for the sake of the book certain unethical things do happen at times.

warnings - drug use,, sexual refrences

y/nn = your nickname for anyone confused🩷

Chapter 7

The day before I was to leave for Germany, Matt took me aside and said, “Baby, as much as I hate to say it, we’re gonna have to face it. Our time is up.” I broke down and hung onto him tightly, burying my head in his chest.

“I’m not leaving,” I said, sobbing. “I’m not leaving you. I’ll call my parents and say I missed the plane.”

“C’mon, Baby. You think they’re gonna fall for that?”

“Then I’ll tell them the truth: that I love you and that I won’t come back.”

“Hey, hey.” He was trying to calm me. “You’re just gonna make it worse for the next time. I’ve been thinkin’, I always wanted you to see Graceland. But right now, I’ve got some business to take care of in Boston for a few weeks, and then I’ve gotta do another film. So if you go back and do well in school and behave yourself, maybe your parents will let you spend Christmas at Graceland with me and my family.”

I loved the idea, but Christmas was six months away. Anything could happen between now and then.

That night in bed Matt held me very close for a long time. I felt that he was doing more than just comforting me. He was telling me how deeply he cared.

And more than that: His deep belief in consummating our love affair only in marriage gave me hope for the future.

Later, our lovemaking had more feeling and intensity than ever before. Matt wasn’t going to let me go home without my taking a little of him with me. He didn’t enter me; he didn’t have to. He fulfilled my every desire.

“I want you back the way you are now,” he whispered just before dawn. “And remember, I’ll always know.”

I smiled and nodded. I couldn’t conceive of wanting anyone but him.

Matt didn’t walk me into the airport. We kissed goodbye in the limousine. It was a tender but excruciatingly brief moment. I didn’t think the pain could have been greater even if he told me I’d never return.

I walked onto the plane like a robot. I was in a daze that lasted throughout the eleven hour flight. I talked to no one and didn’t care who saw the tears constantly streaming down my face. My world had come to an abrupt end. Finally I closed my eyes and in my mind I relived every moment of my visit. Suddenly the stewardess was telling us to fasten our seat belts for the landing. The thought of freshening up before we arrived never occurred to me. I just sat in a daze, waiting for the plane to taxi to a stop. Then I listlessly gathered up my things and made my way out.

When I first saw my parents, my mother was crying with joy at seeing me and my father was wearing a big welcome-home smile. But as I came nearer, their expressions changed from delight to absolute horror. My father turned away angrily. For a moment my mother just stared. Then she reached into her purse, pulled out a mirror, and thrust it at me.

“Look at yourself! How could you walk off the plane like that?”

I glanced at myself in the mirror and immediately understood their response. Two weeks before, I had left them, a fresh-faced sixteen-year-old, wearing a suitable white cotton suit and innocent of anything but a touch of mascara. Now, not only was I wearing the heavy makeup that Matt liked, but my tears had smeared it all over my face. I hadn’t bothered to lift a comb to my hair, which was unkept and tangled. My parents were shocked and disappointed.

Too embarrassed to look at them, I put my hand to my face and nonchalantly tried to wipe off the residue of black mascara and liner. Then I said, ‘I’d like to go to the ladies’ room.”

“You’re going straight home,” my father snapped. “If you left it on this long, you might as well keep it on another hour.” He hardly said another word to me until we got home and I washed my face.

Christmas in the family was always a major production, but Christmas 1962 was one time I wasn’t concerned about presents. I was bound for the place that I had often dreamed about but never let myself believe that I would actually see—Graceland.

Getting there hadn’t been easy. The plotting and scheming had started one morning at 2:10 a.m., when I had sleepily answered the phone to hear Matt’s voice. He seemed in great spirits. Laughing and joking, he told me that RCA had sent him some horrible demo records for his next movie. “I’m listening to ’em, Baby, and I can’t believe what I’m hearing. I have to laugh because if I don’t, I’ll start cryin’.”

I chuckled sympathetically, but I could hear the sadness in his voice. Then he said softly, “Little Girl, I want you here for Christmas. I don’t care how you arrange it or what you have to tell your parents. I’ll go along with anything you say, as long as you get here.”

I was shaking as I hung up the phone. I couldn’t imagine my parents allowing me to leave again—especially at Christmas—but there was no way I was going to let him down.

After a few days of silently avoiding the subject, I casually brought up Matt’s request to my mother.

“Absolutely not,” she declared. “It’s out of the question. Christmas is for the family. That’s the way it’s always been and it’s not going to change—not even for Matt Sturniolo.”

I wouldn’t give up. My poor mother was torn between making a dream come true for her daughter and doing what was right as a parent.

“When will this end?” she murmured with an anguished expression. Finally she agreed to speak to my father.

That was the breakthrough.

Again the pleas. Again the promises.

One month later, I was on a flight bound for the United States. Matt had asked James and Angela to meet me at La Guardia Airport in New York and escort me to Boston because he didn’t want me to travel alone.

By the time we reached Boston, I was both exhausted and exhilarated. We went to James’s home on Hamilton Drive, a short distance from Graceland. Matt had left explicit instructions that only he could drive me through the gates of Graceland.

A few minutes after we arrived, he called. His father handed me the phone. Before I could say two words, Matt blurted he was on his way. Minutes later the door flew open and I was in his arms.

Graceland was everything Matt had said it would be. The front lawn was adorned with a nativity scene and the white columns of the mansion were ablaze with holiday lights. It was one of the most beautiful sights I’d ever laid eyes on.

Inside the mansion a crowd of Matt’s friends and relatives all stood waiting to greet me. I felt relaxed and comfortable as he introduced me to everyone, because I had already met several of his friends when I was in Los Angeles.

Then Matt said, “y/nn, there’s someone special who’s waiting for you.” With a smile, he led me up the stairs and opened the door to his grandmother’s room.

“Dodger,” he called out. “Look who’s here. It’s little y/nn. She’s come a long way, Dodger, to be with little us.”

Using endearing terms like “little us” was his way of being affectionate. His mother had raised him on this sweet talk and Matt spoke it with those he cherished.

Dodger smiled and greeted me in her soft voice. “Good God, child, it took you a long time to get here.”

She was sitting in a high-backed overstuffed chair. I leaned over and she gave me a hug and patted me on the back. I was delighted at how good Dodger was looking, her hair, once completely gray, was now a natural looking dark brown. I noticed she wasn’t as thin as she’d been in Germany. At 18 Hauptstrasse, Dodger had presided over a busy household; at Graceland she had withdrawn to her room.

After Matt left us alone, I could tell something was bothering her and asked, “Grandma, how has everything been with you?” She looked at me and then down at the lace handkerchief in her lap.

“I don’t know, Hon. I’m worried about Matt and James. Matt is still upset over his Daddy’s marriage.” James and Angela had gotten married a year earlier. “He don’t spend much time at Graceland anymore and his Daddy’s worried. I hate to see the two of ’em upset like that. Lord have mercy. Matt didn’t go to the weddin’, you know. Matt is tryin’ hard, but when she comes over he just gets up and leaves the room. I don’t know if he’ll ever accept it.”

She reached for her snuffbox. It was an endearing habit that she tried to keep secret.

“But I don’t want you to go worrying about it,” she continued. “You go off and have a good time with Matt. That young’un needs you now.”

I nodded and kissed her cheek. “I promise I’ll take care of him, Dodger,” I said, feeling guilty leaving her. She worried too much, just as all the Sturniolo’s did. It was contagious.

She laughed softly and said with a smile, “Ain’t no one ever called me that but Matt.”

All that night, the guys played pool, watched TV, and hung around the kitchen badgering Pauline (“VO5”) while she played short-order cook.

I realized that there was no set routine at Graceland. Everyone came and went as they pleased. It wasn’t a home, but rather an open house, available to the guys and their dates all with Matt’s approval, of course.

The evening ended around 4 a.m., when Matt finally said good night to everyone and took my hand. I was really exhausted since, in anticipation of the trip, I hadn’t slept for two days. As I walked up the white-carpeted staircase, I closed my eyes and wished I was already in bed.

In his room, Matt gave me two large red pills, explaining, “Take these now, and by the time you come to bed, you’ll be nice and relaxed.” I really didn’t need anything, but he insisted, saying that they would help me sleep better and were a little stronger than what I’d taken before.

I didn’t recognize them. They were larger than I’d ever taken before. You’d have to be a horse to get these down, I thought, but I reluctantly swallowed them.

I went into the dressing room to bathe, and as I sank into the tub, my head settled on the edge. My arm was so heavy I could barely raise my hand; my eyelids seemed weighted. But I felt good and kind of silly.

The longer I soaked, the less energy I had and I only barely managed to get out of the tub. Trying to focus on the bed, I staggered over to where Matt was lying. Then I collapsed.

