#( probably read somewhere dogs can't have chocolate )

[punsmaster69]

4/JAN/20XX

"YOU... WANT TO?"

"yeah. let's go shopping."

i can see.

i can walk.

i can speak.

that's all i need.

i'll rest once we're home.

——

"YOU'RE SURE ABOUT THIS."

"yep."

"WE CAN STILL TURN AROUND IF YOU'RE NOT-"

"i'm good. c'mon."

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"OH! LOOK AT THIS ONE."

papyrus held up a plush dog with a bow.

"you want it?"

he turned the stuffed toy in his hands, looking it over again.

"toss it in the basket, then."

"WE'LL HAVE TO SORT THROUGH WHO'S STUFF IS WHOSE."

"eh. i'll just cover it all."

"besides, i've only got a shirt so far."

i pulled the shirt from the bag and held it where he could see it.

"..........."

"𝘉𝘖𝘕𝘌 TO BE WILD..."

"it's cool, right?"

"...DO THEY HAVE OTHER SIZES OF IT?"

"probably. let's look."

it's been easy enough keeping him distracted. though, he questioned why i was opening my phone so much, so i've had to be more discreet about that.

grillbs says setup is going well.

——

paps looked at his phone with a frustrated expression.

"WHY IS 𝘕𝘖𝘉𝘖𝘋𝘠 RESPONDING TO MESSAGES TODAY??"

"dunno. anyway, check out this hat."

"A COWBOY HAT!"

"i'm the 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗳."

"sans serif."

"......"

he set a plastic crown on his head.

"AND I'M PRINCEPYRUS."

"what orders giveth thee, your majesty?"

putting his hand to his chin in thought.

"I COMMAND THEE..."

"TO GIVE ME A HUG!"

"hey, you knocked my hat off."

"IT'S FINE."

"I'LL PICK IT UP IN A SECOND."

behind his back, i checked my phone to check for updates on the party.

grillby said they were done with everything.

go time.

i yawned dramatically.

he immediately snapped to attention and looked at me.

"...LET'S GO HOME."

"THAT'S AN ORDER!"

"can't say no to an order."

——

"feels like we forgot something."

paps paused at the door.

"I DON'T THINK SO...?"

"definitely had to have."

"WHAT DO YOU THINK WE FORGOT?"

he opened the door, revealing the living room to be strung with various birthday-themed decor.

"birthday boy" was marked out from a sign strung on the banister, changed to read "birthday skeleton".

cupcakes with red icing and star sprinkles were neatly displayed on the table.

a big box with a bow slapped on top sat in the center of the room.

"...someone's birthday."

a unanimous,

"Happy birthday, Papyrus!"

he was utterly shocked.

"H-HUH?"

"WAIT, IS IT?!"

whipping out his phone to check the date.

"What? You forgot it was your OWN birthday??"

flowey looked incredulous.

"That's new. Normally you wouldn't have shut up about it all day!"

"and we didn't have spaghetti for breakfast this morning. he even forgot about it being spaghetti day, too."

undyne laughed.

"Sans, you distracted him TOO well. He even forgot what day it was!"

"NO, I..."

"I KNEW WHAT DAY IT WAS, I GUESS THE EVENTS JUST DIDN'T REGISTER THIS TIME."

"WAIT, DISTRACTED?"

"yup."

"I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN THAT YOU WOULDN'T OFFER TO GO SOMEWHERE WITHOUT A MOTIVE."

tori pat the top of the large box.

"Would you like to open your gift?"

mettaton started,

"You mention Gyftmas already being gift-full each birthday..."

and alphys continued.

"B-but it wouldn't feel fair to not get you ANYTHING."

"We got something to help with your stress!"

frisk exclaimed.

papyrus opened the box to a stuffed bear with socks on.

"Socks courtesy of Asgore."

alphys noted.

that bear is almost exactly the size of me.

which i know because he immediately looked at it, at me, then held it up to compare.

"Wow! You might as well replace the whole brother with that."

"It'd be just as mobile, too."

"Now, Flowey. That is not 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘺 nice."

"I'M NOT REPLACING SANS WITH A STUFFED BEAR."

"would you replace me with a real bear?"

"No way. That could never work!"

undyne shook her head.

"A real bear would do stuff like hunt and talk about politics and whatnot. Sans doesn't do any of that."

"It couldn't 𝘱𝘢𝘸sibly replace him."

"......"

"THIS IS UN𝘉𝘌𝘈𝘙ABLE."

——

they forgot to mark which cupcakes were chocolate and which were vanilla, so we got to play flavor roulette.

oh, and frisk gave paps a birthday hat. one of the pointy ones, y'know.

"Just felt necessary."

——

did i mention napstablook's got a birthday playlist going? pretty sick.

——

group board game session. it's what paps requests every year without fail.

usually he and undyne get into a financial deathmatch that lasts all night with that one money game, but he says he wants to do something else later tonight.

they're instead having their yearly deathmatch in a game ironically about the opposite.

i don't think they read the rules cards.

with that statement being applicable both past and present tense, either pronunciation of 'read' works there.

everyone else is, uh. you know.

playing the game as intended.

mostly.

pretty sure flowey is stealing pieces from frisk.

and grillby might be secretly 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 them pieces.

and i think mettaton brought his own branded pieces. and cards that work in his favor.

and i think alphys is still re-explaining the game to tori as they play.

——

[Toriel's handwriting.]

Frisk clapped their hands together.

"Any last things you want before the day's over, birthday skeleton?"

Papyrus sat and thought it over for a moment, before swiveling to point at Sans.

"....?"

"I WANT YOU TO GO TO BED."

"oh."

"let me-"

"NOPE. PLEASE PUT THE JOURNAL DOWN."

"I will finish it for you."

"Goodnight, Sans."

" 'Night, Sans."

He held a surprised and confused look on his face, but shrugged and got up.

"...alright."

"goodnight, i guess."

"EVERYONE."

"THANK YOU FOR BEING HERE. GET HOME SAFELY!"

"Aw. We're leaving?"

Frisk pouted.

"We must go home at some point, my child."

"As soon as I complete this entry for Sans, then we will."

"Have a good night, Papyrus."

"GOODNIGHT!"

Papyrus visited Sans' room, presumably to bid him goodnight.

Oddly, he left Sans' door open when leaving.

He soon bolted out of his own room (Also leaving that door open,) with a book in his hand, and entered back into Sans'.

(He closed the door behind him that time.)

...Requesting a bedtime story, perhaps.

Everyone else has made their way home at this point. Reasonably so, as it is getting quite late. It is certainly time we do as well.

I will leave this on the couch for Sans to find in the morning.

Goodnight.

#undertale #journal #papyrus #sans #toriel #alphys #mettaton

[vainvenus]

⌲;꒰ Billy Showalter Headcannons! ꒱

Random Billy headcannons bc I love him sm!!

→ His favorite color is red and he everything he owns is that bright fucking red (His jacket, notebooks, water bottle, pencils, etc)

→No matter how hot it is he won't take off that damn letterman jacket, it could be 100 degrees and he'll still wear it

→Everyone wonders why Billy wears a letterman jacket even though he doesn't play a sport and he always like; "It looks cool"

→ If he had a crush on someone who wasn't in his usual route for the paper he would wake up extra early just so he could add them into it

→One time he hit Vance in the face with he newspaper on "accident"

→His hair looks honey blonde during the summer but when winter comes around it gets noticeability darker

→Watches Scooby-Doo every morning before school while eating cinnamon toast crunch

→One time he tried to cut his hair on his own and had a bald spot for three weeks

→He takes special care or his hair, washing it every weekend with cherry or strawberry shampoo and conditioner

→He got put in a vote for best hair at school and got ranked at 3rd, Vance got first and Robin got second.

