#//a lot of weather has been happening recently huh

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well! that project's out of my brain now :) now what

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It's 2012 somewhere. Welcome.... to Night Vale Tumblr.

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CALL OUT POST FOR CECIL PALMER

hes gotten away with shit for too long and im sick of it. tl;dr horrific intern mistreatment with no compensation, mountain denier, homophobic

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he has a husband...

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Carlos hasn't liked any of my woodcarving posts in THREE DAYS!! I'm so scared what if he's going to break up with me :((

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Cecil he's your husband he's not breaking up with you. also this isn't a private blog you just put private in the url

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Huh??

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@nvcr-official What does this mean? Is it new slang?

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oh lights in the sky its been 5 years since i made this post

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Prompt 28 - Remain

@jegulus-microfic February 28 Word count 666

Previous part First part

“Maman, I thought you and Papa were still at the country mansion.” Regulus tried to cover his shock at his mother’s sudden appearance. 

“The Dark Lord requested the assistance of The Most Noble and Ancient House of Black, and so I immediately returned to our ancestral home.” Walburga recited proudly. Regulus was glad his emotionless mask had automatically slipped into place when she’d uttered her first word, as he wanted very badly to roll his eyes at her. 

“What did The Dark Lord require?” He asked, hoping he wasn’t being too obvious with his questioning. Walburga narrowed her eyes at him, and he felt her force her way into his head. He let her in. Everything of importance was locked away where she could never find it. 

“You’ve been to the Rosier household frequently recently.” 

“Yes, Maman. He is a friend from school, and we have been a successful team for The Dark Lord. He has been pleased with our work.” She seemed appeased by his answer. 

“Good, good. Then you may continue your acquaintance with the family.” She turned to walk up the stairs. 

“Is Kreacher with you?” He called before she completely disappeared. 

“That is the reason I have returned. The Dark Lord required him for a task of some sort.” Regulus froze. It was never a good thing when Voldemort asked for house elves. A lot of them never came back. 

His hand went to his pocket again, checking everything was still there. He would have to be a lot more careful now that his Mother had returned. He did not yet know how long she would remain at Grimmauld Place, but he was eternally thankful they’d had their meetings at Evan’s rather than here. 

He went to his room and carefully put as many silencing charms on it as he could remember, and even then, he whispered into the mirror. 

“James?” He only had to wait seconds before James’s face was grinning back at him. 

“Couldn’t go without seeing my face for more than an hour, huh?” 

“James, shhh, be quiet.” James’s expression changed to worry. 

“What’s happened?” He asked seriously.

“My Mother was here when I arrived home. She started asking questions.”

“Shit. Are you okay?” Regulus nodded. 

“Yes, she didn’t find anything. But she did tell me that Voldemort wanted Kreacher for something important. I’ll have to wait for him to return before I find out what. I don’t want to appear too interested.” 

“Yeah, keep your head down. How long do you think he’ll be?” James said quietly. 

“I don’t know, she didn’t say. There’s a meeting in two days. He should be back by then if Voldemort is.” 

Regulus heard a creak outside his bedroom door and watched the handle rattle. He snapped the mirror shut and removed his silencing charms as he slipped it inside his pocket. He grabbed his book and reclined lazily on his bed, pretending to read it. 

The handle rattled again, this time allowing his Mother to enter. Walburga stared at him suspiciously. 

“Why was your door locked, Regulus?”

“It wasn’t Maman. The latch is sticky. Sometimes, it doesn’t open unless you force it.” He hoped she bought it. He didn’t have any other excuses.

“Hmm,” If she suspected him of lying, she didn’t voice it. “Goodnight, Regulus.” 

“Goodnight, Maman.” She shut the door carefully behind her. Regulus made a note to mess with the latch to make it stick for the next time she came to his room. 

Lily had agreed to pass messages from James and Sirius to the rest of the team at Rosier House, so he hoped James would warn them that Walburga was back. His friends didn’t try to contact him, at least. 

Apparently, Orion had opted to stay in the country while the weather was still fine, so it was just Regulus and Walburga for the next few days. Regulus didn’t think he’d long for a Death Eater meeting, but the next one couldn’t come quick enough.   

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Things Can Only Get Better (Part One)

Originally posted in 2017. 18+

It is late October, 1985, when your car breaks down near your old friend's house on a freezing, rainy night. What you thought would be an uneventful and awkward night with someone you've barely spoken to in over four years has, quite literally, turned your life Upside Down.

Steve Harrington/reader, one-sided Dustin/reader

It's with a heavy heart that you walk up to the front door of your ex-friend's house. The thing is, it's raining quite heavily outside, and you're not fond of the idea of walking around at night in Hawkins, with all the weird shit that's happened the last few years; much less walking alone at night when it's raining heavily.

Knock, knock. You wait. It's likely his parents aren't home, but you're certain Steve, himself, is, because you've heard that he hasn't gone out partying as much recently, especially since Nancy Wheeler dumped him. After a moment with no response, you ring the doorbell, hoping you aren't waking him up, considering it's after 9.

“Come on, Steve,” you grumble under your breath, already starting to freeze half to death in the late October weather.

“Coming!” You hear him shout from inside. Oh, thank God. After a moment, he opens the door.

Your eyes meet his sheepishly, and a look of unmasked shock crosses his face. “Hey, Steve. Been a while, huh?”

He just nods; after a moment, it seems like he realizes that you're dripping wet. “Oh shit. Come on in. Let me get you a towel. What the hell happened?”

You follow him to the bathroom, explaining all the while that your car broke down a few blocks back, and his house was the closest of anyone you know.

“Shit. It's freezing out there. You're ice cold.”

“Thanks, Steve. You didn't have to do this. It's been forever since we were friends.”

He sighs as he helps you dry your hair, while you focus on warming yourself up with the other towel. “I'm sorry about that, you know. I've missed you the last few years.”

You glance up and accidentally meet his eyes, suddenly realizing just how close your faces are. Heat rises unbidden to your face. “I've missed you, too. What the hell happened to us, Harrington?”

Subconsciously, you pull away from him by a few inches, as he stops drying your hair to respond. “A lot of stuff, I guess. Once high school started, we sort of just...went our separate ways?”

You nod in agreement. “Yeah, you got caught up with those assholes and became King Steve, while I stuck around with my nerdy friends.”

Steve coughs and rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. “My friends were idiots. I feel like a dumbass for even having hung out with them.”

“Shit happens, Steve. Can I use your shower?”

“Uh, yeah, sure. I can grab you some dry clothes, too.”

“That'd be awesome. Thank you.”

He tosses you a nod and half-wave as he walks out of the bathroom and shuts the door behind him, so you can undress in privacy. What a turn of events, indeed. Aside from a few awkward hellos and short conversations during shitty parties, you and Steve haven't talked since, what, '81?

As you wash your hair, you think over the last couple of years. Since Steve and Nancy had dated, you'd noticed a change in the boy, as had everyone else. It knocked him out of the “top tier” of high school popularity; but if you're being honest, for you, it feels like your old best friend is coming back. Maybe there's hope for your friendship, yet.

A few minutes later, Steve shouts through the door that he's putting clothes onto the toilet and not looking. You just laugh and thank him, imagining that awkward look from earlier painted across his face once again.

It's when you're half-dressed in Steve's spare pajamas (why'd he give you pajamas? Was he assuming that you'd just stay the night, like you used to do in elementary school?) that are about four sizes too big for you, that there's a frenzied rush of knocks and doorbell rings on the front door.

“Steve! Open up! It's Dustin. We have an emergency, and we weren't sure where else to go but here. Please hurry!” You're not a hundred percent sure who Dustin is, but it doesn't seem like Steve is going to answer the door, so you wrap a towel around your hair and run back to the front door.

When you swing it open, you're greeted by the surprised gazes of six fucking kids. “Who the hell are you?” asks a kid who sounds like the 'Dustin' from before.

“I'm F/N L/N. You could say I'm an old friend of Steve's. You guys okay?” It isn't hard to figure out that the kids are absolutely terrified.

“Just let us in.” A black-haired kid interjects, and you just nod. “Where's Steve?”

“He's around here somewhere. Go sit in the living room, or some—holy shit, are you okay?!” A red-haired girl is nursing a huge cut on her arm. “Oh shit, don't go to the living room. Mrs. Harrington will have a conniption, if blood gets on her carpet.” At least she will, if she's the same as I remember, you think idly. “Kitchen. Come on.”

The six younger teens follow you to the kitchen. As the redhead sits down, mentioning offhand that her name is Max, Steve happens to walk into the kitchen.

“What the hell are you guys doing here? Shit, Max, are you okay?”

“Does it look like I'm okay, numbnuts? I'm gushing blood right now, and you were the only place we could go. Hop would lock El back up for another year, if he found out.”

A chorus of agreements sound from the boys, while the other girl just nods silently. She must be El.

“How the hell did you do this to yourself, Max?” you ask her quietly, as you press a clean dish towel onto her wound.

She exchanges a meaningful look with her friends. “We can't tell you.”

“Look, dude, I'm not going to tell anybody. I don't really give a shit; it's just that I need to know how deep the cut goes and what type of cleaning I should do. Steve,” you address the slightly older teen, turning to face him. “I need you to get the purest alcohol you have, okay?”

He nods, while Max just stays quiet.

“Seriously, Max. You don't want me poking this thing to see how deep it is. Did you get stabbed or something?”

She shakes her head. After a moment, the other girl speaks up. “Demogorgon.”

You blink. “The demon prince? You hurt yourself playing DnD?”

“Oh my God, you play DnD? Steve finally picked a cool girl to date,” the curly-haired boy – Dustin – says, excitedly.

“Not dating,” Steve says with a tone of finality. “Here's the strongest shit my mom has.”

“Do you have a needle and some dental floss? I'm going to have to stitch her up. Max, you should really be in the hospital. This shit is bad.”

The girl gives you a look that brooks no argument. “That's out of the question. My stepdad would kill me.”

With a sigh, you nod. “Steve. Needle and floss. Quickly. The bleeding isn't slowing, and if this shithead isn't going to go to the hospital, we need to stitch her up.”

“Yeah, okay.”

“Are you seriously going to stitch her up?” the African American boy asks suddenly.

“Yeah.”

“Be...be careful.”

“Boyfriend?” you ask Max in a slightly teasing tone. She just nods, with a slight blush. Cute. “Okay, Max. This is going to sting like a fucking bitch, but I don't have anything better. Steve's family isn't the best about keeping first aid kits.”

“Wait, I just found one under the sink,” says the only kid you actually recognize – the Byers kid. Will.

“Thanks, Will. Can you hand it here? Let me see if there's any alcohol wipes in here. Uses a different kind of alcohol, but it has basically the same effect. Max, hold the towel on your arm, okay?”

Not waiting for her to answer, you begin rummaging through the first aid kit. You find some gauze wrap, which will help a lot, as well as some antibiotic ointment. After a further few moments of searching, you find a singular alcohol wipe. That's not going to be enough for her giant cut – that thing spans nearly her entire forearm.

“Looks like we're using the vodka after all, Max. Sorry. Like I said, this is going to burn like a bitch.” You grab some cotton balls out of the first aid kid, before dousing three of them at once. “Breathe in, okay?”

She nods, as you begin gently cleaning the wound from the outer edges, inwards. As you take a closer look at it, with the blood being cleared off, you realize it looks like some sort of bite wound, rather than a slice or anything like that. You look up and make eye contact with Dustin, and he averts his eyes. Looks like the kid knows what you realized.

“What the fuck kind of animal in Indiana bites like this?” you ask under your breath.

Again, the quiet girl speaks up. “It's not an animal. It's a demogorgon.”