After that, I was occasionally awakened by the sound of distant voices. One time, I thought I saw Matt whispering to me. Another time I saw his father. I didn’t know if I was dreaming or hallucinating, but when I closed my eyes I could feel the room spinning around.

Then I felt a soft hand gently rubbing and patting my arm. “y/n? y/n? Hon, it’s Grandma, you all right?” Slowly I tried to lift my head, but it was too heavy and it fell back down.

“What’d you give this young’un?” I heard someone say. “You got no business givin’ her something she’s not used to. Son, maybe we ought to call a doctor. She’s in bad shape. I don’t think we should take any chances.”

I managed to focus my half-closed eyes on Matt and gave him a wink and a giddy grin.

He said, “Hell no, we’re not callin’ any doctor. Look, she’s comin’ to.”

Kneeling beside me, he held up my head, and I saw that I wasn’t in his room but lying on the white chaise lounge in his office, which adjoined the bedroom.

“What am I doing here?”

“I walked you in here after the first day,” he answered in a concerned tone. “We were trying to revive you.”

“But I just went to bed,” I said, slurring my words.

“Baby, you had us all scared. You’ve been out for two days on two goddamn five hundred-milligram Placidyls. Must have been out of my head giving them to you that way.”

“Two days! That’s two days off my trip. What’s today?”

“December twenty-third.”

“Oh no.”

“Don’t worry. We still have plenty of time.” He smiled at me and said, “I promise, Baby, I’ll make it up to you.”

“Merry Christmas,” Matt said proudly, handing me a honey-colored six-week-old puppy.

“Oh, Matt. He’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen, and the smallest.” I gave Matt a big hug and heard a muffled yelp between us. “Oh, Honey!” I said. “I’m sorry.” I had unwittingly just named the pup Honey.

It was Christmas Eve. Matt had prayed for a white Christmas and—as if on cue—that night three full inches of snow fell.

The gathering around the tree included James and Angela, her three sons—David, Ricky, and Billy—the entourage and their wives, and a handful of Matt’s other relatives and friends. Everyone was pleasant and made me feel welcome, though it must have seemed strange to see me rather than Nicole sitting beside Matt. Nicole had shared Christmas with him the two previous years. Sometimes I couldn’t help wondering if he missed her. It wasn’t easy for him to let go of people. I knew that.

It was fun watching Matt open gifts. “Just what I needed, another jewelry box,” he quipped, unwrapping the fourth one of the evening. He looked over at Gene Smith, one of the few people who could consistently make Matt laugh.

“You give me this, Gene?” he asked.

Gene mumbled, “Naw, M, I didn’t give it to you.”

Then Matt reconsidered. “On second thought, I don’t guess you did, Gene. It’s got too much taste.”

“Ah, M, how can you say that?” Gene was mumbling in his slow Southern drawl.

“Easy.” Matt’s eyes narrowed. “Just look at you, Gene, a living example of ba-a-a-d taste.”

Pretending to be insulted, Gene walked away scratching his head, as everyone laughed.

Although there were lots of jokes, I sensed a sadness in Matt’s look as our eyes met, and I couldn’t help recalling what he’d once said to me in Germany: “Christmas just won’t be the same at Graceland without Mom. It’ll be hard for me, and I don’t know if I can bear the loneliness. But I guess I’ll manage. God will give me the strength somehow.”

“Oh, look, Matt,” I said, trying to distract him with a large, colorfully wrapped present. “Here’s one more you forgot to open.” It was my own gift to him, a musical cigarette case, which I’d purposely saved for last. I held my breath as he unwrapped it.

He opened the box and it began to play “Love Me Tender.”

“I love it! I really do, y/nn. Thank you.”

There was a twinkle in his eyes, and I wished I could always make him this happy.

Excerpt from: "Elvis and Me" by Priscilla Beaulieu Presley. Scribd.

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a/n - longgg chapter again🎀

#matt stuniolo fanfic #matthew sturn #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo edit #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo imagine #sturniolo smut #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo #Spotify

[seiueina]

kiss me hard in the pouring rain ft itoshi sae

plot: 5 years since the breakup. in the glistening neon lights shining through the pouring rain. you’re now facing the unfinished.

warnings: itoshi sae x gn!reader, kissing, exes to lovers,

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5 years ago….

“Your career? Or y/N? Your decision Sae.” The Itoshi parents asked 16 year old Sae. It’s not like whatever he picked would go in his favor. His parents only wanted to seem like he had a choice, when in reality they already set his future in motion. He was going to put his career in full motion. And the Itoshi parents weren’t gonna have anything come in the way of it. Even if that meant to get rid of the only thing he’s ever known about before soccer came into the picture.

“But…I can’t just leave y/N. We’ve known and been stuck together like glue since we were three!” He argues back, his parents growing impatient about whether or not he’d pick his career over you. “We know that…but think of it! If you decide to put your full career into motion, think of all the things you’d be able to do. The publication, the pay, the happiness of winning with your team. If you stayed with y/N…would those three things be in your life?” Sae’s dad added, looking at Sae ponder to himself.

“y/N would give me the happiness for sure…they’ve always been my number one. My sunshine.” Sae responds to his dad, and there started a back and forth rebuttal. His parents doing the most they could to get him to finally say the words they’ve been wanting to hear.

“Okay then…I’ll pick soccer.”

His parents were joyful to say the least. Cheering and smiling at each other , ignoring the devastation that roamed across Sae’s face. It didn’t matter to them about their son’s happiness. For instance they only cared about how much soccer gave him happiness…not that you, his sunshine was the one who kept that flame going.

Later that day, he asked if he could come over. You agree fastly as you’d take any chance to see your significant other, especially with the amount of times he’d been focused on soccer practice and games to the point sometimes you wouldn’t even be able to see him. However, you didn’t know this was when he was going to break up with you. When he arrived and you invited him into your home, he was for sure distanced, didn’t really want to be close to you and when he finnaly came clean he said it.

“We have to break up.” He says bluntly, making you gasp for air and ask him, “what?” He repeats again, and it leaves you shocked. A million of questions appeard in your head but you couldn’t find the motivation or drive to actually say the words. “I’ve decided to focus on my soccer career and came to the conclusion that, I can’t have my focus be shared and I need to focus on just one thing. That being soccer.” He says before digging into your closet to gather the two hoodies he let you keep.

“Hey wait.” You manage to speak out as you watch him. “…Does this mean we’re no longer friends as well?”, “Is your parents in on this?”, “This is too sudden Sae..” The words that had been formulated in your mind had started to slip out. It was almost like a random generator of questions regarding the break up. He’d “answer” the questions by giving short and direct answers. Leaving you wanting more, but it was cut of shortly after his parents arrived and you were left in your room alone.

Confused. Sadden. Worried. But, for some reason. You couldn’t feel anger towards him…for picking soccer over you…in reality, you felt really proud for what accomplishments Itoshi Sae was going to achieve. And even if you weren’t going to be in his life for the new accomplishments. You felt at ease that, you were there for the beginning accomplishments….

Present day…5 years later

You tried to go on dates. None of the two other relationships you tried ever worked out, and it just seemed that the only reason why people go on dates were to just go home together and have a one night stand and forget about each other the next day.

You thought, dating in this day and age was pathetic.

So why? Why now at 11:30 pm on a Saturday night do you find yourself walking in the pouring rain in Tokyo? No covering, no umbrella, just you walking with nothing but a raincoat on. The neon lights shinning from convience stores were reflecting off of you.

Why were you in this position? Another failed attempt at a date. It was the first date in a year and you thought to give it another try..but it didn’t go well. You thought that because of the failed date and the pouring rain, it was a sign from the universe telling you, it’s official and that you’re going to be single and die alone with your hamster. (That being if the hamster lives as long as you do)

You were walking down the rows of stores before you reach a store with TV’s on display. Playing the recent news of today and that hour. You walked past it until the TV said something that made you turn around and go back to the TV’s.

“The infamous, Itoshi Sae is back in Japan! New’s says he will be playing in the U-20 against Blue Lock! It will be a total showdown, and quite a laughing stock for Blue Lock if they lose to U-20!” The news anchor announced and there he was. Recent pictures of him arriving at the airport were posted on the TV screen.

Memories that you thought you were able to store away completely and forever found its way back into your working memory. And memories of your time with Sae came back. Touching the glass you feel your eyes start to get wet. Maybe it was the rain getting into your eyes but, your eyes felt extra wetter than before. Growing sadness came to your face as you wished he hadn’t have left you.

You wished, 5 years ago. That maybe, just maybe, he’d rethink his choice and he’d want to do his soccer career with you at his side. “When I am on the field, you’ll be on the sidelines cheering me on! That’s how I’ll get the scoring goal for my team!” Younger Sae would always tell you before matches. It made you feel special as you were his motivation. You get lost in your thoughts not even realizing a stranger came up besides you, joining in on watching the news.