→Was in Boy's Scouts for three years

→Moved from California to Denver

→He's 5'5 but tells everyone he's 5'6 or 5'7

-He's a morning person

→He listens to all kinds of music but he really hates country music

→Doesn't like necklaces because he forgets he's wearing them and freaks out bc he thinks its a bug or snake

→Animals are just attracted to him, on his rides to school he'll most likely be followed by a stray cat

→He's scared of snakes and bugs

→Prefers Fall over all the seasons

→Doesn't like pumpkin spice nor does he get the hype about it

→He loves chocolate and mint like mint chocolate chip ice cream or thin mint cookies

→Prefers French toast sticks over waffles and pancakes

→He doesn't eat the crust when he eats pizza

→He doesn't like onions, if they're on his burger then he won't eat it even if someone tells him to take them off

→He hates sour candy, says that something sweet shouldn't taste sour first

→His favorite kind of candy are jolly ranchers, blue raspberry and cherry are his favorite flavors

→If he splits something in half he's letting you have the bigger piece

-He doesn't like orange juice with the pulp

→His fave soda is Root Beer or Cherry Coca-Cola

→He got his dog for a birthday gift after begging his mom for years

→ His dog's name is Arlo bc I said so!

→He has to have Arlo sleep at the foot of his bed, claiming that he can't sleep if he's not there

→When he takes Arlo to the dog park he pets every dog there and tries to remember them if he sees them again when he comes back

→He uses Arlo as a pillow whenever he's doing his homework or reading comics

→Him and Griffin are best friends

→He takes Griffin on his bike rides to deliver the papers, letting him ride on the back of his bike

→Billy hates olives and Griffin loves them! The Olive Theory <3

→He swears up and down that he has the strongest immune system and then he gets sick as soon as the first day of winter hits

→He doesn't like flying, airplanes make him feel anxious

→He's really good at remembering names, like even people who probably don't know him he just knows everyone

→Whenever he goes shopping with his parents he always wonders off somewhere and has to be called back over the intercom

→Went fishing with his Dad and ended up falling in the water because he couldn't hold onto the fishing pole

→He's really into cars, being able to name any model he sees

→Can't play chess or checkers for shit he's really good at card games his fave to play is blackjack

→He broke his ankle once while riding his bike down a hill

→Really likes ladybugs, rolley pollys and fireflies

#the black phone #the black phone x reader #the black phone headcanons #billy showalter x reader #billy showalter #griffin stagg #bruce yamada #finney blake #vance hopper

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[iamunabletothinkofablogname]

Oo maybe 6? For the ask game :O :D

i treid sleeping i swear- anyways--

Uh this triggered something long, SHIT , you don't have to read it lol sorry QWQ MY DREAMS ARE MOVIES ATP AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA alr well it was a little weird but bassically: me and my fam [even my dad for some reason but not my lil'est sis] were in a barn, and there were a lot of people there also sick, my dad was really sick [to the point where he was laying down, unable to open his eyes], the most sick. He was on one of the hays in the corner, the only one without doctors around him for some reason I was at the entrance of the barn area so I walked forward a bit and I saw a pig/white dog [can't remember], and I walked up to it cause why not. There were 2 men also next to the animal, 1 of them was js there so i dont remember him well, but the other one looked like litterally straight out of the 1890's, he had a tophat and a walking stick for some reason lol. I looked at the animal and made some kind of remark [i forgor, sorry, my memory is shit and i'm writing this at night, probably will continue in the morning], the man laughed and [im going to translate it but it might not make sense, since it was in arabic, which is something i rarely dream in?] said "remember that people and animals are the same [/neg, as in, animalistic], don't view them any different". I just nodded and then walked away, exploring the rest of the place. [although i believed the info] It was mainly just me like looking at the sick peeps and i saw the pig/dog running/jumping around from area to area, also looking at the sick people, pretty quickly, but they still never went to my dads area. [idk why but that was an important detail in the dream lol]. So after i finish inspecting and stuff, my mum tells me we need to go somewhere and we needed to go get stuff [she wasn't specific, and again, it makes more sense in arabic]. So we go, leaving the middle sibling as she became sick and a little tired as well, and the dream then skips to when me and my mum come back, my mum is holding a plastic bag filled with stuff i didnt know and im js holding chocolate [granted, i ate chocolate before bed so that may have affected it lol], but when we came back the place was mostly empty, only my dad in the corner [it was very far away and barely noticable but he was there, it was a really big place, more than 100m fs], and my sister in the middle-ish front of the place, next to a doctor in the barn and yk the docters stand in hospitals that they wheel around? with a screen? yeah she was next to that. My mum was mad at the doctor cause she was like 'oh as soon as we left, she got sick, it's the doctors fault, blah blah blah', and she started being angry at the doctor. After hearing my mum yap for a bit i js went up to my sister and she was very tired and she looked very sick, i bassically chilled with her, and we were talking as i ate my choc bar. I thought she was going to die in the dream but at the end she didn't, so yippee! Then another time skip happened and we were now all sitting at the side area of the barn and sitting on hay [btw i've never actually lived in a barn? or been to one that looked like that lol], and the doctors came up to us and were like "Oh yeah your husband [they were talking to my mum], died". and my mum deadass turned away from him and then the vibe suddenly was off [anxiety, it got like a scarier feeling for some reason], and she said "But his soul is still alive". I looked at her, then at his place, where his body was still there, but the body was dead, and a bad vibe hit me [idk how else to explain feelings help] and i said "His body is dead but his soul is still alive, he's alive" And then the dream fucking ended MY DAD ISN'T DEAD AS FAR AS I KNOW???

#ask #randomexistingthing #FRIEND!!! #my dreams are really vivid for some reason lol #I TRIED TO SLEEP I SWEAR

[fountainpenguin]

"See, I am a legend and I always win! The stars in the cosmos, they bow to my whim!" (x)

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Chapter 24 - “Jolt (Cleo, Scott)”

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Martyn buries Cleo alive while talking about pacing structure and roleplay plot points. Also, Mayor Scott gets a reality check about running a utopian server hub that no one ever leaves.

(First 1,000 words under the cut)

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ZombieCleo - Zombie

Status: Mentally stimulated

Historian, museum curator, and stadium gamemaster

💙  🧡  💚

They're up in the tunnels, lying on their back on exposed tweenstone while the opals glitter in the walls above them. It's dead dark in here. She's got decent night vision and Martyn probably does too. Glowing eyes do help with that. She's got dirt coating most of her body. Martyn's patting more into place and really going off on a long-winded spiel. Yeah, he does that. Cleo rests with one hand on her stomach and lets him talk. Martyn just wants someone to talk to and she just wants to touch the loamy black soil outside the perimeter. They have to do this together or not at all.

"-enough foreshadowing, d'you think?" Martyn makes a vague swirl with his hand. "I mean, when I look at the storyboards, it seems a little bathtub-y, but I wanted to have fun with it. I think I can swing it- It's better to have fun."

"Mmhm," she says. "I mean, if you want to avoid info-dumping, tension's always going to be the best fix. The first thing I think of is just… Adding weapons. Or maybe slide the scene somewhere else, like a cliff. Or maybe you have a build or private room the viewers have never seen inside before, so it feels exciting even if it's full of talking."

"There's a thought!"

"Or- or, here's an idea- Give them a solid reason they can't actually leave. It doesn't even have to be physical restraints, right? Maybe one character has an item the other wants. Maybe it's just information. Or someone's hurt? You have that whole treasure-hunting schtick going on, right? Adding a collectible to the mix could amp the stakes."

"Oh, that's good. I like that… Withholding information is killer, dude."

"Not too much, though."

"No, no! It'll be clear well before the end. Hmm. Maybe it just needs a pacing restructure. A little more to draw things out, yeah? I might slip in an extra scene upfront that doesn't look important at the time, but should really tie things together down the road." He sprinkles dirt around her neck, making some stupid drawn-out show of it just because it gets his wings up, apparently. Cleo sticks out their tongue. He laughs, giving the wings a flap. "Ooh, actually- You know that respawn idea I had last Friday? What are your Week 2 thoughts on that?"

"Kill your darlings. Not the character- I mean the scene. Just opt for a near-death experience instead. I think the punch will hit harder."

"What hits harder than a respawn?"