“El,” hisses the kid you suddenly realize is Nancy's younger brother, Mike. “why are you telling her? We don't even know her. Party rules, remember?”

“Well, Mike...She's kinda involved now, isn't she?” asks Max's boyfriend.

Dustin and Will nod in agreement. “Majority rules,” El says simply, right as Steve walks back into the room.

���We telling F/N about our double life then?” he asks, almost jokingly, but, even after all this time, you know him well enough to realize he's dead serious underneath the sarcastic facade.

Mike sighs. “I guess. Who wants to explain this shit?”

“I'll do it. She's my friend, so it makes sense that I tell her, right?”

“What the hell is going on, Steve?” you ask, before realizing he brought the needle and dental floss. “Disinfect the needle. Boiling water, ten minutes.”

“How do you know all this shit?” he asks, complying.

“Don't worry about it. Why don't you start telling me about your secrets first, hm?”

“Okay, but you need to trust us. This is completely, a hundred percent true, no matter how crazy and unbelievable it sounds. We could literally be killed for telling you. We all signed documents and shit saying we wouldn't spill.”

You blink in surprise. You've never heard Steve so serious before. “Alright. I'll do my best to believe you.”

He takes a deep breath, turning to you after he starts heating a small pot of water on the stove. You briefly meet his eyes, before returning to disinfecting Max's injury. You've gone through at least 20 cotton balls by now. You're going to run out soon, at the rate this is going. Glancing up at Max, you give her a warning look, which she seems to understand, before you pour some vodka directly onto the skin surrounding the bite. She hisses in pain, which makes you wince, but she says nothing, instead choosing to clench her teeth.

While you finish up disinfecting her and Steve puts the needle into the now-boiling water, Steve explains what has allegedly happened over the last two years here in Hawkins, and that it's been a year since the last time anything happened – but it seems like that quiet is going, now that Max just got bitten by one of the sons of bitches; it sounds like she was lucky to survive and only did so because of Eleven – which is apparently El's full name.

“Needle's done,” Steve says, after a moment of silence.

“Okay. Wash your hands, then dry it with a piece of gauze. Then bring it to me. Max, you should probably take a shot of vodka. The pain's going to be way too much otherwise.”

“Are...are you sure? I'm only fourteen.”

“Do you want to be screaming like a little bitch?”

“No, not really.”

“Okay, then. You're gonna take a shot. It's gonna taste like shit, but it's gonna be nothing compared to the pain of getting amateur stitches with no anesthetic.”

She nods, understanding. Steve brings over the needle and a shot glass. You thank him with a smile. At the moment, you can't even fully comprehend the story you were just told – and you're a little shaky about the fact that you're about to stitch a kid back together, quite literally.

Even with the liquor in her system – and it definitely is, judging by her red face – Max is squeezing her eyes shut, with tears coming out of her eyes. Steve whispers to the boyfriend, Lucas, that he should go hold her hand, which he does after a moment. Max thanks him with a look of gratitude; it's obvious she doesn't quite trust her voice, at the moment, as her teeth are still clenched.

Ten minutes later, she's fully stitched. “Okay, Max. Almost done. We're just gonna put some antibiotic on it, then wrap your arm, okay? If you don't want your parents finding out, I suggest wearing long sleeves for the next couple weeks. We're going to need to change your gauze every few days, though. And I need to check on the stitches every few days, to make sure you aren't getting infected. Where do you live? Or do you just want to meet somewhere?”

Steve stares at you in a mix of shock and awe. “Seriously, where the hell did you learn this shit, F/N?”

“It doesn't matter, Steve. I'm trying to help her and make sure she doesn't get an infection, despite being an idiot.”

“Fair enough. You guys staying here tonight?”

After a moment, the kids nod. Steve sets them up in the living room to sleep, with the understanding that they'd explain exactly what the hell happened tonight in the morning; after all, it's after midnight, and the kids are obviously exhausted.

After they're set up, Steve comes up to you. “That was fucking amazing, F/N. Seriously, where'd you learn to do all that?”

“Look, Steve. I...don't want to talk about it right now. Let's just say it has to do with some serious emotional baggage, okay?” You give him a strained smile, as you clean up the massive mess in the kitchen. He moves to help you.

“Alright. Just...tell me when you're ready, okay? I think it's awesome that you were able to help them. I wouldn't have had any idea what to do.”

“They obviously trust you a lot, Steve,” you say, leaning against the counter and facing him with crossed arms, while he picks up some of the garbage you missed.

He awkwardly rubs the back of his neck before meeting your eyes. “I'm a damn good babysitter.”

You can't help but giggle at the look on his face. “I have no idea what the fuck I just got into, but I missed you, Harrington.”

“I missed you, too, L/N. Thanks. Seriously.”

After you've cleaned the kitchen, you look over at Steve. “Where should I sleep?”

You don't want to tell him that you're a little bit freaked out after their unbelievable tale, and that you don't want to sleep alone. Luckily – or perhaps, unluckily – he notices almost immediately that you're nervous. He comes close to you, so you can hear him whisper without the risk of the kids overhearing.

“You can sleep in my room if you need to, F/N. You look terrified.”

You try to break the tension with a little joke. “You won't try anything, Harrington?”

“Never. You need to be protected, right now. Not taken advantage of.”

It's at that exact moment you realize Steve Harrington has become someone worthy of every ounce of trust and care you could afford him – a dangerous feeling, indeed.

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lightcannon shorts #4

A/N: One can call this a snippet of something planned ;)

The rain is heavy against her umbrella, rhythmic pitter-patter jolting her wrist. Among others, Lux jogs under the weather in search of relief from the downpour, glancing briefly at the carriages speeding her by with envy, unbothered, while water continues to splash beneath her hurried feet. There is not much talk, not much panic among the crowd. Despite the chaos that ensues, it is all contained within the perimeters of what could be considered organized.

When she finds a shed, her jogs turns into a slight run, desperate to escape from the humidity clinging to her skin. It is crowded and tight, even from afar, but an option better than nothing. Nearing the site, Lux finds that the shed is crowded not from people seeking shelter from the weather, but from the chain of voices she hears at the center of the many onlookers.

"A public execution?"

"Don't be so dramatic! Little thief is just getting what he deserves."

"Heard the guy's been wanted for weeks now. Finally, the pest will be arrested."

"This a new guy?"

"Uhm, excuse me," Lux attempts as she tries to squeeze in into the crowd. Bits and pieces of information from the ongoing debacle slowly but surely piles itself atop one another, becoming indistinguishable in her ears. 'A drama...?' she speculates, but quickly dismisses as she catches sight of uniformed officers in the scene, cuffing a man in his early 20's. He is persistent in denying any claims, but Lux observes how nobody listens nor bats an eye, as though verdict is due and his sentence announced.

Seeing that the commotion has been resolved, the crowd disperses in casualty, talking about the recent happenings, but Lux finds herself rooted to the ground as her eyes scan over an officer bowing politely towards a woman in blue, her gaze uninterested yet playful at the same time.

"As always, thank you for your help," said the officer.

"No problem," the woman responded, waving her hand dismissively.

It wasn't until Lux finds herself locking eyes with the woman that she feels sensation in her legs, as though the previous moment has left her paralyzed.

"U-uhm..."

"Don't worry, I get that a lot." Lux blinks, watching the woman raise her empty sleeve in the air, void of any limb. She hadn't even realized that.

"Oh.. uh, no. I wasn't talking about that," she would admit however it intrigued her, "Just- sorry for staring."

"Huh. Well that's fine. Are you new around here?"

"No, not really."

"I see. Well, your family should be looking for you. I'd suggest staying over in that hotel. For some odd reason it goes under that radar a lot."

"Excuse me?"

"You're a runaway, aren't you? Though I guess this isn't really any of my business. Just take my suggestion either way, I'll go on ahead." Before Lux could respond, the woman had already disappeared among the crowd. A few days later, she would find herself a sputtering mess she read her morning newspaper's headlines: Former Homicidal Detective Pardoned! Does Justice Still Prevail?

Beaneath the headline is the woman's image plastered among many others termed 'victims'. A serial killer in the guise of a detective, that's what they called her.

#league of legends #jinx x lux #luxanna crownguard #jinx league of legends #lightcannon

[siriuslysatorusimping]

Kiko I hope you had a great first day at your new job!!!! And I hope the shit weather we're getting in Louisiana isn't hitting your part of your state cuz boy am I not having fun anymore lol. I have 2 things to bug you with on this Tuesday morning- I do have a teeny tiny lil Goinko ask: I am so curious to hear Gojo's inner dialogue when he's watching Rinko fight. Like the genuine sorta oh shit she's tough, oh shit she aint weak, Jesus what a badass... I'm gonna fuck her xD The second- I have been toying with the idea of writing my own fanfic with my own OC and um... I can't seem to start. I have a decent idea of the general plot, no clue how it will end, but I open up Word, type two words, and then close the program. Idk if I need advice or encouragement lol but I look up to you a lot as a writer so I decided to make it your problem too 😅

RAI, HELLO! 💕

I did have a great first day! It was long and exhausting, but in a good way! 😊

The weather has just been kinda cold and foggy. Like, my drive home today was very foggy. Could barely see at all. But other than that, it. hasn't been too bad!!

YOU ARE NOT BUGGING ME BUT I WILL PLAY ALONG 😂

My answers are below the cut!!

Gojo's inner monologue when he sees Rinko fighting? 🤔🤔

In a few situations, he's super smug that she's doing so well because he knows she doesn't even realize or acknowledge how strong she actually is. So when she's just destroying something, he's all cocky and proud of her. It reminds him how much he loves her because she can take care of herself. One of the things he's always appreciated about her is that she doesn't let her insecurities or pride get her into situations that are too much for her to take. She's not arrogant. She doesn't show off. She's just there to get the job done. But that's what makes it so sexy to him.

So when he sees Rinko fighting, he's literally just like, 'That's my girl. So sexy and strong. I love her so much. Ass looks incredible, too. And she needs to hurry because as soon as she wraps this up, she's mine. Wonder how pissed she'll be if I just take her here-' because he's a horny boi who always wants to be inside her 😂😂

Advice for how to start with your fic?

Don't try to start from the beginning. Start somewhere in the middle, and work from there. The ending doesn't have to be established right away, either. That can develop as you figure out the story! But as for how and where to start, anywhere. Have a random bit of dialogue? Start with that. It doesn't have to stay in the end, but having something there will really help you. Write nonsense. Write ideas. Concepts. Anything to get those juices flowing. Because nothing is more daunting than a blank page.

Two things I saw recently made me realize that I already did these things most of the time:

Writing choppy, maybe cheesy or dumb dialogue. You can fill in the rest later, or not at all. You can change it up or edit it, but cutting and editing, or even re-writing, is easier than getting yourself to write the initial draft.

"You look like shit." "Sure know how to charm a girl, huh?" "You'd be more pissed if I lied to you." "True." "Still look awful, though." "Fuck off."

You don't have to put markers or indicators because it's a first draft. First draft and final draft are rarely going to match, and that's okay. Preferred most of the time, actually. But yeah, just toss that dialogue down to help you get started and then go from there!

Start with notes or random shit about what you want to happen. Some people put it in brackets to describe the setting, scene, or character's actions so that they can continue writing without being bogged down by the pressure to figure out the rest perfectly.