“Geez, already in Japan for a few hours and they’ve gotten some crazy photos of me!” The man spoke, the voice feeling and sounding awfully familar. Just that it was a little deeper than you remembered. You giggle at the mans remark not realizing in full what he said.

“What’s funny?” The man asked sturnly and you quickly stiffined your neck, not wanting to turn into his direction in case of anything happening. “Sorry, I am kinda drunk right now…I didn’t know what you said and it’s like an immediate reaction to laugh if I am not sure what you said.” You reply before you slightly turn your neck to the man, not wanting to feel rude for not talking in his direction.

You glance quickly, seeing a part of white spikey hair up in the sky. You glance again. “S-Sae?!” You exclaim, now fully turned to him, the look of surprise filled your face and you slightly move backwards by this suddenness. “No way! y/N is that really you?!” He exclaims as well, scanning your face his face grabs a slight hint of pink across his cheeks.

“What the hell are you doing here?!?” You blurt only to cause a laugh reaction out of Sae. “Didn’t you hear on the news dummy! I am going to be playing against the newest blue lock project!” Sae snorted as he patted your head. A motion that he'd always do to you. It hurt you a bit.

"Right, the news anchor did say that..." You spluttered as you try to remove yourself from the situation, it hurt too much to stay in the presence of Itoshi Sae, so you thought to remove yourself from the area was the best for you.

However Sae thought differently. He grabbed your arm before you could go anywhere. You were confused to say the least, and he could read it on your face...something about Sae, he could always read you, no matter how hard you tried to cover or hide it, he could always tell.

"I know...it's been what. 5 years since we've talked?" He started, by then your wrist was freed from Sae's graph and you tried to walk away again, "y/N...please. Give me a chance to say what I've been wanting to say for those five years?" He pleads, you stop. You think to yourself. Should you really let him? Five years ago, he didn't seem to care for what you had to say...

"I'll give you five minutes." You say sternly, turning back around to hear what the man with reddish brown colored hair. "It was wrong for me...at the time, to just leave you without trying to convince my parents that I could make you and soccer a priority...I couldn't be too mad about my decision as my full focus on soccer brought me to where I am at now...but hell y/N, these five years...these five long years. I've missed you like hell. It may sound wrong but, no matter how many dates I go on, they don't feel the same. Without my childhood best friend, my high school sweetheart..I realized, I can't do life without you...you may not feel the same way about me still so. I'll give you this chance to have your turn at breaking my heart..."

You’re not sure how you want to respond to this, hell, even if you should respond to his confession. Your legs moved by themselves, finding your arms wrapped around his neck, embracing him in a long over due hug. He was hesitant at first, but he warmed up to the idea when he wrapped his arms around your waist, tapping your waist signaling for you to jump, his hands placed at the back of your thighs close to your butt and you squeeze tighter before removing your head from his neck, cupping his cheek.

“I never stopped loving you Sae…and I could never break your heart.” You babbled as tears you didn’t realize were making an appearance started to flow out. “Can I kiss you?” He says, you shake your head and he brings his face closer, planting a kiss onto your lips.

Moving his face back from the kiss was a slight smirk mixed with a smile. “I love you so much y/N.” He says before placing his head into your neck, breathing you in.

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[emilybeemartin]

Inktober Days 16-18

Day 16: Angel

The story goes that a Methodist minister visiting Zion in 1916 saw this soaring, narrow slice of a peak and remarked that only angels could land there. Nowadays Angel’s Landing sees millions of ordinary angels attempting to reach the summit every year, and the photos of crammed conga lines hiking up and down are famous even outside the NPS. For those in park management, it’s become a symbol of the delicate balance we’re tasked to maintain—our dual mandate to preserve these lands unimpaired for future generations while allowing open access for the benefit and enjoyment of the people. Preservation and recreation. How to provide both? Sometimes it feels like a conundrum of Biblical proportions.

Day 17: Demon

Demons, devils, monsters, vermin—the wolves of North America have been given many labels in the centuries after European colonization. Trapped, hunted, and poisoned to near extinction in most places, they’ve been removed for so long that in many cases we don’t know what a healthy ecosystem is supposed to look like with them in it. The most famous example of wolf reintroduction is in Yellowstone, but in some parks, like North Cascades and Glacier, wolves weren’t reintroduced by humans. Because these parks are connected to larger tracts of wilderness, wolves merely slipped back in when our backs were turned, taking up the old niche they’d been filling for ten thousand years. Now we lucky few have a chance to spy one of these shy predators in the wild, see their tracks in the soil, or hear their mournful song.

Day 18: Saddle

Every Inktober, on my birthday, I draw myself in the prompt, usually as a witch. This year I’m back in the green and gray, and while I don’t actually patrol on horseback, this prompt gives a great nod to the Sermon on the Mount, a famous tidbit from Yellowstone’s history. Back when the park took a much different approach to wildlife management, one of the most popular things for visitors to do was attend a bear feeding program. Each night, rangers would dump the food waste from the hotel restaurants in an open garbage pit and the grizzly bears, which had learned what time to expect this each night, would swarm over the leftovers. The audience would sit in an amphitheater separated from the garbage pit by a protective ditch, and a ranger would sit astride a horse to tell the visitors all about the bears of Yellowstone. Hence, the “sermon on the mount.” The NPS has changed a lot since those days, and not just because feeding wildlife is now recognized as dangerous and damaging to man and beast. The attitude toward park programs has changed, as well. Interpreters now realize that it’s not enough to just spit facts at an audience. We’re charged with firing imaginations, provoking critical thinking, and stirring emotions to facilitate meaningful connections between the visitor and the resource. This role is what drives my love for this field. If I can inspire a visitor to explore more on their own, be curious about something new, or care more about a park's protection—that’s it. I’ve done something worthwhile.

#birthday ranger! #inktober #31 days of national parks #zion #north cascades #park ranger

[jackie0lantern]

Do you know what really amazes me how many people take time out of their data Judge other people. It’s the Internet you don’t know these people in real life get over yourself so apparently we’re just going to address a fictional a.k.a. cartoon that’s probably gonna be 18 in the next movie and y’all are getting it wrong. He’s not 15. As a 16 year old, I know that half you people are minors to I get it you’re scared. I am terrified, knowing that this is going to last longer than it already needs to be! Get over yourselves let people right that’s the whole point of Tumblr if you don’t like it, get off it or just block the tag it’s not that deep in the point that I have to come on here because I keep waking up to some friends of mine, crying or other people, stating that they can’t write anymore because of people like you. The main reason I ever got on here was to tell people to stop all right have you ever felt the feeling that you’re not gonna be able to sleep knowing that a friend needs a shoulder to cry on? Needs to say they are minors to all they wanted to do was right about a character. They had a crush on that it’s probably a phase too, but no you guys just had to open your mouth and make my life even harder than it already is I just want to play my video games and not think about the future! It’s not that hard to ask and it’s not that hard to just look back on all of you did and say hey I’m kind of being a dick right now. Don’t bother flooding this with comments because he will get immediately blocked. I just want a good nights sleep it’s not that hard to ask and I definitely don’t wanna wake up to people crying about not being able to write anymore. Need to say my friends are. 13-15 I am the oldest I am 16 they look up to me and it’s not right that I have to download an app just to tell somebody off no tell an entire community off! Keep your damn comments to yourself it’s not physically hurting you if you don’t like it like I said before block the tag!!!

#atsv miles #miles morales x reader #miles morales smut #atsv #open your eyes #it’s not that deep #stop.

[yejisid]

Yuna x reader- TV.

Welcome to my new series where I use songs as prompts! Hope you guys enjoy. This story was prompted by the song: Billie eilish- TV. Send in your song requests prompts!

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Warnings: angst, swearing, homophobia.

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summary: Yuna’s parents find out you’re dating, and forces her to make a big decision.

*7 years old*

“Yuna don’t run! You’ll get hurt!” You giggled, running fast to catch the girl who had the ball in her hands. “You’re only allowed to play with me! Not those stupid ugly boys! You belong to me N/n!” You bursted out laughing. “Okay yuna, I get it! Now give me the ball.” You shelled closer which made her take 4 steps back. “Pinky promise you’ll be mine forever and I’ll let you have it!” She whined, stomping her feet onto the ground. “Shin yuna, I pinky promise. I’m all yours.” Yuna ran up to you, dropping the ball and hugging you.

*11 years old*

“Can you believe it n/n. We’re going into middle school!” You groaned whilst getting ready. You wish you shared the same excitement as your best friend. “Oh come on y/n! When I’m an idol, rich and famous,” she pauses coming closer to you. “you’re going to regret not being excited to hang out with me.” You both stared into each others eyes, and bursted out into laughter. “You got me there Ms Korea, now let’s go.” You laughed wrapping your arm around her shoulder, preparing for another school year with the most important person of your life.