Cleo shrugs, which waterfalls black dirt down their shoulders and across Martyn's skinned knees. "I mean, delays don't do you any good. You'll have dead space anyway because of all that travel time to get back to the main scene. Remember your Limited Life ending with the lava buckets? Just work around it. Set it up so you can stay around, even if you're injured. Respawns feel like cheating anyway- I mean, they refresh you back to full energy. It's a little cheap."

Martyn exhales. It leaves him like a swirl. "Hmm… Yeah, I can see that."

"Just think about it, at least. You don't have to throw the scene out."

"Yeah, I know. I do see your point. Spawn is so far away." He takes the spilled dirt and pats it into place again, pressing on the wrinkles until the stuff is sealed against her like a freshly frosted chocolate cake. "The thing is, I feel like I'm getting nowhere with the storyboards. I think I need to get into the dialogue. Maybe do some test drafts. A few bullet points, at least. I'll run them by you again next week and we can do a pros and cons list."

"Mmhm!"

That seems to satisfy him. See, Martyn likes to talk through plot points without spilling spoilers to the people he actually roleplays with. And he's always hungry. These are the two most important facts you need to know about Martyn, at least as far as Cleo and the gemstone cave are concerned. See, so long as they only allofeed him snippets at a time, he'll patiently wait until she's run out of souls to share before he finally takes her out. Even when she's well down in the depths of phantom hour, he'll let her push the boundary. Maybe farther than he should. Throw a soul in front of a phantom and you'll really wreck their aggro.

It's a balance of carrots and sticks. It's yin and yang. It's push and pull. Teamwork is essential. She never would've managed to carve out this secret cave without Martyn's wings lifting her past the bullet path moat or into the ceiling tunnel. Scott can poke around all he wants, but unless he thinks to look up, he's never going to find her hideaway.

The thing is, Martyn can whisk his help away any time he likes. At any time. He didn't withdraw when Double Life split them apart, though Cleo firmly told him chatting about Double Life was off the table the first time he opened his mouth. The third time, maybe. Sure, he whined and groveled about roleplay decompression for a bit (for "the" bit?), but she gave him a cornflower from her hair that he can keep in Between to match the one she gave him on the server. That's all the "We're okay; it's just a game" aftercare he really wanted. He eased up.

He never wore it, though, even though it was the start of the 100-day block back then, which is… confusing. She dropped by his and Jimmy's place once for a game night though, and there it was… in a vase. And honestly, it doesn't get any more clear than that: Thanks for the gift! Your friendship's important to me, but I reject your courtship. I'll keep it as a memento to show there's nothing weird between us, but I'm not wearing this. I don't want you to get the wrong idea.

Martyn's full of wrong ideas. He does what he thinks is "funny." That's the polite way to put it. And since hanging out with Martyn in the caves is really just a business transaction, she should probably make an effort to be polite.

"What's so funny?" he asks, looking up from her dirt-covered arm.

"Bad joke."

"Share or it didn't happen."

Cleo blinks up, his form in shadow apart from the lapis-like glow of his eyes. "I gave you a flower a while back. During Double Life."

"Yeah?"

"You never wore it, but I saw it in your room. Just thought it was funny to interpret that as you saying 'I don't want Cleo to get the wrong idea' when you're full of wrong-"

"Whoa, whoa," he says, throwing his hands in the air. Cleo snorts and Martyn tsk-tsks, thwacking his tail against the dirt. "And this when I'm putting dirt on you."

"I do appreciate that, yeah."

He slaps the next clump down hard. Cleo jolts, but the glitter in his eyes tells them straight away that he's not really mad. "I can't believe that's what you think of me even in your private thoughts. And after all this time!"

"I'm petty, rude, and I commit to the bit. I'm not sure why you're surprised."

"I'm not."

[Full chapter on AO3 - Link at top]

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[callivich]

Hi. In my endless list of ideas, there is one that is probably the silliest and craziest 😅 It's a supernatural AU, mostly humor and some romance. Anyway, the idea is this: Dating service office. Mickey is the boss. He's an unusual werewolf who doesn't bite or turn anyone, and likes to eat raw beef liver. Ian is Mickey's business partner. He is a vegetarian ghoul. Mandy is the receptionist. She's a vampire who gets fat from human blood, so she's constantly on an animal diet. This always makes her angry and irritable. Iggy is an incubus that no one wants to fuck. Lip is a human. Ian constantly bullies Mickey by blowing a dog whistle, which Mickey responds to every time. Also Ian periodically throws a ball and Mickey turns into a wolf and rushes after it, brings it to Ian, then turns back and nags Ian all day. Mickey also trolls Ian, wondering - does Ian sleep in a coffin or does he have a bed? He brings raw liver to work and offers Ian a taste of it on a fork, which makes Ian turn green (he's a vegetarian) and really do look like the undead. Iggy is constantly consuming energy bars and chocolate because he needs to get his vitality from somewhere, since no one wants to fuck him. Mandy constantly looks carnivorously at Lip because she can't decide if she wants to fuck him or eat him. Lip is afraid of Mandy, but he's brave and tries not to show it. And constantly whines that they're not a team, but a fucking coven.

Oh my god this sounds delightfully hilarious! 💖💖💖 I really love how unique this is, I don’t think I’ve read anything even close to this!

I love every single one of these but the image of Ian trolling Mickey with a ball and a whistle is HILARIOUS! 😂😂😂

#gallavich #mickey milkovich #ian gallagher #calli talks

[oraclekleo]

29. What’s your dream date? 😊

So i can be prepared just in case haha 😉😆

Hello!

Are you planning to swoon me? 😂 This is really direct way of seduction - "What do I need to do to enchant you? Just tell me in details." 🤣

Okay... I don't know. I never dated anyone so I'm not sure how my dream date would go. I guess with the right person it will always be my dream date without any of us actually trying. Natural and smoothly going date with someone I can connect with easily is my dream date. Yes, I'm not making this any easier for you 😂

I get up super early, 4 am and go for a long dog walk right after I get up. I guess a person who would pick me up this early in the morning and went for a dog walk with me and my dogs would get a whole ton of points from me. If they have an early breakfast picnic ready somewhere nice on the route with my favourite foods and also water and healthy snacks for my dogs, I'm close to being sold for them. After the picnic (no more than 2 hours because then people start to wake up) we could go back to my home. They could give breakfast portion of granules and fresh water to my dogs while I dress up more appropriately for the day. I'm not a fan of shopping or watching TV but it's too early for museums or galleries. So they could suggest taking me and dogs for a little trip in countryside. I will assume my ideal date has a driving license and a car. I have none of these so it would be handy if they could actually compensate me in this matter. So we would go somewhere nice and green. Hiking in hills or forest with my dogs. Maybe visiting some interesting site with ancient burial place or remains of temple or church or historical village, something like that. Interesting place with either historical or spiritual meaning (or both). We could walk a trail and arrive to some pub with tables outside so dogs can sit with us while we eat lunch. After lunch and long time hiking we would probably be a bit tired so we would return to my home, I would take a quick shower, change into something less outdoor while my date is feeding my dogs again (I value my privacy, I want them to be occupied while I'm in the shower and changing clothes). Dogs would go sleep and we could go out again, this time only the two of us. I'd probably be in a mood to sit down and relax for a little while so going for an afternoon theater play or into some small cinema to watch old movie would please me a lot. I don't like crowds and it's more likely to avoid them in the afternoon in cinema or theater. After this little rest I would be recharged for more activities. We could go to a museum or gallery or some kind of workshop where I could learn something new. Chakra healing, aura reading, working with crystals or just pottery or weaving baskets would be really nice. Or a workshop on how to make chocolate pralines. I would love such a type of activity. Obviously my date should enjoy it, too. If they keep bitching it's gonna be horrible date. 😂 So yeah! This is the afternoon part. As you know, I always have tea at 5 pm so it would be great if we went to a Tea Room after the workshop. Drinking tea, eating vegan cheesecake... After this I would start being nervous about the dogs being alone for so long so we would go back home, take them for a walk, give them dinner and cook dinner for us together. I'm not really used to eat by the table at home so we would just put the meal into bowls (I don't really eat from plates, you can judge me if you like) and sit by TV and watch some old movie or show again. I would start falling asleep and my date would clean the kitchen up, put the dirty dishes in to dishwasher and only woke me to go for one last dog walk. Me and my dogs would walk with my date to his car, say good bye to each other and I would return home and go sleep. 😂 OR... Depends on the mood, I guess. Maybe I would allow my date to stay. I just can't imagine that happening now because I never dated anyone but I guess it could happen. 😂

So! This is my dream date. All in all not exactly what other people would find dreamy and I have my dogs included a great deal but this is my idea of a great all day long date. Obviously it would be possible for my partner to divide the activities into several days instead.