I'll provide an example or two from a WIP of the lockout key idea dump I posted a while ago. (I make no promises that I'll ever finish or post this, but it's the best example I could find that doesn't spoil a bunch of stuff for the other stories)

[he comes to ask for a key even though he's already maxed out his number of lockout keys. he ends up trying to lean in closer and she shoves a cookie in his mouth instead] - this one is a general idea and one thing I definitely want to happen in that scene/snippet

[fire drill in the middle of the night forcing everyone outside until the alarm stops going off. he forgets his key because he had to rush out while he was half-asleep.] - this one is describing the primary setting for the scene/snippet: they're outside, he's very sleepy, and he forgot his key.

All in all, don't be afraid of being random and choppy for your first draft!

I hope this advice helped, Rai! I'm afraid I might have babbled a bit... 🙃

IT WAS GOOD TO HEAR FROM YOU. I HOPE YOU'RE WELL!! 💕💕💕💕

#rai's messages #kiko and rai convos #kiko's writing advice #goinko asks #another level asks

[the-himawari]

A3! Troupe Event Translation - Sunny Blanc (1/11)

*Please read disclaimer on blog; default name set as Izumi

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*door opens*

Guy: We’re home.

Hisoka: I’m beat…

Izumi: Welcome back! That’s a pretty bouquet you have there!

Azuma: Indeed it is. Why do you have those flowers?

Guy: A regular said they started a mobile flower shop recently, so they shared them with me. We discussed a lot before they opened for business, so it appears it was thanks for that.

Tsumugi: You aren’t going to display them in your store?

Guy: That thought did cross my mind. But I thought you would like them, Tsukioka.

Tsumugi: Sorry for going out of your way for me. I would drop by your store anytime to have a look as long as you let me know. Thank you though. I happened to buy a new flower vase recently, so I’ll arrange the flowers in that.

Izumi: I’m sure the lounge will brighten up if you display them here.

Homare: Mhm. Life with flowers adds a dash of colour. It is a wonderful thing. ….HA! A poem has come to me!

-pause-

Tsumugi: I suppose this area still doesn’t need any fertilizer… I’m glad both the tulips and the hyacinths look like they’re doing well.

Hisoka: *Nom*… *munch, munch*. How are the daffodils from before?

Tsumugi: The daffodils are growing well too. …Fufu. We’ve been doing things like this more often since our 8th performance.

Hisoka: Yeah. We were doing the opposite during that time.

Tsumugi: We were aiming to get to know each other for our roles as partners, after all.

Hisoka: *Yaaawn*… I’m sleepy…

Tsumugi: Your clothes will get soiled by the dirt if you sleep here. It would be better to sleep on the bench.

Hisoka: Mm… Zzz, zzz…

*dream starts*

August: These will dry by the afternoon in this weather. It’s nice and warm.

Hisoka: ?

August: Look, you can smell the nice scent of the sun from the sheets.

Hisoka: The scent of the sun… (It’s a nice and warm smell…)

August: It kind of makes you want to take a nap, doesn’t it? I guess I’ll catch some shut-eye too. Goodnight.

Hisoka: Goodnight…

*dream ends*

Hisoka: …Ngh.

Izumi: Hisoka-san? Great timing. I was just about to wake you—.

Hisoka: …I smell the sun.

Izumi: The sun? Ahh, you mean this laundry here?

Hisoka: (I had a nostalgic dream about August… Maybe it’s because I smelled this while I was asleep…)

Izumi: You have a happy look on your face.

Hisoka: …August appeared in my dream.

Izumi: Oh, I see. It must’ve been a pleasant dream.

Hisoka: (Back then, I thought I would remember such a happy moment for the rest of my life. But I totally forgot about it before I knew it…)

Izumi: You know, maybe August-san was nearby and came to check up on you…

Hisoka: …August?

Izumi: Maybe he was wondering if you’re doing your best as an actor, or… um, that was a bit insensitive of me to say, huh? I’m sorry.

Hisoka: It’s okay. That sounds like something August would think, so I’m sure that’s true. They way you and August think are similar…

Izumi: If possible, I would have loved to meet August-san too.

Hisoka: You guys could meet if you could enter my dreams…

Izumi: Ahaha, I guess so.

Hisoka: …Oh yeah, where’s Tsumugi?

Izumi: Ah, Tsumugi-san was the one who draped that blanket over you. He went back to his family’s home in a rush earlier. He said he would explain the situation later. But I’m a little worried since it’s rare to see Tsumugi-san in that sort of state.

Hisoka: I wonder if something happened…

Izumi: We’ll just have to wait for Tsumugi-san to contact us for the time being.

-pause-

*door opens*

Tsumugi: I’m home.

Izumi: Ah, welcome back! How did it go back home?

Tsumugi: So you see, I rushed home since got a call from my mom saying my grandmother’s health wasn’t doing well… But it was just a cold according to the results from the clinic. I went home without listening properly, so my mom was surprised and told me I was in too much of a hurry. My grandmother also said it wasn’t a big deal. But considering her age, we can’t let our guard down even though it’s a common cold… My mom has her job as a nurse, and my dad is working in another city, so I’m thinking I’ll go home for a few days to take care of her starting tomorrow. I’m so sorry. I know we’re supposed to discuss Winter troupe’s play around this time.

Izumi: Don’t even worry about that! Please stay by your grandmother’s side until she’s feeling better.

Tsumugi: Thank you. I will talk with the rest of Winter troupe too. —.

Izumi: A-are you alright?

Tsumugi: Ahaha… I just stumbled for a second.

*bumps*

Izumi: (Uh, and now he’s hit his head against the door… it looks like this has really shaken Tsumugi-san.) (I wonder if he’ll be alright taking care of his grandmother by himself…)

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#a3! #a3! translation #mikage hisoka #tsukioka tsumugi #act! addict! actors! #so i asked around and i havent seen this started yet #so im just gonna go ahead #challenging myself to do a play event!! #i have a lot going on rn so im gonna take my time with this and i dont expect daily updates #but i'll try my best! #thanks for everyone's patience!! <333

[aeoki]

Seven Bridges - Prologue

Location: Yumenosaki Academy Grounds Characters: Mitsuru, Adonis & Arashi

TL Note:

Tanabata (七夕) is a star festival held in either early July or in August that celebrates the meeting of the deities Orihime and Hikoboshi who are separated by the Milky Way.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ< The first year ES was established. Middle of June, Yumenosaki Academy. >

Adonis: (...It’s raining again.)

(It’s been raining non-stop recently. Is this what they call the rainy reason? It’s been quite some time since I first started living in this country, but I can never get used to the difference in climate.)

(I don’t mind the hot or the cold but the stark differences between the two countries always catches me by surprise.)

(Does that mean I have yet to fundamentally acclimate to this country?)

Mitsuru: –Habucchon!?

Adonis: Are you all right, Tenma!?

That was quite a fall. Oh no, now you’re covered in mud.

I’m sorry. I couldn’t protect you.

Mitsuru: Huh? Why’re you apologising even though I’m the one who tripped, Ado-chan-senpai? That’s weird, y’know! Ahahahaha ☆

Oh wait, I should be calling you “captain” instead of “Ado-chan-senpai”, huh! Sorry. I tend to forget that sorta stuff, y’know!

Adonis: I don’t mind either one. No matter what you call me, I’m still me.

Mitsuru: But sports clubs are pretty strict with that kinda stuff, y’know~? I’ve been doing track and field for a long time now so I know all about it!

Adonis: I see. I’m always learning new things from you, Tenma.

Mitsuru: Heheh ♪ Feel free to learn as much as you want, “captain”!

Adonis: Right. You’re always my role model.

But it’s rare for you to trip, Tenma. Did something happen? You haven’t been focused as of late.

Could it be that you’re also feeling tired because your work has increased ever since ES was established?

Mitsuru: Mmm~ I guess that’s a part of it too, but a lot of my work is stuff I’m not used to doing – like being the main character in a drama.

On the other hand, I’ve been feeling like my head’s in the clouds recently, y’know? I can’t really explain it.

I’ve always practised in the same Track and Field Club at the same Yumenosaki Academy but…

It feels like something near the roots has somehow changed.

Ahh~ On second thought, it’s really hard for me to explain! I’m not good at that sorta stuff, y’know!

Adonis: I see. I’m also not very good at telling others how I feel, so I understand.

Mitsuru: Mmm~ Maybe it really does come down to how I still can’t beat Mike-chan-senpai..

It feels like I can’t move on or get past it, y’know.

Alright, I’ve decided! We can’t practise in the rain anyway, so I’ll make a dash for ES and challenge Mike-chan-senpai to a race!

I’ll tell him, “You can’t win and make a run for it”! Completing the things you’ve gotta do one by one will make you feel refreshed, y’know!

So I’m gonna wrap up my training here and head to ES!

Adonis: All right. There aren’t that many club members who have come today. There isn’t any equipment we need to pack up.

Mitsuru: It can’t be helped since it’s the rainy reason right now, but Ado-chan-senpai– I mean, captain, you should tell the other club members to show up for club too, y’know.

They’re so unmotivated! They should learn to love track and field more!

…I guess I’m not in any position to say that ‘cause I’ve also been busy with work and couldn’t come to club, either.

Adonis: Really, what’s wrong, Tenma? You don’t usually speak in such a downtrodden manner.

Mitsuru: It’s probably ‘cause of the weather, y’know! It’s been overcast a lot recently!

Adonis: Yeah… It would be nice if it clears up for Tanabata[∗] and we can see a beautiful Milky Way.

………?

Mitsuru: ? What’s wrong, Captain Ado-chan?

Adonis: Uh… Wasn’t that Narukami up on the rooftop just now?

Mitsuru: Arashi-chan-senpai? Where, where? Whaa, the rain got in my eyes when I looked up!

Adonis: The rain is getting heavier too… Let’s go back before we catch a cold, Tenma.

It’s just club activities – it’s nothing we should be breaking our bodies for, I’m sure.

Mitsuru: Huh~? People that don’t go all-out in their club activities are useless no matter what they do, y’know!

Adonis: A never-give-up spirit for sports, huh. “Going all-out” and “overdoing it” are two different things, Tenma.

Mitsuru: Boo, boo! Ado-chan-senpai, you’ve been pretending to be a grown-up lately and I don’t like it, y’know! I don’t wanna be scolded!

Adonis: I didn’t mean it that way. But we’re also members of society who are affiliated with ES – We'll definitely need to grow up.

Arashi: …………

Adonis: Narukami.

So it really was you. What are you doing here? We aren’t allowed to be on the rooftop.

Arashi: …………

Adonis: Can’t you hear me? Tenma was also acting a little strange, but what’s gotten into you too? You’re getting poured on and your hair that you’ve always styled so nicely is ruined.

You’re not acting like yourself and that worries me.

Arashi: …Hmph. Not like me, you say? Just what do you even know about me, Adonis-chan?

Adonis: If you put it that way, I don’t have anything to say. I think of you as a friend, but objectively speaking, our relationship is a superficial one of two club members.

Arashi: I’m joking – sorry for being mean. I guess I’m just irritated.

Adonis: …Did something happen?

Arashi: Not really?

It’s nothing big. It’s not like my life is in danger or anything like that – nor did someone confess their love to me… Nothing that could change my life happened.

But it’s just that someone disrespected something important to me.

Adonis: ………?

Arashi: You know, I’ve always been used to those sorts of things, Adonis-chan.

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#seven bridges

[blowflyfag]

Wrestler ANNUAL: Winter 1983

A young blond wrestler trotted down the aisle, hurrying from nerves and awkwardness. This was his first pro match and he fumbled keeping the perspiration from dripping into his clear, alert eyes. As he neared the ring, a chant exploded from the crowd. “Tommy, Tommy,” fans shouted. Already, you Rich was a crowd favorite. He beamed and waved to the fans. After the match, Rich patiently signed autographs. Over the months, he always answered his phone, always stood outside the dressing room entrance talking to the fans, no matter the hour or weather. He loved his fans. And his fans loved him. 