*14 years old*

It was 2 am when you got a text from yuna, telling you to come outside. You contemplated on getting up, but you’d do anything for her. Managing to sneak out the front door, you see the dark haired girl crying behind the tree. You didn’t have to say anything, you could feel her pain and it broke you. “Come here.” You opened your arms for her, stroking her hair. “Yuna what happened?” She pulled away, and looked down at the floor. “Am I ugly?” She searched for an answer in your eyes. “No, god no Yuna! Why the fuck would you think that?” “He broke up with me because I'm ugly.” You were going to kill him the next day. “Yuna, I think you’re the most beautiful and perfect person to exist, inside and out. Why are you blaming yourself? That idiot is dumb as fuck and can’t see your beauty. But I can, and from the moment I understood what love was, I knew I was in love with you.” Now it was your turn to look down in embarrassment. You had no idea why you would confess your love to her at that moment, but you would certainly not regret it.

*16 years old*

"Come on y/n, just hang out with us for a couple hours!" You chuckled at your friends and yuna playing tug of war with your arms. The winner, of course, being able to hang out with you after school.

"Look stop!" You yelled, "I'll hang out with you guys tomorrow, but today is Yuna's day you agreed!" Your friends started laughing, "Fair play n/n, don't have too much fun now." To this day, you still regret not going with your friends. If you did, maybe, just maybe the love of your life would still be with you right now.

You grabbed Yuna's bag and intertwined your hands, making your way through the neighbourhood. "Movie night?" You smiled at Yuna's excitement which caused her to struggle to open the door. "Movie night!" She grabbed you by your shirt, pulling you down to kiss your lips. "Do that again," You smirked, pulling her in for another kiss.

You turned your head to her, staring at her most of the time instead of the movie. "Hi," Yuna finally spoke up, looking back at you. "Well hello there beautiful," you grabbed her face, gently leaving kisses everywhere making her squeal. "N/n, remember when we were talking about our future last night?" It was a common occurrence for you and yuna to stay up and talk about your futures. "Yes darling," you shifted your attention to her. "How would we have a future together if I want to be an idol?"

"Look love, I'll come visit you, if anyone asks, I'm just a friend. We agreed on that right?" She nodded, pecking your lips. "You're stuck with me anyways, remember the promise you made when we were 7?" You chuckled, "Of course I do love." She climbed onto your lap, and leaned in for a kiss.

She lays down on the couch, pulling you with her as your hands wonder around her body. You tried to get up but yuna made sure she had a grip of your shirt, "they could be home any minute." You whispered whilst your lips pressed onto hers. "So we better be quick," She smirked in reply. You got lost in her touch, and started to unbutton her jeans.

" SHIN YUNA!" Her mother and father shot through the door, and at that moment, both of your hearts sank. Her dad came charging at you, throwing you onto the wall. "Now listen closely, for years I have treated you like my own, and this is how you repay me! When your mother and father died and I helped raise you this is how you repay me!" His grip shifted onto your neck "Dad let her go!" Yuna tried to protest, you shot her a look, pleading with her to not argue. The last thing you needed was yuna hurt. "You're lucky I don't fucking kill you with my bare hands pervert!" He spits in your face, kicking you out.

It had been three days, three whole days. You didn't move from your bed, but you also didn't sleep. You just laid there, contemplating on if there was a reason to live anymore. You quickly got snapped out of your thoughts when you heard banging on your door. You immediately shot downstairs when you heard yuna's voice pleading with you to open up.

You let her in, wanting to speak up but not knowing what to say. Until, she finally came closer to you, and you both broke down.

" I'm moving back to korea." She spoke after minutes of crying. You couldn't help but smile a little, thinking of Yuna following her dreams of being an idol. "Hey, soon I will see you on tv!" You tried to make her laugh, gently wiping her tears away.

"I don't know how to live without you y/n." She gently spoke as she fell deeper into your arms. "I don't know either." you whispered back, pressing your lips on her head. "I do know that I will keep the promise though," Yuna slowly shifted, in awe of what you were saying. "I promised you Shin Yuna, I will forever be yours."

"So will I Y/n...So will I." You grabbed her hand and kissed it. "You should go before your parents realise you're gone and pack sweetheart." You felt your chest light up in flames but decided to save you both the extra pain. "My yuna, my idol." You wiped your tears away and picked her up from the floor.

"No matter what happens in my life, I will always love you. That is something that won't change." Yuna smiled gently at you as you absorbed each and every word.

The girl you loved more than anything, the person you loved more than life; she was gone. You did not just lose her, but you lost yourself that day.

ONE YEAR LATER

*Y/n's pov*

"Y/n?" Your best friend gently spoke. "Don't you think your eyes had enough staring at that little screen."

"I don't want to talk right now, I just want to watch tv." Your best friend sighed at your response knowing that you spent your hours in bed, watching every single Itzy video and performance.

My Yuna, my pride and joy. There she was again, lighting up my screen so effortlessly. I wanted to stop loving her, but how could I do something I was destined to do.

*Yuna's pov*

"Unnie, I am so nervous!" Chaeryeong squealed to Yeji. " SO AM I!" Ryujin yelled back as we laughed at their pure excitement.

"SH! They are announcing it now!" Lia hushed them, we began to listen closely to the presenter. "And the award goes to.... DALLA DALLA ITZY!" My mind shortly went blank after that.....

"Don't know where you are right now y/n, but did you see me on tv? " I mumbled to myself as I, yet again, had to fake another smile for the cameras.

#kpop #itzy #itzy x reader #girlgroup x reader #girlgroup x y/n #shin yuna #yuna #lia choi x reader #itzy yeji #yeji x reader #chaeryeong #ryujin #yuna x reader #yuna shin x y/n #idol x reader #yuna icons #itzy x y/n

[k8fics]

Ruined Legacy

My Way to Freedom

summary: Based off “My Way” by Frank Sinatra; Joel & Ellie find a curled up woman in a farmhouse with a freshly dead guy outside — Episode 1 of the ‘Ruined Tragedy’

rating: R - just reader’s backstory & character building (my bad), some joel splattered in there tho, she cannot catch a break, abusive/toxic relationship (not joel), murder, brutally killings, dead parents, captivity (kinda? idk man), thoughts of suicide, cussing, hopefully that’s all

And now the end is near

And so I face the final curtain

I still remember how my mother woke me up that night; tears streamed down her face, and her entire body shook. How she frantically grabbed my hand, pulled me towards the basement door, sat me down on the cold ground, and told me to wait down there while she received a call for help from my father.

I still remember how I stared at the small window, covered by the dusty curtain. How the lights from the outside world showed through the glass, the orange hues, the flashes of car lights, the shadows of people’s feet running away.

I still remember waking up down there. This time, my parents were with me, arguing over each other. My mother paced with her arms flailing out, my father leaning on the concrete wall with his arms crossed.

“We can’t just leave! You heard the TV, we’re instructed to stay inside!” She yelled.

“And you saw what’s out there. We have to get out of here, who knows if they’ll start bombing again.” He said calmly. She only sighed in response, stopping and looking directly at me.

I stayed silent, still acting like I’m asleep. But she could tell I was awake. Mom always could tell. She walked over to me, with a smile. Although, the smile was fake. I could tell she was scared.

She put her hands on my face, I leaned into her. “Hey, baby... We gotta go, let’s start packing.” She said, pulling me up.

As I walked to my room, and she walked to hers, I looked out the window. Your neighbor’s house still burning from the night before, the ground covered in blood and ash. The world has gone to complete shit.

My friend, I’ll say it clear

I’ll state my chase of which I’m certain

“Who the fuck are you?”

Your thoughts were interrupted by a gravelly voice. You looked up to see a girl and a man. You glanced around to see you were in the same room you had been stewing in for the past day.

You opened your mouth to speak, lips cracked from the lack of moisture. “..I stay here.” You stated, not in the most cohesive terms though.

The man still had his gun pointed at you, looking at you and then at your surroundings. “So why is there a freshly dead guy on your porch?” It was like he was a detective investigating you. Although, a detective’s attitude would be less intimidating than his.

“I killed him.”

I’ve lived a life that’s full

I travelled each and every highway

And more, much more than this

I did it my way

My father was always a survivalist. He taught me how to make a fire out of sticks, how to hunt — even when I was begging him not to make me shoot an innocent creature, — and, starting last year, how to defend myself.

He said something about ‘it was better to be prepared and nothing happen than to be unprepared and have something happen.’ I guess he was right, at least we’re prepared. Though, I don’t think he expected his 16-year-old daughter to be using these skills so soon.