So yeah... This is it. I don't know what more I could say.

Thanks for this question 😁

Kleo 🦄

#oracle kleo #ask me stuff #ask game

[sophiebernadotte]

I was tagged by @princesscatherinemiddleton to answer these questions so let's find out how much of a nerd I am!

What colour are your eyes?: Blue-grey

What instantly tells you if a person is good?: I usually have quite a good gut feeling/instinct when it comes to people, so I'm gonna say the vibe

Do you have a recurring dream?: Not anymore, but growing up I frequently dreamt about my teeth falling out - either that I could pull them out one by one or they fell out all at once & ended up choking on them... can someone tell me if this is normal? Should I be concerned for my younger self?

What is the most interesting class you have taken?: I'm gonna have to say when I was studying History A (autumn 2020), I remember having such a strong feeling of "I'm home, this is where I'm supposed to be" & I try to remind myself of that whenever I have a life crisis & feel like giving up on history for a "safer" field

How often do you find yourself daydreaming?: Way too often

Name/nickname: Saga, I don't really have a nickname... one of my friends has said that if I was a dog I would be a poodle, so she sometimes refers to me as that

Zodiac: Capricorn (Sun = Capricorn, Moon = Aquarius, Rising = Capricorn, for those who are curious)

Height: 158 cm, so around 5 feet 2 inches

Nationality: Swedish & Sámi

Favourite colour: It's a tie between forest green & light pastel colours, depending on my mood

Favourite season: I'm gonna say summer, despite all the pollen

Favourite animals: Dogs & horses

Favourite fictional characters: Oh gosh... way too many! But fictional as in book characters, I'm going to say my underappreciated girls Ginny Weasley, Susan Pevensie & Amy March. If you can't tell, I also love Sophie Beckett & Benedict Bridgerton (I know, shocker!) both as individuals but also as a couple. Honourary mentions to my boys Michael Stirling, Percy Jackson & Finnick Odair. Not gonna go into TV series or movie characters because then we would probably be here the whole day 😂

Tea, coffee or hot chocolate?: I'm addicted to coffee, so that's gonna have to be the answer but, I do love hot chocolate every now & then

Average hours of sleep?: I think somewhere between 6-7 hours

Cat or dog person?: Dog! haha

Number of blankets slept with: Duvet with one blanket on top

Places ancestors are from: The southern part of Swedish Lapland. All of my ancestors lived concentrated in an area nicknamed Drottninglandet, Queensland (the area was "discovered" & named after Frederica of Baden). So as you can see, I had no choice but to be royally obsessed!

Dream trip: Oh, I don't think I have one! I'm gonna have to say pass on this one for now

Blog established: Nov. 2012.

Random fact about yourself: I don't know how to whistle

Three ships: Well, seeing as I've already mentioned Benophie, I'm gonna go with Helnik from Six of Crows/Shadow & Bone, Bellarke from The 100 &... Shirbert from Anne of Green Gables!

Last song:

Last movie: I can't remember...

Currently reading: Scientific papers on the history of the upper-class & their country homes - no really, it's actually interesting but it's taking up all my brain power (as Ash knows seeing as I'm practically years behind on reading her stuff, sorry about that)

Currently watching: *cricket noise*

Currently craving: Sweets

Now, I'm gonna tag @death-of-astar, @silverhallow, @bridgertonbabe, @sophiamariabeckett, @grandmaster-anne & @quintessbrit plus anyone else who wants to answer these questions

#saga.txt

[sevensforasecret]

thank you for tagging me @schnaf <3

What colour are your eyes? bluey greyish

What instantly tells you if a person is good? hmm this isn't really something i have an answer to in words, i'm a very go with your gut kind of person so i'd say it's just a feeling really

Do you have a recurring dream? i've had a few in the past but none happening at the moment, the most memorable being one where me and a group of friends were pirates but got shipwrecked on an island with a man eating pig?? don't ask bc i do not have answers..

What is the most interesting class you have taken? i've definitely had classes that have made me super engaged but nothing has really stuck enough to remeber now

How often do you find yourself day dreaming? i don't really daydream? i wouldn't say i'm a particularly visual person, as in i don't see pictures in my head, so in order to daydream i'd have to like.. tell myself the story in my head? if that makes sense, it's a very active participation thing for me

Name/Nickname: don't really have one, i'm morgan or 雨晴 to my chinese friends

Zodiac: capricorn

Height: 5' 7 ish

Nationality: british

Favourite colour: dark green

Favourite season: autumn

Favourite animals: don't have one really

Favourite fictional characters: wangxian own my whole heart at the moment, but like gods i have so many that have stuck with me from other books i've read since i was like 12

Tea, coffee or hot chocolate?: tea like 90% of the time, i can't drink coffee it makes me siiick

Average hours of sleep?: 7-8

Cat or dog person: i'm alergic to both</3

Number of blankets slept with: 1-3 depends how cold it is

Places ancestors are from: the uk i guess?? actually i remeber hearing that someone might have been spanish in my grandads family??

Dream trip: hmm probably going somewhere with ppl i love but i don't really have anything specific, it's more about the company than the place for me

Blog established: this one was valentines day 2019 lmao

Random fact about yourself: i have double jointed knees.. or maybe hips? im not sure but i used to find extreme joy in sitting on the floor in a way that made it look like i'd broken my legs and making everyone be like O.o

Three ships: wangxian, i only really do one at a time??

Last song: 预兆 by silent speech

Last movie: triangle of sadness (would reccomend!)

Currently reading: 魔道祖师 mdzs chinese edition

Currently watching: 陪你到世界之巅/gank your heart

Currently craving: some company, i've been alone in the house for a week bc all my housemates except one have gone home for their holiday, and the other one spends all her time fucking he boyfriend (wish i was exaggerating, would rather not hear it tbh)

tagging anyone who'd like to share! feel free to tag me i love being nosey ^-^

#tag game

[tempest-ghoulette]

Tangled Up

So I got the idea for this from @naranchuu who head cannoned the ghoulettes have movie nights and I just really liked that idea so this was written :)

It was common knowledge around the abbey that the ghouls were very tight knit. That could especially be said for the three ghoulettes, Cirrus and Cumulus being summoned together and Sunshine being taken under the other two ghoulettes wings as soon as she was summoned. One activity that the three enjoyed immensely was their annual girls night where they would usually watch movies and cuddle, snack, do each other’s hair and makeup, and other fun activities wink wink. It was during one of these girl nights that a sort of dilemma happened.

“Well that was an…. interesting movie,” Cirrus commented with a look as the credits rolled.

“Not one of our best choices no,” Cumulus remarked from her curled up position on Cirrus’s left side. “That ending was definitely something.”

“Can we watch something else please,” Sunshine pleaded with a little pout from Cirrus' other side.

“Of course we can hun,” the taller ghoulette replied, pressing a quick peck to Sunny’s forehead.

Reaching somewhere behind her head Cirrus grabbed the remote and began looking through the selection of films they had downloaded. It was ultimately decided that they would watch Tangled, it being one of Cumulus favorites and Sunshine not having seen it before. About ready to hit the start when Sunny spoke up.

“Wait, we can't start yet we finished all the snacks.”

“They have a point Cir, if we’re watching another movie I want to be able to snack.”