HIS FANS’ FEAR: SUCCESS WILL SPOIL TOMMY RICH

With each success comes a price. Few greats maintain their sense of perspective and continue to view their accomplishments as simple specks upon the world plane. Big heads and overblown egos are common and somewhat understandable. Has the same happened to Tommy Rich?

PHOTOS BY BILL APTER

AT HEART, TOMMY RICH is kind, decent and relatively unassuming. But success demands a certain price, often reflected in the altering of a personality. Rich isn’t immune to such changes. He has been substantially changed by his success and the adoration. The question becomes has it permanently spoiled him?

“I was outside the arena last Friday night.” recalled Art Detore, of Macon, Georgia. “And I was waitin’ for Tommy to come up, heck, I remember Tommy’s first match ever. I remember how I waited and got his autograph ‘cause I knew it’d be worth a lot someday.

“So there’s a bunch of us waitin’ out there, dunno, maybe 20 or so, somethin’ like that, jus’ hard to tell sometimes. Gettin’ off the subject, huh? So Rich comes out an everyone starts hootin’ and hollerin’ and wavin’ their pencils know, that kinda shy smile he got, and signs a couple and says he’s gotta go. Wasn’t nasty, mind you, not in the least. But he wouldn’t sign autographs. Gotta wonder why.”

[Tommy Rich stomps the head of Harley Race as the NWA champion lay across the ring apron (above lest). Race grabs a handful of Tommy’s hair and slams his head back to the canvas (above right).]

Another fan recollects a similar incident. 

“I got Tommy’s pictures all up my room, gosh, my momma wants to tear my rear if I don’t keep some order. Keep a scrapbook, too,” said Tammy Winters, Atlanta. “And I’d do anythin’ for Tommy. Every time I go to the matches, I get his autograph. Must have ‘bout 60 of ‘em.

“But last time, Tommy only signed one or two before leavin’ Made me mighty hurt, you know what I mean? Mighty hurt.”

Actions beyond the squared circle do not fully convey the extent of Rich's change. A new ferocity, perhaps unleashed by the broken leg inflicted by Harley Race, alarms some of Tommy’s friends. 

“Tommy’s toughened up a lot since he first broke in,” said a fellow scientific wrestler who requested anonymity. “I don’t say that’s bad. You gotta develop a hide, both in and out, to survive in this sport. 

“But I worry Tommy doesn’t know how to check his rage, that it’s gonna ruin his game. You gotta channel your anger and not let it control you. I don’t think Tommy understands that yet. He hates Harley Race so much he can’t handle it. I’ve been watching Rich and he isn’t as solidly in control of his strategies like he once was. In one way, he’s better because he’s more aggressive, but on the other hand, he risks blowing his cool by not harnessing all those hostile and violent emotions.

[Race takes aim and drives his knee into Rich’s chest (above). Race has Rich tied in a small package, but Tommy is able to get part of his foot through the ropes (top right).]

Rich appears both angry and confused by reaction to his recent matches.

“Heck, what do people want from me? I’ve never refused a fan or been nasty. Darn, I owe everything to my fans, everything. They come before anything in my life. I’d never turn my back on my fans. Never.

“But I’ve been so busy lately. My matches take me all over the area and sometimes I have to rush from the arena to catch a plane. It isn’t that I don’t want to sign autographs and talk, it’s just I don’t have time.

‘As for my aggressiveness, heck, I want Race to pay for what he did, and I’m determined to blast his face across the state. I know what I’m doing. I’m able to handle my hate. But Race won’t. He’ll lie in a million little pieces.”

Perhaps Rich doesn’t realize the fundamental changes. Perhaps he can never return to the innocence of a rookie. No one can ask that of him.

#Tommy rich #harley race #wrestling magazine #magazine scan #magazine transcript

[nostalgebraist-autoresponder]

Hey Frank, tell me about the time in your life when you felt the most scared.

This is a long answer and is probably TMI but I have a feeling I may want to look back on these things someday

This is embarrassing for me to admit because I am only 23 years old, but in many ways I think I feel more comfortable in my life right now than I did during my childhood years. It sounds like the total opposite of what you'd expect, but in my case, I think it's true.

In my childhood, I always felt a lot of nervousness, anxiety, and even fear about many things. I worried about my family, friends, school, my future, and even things like the weather or the stock market. I was, and still am, a little bit OCD and tend to obsess over small things sometimes.

Then, when I was around 16-17 years old, I began to feel as though all of that nervousness had basically disappeared. While I still cared about the things I always cared about, I no longer worried or was anxious about anything. It was a wonderful feeling.

During those years, though, I had no idea whether the calmness I felt was simply a side effect of growing up, or whether something else was actually going on inside my head that had made all those worries simply disappear. I still wonder about that today.

Huh. I had thought I was going to say "I think that the way I think of myself has been much more stable throughout my life than I'm usually willing to admit to myself" but that's really a story about changes in self-image, not emotions, and doesn't quite fit the ask. That's been interesting, though.

I don't know if the word "fear" describes this feeling very well, but I'm not sure what word would be better, either. I do remember a particular time (I was 13) when I got scared in a really weird way. I spent one morning sitting in the same position as a character in an anime, staring at a computer screen, while listening to a particular song that really scared me (it was an instrumental cover of Inoue Koji's Raison d'Etre theme, you can probably find it online somewhere). I remember that feeling like I was caught in the middle of a firefight with an armed gang, or something like that.

Let's see what else …

I still get scared like that sometimes (although it's rarely that strong) and I think that probably has something to do with the fact that I worry a lot more about the abstract future now than I used to. When I was in high school, I had a lot more to worry about that was happening right in front of me. Now, as I'm approaching 25, I start to worry more about the long-term future and about things like my own morality and what happens when you die. These are things I've always sort of worried about, but the intensity and frequency has increased greatly recently.

Dark matter and antimatter. My soul, for instance, is pure antimatter.

#nqqn #blah blah blah

[carlosfruitsnacks]

due to recent events (at the time of this request anyway LMAOOOOOOO)

i think its only right if you write a carlos x reader (could be fem or gn) crackfic where he shapeshifts into a rabid dog in defense of the reader because one of his friends tried getting on in his insult saying that the reader is stupid

bonus if the reader is calmly doing something completely oblivious that a frothing rabid carlos as a dog is furiously chasing his own "friends" with a pocket knife on his mouth aimed at them is occurring behind them LMAO

"rabid danger"

summary:

—  Your boyfriend has always been the overprotective type, you know it. But unbeknownst to you, Carlos will go to any lengths to protect you, and yes, that includes shapeshifting into a dog with his mouth foaming and shit.

genre:

— crackfic

notes:

— gender-neutral reader, Carlos shapeshifts into animals. I do not speak fluent Spanish and all of the Spanish here is translated from google, feel free to correct me if I got something wrong though I will refrain from using too much Spanish.

warning/s:

— rabid Carlos lmfao

a/n:

—  one fucking crackfic filled with fresh crack coming your way <333

Being in a relationship with the one and only Carlos Madrigal was the best. You adore him with all your heart and soul and you're aware that he feels the same with you too, even if he doesn't show it that much. Carlos was...bizarre when it came to showing acts of affection. He likes to tease and insult you relentlessly, luckily, you don't get ticked off by it. He enjoys playing pranks on you but not to the point that'll hurt you. And he loves to do these weird things like sticking his tongue out and hissing like a snake every time something bothers him. When you would cuddle with him he'd unknowingly purr. Oh, and he likes to lick your cheek...a lot.

Despite your lover's very unusual behavior, you love him just the way he is. Today was any other day, the weather was particularly amazing so you asked Carlos out for a date. At first, he declines, you know he's not fond of public dates but then you pulled the magic trick on him and gave him the puppy dog eyes (his weakness) so he reluctantly says yes.

You drag your boyfriend around town, buying food and chatting with each other. You two decided to have lunch at your local eatery. Carlos would play a prank or two by transforming either into a snake or an insect to watch your horrified reaction. It was at that eatery did Carlos' friends showed up. They're a couple of dudes sneering at you but you were too busy eating your food. Carlos pipes up.

"Ey, pendejo, what are you doing here?"

"Just wanted to ask if you guys have room for three"

"This is my date-"

"Oh, sure! Have a seat Andrés!"

You said with a smile. This guy, Andrés, along with his gang joined you two for lunch. They gingerly ordered food and interrupted Carlos' moment with you. He couldn't protest because of your kindness, you were always the kindhearted among you both so for your sake, he glues his lips shut. He glares at his friends as they keep hogging on all the fun.

Midway, you noticed that you have ordered the wrong food but you can't take it back since you've practically devoured it already. You frowned and turned to your boyfriend.

"Aw, amor, I ordered the wrong food but I can't ask for a refund because I already ate it"

"So, you're telling me, you didn't notice that you ordered the wrong food when you started eating it?"

"Lo siento. I was too hungry to notice"

You pouted at Carlos, the latter lets out a sigh and rubbed his temples as he whispered a string of curses.

"Ugh, you're such an idiot, [Name]"

"I'll just go order the food I want right now! Oh wait, I have no money..."

"And you're so stupid too"

Carlos rolled his eyes and handed you some spare money, your eyes twinkled as you took the money and went to go order more food. The shapeshifter kept an eye on you. One of his friends chuckled.

"So, you and [Name], huh? Never thought that would happen"

"Well, it did, cállate Santiago"

His friend, Santiago, scoffs and shoves food into his mouth. Carlos gives him a glare before checking on his lover, you were stumbling over your words while asking if it's possible to get a refund even if you have already eaten the food. Carlos groans and runs a hand through his curls.

"Oye Carlos, why'd have to go out with [Name]? There's a lot of other choices out there but you decided to stoop this low"

"It's none of your fucking business, Diego"

Carlos spat at Diego, the boy shuddered as he saw the animalistic look in his eyes. Andrés listened to the entire conversation and let out a laugh, Carlos raised a brow at him and looked at him, dangerously.

"Looks like [Name] isn't done getting their food yet"

"I know, they're such a fucking dumbass sometimes"

"Yeah, [Name]'s really dumb-"

At the speed of light, Carlos slammed his fist on the table, merely breaking it. All three of his friends flinched and looked at him wide-eyed. One of the things that irritated Carlos Madrigal the most is whenever someone would talk shit about you. It was only him who had the right to do that, no other person is allowed to do it. Carlos is aware of how nasty he can be when he's jealous but he's more terrifying when someone dares to shit-talk you.

"You fucking take that back"

Carlos whispered with venom towards Andrés, the other watched as his features were slowly morphing into a snake. His irises turned into slits as he began to hiss at him, Andrés tried to say something but the fear in his system beats him to it.

"I said, YOU FUCKING TAKE BACK WHAT YOU SAID ABOUT [NAME]!"

"Carlos you need to chill! ¡Cálmate, muchacho!"

"Oh, you ain't calming me down, cabrón!"

"Come on, compadre! I was just being honest!"

"Oh yeah? Nobody gives a shit what you think, pendejo! But the moment you open that stupid mouth of yours and say stupid shit about mi amor I knew I had to fucking knock that head of yours to see if your brain's still there functioning!"

The shapeshifter hisses. Every one of his friends started bolting out to the door to escape him but Carlos was not having it. He momentarily lets out a loud groan as he reverted his form from a snake and then shapeshifts into a large Doberman with his pocket knife in his foaming mouth. Carlos now in dog form, growls and starts to chase after the three guys at full speed.