After the first month of walking through decaying neighborhoods, buildings, and streets, I was put on map duty. I didn’t mind it, it helped me think. I didn’t want to think about who and what was lost, how all my friends were gone, how my life and future were ruined.

Regrets I’ve had a few

But then again, too few to mention

I did what I had to do

And saw it through without exception

The walking was the worst part, and although the pain in my feet was unbearable, the pain of walking away from the only life I’ve ever known hurt more. I wished I could have told that guy in my 3rd period I liked him, I wished I told my friends I loved them more, and I wished I could be with them without my parents grieving my death.

I wish I didn’t have to kill. Even though it was only a few, it kept me up at night. I would close my eyes and only see their bloodied faces. I would fall asleep and see them beside me.

I tried so hard to not let it get to me. I had to do it. If not for them, it would’ve been me. Maybe it would’ve been me.

I planned each chartered course

Each careful step along the byway

And more, much more than this

I did it my way

My parents met Tim as they were going on a supply run while we were stationed at an old house. He had been staying in the overgrown convenient store tending to his wounds when they came in.

Dad said the man didn’t even put his gun up just kept his hands above his hands. Mom said he showed them a bunch of supplies that hadn’t expired. They said he was a good man.

I had just planned our next ‘trip’ when they brought him. He was pushy and, honestly, very arrogant. Even if he didn’t show it around my parents. He wasn’t ugly, but I had no attraction toward him.

“I guess he’s just not my type.” I told my mom when she asked why I didn’t ‘give him a chance.’

She laughed at my response, “Well honey, just give him a chance. It’s been 6 years since you went on a date-“

Before she could speak further I interrupted her, “Yeah Mom, 6 years since the world went to shit. I don’t need some guy to protect me, you know? I have you guys for that.”

And she laughed. God, I missed her laugh.

Yes, there were times, I’m sure you knew

When I bit off more than I could chew

It had only been a few months since Tim joined us. I could see something was wrong with him. His eyebrows were always furrowed like he was trying to figure out the hardest math problem. His jaw clenched when my dad talked to him, sometimes I thought he was going to hit him.

To my dismay, he was much pushier. He would constantly want to be around me, he would always go with me on my runs, and, worst of all, he would not stop asking me out.

After the tenth time that week, I had enough. “Where would you take me out to, Tim? What? The woods? The old diner down the street that’s infested with the infected? Oh! Or do you want to go to the shed by the creek where the clickers are?” I said, no yelled.

His face changed completely. The cocky smile contorted into the same expression that scared me throughout these months. “You’re going to regret saying that.” That’s all he said before walking towards his place of residency for the time being.

Later that night, I woke up to several grunts and pleas. As I tried to move my hands up to rub my face, I realized that my body had been attached to a rope wrapped around a tree. I looked around at my surroundings, I was outside in an open area in the woods. In front of me were my parents in the same predicament as myself.

I called for them. They didn’t respond, both of them looking off to the side. I turned my head as much as I could to see what they were looking at. To my shock, it was Tim standing there. Leaned up on a tree, axe in hand. When I called for him instead, that’s when all three of them turned to look at me.

My mom looked like she had been crying for hours. My father looked furious, a face I hadn’t seen in a long time, his face was bruised and bloody. His right eye was swollen shut and his nose bleeding. Tim looked the opposite, he was clean like he had taken a shower moments before, although, his knuckles were bleeding, and his face. God, he looked ecstatic.

He walked over to me, his axe still gripped tightly in his hand. He looked down at me before placing a hand on my face. I flinched, his face looked like it did that afternoon prior.

“You should’ve just except my fucking date. Now, look at what you made me do.” He said.

I shook my head, “Please... My sorry, please don’t do this.” I pled, but all he did was walk over to my parents.

I scream at him for what felt like an eternity but his back still faced me. He only looked at me when he got in the face of my mother. When I looked into his eyes, I knew he wasn’t going to stop, no matter what I did.

I watched him kill them both with the axe. I couldn’t protect them. I could only cry. The most undeserving deaths. Just for what? A date?

He came over to me quickly after killing them both. I had stared at their corpses for so long that I hadn’t noticed him cutting the rope. I ran to them as soon as I was free. Not long after, he came after me.

But through it all when there was doubt

I ate it up and spit it out

I faced it all and I stood tall

And did it my way

I remember when Tim took me from my home. The way he would talk about my parents was like they were some problem in my life. How I didn’t need them, I was too old anyways. It felt like he was jealous of it all, that I had my family and he didn’t. I found sympathy in him, in a way.

‘Maybe it’s the Stockholm Syndrome kicking in.’ I would think. But then again, he murdered my parents because I wouldn’t date him. Who the fuck does that.

One time I brought it up to him, which landed me on the ground with a hard punch in the face. I didn’t talk for the rest of our travel.

One year later, he found a farmhouse. It was impressive, basically taken out of a Hallmark movie. Though my impression of it changed when I got to the children’s rooms, it didn’t take long for him to start commenting about how we should ‘fill them up.’ Fucking disgusting.

I’ve loved, I’ve laughed, and cried

I’ve had my fill, my share of losing

After 13 years of being here, I learned to live — or survive as I like to call it — with him. Sure, I tried to escape a few times, but it never worked out in my favor.

The first time I left, I was gone for a week. I lived in the woods, trying to find some haven which was harder than it looked, considering I didn’t have any access to a map or any weapons. Tim confiscated everything on me the day we left my parents’ rotting bodies.

He found me curled up behind a tree, facing a creek. Fighting him never worked. No amount of self-defense could ever get him down without a weapon. He was bigger than me, and when a stick didn’t work, I gave up.

All the escapes after had been futile, he had set up traps in the woods close to the house, knowing I couldn’t walk on the trail without him seeing me on his day-night searches.

He wanted me to be a stay-at-home-whatever-the-fuck. So fucking be it. I won’t lie, I played the part as much as I could. Whatever would get him to leave me alone. It didn’t work sometimes, but it did for the most part.

So I “loved” him. If love is making him food, cleaning his messes, cleaning his clothes, and letting him hug me.

I laughed at his stupid jokes that I had heard a million times before this shit show.

I cried at night when I had to share a bed with him. Feeling guilty that I couldn’t do anything about this predicament, that I couldn’t find a single sharp thing that could kill him or myself.

And now, as tears subside

I find it all so amusing

He left early that day, earlier than usual. When I woke up he was gone, only leaving a note saying he had gone on another supply run. I scoffed as if we don’t have enough.

I barely know where he goes these days, you would think after all these years, he had found every single store or house, but I guess not.

As I walked to the kitchen, I noticed something abnormal on the table designated for Tim’s backpack. It was a fucking knife.

‘He must’ve left it there when he was searching through it.’ I thought. “Dumbass.” That was all I said before quickly grabbing the handle and pocketing it.

Soon after I was done making eggs — still don’t know where he gets the eggs from, he could’ve at least told me that — he came back. I gave him a short greeting before putting the two plates on the table and sitting down. He sat down next to me, both of us not uttering a single word. It was nice, the silence.

I got up as soon as I was done, cleaning off my plate. Before I could leave, I was entrapped by his arms, pulling me into his chest. I scowl, still not used to touching the horrendous man.

“I love you.” He said. “I-“ Before he could speak any further, I reached behind me and stabbed him the first place I could reach, his left shoulder.

He released me and stumbled away, giving me time to run to the door. As soon as I unlocked and opened the door, I was pushed to the ground, landing on my back onto the dirt in the front yard. Tim was on top of me, panting heavily, his blood and spit dripping down onto my face. I struggled with him as his hands tried to find a way to my neck.

My hands faltered for a millisecond, allowing him to wrap his hands around my neck. I fought with him once more, arms and legs flailing, trying to get him off of me. My attempts were futile. The harder I fought, the harder he gripped my neck.

He smiled menacingly when he saw me losing strength, “You spoiled fucking bitch. After everything I’ve done for you, this is how you're fucking repaying me? Stabbing me with my knife?” He screamed in my face, as I sobbed and kicked.

I accepted my fate, me dying in the hands of the man that has made my life miserable, at least he would leave me alone now. “I should’ve killed you right in front of your mama and daddy.” He said.

Something snapped in me. Sure, maybe it was adrenaline, maybe it was the hatred I consumed for him for years. But I like to think my parents wanted me to avenge their deaths.

To think I did all that

And may I say, not in a shy way

Oh no, oh no, not me

I did it my way

As soon as my right hand felt the unfamiliar, cold object, I quickly grabbed it and hit him once in the head with as much force as I could gain. He was on the ground instantaneously. I got up on her feet taking a few breaths before pulling myself into a defensive position. My hands up and set on the metal pipe securely, eyes focused on the battered man’s wheezing form.