“Well which one of us is going to get up then?” Cirrus questioned with a glance at the two.

The two shorter ghoulettes shared a glance knowing in that moment that neither really wanted to get up from the cocoon of blankets. So sharing a nod they both decided to give Cirrus their best puppy dog eyes.

“Oh no, no no no no that isn’t fair,” no matter which side she looked at, Cirrus was met with two sets of equally big eyes and quivering lips. It especially didn’t help when the two started to purr and nuzzle into her neck, sealing her fate as the one to get up and retrieve the snacks. “You're lucky I love the both of you, those eyes should be illegal,” she remarked, beginning to sit up.

“Mmmm you know you love us lover,” Cumulus purred with a triumphant smile. “ Yeah, oh can you get those little chocolate covered cookie dough balls Cir pretty pls,” Sunshine asked while batting her eyelashes.

“Of course Sun, any requests Lussy?” shooting her air counterpart a questioning glance with a tilt of her head.

“Some chips and drinks I guess, whatever you get I’ll be fine with.”

With a nod Cirrus began to rise from their little nest of pillows and blankets, she got about a couple inches from her spot when she felt a tug on her tail and promptly fell on her ass. Glancing back she noticed that somehow during their cuddle they had managed to knot their tails together.

“Well how in the seven pits of hell did that happen,” Cirrus remarked while lifting up the appendage.

“So is that why my tail was going numb,” Sunshine replied. The two air ghoulettes shared a look before glancing back at their partner “What I just thought one of you was laying on it,” replying with a shrug.

“Well forgetting the how, who is gonna untangle us,” Cumulus asked “I mean I’m trying to get us untangled but I can’t quite get it.”

“I know Aeth is helping out Copia with some band stuff,” Cirrus mumbled “And I think Rainy said he was going down to the lake.”

“Dew and Swiss would probably just laugh and take pictures before they help,” Sunshine commented.

“So that leaves Mountain,” Cumulus spoke up “I think he’s just reading in his room, I’ll ask him.”

“Hey Mounty, me and the girls' tails are knotted together, do you mind coming and untangling us?”

“Sure thing Lus I’ll be right over.”

“Ok he said he’ll be right over and help us out”

“Good my tail’s starting to go numb”

And with that the three ghoulettes sat and waited for their earth ghoul packmate to come and untangle them from their predicament. A couple of minutes later a soft knock could be heard at the door followed by a chorus of “come in.” Opening the door Mountain walked through the frame and immediately stopped in his tracks, eyes lowering to the trios tails knotted up “well that certainly is a predicament.”

“Mounty please help us,” Sunshine whined while stretching towards the earth ghoul as far as she could. 

Letting out a low chuckle the earth ghoul made his way over before Sunny accidentally dragged the other two trying to get to him. “Well let's get this sorted out shall we.”

Crouching down Mountain began working on the girls’ tails. It took a lot of pulling, twisting, finding out whose tail was wrapped the others, and a little hissing and whining but somehow Mountain managed to free the tails. The three then tackled the giant ghoul, peppering his face with little kisses and tails happily wagging, little flowers beginning to sprout from Mountain's horns because of all the attention.

“Ok Ok you two I think it’s time we give him some space, and besides I still need to go get those snacks,” Cirrus replies pulling the earth ghoul up with her towards the door “We’ll be back in a minute.”

Shutting the door behind them the pair made their way towards the kitchen. “Thanks again for helping us Mounty”

“It was no trouble at all,” the ghoul said with a blush beginning to creep up his cheeks.

“Well would you care to join us for our movie, it’s the least we can do, you saved us from the possibility of either Dew or Swiss getting pictures of our little conundrum.”

“As much as I’d love to spend time with you ladies, I promised Rain I’d and spend time with him at the lake.”

“Well you two have fun then, tell Rainy we said hi.”

“Of course enjoy your movie, and try not to get stuck together again.”

“Mmmmm I make no promises,” Cirrus replied with a little smile.

Letting out a little chuckle at her remark, Mountain leaned down to place a quick kiss between Cirrus’s horns who let out a happy trill, Mountain made his way out of the commons and into the hall. Making her way around the kitchen and picking up a variety of snacks and drinks, Cirrus made her way back to her room. Pushing open the door and being met with two equally excited ghoulettes ready to receive their snacks and lover. Distributing the snacks Cirrus settled back into their original spot between the two(tails to themselves) and started up Tangled.

#the band ghost #ghost bc #cirrus ghoulette #cumulus ghoulette #sunshine ghoulette #if there's not enough ghoulette content I will simply make it

[macchiatov]

❝ — 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

    lost in love with me could be what you need — hyejin × jisoo

    the burning colors from that fateful night over a month ago were still etched into her mind. the brilliant inks of light that burst onto a canvas of stars had been captured like a photograph in her memories, but it was not the fiery blooms alone that had set her heart aflame. instead, it had been a whispered confession — a disclosure of hidden feelings underneath the stars. one that she had come to the conclusion now that he hadn’t wanted to slip from his lips, but fate never seemed to allow either of them a moment that didn’t involve some sort of turmoil. and so, with a sleepy admission on the rooftop of their apartment, han jisoo had said that he loved her.

    the werewolf had questioned how the two of them had ended up back in the apartment after he’d all but passed out on the rooftop following his muttered admission, and hyejin had scrambled to come up with some sort of excuse. mentioned that the two of them came down together despite his languid state, and when he said that he couldn’t remember, she’d promptly, and stupidly, had told him he must have been sleepwalking. jisoo didn’t seem to believe this, and honestly, he would be a fool to trust it considering she was a terrible liar. even more so then he was himself. and while she had healed any abrasions, had checked over where she had bumped his head more than once into the walls when his weight overpowered her own strength, and had tried to mend where the sleeve of his shirt had been ripped when she attempted to pull him down the stairs, the werewolf was much too bright and would no doubt see through her fabrication. but no sooner did the wheels in his head start turning that he suddenly exclaimed that it must have been true, and then dropped the subject altogether. 

    and so, both of them avoided the conversation like the plague. hyejin especially, considering she wasn’t sure if he was aware of what he had mumbled or if he just didn't want to touch on it, nor was she willing to be the one to break the awkward tension around them first. hadn’t wanted to breach the subject in case she was mistaken somehow. in case her mind had somehow played a trick and she’d simply heard what she wanted to hear. though her feelings had come to the surface following the unmentionable night, she feels she has loved him this entire time. perhaps had always loved jisoo, but just hadn't known it. hadn't been sure what was the difference between caring for someone and loving while being in love. but, in case it somehow was not meant to be the truth, she didn't say anything. though she knew deep in her heart that the red-head never lied. the werewolf was always truthful, even when white lies might have spared her feelings. especially so since the unmentionable night. the one where she had sobbed, clinging to his bloodied frame in the bathroom as though her life had depended on it when he had told her that he didn’t want to lose her. and really, it did. jisoo was her entire life — the reason she had begged for a second chance at one. had made a bargain with the creator of all things that she would endure whatever torment befell the two of them. would endure the most terrible things, no matter how gruesome, so long as the two of them could be together. regardless of this, however, the woman had kept quiet about the entire thing, and had tried to continue a normal life with han jisoo to the best of her ability. until tonight, anyway. 

    it’s a little after four in the morning, and hyejin stands near the apartment door dressed to the nines. she’s dolled up in a black cocktail dress with her hair pinned neatly to one side. she has forgoed the idea of heels in favor of bare feet, as she wouldn’t been able to rush around like she had if she had worn shoes. after all, she’s spent the entire night from the second he had left for work in preparation for this. she has done everything she can to make the mood as romantic as possible. replaced the normal fluorescent lighting in the entire apartment in favor of candlelight, the warm lighting illuminating the lavish feast laid out on the dinning room table — all of jisoo’s favorite appetizers and entrées are placed methodically on the wood, having no expense spared. had steamed all of the vegetables, poked holes in the sweet potatoes to ensure there were done correctly, cooked the steaks to perfection, and while she may have burnt the bottom of the biscuits a little, everything seemed faultless. the dish that she was most proud of still sits hidden away in the oven — a two-tiered red velvet cake that she was pleased to say she had mastered secretly with the help of an older couple at the bakery a few blocks from their apartment. 