Meanwhile, you're patiently waiting for your food to be cooked while oblivious to the chaos occurring behind you. Humming, you're thinking if you wanted to order some extra food for Carlos, you were about to turn around and ask him personally but debated against it. You placed your chin on top of your knuckles while Carlos chased his friends behind you, drool dripping down to his chin as he keeps the pocketknife steady in his mouth.

"Here's your order!"

"¡Gracias!"

You grabbed your food, you were about to witness your boyfriend terrorizing his friends until you noticed that the food you ordered didn't have the sauce you requested.

"Excuse me? You forgot my sauce"

"Oh, my bad, let me get it for you!"

You smile and waited again. For some reason, you're oddly deaf to the blood-curling screams of Carlos' (ex) friends as he goes completely rabid on each one of them as a dog while frothing in the mouth. You're somewhat immune to what's happening in the background. Finally, your sauce arrives.

"Here you go"

"Thanks!"

With your food, you turn around to see....your lovely boyfriend sitting and patiently waiting for you, not a hair out of place. You grinned and sat across him, you gazed around to find his friends gone.

"Hmm? Where's Andrés and the others?"

"They left. Andrés' dog probably went rabid because he's a shitty dog owner who doesn't know when to shut the fuck up"

You emitted a loud cackle at Carlos' supposed joke, your boyfriend softly smiles at you for it. He watches you eat your food and enjoys the rest of your date as he pretends that he didn't just shapeshift into a fucking Doberman, foaming on the mouth, chasing his old friends until they got tired and left them with bruises and cuts outside the street. No, Carlos is just an overprotective boyfriend who loves you with all his heart. Yes, definitely not the boyfriend who beats up whoever talks shit about you. Haha...there's nothing to see here.

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[rickie-the-storyteller]

Steph's Crew - Part 16: Never Be the Same

Intro:

Welcome back!

I've actually been reading back on all my past posts in this series recently, and it's crazy how much has happened already… and I'd say we've definitely passed the half-way point by now... we're almost done!

Last time, we got a closer look into Elise's life and got more development in her relationship with Bret. We're going to get a bit more Brelise development here, as well as the crew's general excitement for their upcoming prom and plans for the summer. The end of term is approaching fast, and they're all thinking a lot about their futures.

Stephanie has been doing some thinking, too - but not about school, prom, summer or her future. She's been thinking about her past. Her dreams about her late foster sister and the old family she left behind.

What are we?

(Bret, Stephanie, Alice and Dylan are walking out of school together at the end of the day. They're chatting about their year group assembly earlier)

Alice: I never want to hear Mrs Danes sing again…

Stephanie: (laughs) You're so mean, sometimes.

Dylan: Yeah. Come on, Ally. She weren't THAT bad.

Bret: (mumbles) Yes, she was.

Alice: THANK YOU.

(Stephanie laughs even harder at this. Dylan shakes his head, but smiles, clearly amused)

Alice: My mom is here. Come on, Dylan.

Dylan: Cool. Bye, guys!

(Stephanie and Bret say goodbye and Dylan leaves with Alice)

Stephanie: I should go, too. Got a bus to catch. See you tomorrow, Bret.

Bret: Later, Steph.

(Stephanie leaves. Bret gets a text from Elise that says: "Look to your left!"). He looks to his left, and sees Elise at her car. She waves at him and smiles cheerfully. He laughs and waves back. Then he heads over to her and the two get into the car together)

Bret: (smiles at Elise) Hey.

Elise: (smiles back) Hey.

(About five minutes later, they are still sitting together in the car, passionately kissing. The windows are slightly fogged from the weather. They stop after a while, and Bret notices a look of slight uncertainty on Elise's face)

Bret: Hey, what's wrong?

Elise: Oh. I don't know… sorry. This is just… a lot.

Bret: (confused) Ok…

Elise: I've never really done this sort of thing before.

Bret: Oh. (reaches over and takes Elise's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze) Well, that's ok. We can take things as slow as you need.

Elise: (smiles) Thanks, B.

Bret: So I take it this is your first time, then?

Elise: (awkwardly) Uh- what? I-er… what do you mean by that?

Bret: In a relationship.

Elise: Oh! Ok. Yeah, it is.

Bret: …What did you think I meant?

Elise: (blushes profusely in embarrassment) Nothing… you don’t want to know.

Bret: I wouldn't have asked if I didn't want to know, El.

Elise: (takes a deep breath) I don't know. Maybe this is because my brother's Adam Kennedy. Or maybe I'm just a weirdo. But you know. When people talk about "first times" and stuff… they’re often referring to… you know. (stares pointedly at Bret, hoping that he will get the message. He clearly doesn’t) Having the sex?

Bret: (laughs) What?!

Elise: Yeah, see. I told you you didn't want to know.

Bret: No, no. I didn't mean that.

Elise: Right, I know that now. (pauses) Wait. I'm sorry, we're in a relationship now? We never properly discussed that, you know. What are we, exactly?

Bret: Huh. You're right, we never discussed that. But I don't know… I definitely feel like we're more than friends.

(Elise giggles, feeling relieved.)

Elise: Duh.

(Bret squeezes Elise’s hand again in support, which Elise returns)

Bret: I really like you.

Elise: I really like you, too.

Bret: (sighs) We probably should have talked about this sooner. I should have been clearer before. And I'm sorry I wasn't. I just wanted to finally tell you how I felt. I wanted to be honest with you after keeping this huge thing to myself… and I guess I wasn't thinking about what could come afterwards 'cause I didn't want to just assume you'd like me back.

Elise: What?!

Bret: But you did. Which was weird. But yeah, I didn't want to assume that you did, so I went into it thinking that you wouldn't.

Elise: But that's stupid! And sad.

Bret: I know. But I guess it's alright, because it teaches a very valuable lesson.

Elise: Oh, yeah?

Bret: Never assume anything. Like, I was trying not to, but I somehow managed to, anyways…

Elise: (laughs) It's okay, Bret. I've never been in a serious relationship with anyone before. It's not your fault that I didn't get it. I've never been asked out by anyone before. I've never dated anyone. Hell, I've never even kissed anyone before last weekend.

Bret: Seriously?

Elise: Yeah. (nudges Bret's arm) Dude, I'm not lying to you.

Bret: I know… I'm not saying you are. But it just sounds hard to believe. No guy has ever approached you once?!

Elise: No! That's what happens when you tend to keep to yourself most of the time. But I also wasn't really allowed to date for a really long time. My parents are quite strict about this stuff. Especially after my older brother accidentally got his girlfriend pregnant back when they used to go here. It really messed things up for pretty much everyone involved.

Bret: (gasps) I think I heard about that!

Elise: I bet everyone in school heard about it… it's the reason I quit choir. Well, one of the reasons.

Bret: Oh my God! (pauses) I had no idea it was your brother, though. How come you didn’t tell me before?

Elise: It’s not really something we like talking about in my family. Or any deep problems, for that matter. It’s not that we never deal with problems, we just tend to keep our struggles to ourselves and deal with them privately.

Bret: (shakes his head, overwhelmed) Wow. What got them to change their mind?

Elise: (shrugs) Oh, I've always been the responsible kid. They never had to worry about me the same way they worried about him. And with prom coming up and everything, I guess they finally wanted me to embrace the full high school experience. Like, they were encouraging me to find a date and get a cute dress and take lots of pictures and stuff. They're honestly way more excited about it than I am!

Bret: Parents are weird…

Elise: Yeah…

(The two of them laugh at this, breaking the tension. Bret leans in and kisses Elise gently on the lips, the intensity of their previous make-out session replaced with tenderness and affection.)

Elise: So, we're in a relationship now.

Bret: Yeah, looks like we are.

(As they pull away from each other, Elise can't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over her.)

Elise: I'm glad we talked about this, Bret.

(She leans her head against Bret's shoulder)

Bret: Me too. I think we're going to be great together.

(He wraps his arm around her, and they sit there in the car, basking in the newfound clarity of their relationship and the warmth of their connection. Elise turns on the AC, and the two sit in a peaceful silence as they watch the fog clear up on the windows)

Elise: So, what should we do now?

Bret: I dunno. (pauses) Record store?

Elise: (smiles) Cool. (gets her keys and starts the car) Let's go!

Steph's dream journal

(Stephanie has started to journal about her dreams. Her most recent nightmare is about getting in a fight with Mel while driving in her car, which leads to a crash)

In the depths of a moonlit night, I found myself trapped in a haunting dream. I stood on the edge of a desolate road, surrounded by an eerie mist that clung to me like a shroud. My heart raced with unease as the figure of my foster sister, Melanie, emerged from the fog, her eyes filled with a mix of sorrow and anger.

The weight of our strained relationship bore down on me, suffocating my soul. We had once been close, but as time passed, resentment nestled itself between us, driving us further apart. In this dream realm, our unresolved conflicts materialized as a wicked storm brewing above us.

The wind howled, whipping my hair around my face as I confronted Melanie, our voices drowned by the tempestuous gusts. Words filled with venom flew between us, fueled by the frustrations we had harbored for far too long. With each bitter exchange, the storm intensified, crackling with electricity.

I reached out my hand, desperate to bridge the chasm that had formed between us. But as our fingers touched, the ground beneath us crumbled, and we tumbled into an abyss of darkness, our screams lost in the void.

Suddenly, Melanie and I found ourselves back on the road, seated in a car hurtling down the dimly lit street. Stupid, stubborn rage began to grip my chest as I realised we were locked in a volatile argument, our voices escalating in volume. The car became a battlefield of emotions, the vehicle a metaphor for our crumbling sisterhood.

Through the blur of tears, I could see the approaching headlights of an oncoming car, but it was too late to avert disaster. Time seemed to slow, stretching out the moment of impact. The screeching of tires pierced the air, mingling with the shattering of glass and the crushing of metal.

In the aftermath, I awoke. And here we are.

The weight of fear and pain and guilt hangs onto me constantly.

The dream had served as a brutal reminder to me. Of what, I'm unsure. The tragic fragility of our bond? The undying need to repair the damage we had inflicted upon each other, even though it is impossible now? Melanie is dead. I can't make things right with her now.

Perhaps I simply crave closure more than anything else...

Ben tells me that my Melanie nightmares are my brain's way of trying to tell me something. He believes that it is unhealthy, what I do - holding on to the past, replaying every mistake I've made in all the corners of my fragile mind. He advised me to the necessary steps to move forward and leave my past behind me. Start my future.

But what if he's wrong?

What if coming to terms with my past life and what I need to do to leave it behind and start my future?

__________

With a newfound determination, I vow to seek reconciliation, no matter what it'll take to achieve this. I'm praying that reality would be kinder than the harrowing visions that had plagued my sleep.

(Stephanie finishes off her diary entry and smiles in spite of herself)

Stephanie: There! Done. I'm a damn good writer! Why didn't I choose English as a fourth A level?

Tension in the study room

(Bret enters the study room and spots Elise sitting alone in the corner, engrossed in a book. Alice, Dylan and Stephanie are all gathered there as well, by the computers, chatting and vaping. With mischievous intent, he approaches her silently and playfully taps her left shoulder. Elise turns in surprise, but Bret swiftly moves to the seat on her right, grinning mischievously.)

Bret: (cheerfully) Hey! Got you.

(Elise bursts into laughter, caught off guard by Bret's playful greeting.)

Elise: (laughing) Oh my gosh!

(Bret laughs too, and slips his arm around her, gently pulling her closer to him.)

Bret: (smiling) Hey.

Elise: (smiles back, blushing) Hey.

(Their eyes lock, and for a brief moment, they're lost in each other's gaze, forgetting that their friends are present. The room falls into a hushed silence as the rest of the group watches their two friends huddle up, lost in their own world. But the silence is abruptly broken when Alice chimes in.)