To my surprise, he stayed on the ground, back facing me as he groaned in pain. I stepped closer and kicked him in his backside. “Fucking look at me, you coward.” I snarled, “Look at what you fucking did to me!” I screamed at him, kicking him once more.

This time he decided to look at me. Eyes moving towards me away from the afternoon sky, “Please, Y/N. Don’t do this to me, baby.” He pled with me. And for a second, I thought about letting him go, but I knew that wouldn’t stop him from trying to find me. This had to end.

I took one step towards his battered body before speaking, “I fucking trusted you. My parents trusted you, and you murdered them like it was nothing! You wanted me to think it was nothing!” I screamed, letting out every single emotion I had felt throughout these years. “I have hated you ever since that night. You didn’t fucking save me! You’re a murdering waste of space.” I admitted.

“I saved you.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at his statement. “You didn’t save me. You ruined me.” I said, before hitting him again. I repeated myself once more before hitting him again for good measure.

For what is a man, what has he got?

If not himself, then he has naught

When I was done, the man was unrecognizable. His face caved in, bruises showed through the cracks of his clothes, and dirt covered most of his backside. I looked at the body for what felt like an eternity.

I didn’t drop the pipe in her hand until she made herself back inside the house. Closing the door behind me, walking to the kitchen where I once was. I picked up the knife that Tim had pulled out of his arm, placing it in my back pocket.

I looked around the house, an eery silence following me. As glad as I was that he was gone, the loneliness crept behind me. Not that I’d miss that ugly son of a bitch anyways.

My hands darted to the bags that he had left when he departed, quickly going up to them and ripping them open. There wasn’t much for me, Tim was quite a hoarder. He collected unnecessary things. The bag was no different, besides the cans of food and water bottles, the rest was unneeded random objects. Multiple different pans, silverware, and cups. Clothes that would neither fit him nor myself.

I glanced at his backpack that was left on the table, I aggressively grabbed it and looked through it. For whatever reason, he never let me look through it. Something about him sharing everything with me and he deserved privacy. It was laughable considering that he would do monthly checks of the house looking for secret hiding places where I would put my plans of escape.

I completely emptied the bag, object sprawling all over the ground. I rummaged through them, I stopped when I found a piece of jewelry. “Fucking bastard.” I cursed. It was my mom’s, she said one day, it would be mine. Some kind of generation gift I guess.

When I looked further, I found more of my things from so long ago. It was surprising that he kept all these things but wanted me to let go of all of them, even my parents.

I found my old diary, the mp3 player my dad gave me, and a dusty picture of my family that I had kept under my pillow when my parents were still alive. I called him a bunch of insults before picking up what you wanted and packing them into the, once Tim’s, book bag.

Before I started packing my clothes, I passed a mirror and stopped. I inspected myself, my face covered in his blood, my hands still red from the cold pipe outside, and possibly from Tim’s blood.

I rubbed my face, expecting it to come off easily but it had dried faster than I had originally thought. I rubbed more aggressively, eyes tearing up, whispering, “You ruined me.”

To say the things he truly feels

And not the words of one who kneels

The record shows I took the blows

“Tim was a bad man who murdered my parents,” At that the man’s hold on the gun falters, but still stands his ground, “and kidnapped me. I tried to escape, he tried to strangle me, and I killed him with a pipe.” You summarized.

The girl behind the man sighed, “Joel put the gun down, she doesn’t even have a weapon on her.” She tried to convince him.

You made a face, “Actually, there’s a knife in my back pocket.” You said, making them both turn to look at you.

The man, seemingly named Joel, sighed, “Stand up.” You quickly followed his orders. He reached behind you and smoothly grabbed the knife from your pocket, hands brushing over your ass. “Alright, I believe ya. But I saw that guy’s body, I know what you’re capable of. Do you wanna go somewhere else?” He asks, hovering over you for a few seconds after he stopped talking. He took you in before backing away.

“Only if I get to keep the pipe.” You bargained.

Joel scoffed, “Here’s the deal; I’ll keep the pipe safe until we can trust you, 'kay?”

“Deal.”

And did it my way

-

jesus christ this is so long y’all… hopefully grammarly does me justice bc i’m not reading all of this 😭

#ruined legacy #the last of us #the last of us fanfic #the last of us series #the last of us x reader #the last of us x you #TLOU #tlou fanfiction #TLOU series #tlou x reader #tlou x you #joel miller #joel miller fanfic #joel miller series #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #ellie williams

[angelst4re]

can we have one with basically jamie bower having a massive baby fever while he and the reader are for the first time in his parents house because he presents her to them and they live her !

so like his moms ends up saying to him after the dinner while they are alone that’s she is gorgeous and amazing and that’s she wants grandkids from both of them

and it take that’s seriously and he ends up pretty steamy in his old bedroom with a breeding kink and a boobie kink ( like breastfeeding kink )

okay so this took 3 attempts to write... i just kept blushing and giggling I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!!! i hope you like it love! <3

Baby Fever- Jamie Campbell Bower x Reader

warnings: smut! breeding kink, boobs<3, i use the word babies like 6 times?!

note: i'm about to cook some chicken!

“Don’t worry, love. They’re going to adore you! I promise.” Jamie said with a kiss to your forehead as he unlocked the door to his parent’s house. “Mum! We’re here!” 

Even after Jamie’s words of encouragement, you were still terrified. Wondering if they’ll approve of you, whether your outfit is suitable enough, if you put too much makeup on.

Suddenly, a woman appeared from where you believed was the kitchen, a massive smile spreading across her face as her eyes met yours. 

“You must be y/n!” She grinned, taking your hand, “I’ve been pestering Jamie for months about meeting you, dear. I hope you both got here okay, not too much traffic?”

“No, it only took about 45 minutes,” says Jamie, “mum, why don’t you show y/n around, I’m going to get our bags from the car!” 

————————♡————————

Hours had passed and it felt like minutes, you wondered why you were even nervous about meeting your boyfriend’s parents. They were so lovely and welcoming. You noticed that Jamie had the same smile as his dad, making your heart feel warm, and he had his mother’s eyes. 

You were all sat around the dinner table, you and Jamie sitting opposite his mum and dad as they asked you questions about yourself, where you were from, what your plans are for the future, your favourite movies and your family. You were quite happy to open up to them about yourself, they were so easy to talk to, and there was never an awkward silence, not even after Jamie’s dad brought up the time Jamie ‘weed in his wetsuit because of a seal’. 

“Jamie, darling, could you help me clear up please?” His mum asked, taking the plates out to the kitchen. Jamie patted your leg as if to say ‘everything’s okay’ before he disappeared into the kitchen.

Jamie’s mum began to fill the sink with water to wash up, as the water ran she pulled Jamie to the side with a wide smile. 

“She’s amazing isn’t she!” She beamed, “I can imagine you two having such beautiful babies! My gorgeous grandchildren! Have you two discussed it yet?” 

Jamie was a bit taken back by what his mum had just said, but he also thought what that could mean for them. 

“Not yet, but I’m planning on proposing soon.”

“Do you think she’s the one this time?” 

“I do, yeah.” Jamie smiled, still caught up in thoughts about giving you his babies, not being able to concentrate on anything else. 

————————♡————————

“Okay, don’t judge me. I haven’t changed this room around since I was 16, so beware.” Jamie warned you as you walked up the stairs to get ready for bed. 

“Don’t worry, it can’t be any worse than mine,” you giggled. 

As he opened the door, you couldn’t help but gasp. The whole room was just so him. As you examine the room, you find all sorts of instruments- this makes you smile, he’s never lost his love for music. But the first thing that caught your eye as you walked in was a collection of photos on the wall, some from his childhood, some from teen years and some of him as a baby. 

“Jamie, these are adorable!” You pout as you turn to look at him, his face flushed red with embarrassment. “You were such a cute baby!” 

 “We would make cute babies,” he says with a smirk on his face, “don’t you think?” 

It was as if a switch was flipped in your brain as Jamie runs his hands down your side, pulling you closer to him by your hips. You felt your stomach toss and turn as his lips pressed against yours. You ran your fingers through his hair and he deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue into your mouth. 

Jamie tugs on the hem of your top, signalling for you to take it off. Then you do the same to him, running your fingers across the buttons of his shirt. 

When you were both undressed, he pulls you towards the bed. You lie down first and then he follows, you spread your legs for him to lay between them as his lips meet yours again whilst he trails his left hand down your abdomen, his touch featherlight causing you to squirm against him. 

“We gotta keep quiet, okay? Can’t be waking my parents up, can we?” 

You shake your head, that’s the last thing you wanted after how well you got along with them today. 

Jamie’s kisses move down to your jaw, then your neck, whilst his fingers tease where you need him most. You let out almost silent whimpers as Jamie’s tongue came in contact with your chest, before he wraps his lips around one of your nipples and started suckling. Your breath hitches as his slips a finger into you at the same time. 