    and to complete the entire evening, hyejin has prepared one last surprise. it sits at the center of the dinning room table, leaning up against a vase of roses she had picked up earlier that afternoon. it’s a red envelope addressed to the werewolf. it’s closed with a black seal and holds all of her feelings compiled into one message. she had spent every single day since new years writing the thing, and had all but gone through fifteen drafts before she had settled on what she wanted to say. the angel still had trouble communicating verbally, though she had come a long way over the course of knowing jisoo, but finds that perhaps the best way to tell him her feelings would be through written words and not stuttering ones. had written everything she had ever felt out to him — how he had made her feel so safe, how he had been the one to introduce her to a whole new world, who made her want to be brave, and to throw caution to the wind if it meant to be at his side. how he made her heart want to burst at the seams whenever he looked at her and how she felt she could melt underneath his touch. made it clear that he was the person she cared about above all else. the reason she found herself wanting to continue living even after death. how it didn’t matter what hell or high water the two of them went through, that she’d always be at his side. hopes that he can accept her feelings, that the two of them can watch fireworks every year going forward and hopes that he will continue to be her date for more than just one christmas party. waits until the last line to write the simple, yet weighted confession, and had sealed it before she had a chance to take the whole thing back. i love you, jisoo sits on the last line, followed by the signing of her name. a little cliche, now that she thinks about it, but it is valentine’s day. and what valentine’s day would not be complete without roses and a love letter to the werewolf of your dreams? 

    ‘ i’m nervous, soojin. ‘ the angel speaks, trembling hues glancing down to the wolf cub at her side. she’d dressed him up too for the occasion, and he sported a red bow tie around his neck for the holiday. it hadn’t been an easy task to do so, but with the promise of a steak of his own when the two of them would sit down to dinner, the pup had complied with little protest. soojin barks in response, and she takes it as a sign of encouragement. nods her head a little before she kneels down, running her hands along the top of his head. ‘ do you think he’ll like everything? what if the food just looks good and doesn’t actually taste good.. no one would lie to me about the cake, right? ‘ gnaws on her bottom lip in consideration, but the pup barks again, and hyejin can’t help but smile once more. ‘ okay, well  — i’m glad you’ll eat it no matter what at least. thank you, soojin. ‘ leans over to press a kiss to the cub’s nose, but the sound of the key card against the door has her springing to her feet instead. smooths out the material of her dress and braces herself as the door opens and reveals the man that hann hyejin loves, ‘ h — happy valentine’s day! ‘ 

#.·*¨｡ ┅ two hearts come together. hyejin • (threads) #( lost in love with you — jisoo ) #( it's finally V DAY! ) #( i'm already crying ok ) #( this got way long but no need to match length ) #( i had fun writing this ) #( hope it works for you! ) #( she really spent hours working on this ok ) #( has had this planned since new years ) #( also didn't make a chocolate cake ) #( probably read somewhere dogs can't have chocolate ) #( doesn't want to take any chances LMAO ) #( i also imagine hyejin talks to soojin a lot )

[onyxylophone]

(ahhhhh more of @bakedbananners werewolf mcga AU! ♡ trigger warning: mention of scars!)

"Making Sure the Monsters Get Home Safe at Night"

"Okay, say it with me, Magnus: we don't sniff the gross, sticky things we find on the sidewalk."

Alex folded his arms, glancing down at his friend beside him as the two made their way down the street. It was late- close to 10 o'clock- which Alex was grateful for. Less people around meant less innocent lives for him to worry about.

Magnus, who was a giant wolf at the moment, just looked up at Alex like, I can't understand a word you're saying. Also, I happen to love gross, sticky things.

"Right," Alex said, "How silly of me." He paused, "You feeling any better, dude?"

Magnus just sighed heavily in response. They had been walking back home from Samirah's house when a car had rushed by, honking loudly as it passed. Magnus had just barely managed to duck into an alleyway before the resulting panic made him transform.

Since then, Alex had been forced to improvise. Pull the 'emergency leash' out of your belt loops, circle it around your pack member's neck, and ta-dah! Now you're just taking your abnormally large dog out for a walk.

Magnus' ears perked up. He started to pull, making Alex stumble forward a few steps towards what was definitely something alive and moving behind a nearby garbage can.

Alex growled a low warning in his throat. He was not interested in dealing with the later complaints of a werewolf who's tummy hurt from eating a bunch of crap while transformed. Magnus thankfully listened, pausing for a moment before deciding it wasn't worth testing Alex. Not this time, at least.

"Alright, new plan. We gotta get you to calm down," Alex brainstormed, tugging on the end of the leash as Magnus- once again- made a beeline for an old Taco Bell wrapper that was so soaked in rainwater it was halfway melted to the curb, "Come on, let's go! You don't want that!"

"Urf." Magnus replied, letting loose a defiant sneeze all over his friend's pant leg. Alex made a face of disgust before stopping suddenly, a brilliant idea crossing his mind.

"Magnus! Are you…hungry?"

Alex's tone was happy and cheerful, his voice abruptly higher pitched. Personally, he hated having baby-talk used on him, but Magnus was thrilled. His tail started hitting the backs of Alex's legs hard enough to form bruises.

"You are?" Alex coo'd, "You're hungry? Are you going to be a good werewolf boy and listen to Alex?"

Probably not, Alex thought to himself, but at least if he eats something he might turn back. Anything was better than an old, wet burrito wrapper.

He looked up, reading the street signs to get a vague idea of where they were headed. They could go back to Samirah's and try to stay the night with her, but Alex had a feeling her grandparents might not like that too much. So instead, he resolved to take them somewhere where they could both grab a bite to eat.

~

"Hey, can I get a dipped cone, and a regular cone with sprinkles for my dog, please?"

"Of course! One moment."

Alex bounced on his heels, absently scanning over the Dairy Queen menu. Next to him, Magnus wiggled in place, sniffing up at the metal counter attached to the check-out window.

The girl currently taking his order was nice enough. She filled two paper-wrapped cones with vanilla ice cream, curling the tops with a single swooping motion. Alex rested his chin in his palm, balancing one elbow on the ledge as he answered her questions.

Is that your dog? Mine and my sister's.

How long have you had him? A few months.

He's so cute! What's his name? Magnus.

"Cherry or chocolate?"

"Hm?" Alex asked, snapping back into focus.

"I was asking which cone dip flavor you'd like. Cherry or chocolate?"

"Oh!" Alex replied, "Cherry, please. I'm allergic to chocolate."

The girl nodded. Alex flushed, feeling his face heat up in embarrassment. She was looking at his scars. His hand flew up to his face and throat, tracing the claw marks with his fingertips. An all-too-familiar ache started pushing on his ribs from the inside. Fuck.

Alex fought back the urge to shift, quickly paying and taking the cones as fast as possible. When Magnus' ice cream passed from the cashier's hand to Alex's, the wolf growled, shoving his snout up onto the counter and baring his teeth. The girl jumped back.

"Magnus! Be patient!" Alex scolded, casually shoving the other werewolf's nose off the metal ledge before turning back to the human in front of them, "Sorry about that. He's just…hungry."

To emphasize his point, Alex bit down into his ice cream. The outer fruit-flavored shell cracked under his teeth. He swallowed a mouthful of cherry and vanilla, feeling it settle in his stomach and take the edge off of the instinctual need to transform.

"C'mon, Magnus!" Alex called, wiggling both cones in his hands as he moved back towards the sidewalk, "Follow Alex! Follow the ice cream!"

~

The only quiet place Alex could think to eat at was the nearby park. He guided Magnus there by memory. Big, open space; hardly anybody there around midnight, which meant room to run and lots of good spots to sleep.