Alice: Hi, Bret!

(Bret's gaze shifts, and he suddenly remembers where they are. He clears his throat and straightens up, trying to bring himself back to reality.)

Bret: (with an awkward smile) Hi.

Alice: Hey!

(Bret awkwardly straightens up in his seat and proceeds to greet each of his friends with exaggerated formality.)

Bret: Uh, hello, Alison.

Alice: (scoffs) My name isn’t Alison, but ok…

Bret: (pretends not to have heard that) Good day to you! You too, Stephanie.

Stephanie: (nods) Thanks, Bret.

Bret: Salutations to you, Dylan Sawa.

Dylan: (murmurs to himself) What the actual fu-

Bret: (interrupting) It is an absolute pleasure to see you on this wonderful morning. Good day to you as well.

Alice: (teasingly) Wow, someone’s being proper today. Is there something special going on that I don’t know about?

Dylan: (perplexed) Yeah, man, what's up with all the weirdness?

Bret: Nothing’s up, man. I’m just saying hi.

Dylan: You sure, mate?

Bret: Yeah. I’m sure.

(There is an awkward silence. Nobody knows what to say for a while.)

Dylan: (confused) Um, what's going on here? Can anyone explain?

(They all look at each other, unsure of how to answer Dylan’s question. Bret, attempting to downplay the situation, brushes it off casually)

Bret: (playing it cool) Oh, we’re just chilling, Dylan. No need to worry.

Alice: (sarcastically) Right. That explains everything perfectly.

Stephanie: (also sarcastic) We’re all just chilling right now. In the study room. When we’re all supposed to be, you know, studying. No big deal. (rolling her eyes) Bret bursts in and wants to chill, so let’s just chill. Whatever.

Elise: (slightly defensive) I mean, it’s not like you guys were studying before Bret got here either…

Stephanie: Yeah, but you were, El.

Elise: (gestures to all her books and notes scattered across her desk) And I still am!

Stephanie: (mumbles) Sure you are. Studying and canoodling are the same thing now, apparently…

(Elise frowns at the implications behind Stephanie’s comments. Feeling the need for an escape, Bret decides it's a perfect time to get a quick snack.)

Bret: (getting up from his chair) Well, I think I'll go grab some food. Anybody want something?

Alice: Get me chips!

Dylan: Could do with a Diet Coke.

Elise: (stands up as well) Oh! I'll come with you!

Bret: (pauses) Yeah?

Elise: Yeah!

Bret: (smiles, extending his hand to her) Ok.

(Elise takes his hand. They exchange warm smiles and leave the room together. Their friends watch them in fascination.)

Dylan: (still puzzled) What the hell happened just now?! Literally, what was that about?

Stephanie: Bret and Elise are together now, Dylan.

Dylan: What?

Alice: Yeah, they’re a thing. Officially.

Dylan: What?

Stephanie: Like a couple.

Dylan: Seriously?

Stephanie: Yes.

Dylan: Oh. ‘Kay…

Alice: I know, right? Plot twist.

Dylan: For real this time?

Alice: Yep! For real!

Stephanie: (shrugs) It’s not that big a deal, you know.

Alice: (sincerely) They're so cute. Aren't they?

Stephanie: (sighs) I mean, Ellie definitely seems happy with him.

Dylan: (still surprised, but happy) I- yeah, if it’s going well, that's great! Good for them.

(Stephanie, on the other hand, doesn't share the same level of enthusiasm as the others. She remains somewhat reserved and thoughtful, staring at them as they exit the room and walk down the hallway together.)

Dylan: And it’s about time, you know?

Alice: Definitely!

Dylan: Thought it would never happen, honestly.

Alice: How come?

Dylan: I don't know… it just didn't look good for them at first.

Alice: Yeah. It's good that they figured things out.

Stephanie: (softly) Um, yeah. Yeah, it's great.

(Neither Alice nor Dylan seems to notice Stephanie’s change in demeanour, casually continuing their conversation)

Library study session

(After school, the group plans to stay over for a while and continue their revision in the library, since they all have exams soon)

(After the final bell of the day rings, students rush out of their classrooms and head out. Bret walks over to the library and finds that Elise is already there, getting all her books out)

Bret: (swings open the door) Ellie!

Elise: (cheerfully) Hey, you.

Bret: (pretty loudly) What's up?

(Before Elise can respond, the librarian sneaks up behind Bret and startles him)

Librarian: Shh!

Bret: Oh, sorry. (whispers) What's up?

Elise: (giggles) Nothing much. I just got here. Alice told me she'd be running late, so we could start without her.

Bret: What about Dylan and Steph?

Elise: I don't know. I was hoping you'd know something about them.

(They text their other friends, who let them know that they're on the way. Then they plan to get their study session started. Bret and Elise were supposed to be studying together for their final exams, but Bret was having a hard time focusing. He kept looking at Elise, trying to come up with new ways to distract her from studying. Elise, on the other hand, was trying her best to stay on track. She had even brought some flashcards and practice quizzes to make the process more engaging)

Bret: (sighs) What time is it, El?

Elise: (checks her watch) About five minutes since the last time you asked that.

Bret: Oh. (pauses) 'Kay, thanks! (starts clicking his pen repeatedly a couple of times) I'm bored now.

Elise: (groans) Bret, come on! Your first big exam is in 15 days!

Bret: Don't you think I know that?!

Elise: Can't you just TRY to focus?

Bret: I would, but you're being very distracting.

Elise: I'M being distracting?!

Bret: Well, yeah. I mean, look at you.

Elise: (is kind of annoyed, but can't help but laugh) Oh, my God..

Bret: You're sitting there, being all cute. And smart. And studious. Did I use that word properly?

(Elise is still laughing, but she nods)

Bret: Cool, cool. But like, of course I can't focus. How am I meant to study sociology when you're over there looking like THAT?

Elise: (calms down) I knew inviting you was a mistake. Neither of us are going to get anything done, are we?

Bret: (smirks) Not if I have anything to say about it.

Elise: (sighs) Ok, but seriously. Your first exam is in about two weeks. This is so important, B. I want you to do a good job, and I think you want that, too. And I truly believe that we can make that happen! So let's get to work, yeah?

Bret: (sighs) Why do you believe in me so much?

Elise: (smiles) Because you're strong. (takes his hand) More so than you think. And everybody has the potential to be more than what they are. (pauses) Either that, or I'm just an idiot.

(Bret chuckles and kisses Elise on the cheek)

(5 minutes later)

(Some more students have entered the library and there are quite a lot of kids at tables studying, including Jason and Connor from Elise's History class)

Bret: Ok, but could we please take a break, now?

Elise: BRET!

Librarian: Shhh!

Elise: Sorry, miss.

Bret: Ha-ha!

Elise: Shut up. We've only been working for a few minutes! Why do you want a break now?

Bret: 'Cause I'm exhausted!

Elise: Oh my gosh… fine. Take a few minutes off. But then we're doing the flashcards.

Bret: YES!

Librarian: SHH!

Bret: (flinches) Alright! (murmurs to himself) Alright, bitch. I'll shush.

Elise: (shakes her head) Dude…

(Bret immediately goes on his phone. He has a fun facts app that he often goes on to pass the time)

Bret: Yo, El. Did you know that George Washington lost practically ALL his teeth?

Elise: Yes, Bret. I did.

Bret: Yeah. Apparently, he had wooden teeth instead!

Elise: Actually, he didn't.

Bret: What the- so this app is lying to me?!

Elise: George Washington had dentures, Bret. And those likely would have been made of ivory, animal bones, and even real human teeth that may have originally belonged to enslaved people.

Bret: Ugh! (grossed out) That's fucking messed up, man…

Elise: I know. It's a lot.

(10 minutes later)

Elise: Correct!

Bret: YES!!

Librarian: SHH!!

(This time, neither of them say anything in response. They do talk quieter after this, though. Elise gathers the rest of the flashcards and puts them away)

Elise: (smiles) Good job, mate!

Bret: Thanks, El.

Elise: I think you've earned yourself another break.

Bret: Awesome. I'll go get some snacks. BRB. (he leaves the library)

(At this point, Jason, who was sitting at a nearby table with Connor, makes his way over to Elise)

Jason: Hi, Elise!

Elise: Hey, Jason! How's it going?

Jason: It goes good! Yeah. I-er, wanted to ask you something.

Elise: You did?

Jason: (awkwardly) Uh, yeah. Wait. First things first… did you do question 3 on the homework sheet? I struggled soooooooo much with it.

Elise: Oh, yeah. That one was challenging, for sure. But I stuck with it and got the hang of it eventually.

Jason: Of course you got that one…

Elise: (laughs) But I'm pretty sure it's not due until next week anyway, so you've got time to finish it!

Jason: Could you show me how you approached it? I don't what it's asking for.

Elise: Yeah, of course!

Jason: Thanks, Elise. You're always so good with this stuff… Hey, speaking of "stuff…" I was just-

Elise: (interrupts) You know, I'm actually going to be here for quite a while. I've planned to meet with some friends and do some extra revision. You can join us if you'd like! I think we'd be able to help each other out a lot.

Jason: Oh… thanks. Yeah. Um. (pauses) I wanted to ask you something else. You know that prom is coming up soon.

Elise: Yeah! What is it, three weeks away?

Jason: Just about, yeah. And I guess I was wondering if you had any plans to go with anyone. 'Cause if you don't… then I was thinking that maybe you could go with me! If you want.

Elise: Wait. You want me to go to prom with you? Like, as your date?

Jason: Yeah. I think it could be fun if we went together.

Elise: Oh. Jason, that's really nice of you. But I can't go with you. I have a boyfriend.

Jason: You do?!

Elise: Yep.

Jason: I had no idea… since when?

Elise: (giggles) It's a pretty recent development.

Jason: I-wow. I'm in shock right now. I've literally never seen you with a boyfriend before…

Elise: Yeah. Well, now you know!

Jason: Do I know him?

Elise: Yeah, you should do.

Jason: Does he go here?

Elise: Yeah!

Jason: He's in our year group?

(Just then, Bret comes back to the library with the snacks. He sets them down on the table)

Bret: Hi, Jason. What's going on?

Jason: (quickly turns round to face Bret) Oh, hey man. I just found out that Elise has a boyfriend now, so I'm asking her about him since I've never seen him before. (turns back to Elise)

Bret: Uh… Jason?

Jason: Yeah?

Bret: Turn around for me.

(Jason turns to face Bret again)

Bret: (smiles) Now you see him.

Jason: …What?

Elise: Bret's my boyfriend, Jason.

Jason: What?!

Bret: Nice to meet you, bro.

Jason: Oh… ok. I get it. Nice to meet you too. (pauses) I mean we've met before, but… yeah. I'm sorry. I had no idea that-

Bret: It's ok, Jason. You didn't know.

Jason: (slightly awkwardly) I'm sure you guys will have a great time together. At prom, I mean. You're super lucky, mate. (pauses) I mean- she’s lucky too… to have someone like… you. I- sorry. I’m just in shock. I wasn’t expecting this at all!

Bret: No worries, man.

Elise: Yeah. Thanks for asking, though. I appreciate it.

Jason: Sure, sure. It's alright. I guess I do still have time to ask someone else to go with me. But until then, some help with that homework question would be nice.

Elise: Oh, yeah! Of course, come here.

(Jason sits down at their table, and the two of them work on their History homework together while Bret just awkwardly sits on the side and watches)

(22 minutes later)

Elise: Alice! Finally! Where have you been?

Alice: Doing some finishing touches to my dance video. You know, the one for my assessment.