“This feel good?” He asks, smiling as he watched your face- you saw how hard you were trying to be quiet. 

“So good..” you mumble as he switches boobs, giving the same attention to your other nipple. 

“Look at me, love,” he says, “keep your eyes open, okay?”

He’d finally decided he’d stretched you enough with his fingers, now you were ready for his cock. He released his lips with a loud pop, then placed a kiss to your chest. 

You whine at the loss of contact, until you feel him lining up with your pussy, the tip of his dick teasing your clit before he starts pressing in to you. The sounds you made began to get louder, causing Jamie to slip his thumb into your mouth to shut you up. 

Once he was fully inside you, he picked up your legs and readjusted your position so your legs were wrapped around his waist, causing your ass to be lifted off the bed so he could slip a pillow underneath your hips. 

His thrusts began slow, he was taking his time and allowing you to adjust to his size. When he felt you easing up around him he knew he was safe to go harder, faster, deeper. His thumb found your clit, he began to rub careless circles on it as his other hand reached for your waist. Each time he thrusted into you, he pulled you closer to him. You could swear nobody’s ever gone this deep before, all the pleasure was building up, causing your brain to feel fuzzy and your stomach to feel tight. 

“Are you getting close, sweetheart?” He asks, you nod your head, too worried about the sounds that would come out if you were to open your mouth. “Me too, gonna fill you up. Give you my babies, is that what you want?”

“Yes,” you manage to whisper, “wanna feel it, feel it all inside me. Please, need to be full of your babies so bad.”

“Let go, darling. Cum around my cock and I’ll give you what you want, yeah?”

His words were enough for you to reach your high, and you came undone around him, clenching your walls as you tried catching your breath. This must have been a sight to see, as Jamie came inside you. The warmth filling your belly as he placed a delicate kiss on your shoulder. When he pulled out your body twitched slightly, and he moved the pillow from under your hips and sat up, his eyes glued to your pussy, which had already started to leak. 

“We can’t have any of it going to waste, can we?” He says as he uses his finger to push his come back into you, making you squirm form the overstimulation, “gonna have some beautiful babies.”

#jamie campbell bower smut #jamie bower smut #jamie bower x reader #jamie campbell bower x reader #jamie campbell bower #jamie bower

[willowisapillow]

🎀💝 Princess Of The Koopas 💝🎀

So… October 20th was quite a ✨ wonderful ✨ day, huh?

Bad pun aside, Super Mario Wonder dropped a couple of days ago, and I can’t wait to play as my queens Peach and Daisy (mostly Daisy, because she deserves it 🌼). I haven’t made any art of the game just yet, but I will soon in the near future.

For now, enjoy some more Blacktober art from me this time featuring my girl, Wendy. It’s been quite a long while since I’ve last made some gijinka fanart 🙃

I’m fully aware that Wendy does have a human version of herself from the SMB3 DiC cartoon from the 90s, but this is my own personal take on what a human Wendy would look like.

Speaking of which, I mostly based my human design for her on the DiC version of her (AKA, Kootie Pie), because, unpopular opinion, I like her design way more than the regular version of her. I’m still not too big on her personality, but I just really like her design. I’ve always thought her beauty mark, cupid’s bow lips and the bow on her tail were super pretty, and it really suited her since she is a tomboy who embraces her hyper-femininity. Meanwhile with regular Wendy, I just never liked her Cheep-Cheep lookin’ ahh lips, they just looked so weird to me 💀

Gave my human Wendy a cute, curly blonde pixie cut, dressed her up in a super cute pink and white dress that I found on Pinterest, and gave her hoop earrings to complement her hoop bracelets. Also gave her dimples because I thought she’d look pretty with them.

Like my previous Wendy post, I wanted to go for a Bimbocore and Bubblegum Bitch vibe for the whole art, because this is Wendy we’re talking about, she’s essentially the personification of the 💅 emoji.

And while the series has never really clarified the age of Wendy (or for the entire Koopalings and Bowser Jr. for that matter), I wanted to make my human version of her around 15-16 years old, since she does act like a typical teenage girl when she’s not taking over the Mushroom Kingdom with her brothers.

🎀 💋 💄

#blacktober #blacktober 2023 #super mario #super mario bros 3 #super mario world #new super mario bros #super mario fanart #wendy o koopa #wendy koopa #wendy #nintendo #nintendo fanart #female villain #villainess #gijinka #humanization #black girl #black girl art #koopaling #bimbocore #bubblegum bitch #spoiled brat

[twopoppies]

Gina, I have always wondered this. So could you please share your thoughts?

What do you think 2011-2015 louis/harry fought so hard for? Nothing good happened after 2015-2016 larry wise (they are more closeted than ever)???? We can all agree that larry fought so hard from 2011-2015 with queer coding and those innuendos. We also know that RBB and SBB LITERALLY said bears coming out of hibernation knowing we would interpret this as larry coming out. What do you think happened that they didn't come out in 2015/2016, they literally told us they would. Why the major shift? Because something definitely shifted from 2015-2016 until now.

What happened? Hiatus. Babygate. Jay dying. Robin dying. Harry’s solo career. Fizzy dying. Louis’ solo career. Harry no longer being 16 - 22. Louis no longer being 18 - 24.

I mean, how you view life, your future, your career, and what is important to you can drastically change as life happens. I totally disagree with you that they’re more closeted than ever m, and we have no idea that “nothing good larry-wise” happened after 2016. We’re not privy to their private lives or their decision making. They both seem quite happy with the way their lives are. Just because they maybe signaled something was planned at one point, doesn’t mean they still want that same thing to happen the same way eight years later. And just because we don’t see something doesn’t mean nothing is happening.

I think looking at their lives from 2010-2015/16 as the ultimate expression of who they are isn’t fair to them, or a healthy way to engage with them as 29/31-year old solo artists.

#coming out #harry’s career #louis’ career

[sam-blackbird]

Hi! If you’re a foreigner looking at France right now (march 2023), you could wonder: “WTF is happening there?!”

I’m French, so let me explain (from what I understood, thanks to friends’ explanation and researches on my own, the government things are not very clear, perhaps on purpose).

If you have no clues, there are currently a lot of demonstrations (and some riots) and strikes. Some are violents and some are peaceful, depending, but I’ll come to that later. First of all: why? Because of a reform on the retirement, basically.

You may think, well, going from 62 to 64 years old don’t seem excessive, right? But that’s only the visible part of the iceberg actually. First, that move was explain by the government by saying it will avoid the collapsing of the system (of retirement). HOWEVER, the minimal age of retirement, 64, can only be 64 if you have: -- a full career (without any unemployed time, and/or part-time work) -- began to work early (like 16/18 years old) -- your 43 annuities (basically, it means that you have to work 43 years, if I understood clearly)

With all being wrote, it means that for a majority of French ppl, counts don’t had up: most of the ppl will have to work until around their 65-67 years.

Moreover, if you leave before the minimal age of retirement (which will be 64), you will not receive entirely your retirement money.

We were told that that reform will allow to save the French pension system --as it will allow to augment the retirement money up to 1200€ (euros). But the money can be took somewhere else, like in the super riches pockets for example, by taking them up to something like 2%, for the system to be fiable. Furthermore, only a minority of French people will obtain these 1200€, as you need a full career without any stop in it to gain it. So that reform penalizes everybody, especially precarious people and women.

That’s why a lot of people are angry right now in France.

On top of that, Elizabeth Born, the French Prime Minister (she is just under the French president in the power ladder in France), pass that reform against the Parlement agreement, using the 49th article of the constitution, paragraph 3 (we call it “49.3″).

That’s why we are angry. That’s why we demonstrate. That’s why there are strikes.

Most of them are non-violent, or at least, the violence don’t come from the demonstrators, but rather from the police officers --who seems to think they have all the rights because they wear the uniform. There are some police brutality (and if some French see that and needs some advices in case of police arrestations, I can provide them). There are also some riots and some thugs who breaks windows and/or stole things and/or deteriorates things / urban furnitures, but it’s not the majority of it (despite what BFM TV claims) (btw, be careful of what you’re watching, some images show the demonstrations as riots).

A lot of young people participates in these demonstrations, because it’s our future that’s at stake. We’re angry. We’ve had enough. All our life (I take my case as an example, for context, I’ll be 20 this year), we’ve been told our planet is dying, that we won’t be able to own a house (after the 2008 economic crisis), and now that we’ll have to work until our old age? We say: that’s enough. So we’re revolting. (some of us even say it’s time to guillotine Macron, to do a remake of 1789)

Some of us use the energy of the desperation, because they have nothing to lose, which make them unpredictable (and maybe dangerous). That’s what’s happening, basically.