Alex slowly chewed another bite of ice cream. If Magnus had been human at the moment, he would have cringed. According to him, just watching Alex eat ice cream made his teeth hurt.

Still, Alex held his cone in one hand and Magnus' in the other, reaching his arm out over the edge of the park bench he was currently sitting on so that the latter could eat, too.

You're supposed to chew ice cream, Alex told himself, I've been chewing it since I was a kid.

It wasn't exactly any better to eat ice cream Magnus' way. I mean, God, look at the guy. He was currently smearing ice cream and rainbow sprinkles all over his fucking face.

Alex smirked, briefly holding his cone in his teeth so he could pull out his phone and take a picture for the pack group chat.

After waiting what felt like hours to finish their ice cream, Magnus ate the entire cone in one bite- paper sleeve and all. He sat on the ground with his head resting on Alex's leg, letting him slowly run his hand from the start of Magnus' muzzle to the scruff of his neck.

"Ready to go home?"

Alex looked into his friend's eyes, searching for any sign of bipedal brain activity. Magnus tried to lick the sprinkles off his muzzle and ended up inhaling one up his nose.

"Ack!" The werewolf coughed and then snorted loudly, sending multiple colors of the rainbow skittering across the concrete.

"Oh, that's attractive."

Alex held Magnus' face still with one hand, using the other to wipe his sticky wolf snout with an extra Dairy Queen napkin.

As he was leaning over to trash the used napkin, he felt Magnus gently close his mouth around his arm.

"Hm?" Alex hummed, looking back at his friend, "What's up?"

Magnus rumbled, tugging with a surprising amount of restraint for a werewolf the size of a small horse. Alex was currently interested in keeping all of his limbs attached, so he got to his feet, letting Magnus drag him further into the park.

"You know-" Alex said, narrowly avoiding face-planting after tripping over a tree root, "-I wouldn't call this the worst date I've ever been on."

Eh, he wouldn't remember any of this anyway.

Magnus finally came to a stop at the base of a tree, in the middle of a bare patch of grass surrounded by thick bushes. He released his grip on Alex's arm and started intensely sniffing the ground.

"Magnus," Alex inspected his sleeve for potential teeth marks, "If you have business to do, I don't want to be here for it."

Magnus circled around three times before dropping onto the grass with a heavy sigh. He looked up at Alex, his grey eyes big and watery.

"Ohh, no. Absolutely not," Alex folded his arms, "We are not going to sleep here. Samirah will kill us if we get caught by animal control again."

He started manually untangling the twigs and leaves out of his curly hair. Magnus let out the most pitiful whine imaginable. Alex sighed, rolling his eyes.

"...Fine. But just until you fall asleep. Then I'm calling the others to come and get us."

Alex focused on relaxing his entire body. He felt briefly feverish, his body being wracked by chills as canine fangs painfully ripped through his gums. After so many years, he barely felt the transformation anymore.

His consciousness dulled as his senses sharpened. The nearly constant pressure in his chest alleviated like a balloon popping from inside his ribcage, causing his form to warp and expand. Alex's hands morphed into paws as they hit the ground. He shook himself off. Magnus' tail wagged, thumping loudly.

Alex only let himself circle around once. He laid down beside Magnus, curling up into a tight ball and tucking his nose underneath the tip of his tail. He pushed his back up against Magnus' side; warm, like usual. Alex closed his eyes, feeling Magnus rest his head on his shoulders as the other werewolf got comfortable.

Just until he falls asleep.

~

Alex woke up to the sound of birds chirping. She groaned, groggily pawing at her face. In response, the werewolf behind her nuzzled further into her neck; the arm that was draped around her tightening its grip, pulling her closer. So warm…

Wait, arm?

Alex's eyes flew open. It was just barely dawn. Birds flitted back and forth in the tree branches above her head. Magnus mumbled something in his sleep, fingers drowsily gripping a handful of Alex's shirt.

Alex gasped. She shot straight up into a sitting position, shoving Magnus off of her. He tumbled onto his back with an undignified yelp before slowly sitting up himself.

"What was that for?" He complained, growling under his breath as he rubbed his tired eyes.

Alex just replied with a snarl, hoping her bared teeth would make it so that Magnus wouldn't notice how red her face was turning.

He opened his mouth to respond, only for the early morning stillness to be broken by a single, far-off howl. Both werewolves immediately snapped to attention. The message was clear: Where are you?

"That sounds like Mallory…" Magnus said quietly.

"Shit!" Alex grabbed for her phone, rubbing at her own blurred vision as she tried to read the time, "We both fell asleep! We've been out here all night!"

The rest of pack 19 must have been wondering what happened to them. Alex typed a quick message into the group chat. She cupped both hands around her mouth and tilted her head back, taking in a deep breath before responding with a howl of her own.

"We need to get home," She stood up, looking over at Magnus, "Climb on."

Magnus still wondered how Alex could transform so easily. She went full wolf in under thirty seconds, staring at him to signal once she was ready. He swung one leg over her back, hugging tightly around her neck with both arms.

"Try not to drop me on the fire escape this time, okay?"

#writing this has made me want dairy queen ice cream so fucking bad lmao #alex fierro #magnus chase #fierrochase #mcga #pjato #my post #my writing #okay to rb

[ecoamerica]

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[scullyverse]

Roses & Restraint: Chapter One

Dana Scully

Stella/Scully || multi-chapter || rating: E (Explicit)

Summary:

London, 1990. Stella Gibson and Dana Scully both enrol in University. Dana is lonely and insecure, Stella is distant and guarded, until they meet.

Notes:

This story is something that has been conceived and created through many months of brainstorming and endless conversations between me and my wonderful other half Lieke. This little universe has evolved into a life of its own and I can't wait to share it with everyone, finally! This story starts AU with Stella and Dana in University but will maintain heavily elements of both canon The X Files and The Fall later on in this series. I hope you all enjoy reading this as much we have had creating it together.

Also available to read on AO3

Dana

London, England

September 1990

Dana Katherine Scully had never felt lonely before. Growing up in a house full of siblings, she constantly found herself surrounded by noise and the warmth of having people close. She had always been connected with her mother and father, tolerated and even loved her two brothers and was especially close with her sister Melissa. So sitting alone on her new bed in an alien country surrounded by nothing but silence was certainly a different experience.

Tucking her legs up to her chest, Dana rested back against the headboard, looking around her new dorm room. It was fairly empty for the moment save for the essentials like some fresh bedsheets; her closet was open and half-filled with the clothes she had brought with her, and a stack of freshly shrink-wrapped textbooks resting in a neat pile on her desk. Her mother, Margaret, or Maggie as she liked to be called, was planning to take her out shopping later today for a few things to make the space feel more like home. But Dana knew it would probably never feel quite like home to her, this was just a space that she occupied for the time being.

Dana rested her hands on her knees, tilting her head to look outside of the window, seeing mostly brick from the dorm building next door, some leaves barely visible from the trees below. She had been so excited to get accepted into London University - as one of the only places that delved into Biophysics, it was at the top of her list of places to study because of their curriculum. And she was still excited, it was just a different feeling from imagining it to being here, and she suddenly felt very out of her depth. In just two days classes would start and she had never felt this underprepared for anything before in her life. Everyone else surrounding her would be older and have those extra years of life experience she just didn’t feel she had acquired yet.

Being academically brilliant she had skipped a few grades and was able to apply for college at only 16, much to her parents' delight and also uneasiness and worry. It seemed such a whirlwind of a year last year, applying to many different establishments, and finally getting accepted here. Her mother had flown her out at the beginning of the year for interviews and entrance exams to see if she would be a fit for the course she was applying for and if she was able to handle the caseload that would be expected of her. They had gladly invited her and seen her potential. So why don’t I feel that potential right now? Dana thought, her teeth gnawing on her bottom lip.