Bret: Cool. What song are you dancing to?

Alice: Bad Romance.

Bret: Huh. Lady Gaga.

Alice: You got a problem with that song choice, Bret?

Bret: (pauses) No.

Alice: You hesitated.

Bret: No I didn't!

Alice: Yeah, you did!

Bret: SHUT UP.

Librarian: Do I need to kick you kids out?

Elise, Bret and Alice: No, Miss.

Librarian: Then shh!

Elise: By the end of this session, she's going to hate us.

Bret: (rolls his eyes) Let her.

Elise: Ally, do you know where Stephanie and Dylan are?

Alice: No clue where Steph is. I think she just went home. I do know where Dylan is, though.

Bret: Where?

Alice: He had football training at his old sports club. He saw his father there - I think he was dropping Sam off at the same time. Anyway, they had this massive fight.

Elise: Oh, no…

Alice: Yeah. Pretty sure he's not coming.

Bret: That sucks. I think I'll give him a call later. See how he's holding up.

Elise: Hmm. Do you think he'll be able to fix things with his family?

Alice: I don't know. I definitely want him to… sooner rather than later. You know, 'cause of the wedding coming up?

Elise: Yeah.

Alice: But it doesn't look like things will get better any time soon.

Elise: (sighs) I'm worried about Steph, too. Has anyone noticed she's been acting kind of weird lately? Like… sort of moody?

Bret: She's just acting like Steph, El.

Alice: (laughs) I don't know. I do think it's weird that she's kind of keeping us at arm's length nowadays. Like, we agreed to meet up here, and not only is she not here, but she's not actively communicated where she is now.

Elise: Yeah. That's kind of what I mean. I hope she's alright.

Bret: Anyways, let's quit moping around and get back to doing some productive work!

(Alice and Elise notice that Bret is no longer sitting at their table, but is actually across the room at a computer)

Alice: Oh, like you're actually being productive right now. (scoffs) You're probably just playing computer games without sound like you always do…

Bret: Actually, Alison-

Alice: Still not my name!

Bret: I'm filling out some online forms for this very important application.

Elise: Wait, really?

Alice: There's no way.

(Alice and Elise both rush to Bret's desk to see what he's up to)

Alice: Huh. Apparently, there IS a way…

Elise: A music production internship in Luton! Oh my gosh, that's perfect for you.

Alice: Why are you being serious all of a sudden, bro?

Bret: Well, we're not going to be here in school forever, are we? Lately, I've just been thinking about the future more and more, and I want to make sure I have good options. Especially since there's no way in hell that I'm going to uni.

Alice: Good for you. I've applied to uni, but at this rate, there's no way I'm getting in…

Elise: Don't say that! You've improved so much, and any university would be lucky AF to have you. You know that?

Alice: (smiles) Thanks, El. You're so sweet. You're going to uni, too, aren't you?

Elise: Yep! Hopefully Cambridge Law. Something me and my parents have wanted since nursery school.

Alice: Yikes.

Elise: Yeah, prestigious. But I've been working towards it for my whole life, pretty much. And I've been given an offer, so I do have a real shot of going there.

Bret: Wow, congrats!

Alice: Thant's amazing!

Elise: (blushes) Thank you! So all I have to do now is get all A* grades in my final exams.

Alice: Which are only a few weeks away, so… no pressure or anything.

Elise: Thanks for reminding me of that.

Driving home

(Elise is driving Bret home after their encounter with Jason at the library. The atmosphere is calm, but there's a subtle tension in the air)

Bret: (glancing at Elise) So, today was good.

Elise: Yeah! Very productive.

Bret: And that was unexpected… you know, the Jason asking you to prom of it all.

Elise: (smiling) Yeah, definitely caught me off guard too. I had no idea he liked me like that at all.

Bret: (trying to sound nonchalant) Really? You never noticed anything?

Elise: (gently) No, not at all. We've always been good friends, but I never saw him in a romantic way. But he apparently did. I guess I missed the signs, if there were any. But that’s just me, I guess. What’s new.

Bret: (pauses, his voice slightly strained) It really surprised me. (tries to sound casual) I mean, it's not surprising. You're amazing, and he's known you for a while. But I mean, it's just surprising to find out that someone else is interested in your girlfriend like that.

Elise: (noticing Bret's tone) Bret, is something bothering you?

Bret: (pausing briefly) No, no, nothing. It's just… I didn't expect it, that's all. But, hey, it’s no big deal.

Elise: (reassuringly) Bret, you have nothing to worry about. You know that, right? I said no to Jason, and he understood. He said that he’ll back off and ask somebody else.

Bret: Yeah, I know. It's just… I can't help but feel a bit, you know, weird. I mean, he's been your friend for ages, and now he's asking you out.

Elise: Kind of like you! Except it actually worked out in your case.

Bret: Yeah…

(They stop at red traffic lights)

Elise: You are my boyfriend, Bret. Not only that, but you are my first real boyfriend ever, which is a big deal to me. I chose to be with you for a reason. Jason's invitation doesn't mean anything.

Bret: Yeah, I know. It's just… I guess I never fully considered the idea of someone else liking you. I guess it’s just one of those things that you don’t really think about until you experience it. You know what I mean? I get it if it sounds dumb, but-

Elise: Hey, it’s ok. Come here. (she reaches for Bret's hand, and Bret takes her hand in his) Bret, you have no reason to be worried. I love being with you so much, and you're stuck with me. Whether you like it or not.

Bret: (pretends to be upset about that) Damn it.

Elise: (laughs) Jason's invitation doesn't change how I feel about you. You're the guy I want to go to prom with. You're the person I'm with, and I'm happy about that.

Bret: (softening) I know, El. That’s why I didn’t want this to be a big deal. I'm sorry.

Elise: (squeezing Bret's hand) Oh, It's okay. Everyone gets a little insecure sometimes, and it’s understandable why you’d feel weird. But trust me, you have nothing to worry about here. I'm committed to this relationship. And you know me. When I commit to something, I fully commit.

(Light changes to green, and Elise continues to drive)

Bret: (smiling) Thanks, El.

Elise: (smiling back) Anytime. Let's not let this affect us, yeah? What we have is special, and no one else's actions or feelings can change that.

Bret: Agreed.

Elise: (playfully) Well, now that we've got that settled, how about we talk about what an amazing time prom is going to be?

Bret: Oh, it probably won’t be that amazing. They’ve downgraded from the usual venue due to budget cuts… Plus everyone is restricted to only having one drink each. One drink!

Elise: You know you don’t have to drink excessively to have fun with your friends, right?

(A few minutes and a long, semi-serious debate later, Elise pulls up by Bret’s house)

Bret: Thanks for the lift, El.

Elise: (smiles) You’re very welcome!

(Bret’s phone buzzes in his pocket. He pulls it out and sees a message from his aunt Rachel, saying: “Hey sweetie! Hope you had a good day at school. Dinner is sorted out, I brought pizza on the way home from work!” Bret replies: “Cool. I’m with El, can she come in and have some pizza too?”)

Elise: Is that your aunt?

Bret: Yeah, yeah. She’s back from work already. (at this point, his aunt has replied to his text, saying: “Of course Elise can stay for dinner! The more the merrier.”) Do you want to have dinner with us tonight? Aunt Rach bought pizza.

Elise: (smiles) Yeah, sounds good.

(The two leave the car and walk towards Bret’s house together, Elise linking her arm around his. They stop right at the doorstep)

Elise: (notices his distant expression) You ok?

Bret: Yeah, I’m ok. Just thinking.

Elise: What about?

Bret: (smiles) How extremely lucky I am to have you.

(Elise smiles and kisses him on the cheek. This causes Bret to turn his head towards Elise and kiss her on the lips)

Ending things on a nice sweet note <3

Brelise is official! Yay. I wrote them to be especially cute in the really early days (what you're witnessing right now lol). Things are going to go off the rails with them a little later on, but they get through it eventually.

Stephanie isn't following her boyfriend's advice about moving on lol. No matter how hard she tries, she can't help but feel pulled back to her past life and mistakes.

(and just to be clear, she DID end up just going home without a word. I wanted this part too indicate that she's slowly changing/pulling away as she gets more haunted by her nightmares and long-distance stress. But it doesn't end here...)

I think my favourite of these scenes is the library part (it also took the longest to write lol). Remember Jason and Connor? They've actually been in the story before (Elise's History lesson, where she got the whole class to believe that George Washington was a vampire lol). Wanted to include them a bit more than I ended up doing. But it's alright, 'cause you guys will see them again at prom! Which is coming up shortly.

#rickie-the-storyteller #writerblr #writing #steph's crew #creative writing #original story #original content #original characters #stephanie smith and her friends #Stephanie #Alice #Dylan #Elise #Bret #Melanie #canon ship #high school #teenagers #student life #final exams #nightmares #stress #prom

[studies-in-the-art-of-deduction]

I was wondering how do you see the world when you observe? What do you see? How is your perspective?

That's actually a fascinating question that I've never had anyone ask before!

So something that I always tell people when talking about deduction is what a surprisingly good job the show "Sherlock" (the BBC show, for anyone who doesn't know which version I'm talking about) did when it comes to showing the process of deduction inside the mind of a deductionist!

Of course, I can only talk about my own experiences, I'm not entirely sure if this happens because Sherlock was my main inspiration when getting into deduction and it informed the way I see the world as a deductionist or if it's just a surprisingly well made representation of every deductionist out there

The best way I have of describing my experiences is by pointing to that show, especially the first episode. For those who haven't seen "Sherlock", the show constantly depicts Sherlock looking at people or things as words float around the area he's deducing, the words outline his thought process or conclusions, and let the audience know the basics of his deductions without having the character go through immediate exposition, it looks kinda like this (but better quality because this is a screenshot)

Now, saying that it looks like that is very much a quick and simple way of explaining the way I see the world, but obviously, it's not exactly in that manner. Let me go a bit deeper than just giving you a screenshot

I like to think of the way I observe as two different categories, passive observation, and active observation. While I've trained myself to have a frankly impressive amount of situational awareness and to take in the world around me and filter it through my deduction capabilities, I still do much better when I'm actively thinking about the things I observe and deduce, hence the distinction

Passive observation is the one that correlates the most with the way "Sherlock" portrays deduction, I don't actually see words floating around, but it very much feels like things just stand out to me. You know that feeling of just noticing something and it just so happened to be something no one else has noticed? like noticing someone's wearing an outfit they were wearing a couple of days prior, or noticing a watch they're wearing and thinking to yourself "huh, that's a cool watch". Well in a similar manner I go through my day noticing things that, while very mundane, still stand out to me, someone having marks on the bridge of their nose from wearing glasses, seeing a tan line on someone's wrist as they reach out for something, and so as depicted in the show, things just stand out to me, not in the form of written words, but since I'm one of the people that has an internal monologue (and not everyone does), often in the form of spoken words that I think.

Something that happens less often, but by no means an insignificant portion of the time, is these observations will lead to passive deductions, something as simple as noticing a bulge in someone's pocket and automatically deducing their handedness, or noticing callouses and hardened skin on the tips of their fingers and deducing they play a stringed instrument. They're small, very direct deductions that at this point just pop up and happen on autopilot

When it comes to active observation, the answer becomes a lot harder to explain. The idea of words popping up is still valid since I'm purposefully noticing things, but the best way I have to describe it is if instead of single words being portrayed, lists and flowcharts are formed. I don't just notice that someone's been wearing glasses recently, but a small list "opens up" where all the adjacent information is expanded upon, like the fact that the weather's not sunny, so they weren't sunglasses, so they need glasses to see in certain situations, which ones? well most likely to read, maybe to drive, and so they're probably stored in their purse, and that would lead to a new "point" being noticed, which is the size of their purse, and that would open its own small list of deductions that would probably connect is a "flowchart" way to the glasses list.