#france #what's happening #réforme des retraites #french retirement reform #french pension reform #french pension reform explained #french #french demonstrating #french strikes #french revolting #young revolting #genz had enough of old politicians shit #manifestations françaises #mars 2023 #réformes des retraites #gen z revolting #sam covers french news

[justjensenanddean]

Jensen Ackles | Orlando Convention 2022 (June 26, 2022)

(x)

Jensen keeps getting asked about what superpower he would want for The Boys press. Everything comes with something bad (like seeing the future). “Flying. It’s pure, just let me soar like a bird.” #spnorl  (x)

Jensen: Phil directed Solid Gold. Is Robert Mitchum (sp?) out yet? No? Hold onto your shorts! There’s a whole other one coming down the pipe. I’ll leave it at that. #spnorl (x)

Fan: I found out I was pregnant during a commercial break. I didn’t get pregnant during a commercial break Jensen: how do you know you didn’t do that too lol #spnorl  (x)

Jensen imitates needing to stop the show and run and find a pregnancy test lol #spnorl  (x)

Fan: do you ever get taken out of context and not like it Jensen: yeah that happens quite a bit (x)  Jensen: we get asked questions about ourselves and work more than most. Our answers have evolved and we have grown. Given what we know now and have matured and acquired knowledge over the past two decades, I would give different answers than I would then. (x)  Jensen: it’s the idea that I wouldn’t change the past because it got me to be here today. I wouldn’t be where I am today and it’s looking pretty good for me. (Grateful to be here now) (x)  Jensen: I know I didn’t answer all those questions right. #spnorl (x)

While filming, Kim Manners set up an extra shot (make up redo and everything) to prank J&J. They climbed down a wall and got doused in 15 gallons of water. (x)  They chased him around and he wasn’t a big guy. Jensen: we basically picked him up and put him into the water (x)  They committed so hard to it they actually had an appointment for Jared to get his cast replaced the next day. They planned him a late call and everything and Jared didn’t know why. (x)  A line producer casually asked about Jensen’s new iPhone as a ploy to get it out of his pocket. An AD immediately swooped in and got him on set in such a way he couldn’t immediately get it back. “They worked it concert.” (x)

Jensen would like Tom Hardy to play him in a British Supernatural adaptation (x)

Jensen says representation with the character of Carlos was important from the start and he’s impressed with the actor. #spnorl  (x)  Jensen: (for the show) I’m most excited to see what you guys think of the twists (x)  Jensen: we are not throwing away 15 years of established canon. #spnorl #thewinchesters (x)  Jensen: (someone mentioned) that John didn’t know about hunting until after Mary died. My answer was “oh I am fully aware” #spnorl (x)

.@JensenAckles : I'm well aware John didn't know about hunting. We're not throwing away 15 years of canon.  (x)

Fan: what do you love most about your kids Jensen: unprovoked I love yous… arrow cupped my face and said ‘I love you’ and immediately wanted to be put down. She wanted nothing but to purely tell me she loved me. Zeppelin & JJ do it too. #spnorl  (x)

Jensen only has one pet: “A 16 year old part blind mostly deaf 20 pound mitt. Watching him now is equally sad and entertaining. He runs into walls. Not full force just a thunk. What do you do? He’s just running around running into shit. I’m like ‘aw your dogs broken’” #spnorl  (x)  Jensen: he will stare at his bowls and walk away and I’m like, idk if he knew what he was doing just now. Like he’s full blown dementia. It’s sad but as soon as I pick him up he’s right into my neck. He knows it’s his dad. #spnorl (x)

Jensen says that Anthony Starr told him he was prepared not to like him but in the end Anthony said he really fucking likes him  #SPNORL #Spnorlando  (x)

Jensen tried hard not to drop the ball and especially not to do anything that can be misconstrued as ego or drama to The Boys. #spnorl (x)  Anthony said he was prepared not to like Jensen (a year after the fact). Jensen asked how he did. It made him happy when Anthony said “I really fucking like you man”. #spnorl (x) Jensen loved the set and crew. They’re good people and Kripke laid the groundwork to help them know not to worry. (x)

Jensen: The Boys is Kripke Unleashed. We always knew his mind was like that and now you do too lol #spnorl  (x)

Jensen finished shooting a new Batman voicing two weeks ago #spnorl (x)

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#Jensen Ackles #SPNORL2022 #ORLCon2022 #Zeppelin Bram Ackles #Arrow Rhodes Ackles #JJ Ackles #Icarus #*

[collectivedirective]

In defense of Rapple

Before I say anything I know how this looks. You can argue that the need to defend a ship against being potentially-incestuous is in itself the coup de grace. That’s fair, and I don’t really have a counter to that. This defense is strictly for the books, arguing that Raven and Apple are not related.

The defendant stand accused:

In the original story of Snow White, EQ is Snow White's stepmother. If EQ has a child with Snow's father, then that child will be Snow's half-sister. And then, by extension, Apple's aunt.

Here is my attempt to disprove this:

First off, it is relevant to mention that there are multiple royal families with the surname Charming. (thanks @mrangeldevil !)

Operating under this family tree, we make the assumption that the world of EAH conforms to the irl interpretation of the fairy tale. In EAH, the stories repeat exactly the same as the ones that came before them. If not exactly the same, then in the very least the most important aspects, such as key events and family relations.

However, the EAH fairy tales diverge significantly from the irl fairy tale. If there are so many differences between the irl fairytale and that of EAH, who’s to say that Apple and Raven’s relations couldn’t be another change?

Here are a few differences I can name off the top of my head.

The first difference I see from irl Snow White and EAH Snow White is the difference in age. The IRL interpretation of Snow White begins when the White princess is 14 years old. Apple White is 16. 

Here are some screenshots from Raven Queens storybook future:

Instead of disguising herself, Raven presents herself as she is. Raven doesn’t have just one poisoned apple, she has an entire basketful. 

Furthermore, Raven's exile is suspicious.

If we are to believe the EAH tale is the same as the one in our world, then Apple has been exiled, potentially even has a bounty on her head. Raven would be the new crown princess, or something similar depending on the monarchy system they operate under. If Raven, the crown princess, poisons Apple, an exiled princess, why would anyone have a problem with it? 

Maybe you argue that the people turned against her because they love Apple, and are angry that she was unjustly exiled. Raven still has magic! Amplified magic, mind you, when she signs the book. She is more than powerful enough to hold her ground, we know that from Way Too Wonderland. In the IRL tale, the only reason EQ sees punishment is at the jurisdiction of another royal: Snow White's prince.

So how has this mob overpowered the crown princess? And why are they the ones tasked with carrying out justice?

Let's consider the next generation of tales.

Take a look at this family tree for a moment. See anything weird?

Raven would have been tasked with stealing Snow White's man. Apple’s father.

Bizarre as this arrangement is, this could potentially make sense as a political marriage. But even then, Apple’s father doesn’t have an obligation to procreate with Raven, since he already has an heir.

“What if the Prince Charming thought his daughter was gone because of the poisoning/banishment?” This also doesn’t work, since the Prince Charming dies before his daughter ever runs away. His death is the only way EQ is able to make an attempt on her life, after all.

But while we’re talking about Prince Charming, let's run with the assumption that there is only one Good King and only one Charming family. Let's say Raven and Apple are indeed related.

If that’s the case, then I must inform you that both Daring x Apple and Darling x Apple are ALSO incest! Except, instead of half-sisters, they are cousins at BEST and SIBLINGS at WORST.

Because then we have to assume that Prince Charming is a member of the Charming royal family. Now, it’s possible that their marriage turned Snow White into the new Queen Charming, going from this:

To this:

Which means we ALSO must add the Charming children!

If we continue to go further with this assumption, then every succeeding generation of EAH fairy tales is at an increasing risk of incest, if they are restricting to procreating with their fairy tale assigned SO. 

Considering all the differences between the EAH fairytale and the irl fairytale, plus the complicated logistics of how their story would work, I believe Apple and Raven are NOT related. Here is my alternate family tree suggestion:

EQ and Snow White are royals of equal age. They are not related. They are something akin to frenemies or rivals, as implied in Dragon Games. EQ envies Snow White for her beauty. She meets with Snow to hang out, gives her the poisoned apple, and Snow falls into her coma. At some time during the coma, EQ gives birth to a baby girl. Snow is revived by the Prince’s kiss, EQ is punished, and then Snow has her own daughter with the Prince. Rinse and repeat, clean and simple.

Snow and EQ do not have the same father. You can replace their S/O’s with any random royale you want. It’s so much simpler and easier this way to figure out workarounds, so that the next generation of tales don’t have to date their cousin or half-sibling. Though, I guess that would be more accurate to reality.

#ever after high #raven queen #apple white #rapple #dapple #raven x apple #darling x apple #fairy tale retelling #family tree #eah #eah ships #eah apple #eah raven #if I got something wrong please do not massacre me