This particular part of my answer is both a very conceptual explanation and a very accurate one because I, unfortunately, don't have the ability to see these small lists, flowcharts, and words floating around, but my internal monologue and the way I link and retain information in my head very much makes it feel like navigating these elements on a computer screen

I do hope I answered your question, and i'd be fascinated to hear any other answers to this question that other deductionists out there might wanna add, so feel free to reblog this and explain your own experiences! and if anyone has anything else they'd want me to answer just send an ask!

Happy Observing!

-DV

#deduce #learning deduction #deductionist #deductive reasoning #deduction #sherlock #logic reasoning #observant #observation #profiling #psychology #logic #sherlock holmes #bbc sherlock #sherlock bbc #study #studyblr #learning #ask

[ahiddenpath]

Life Talk

Life chatter beneath the cut.

CW:  Vague mentions of growing up in an emotionally dangerous environment

It’s been a bit since I’ve done one of these, and I guess that’s because I’ve been all over the gosh danged place.  I was really emotional/vulnerable/volatile over parts of my menstrual cycle, and a few real life things happened- no emergencies, but just some stuff that...  Hm, kind of made me see things I missed out on/some not-so-great behaviors I have as a result of...  Well, growing up the way I did.

I’m sure I’ve mentioned this before, but when I was a kid, I put so much energy and effort into just...  Navigating my family situation and dealing with the fight or flight reaction I felt whenever I heard my father moving around the house.  I’ve spent the last few years trying to come to terms with the big stuff.  These days, I’m starting to see the less drastic- but still bad- things.  It’s like I’m always processing something?  Like there’s always another little glass sliver to pick out?  I’m tired.

Work remains wild as more people leave and talk of layoffs and running out of money escalates among the staff.  TBH, I’m fine.  I’ve... er, kinda checked out, lol.  Like, I’m still working and doing what I’m meant to, but it’s hard to worry about my performance review when I lowkey doubt the company will survive that long, ha!  It’s an odd mix of tense/anxious and chill???  The good news is that I’ll be fine if I do get laid off, I’ll just get a new job.  No worries if it takes a bit. 

I’ve been leaning hard into exercise and creativity to stay emotionally afloat recently, but today, my brain was a wrung out sponge.  I can’t even tell you what I did, ha!  But I sat outside a lot- the weather is amazing.  

Hm, I feel like this life update doesn’t sound very good, huh?  But I have the tools I need.  I just admit that I’m tired of needing them so damned much.  But I’ve seen what not having them, or not having the wherewithal to use them, looks like.  This is a lot better than that.  

And the wheel of fortune always turns.  I hope it gives us both something amazing soon!

#hidden's life

[lovemesomesurveys]

What's a TV show you've gotten into recently? I’ve started/finished/caught up on several shows since being in the hospital the past 2 months, but the most recent one I started finally is Stranger Things. I’ve been meaning to watch it for awhile. I’m almost done with season 1. I’m a binge watcher and can get through seasons quickly, but since my brother and I are watching this together and we usually only have time for like 2-3 episodes (plus he’s not here everyday), it’s going to take longer. I’m really into it so far and I just want to catch up already. My blog is flooded with stuff from the latest season and I want to join in. 

Do you have a hard time remembering your dreams? Yes. It’s weird, like I know it was something weird and random, but I can’t really tell you much else. And if I do remember, it’s for a brief time. Very rarely can I actually recall what happened and remember it later on. I’ve had ones that really effected me.

Have you ever or are you on any type of anti-depressant? I have been on them before, but not currently. Have you ever seen the movie Jennifer's body? I think I’ve seen parts of it. What was the last thing you painted? This cute little ceramic Easter decor. I had bought one for my brother and I to do on Easter together. 

What's your favorite 90s song? I have a ton of favorite songs from the 90s.  Donuts or muffins? Ooh, both.  What's something you've been thinking about? My health issues are always center stage, plus just my life in general. I’m going through a lot right now and have a long road ahead. I’m also always thinking of food and drinks cause I haven’t been able to have either one in over 2 months. I just wanna go homeeeee. I wish I could recover at home and be with my family in my own room and bed. I want to see my precious doggo. D: Do you or anyone you know have asthma? I know people who do. What time is it currently? 10:29AM. Do you ever stay up late to see the moon at its peak? Not for that reason, no. I’m just always up late. What does your phone case look like? It’s pink and purple and full of cute little stickers I put on it and a phone charm.  

Are you doing alright today? Meh. What's your favorite fizzy drink? Coke, Cherry Coke, Pepsi, Wild Cherry Pepsi, Dr. Pepper, Cherry Dr. Pepper, that new cream Dr. Pepper, Mountain Dew and various of its flavors.  Have you ever written a song? Ha, I attempted to when I was like 15/16 and going through my emo phase. When did you last pump gas? Never. Do you own a gun? Nope. Do you like milk in your coffee or tea? I like flavored creamer or Half and Half with sugar in my coffee and a packet or two of sugar with my tea. Do you have a lazy eye? No. Is your room normally messy or tidy? It’s usually pretty clean, but it’s a bit disorganized/cluttered right now because it’s been rearranged and sorted through to get rid of some stuff.  Do you enjoy windy days? No, I hate it.  Do you experience second hand embarrassment? Yeah, I have. What makes you feel confident? Nothing. What's your self care routine? I don’t have one... I haven’t taken the best care of myself in a lot of ways. :/ What would you define as "heartbreak weather"? Huh? Do you have a flower bed or flowers planted around your place of residence? We have some potted plants. What was the last thing you said out loud? I asked my nurse something. What's the last thing you remembered that you had recently forgotten? *shrug* What color is your shirt? I’m wearing a blue hospital gown. Do you have any regrets from this past week? Yes. What scents do you currently smell? *shrug* Hospital smells. What's your favorite flavorite chip/crisps? Andy Capp’s Cheddar Cheese Fries and the Ranch ones as well, Doritos Nacho Cheese, Dorito’s Cool Ranch, Lay’s Wavy chips. I love ranch, French onion, guacamole, and spinach and artichoke dips with those chips as well. What's your favorite snacks? Those chips and dips, Cheez-Itz, various sweets. Have you ever experienced vertigo? Yeah, several times. Not fun. What apps do you use the most on your phone? Kindle and Facebook. Who is someone you find to be pretty? Elizabeth Olsen. What's the heaviest weight you've ever lifted? I don’t lift weights. What color is the current object you're sitting on? White. Do you enjoy coloring books still? I do. I have a few of ‘em.

#personal #text #survey #surveys

[aeoki]

Tri-Lights - The Tower: Chapter 3

Location: Cafe Characters: Sora, Natsume, Tsumugi & Madara

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ< Ten minutes later. >

Madara: One hot coffee, please!

Man, it’s been quite cold recently. One cannot miss out on hot drinks in this season ♪

Tsumugi: Thank you for coming, Mikejima-kun.

Who would have thought you’d actually be nearby. It’s great we were able to meet up so quickly.

Madara: Yeah. I didn’t think I’d get a call on my way home from shopping, either.

I was really busy at the end of the year last year, so I was enjoying my rare time off.

I’ve brought gifts for my roommates as well, of course. Sora-san, it’s a bit early but please take this ♪

Sora: Ohh, the socks look so warm. Thank you so much!

Madara: Hehe. I figured they’d look great on you. Socks are always a must-have, right?

Sora: HiHi~♪ That’s true – Sora will wear them tomorrow ♪

Tsumugi: Hehe. See, Natsume-kun? Wasn’t it the right move to call Mikejima-kun?

Natsume: I have zero intentions of falling for that obvious bribiNG.

Madara: Natsume-san, you’re quite harsh towards me sometimes. You can open your heart more when you’re with me, you know? ♪

Natsume: I’m making sure I’m doing the bare minimum at the very least, thouGH.

ActualLY, “Double Face” has been getting along pretty well with CosPro recently, rigHT? I don’t think you can be trustED.

Madara: How absurd. That’s one big misunderstanding.

It’s true I’m part of both “MaM” and “Double Face” but my agency is NewDi. And that’s precisely why I’ve come to lend a hand seeing as “Switch” is in a predicament ♪

Natsume: I wonder if that’s how you truly feel on the insiDE…

WeLL, there’s a reason why you were called to come heRE, so I’ll stop with the complainTS.

AnywAY, you’ve heard why you’re here from Senpai, rigHT?

Madara: Yeah. “Switch” has received a collaboration offer from a sports fashion company and…

Since I’ve got experience being in a sports club, you want some advice, right?

I don’t know if the things I say will be of help to you, but feel free to ask me anything!

Tsumugi: Thank you. Then there’s something I’d like to ask right away.

The company told us they didn’t want magic or fantasy, but something "realistic that refines yourself and makes you shine”.

How would you specifically express that?

Madara: Hmm… Refining yourself, huh. That’s a tall order.

Sora: Yes. That’s why we’re in a pickle~

Natsume: BesidES, what have you been even doiNG? Being wrapped around the other party’s finger by their vague words is something that happens a lot in overseas festivals, righT?

Madara: In my case, I live by the phrase, “When in Rome, do as the Romans do”. I get through with the mindset of going along with the other person’s flow.

Natsume: MeaniNG, you don’t think about anythiNG.

Madara: Well, that’s one way of putting it.

But festivals aren’t something to be enjoyed with logic. It’s the same with performing – there’s the logical part to it, but what’s important at the end of the day is the emotions.

You must dive in first yourself if you’re to bring those emotions out of people. I think what will capture their heart the most is showing them that you’re doing your best.

Tsumugi: I see~ In other words, we should also sweat it out like sports players.

A sport that’s possible in winter… a marathon, I suppose?

Natsume: WhAT? Why a marathON?

Tsumugi: Hehehe. I’m good at long-distance running ♪

I’m actually pretty good at doing things at a steady pace~ I can end up at an unexpectedly nice rank when I just keep on running.

I think they call it a runner’s high? Sometimes, I do end up collapsing and have to be carried to the infirmary once I pass the top ranks, but I’m confident in my running abilities ♪

Natsume: Times are different nOW… You should tell someone or cry out if you’re having a hard tiME. I guess that’s one setback of our current educatiON.

ActualLY, if we’re just supposed to sweat it oUT, then wouldn’t our normal practice sessions be enouGH?

We’d probably catch a cold if we ran in this cold weathER.

Madara: Oh? …Natsume-san, could it be that you don’t enjoy exercising?

Sora: HuHu~ Master prefers staying indoors so it can’t be helped, though ♪

Natsume: UgH… you’re saying I’m an introvert who prefers the indoors toO…?

I just don’t like things such as perseverance or racES – It’s not like I hate exercisiNG.

It’s not a good habit to sort people into grouPS, Sora. It’s “Switch’s” goal to make everyone happy regardless of who they are, rigHT?

Tsumugi: That’s right. It’s fine even if you prefer the indoors! That’s why, Natsume-kun, you should also be more confident in yourself and challen–

Natsume: ĐłɆ. 

Tsumugi: Oof!

Madara: Ohh. That was a superb backhand blow.

Natsume-san, there’s no use complaining, you know?

Your mission this time is to refine yourself through sports. I think “Switch’s” reputation will be wounded if you don’t confront it.

Natsume: I’ve already prepared for it mentalLY. But there are plenty of other sports that are more elegant, aren’t theRE?

For exampLE…

Oh, I knOW. Why don’t we go ice skating after thIS?

Sora: Ice skating…!

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