Things would be fine, her mother had told her so, and she was sure she was right, it was just hard to shake the feelings away when her head could think of nothing else. Letting out a sigh, Dana pushed herself off the bed and made her way towards the suitcase sitting in front of her closet, still filled with numerous things from home. Kneeling and rummaging through the items inside, she pulled out her worn copy of Moby Dick and put it on the floor next to her before grabbing the family picture from last Christmas and put it on her desk, angling it towards her bed. She wasn’t one for clutter, but she always kept a photo of her family in her room. Normally it was the only thing that rested on her desk besides books and stationery.

With the book in her hands, she made her way back towards her bed, her fingers absentmindedly playing with the dog-eared cover before she heard a soft knock. Turning towards her door, Dana quickly fixed herself up, adjusting her blue oversized shirt and brushing her frizzy hair away from her eyes with her free hand.

Dana pulled the door open and smiled warmly when she saw her mother standing in the hallway, a plastic shopping bag in her hands.

“I thought you could use some snacks for your room.” Maggie greeted her with a hug. “Maybe you could keep some in your desk drawer as you did at home, they even had your favourite,” Pausing, Maggie rummaged through the plastic and pulled out a bag of gummy bears. “-I was surprised to find them, but they were in the little supermarket down the street from the hotel.”

Dana stepped aside to let her mother into the room and shut the door softly. Taking the candy given to her with outreached hands, Dana put both the bag of gummy bears and her book down on her desk and stepped forward to wrap her arms around her mother’s waist, her chin just able to rest on her shoulder.

“Thanks, mum. But you didn’t have to do that.” Dana insisted.

“Of course I did, Dana. I know how much you love them.” Maggie replied, brushing her concern off with a smile.

Feeling Maggie’s arms wrap around her, holding her tight, Dana felt warm and secure as she closed her eyes. She would miss her mother’s hugs more than anything. Even though at times she couldn’t stand the way her mother coddled her, she would never get tired of her love. Taking a deep breath, Dana tried to get her emotions under control as she pulled away, looking up at Maggie with slight embarrassment.

“Sorry, I’m just feeling a bit overwhelmed.” Dana apologised, rubbing under her eyes.

“It’s okay sweetheart, you’re allowed to feel like this. Is it too much though? You know you can always come back with me and we can apply somewhere else.” Maggie reassured, placing a hand on Dana’s head and brushing down her hair before resting her hand on her cheek. “This is a big step and something I know I wouldn’t have been able to do at your age.”

“No mum, I want to do this. I’m fine, just a lot to take in for the first few days.” Dana answered, looking into her mother's eyes and giving her a slight smile as she leaned into the familiar hand against her cheek.

Stepping away, Dana peeked into the bag still in her mother’s hand to distract herself from the sour feeling in her stomach. Maggie watched for a moment before smiling as Dana took the bag from her mother’s hands and made her way towards her bed, tipping the contents onto the covers. Dana wasn’t a big fan of sweets, but she did tend to like the odd one here and there when she was studying, a habit she had picked up in her second year of high school. Dana’s eyes lit up when she saw a few more packets of her favourite gummy bears and some chocolate bars that she didn’t recognise, but sounded pretty delicious. She looked up at Maggie and gave her a grin before Maggie took a seat on her bed, picking up one of the chocolate bars.

“I wasn’t sure if this brand would taste good, but the cashier recommended it to me as something that seems to be quite popular here, so hopefully it tastes okay. Though I’m sure it’s not as sweet as the chocolate we’re accustomed to at home.” Maggie said as she gave the bar back to Dana.

Dana gathered the candy and put it back into the plastic bag to put it away somewhere later before she put her hands in her lap, fiddling with the bottom of her shirt. Dana looked up at her mother with slight nervousness as a silence hung between them before Dana felt a warm hand rest of her own.

“Come on sweetheart, let’s go have a look around the city. We still need to buy you some essentials. And I know you wouldn’t say no to a new outfit or two,” Maggie urged, a reassuring look on her face.

Chuckling, Dana got to her feet and walked to her closet to grab a pair of worn sneakers, slipped them on and then led Maggie out of her room, making sure to grab her keys and lock the door on the way out.

——♡——

Dana had only ever been to London once before, that time being earlier that year when her mother had brought her over to have some advisory meetings at the University. They hadn’t had time to stay longer than they needed as it clashed with school, so Dana hadn’t gotten the chance to explore the city she was going to call home for the next few years. Maggie was staying at a little hotel just outside of the city’s business district and over the last week, Dana had gotten used to the bus routes and timetables as she travelled between the hotel and the campus.

Taking her mother’s hand, Dana helped her off the bus and onto a busy street, filled with people making their way to work as it was rush hour in the morning. Dana had done a little exploring on her own the previous days but hadn’t had much of a chance to look at the storefronts like they planned on doing today. She hadn’t brought much with her, only her suitcase and the majority of space in her mother’s too, as Maggie had promised they would go and buy things once they were here as it would be easier that way. And that way her belongings would still be at home for when she came back to visit during the school breaks.

They spent their morning walking around the different streets and Dana ended up getting a spare bedsheet, some new towels as well as some toiletries from a little boutique store that was filled with soaps and hair products that smelt like roses, Dana’s favourite. Maggie insisted on buying her a new bag and a few new outfits that Dana had loved the look of as well as all the stationary she would need for the first semester. Dana would be left with a savings account that her mother and father would deposit money into every month so she could have an allowance until she got a job. Maggie urged that she shouldn’t hurry in finding work, that she should take a while to settle into her new schedule and that there would always be money there for emergencies. Dana wasn’t one to spend money frivolously, only planning on using it for the essentials like food, school supplies and accidentals.

Maggie had already taken her to the campus shop to purchase the textbooks she would need, which Dana had felt guilty for as both her Anthropology and Biophysics textbooks had ended up costing quite a bit. Maggie had just waved her off, not hesitating to pay, but Dana intended to keep them as pristine as she could in hopes she could get some money back for them at the end of her degree and repay her parents.

After almost a full day of shopping, they ended up walking past a bookstore on the way back to the bus stop and Dana proposed they have a look inside. Dana smiled when her mother went straight to the murder mystery section - it was the first stop she went to in every bookstore, while Dana headed for the general fiction section. Dana’s fingers brushed over the covers as she tilted her head, looking over the titles with interest. Reading was always a good escape for her and she would never turn down a novel where she could lose herself in the pages for a while.

Dana walked her way slowly up the aisle, before she reached the end and caught sight of a blonde crouched down in the literature section, pulling a book off the shelf with black polished nails. Dana watched her flick the book over before she brushed her short hair back, revealing a set of piercing blue eyes. The girl opened the book and read a few lines before she rose to her feet, turning and catching Dana’s gaze.

Dana gave a polite smile as the blonde walked towards her, tapping her fingers against the cover of whatever book she had grabbed from the shelf. Stepping back slightly, Dana made room for the girl to walk past her in the aisle, but she bumped into the shelf softly in the process. The blonde smirked at her clumsiness and Dana watched her walk around the corner and out of eyesight. Way to look like an idiot, Dana.

Turning back around, Dana resumed looking at the titles before she heard her name being called and saw her mother making her way towards her, a Joanne Harris novel in her hands. Maggie had always been a fan of the murder mysteries ever since Dana could remember so it was no surprise that she had found another book to add to her collection.

“Have you found anything you like sweetheart?” Maggie inquired.

Shaking her head, Dana closed the distance between them as she reached and took the book out of her mother's hand, flipping it over to give a quick read of the back before she made an impressed face.

“Sounds like a good one. Come on, let me get it for you as a thank you present for everything you have done for me this past week.” Dana said with a grateful smile.

Maggie began to protest, but Dana cut her off with a scowl.

“Mum, please. It’s the least I can do. Besides, it will give you something to read on the plane home tomorrow.”

Maggie sighed and relented as Dana walked towards the counter to pay for the book with some of the crinkled bills she had in her jeans pocket.

After the book was purchased and they made their way to the bus stop, Dana and Maggie juggled their bags of shopping into the dorm room and spent the rest of the afternoon organising everything and putting things into their new home. Dana was impressed with how comforting they managed to make it look, though it still didn’t feel like home and she was sure it wouldn’t ever have that feel to it.

Just as it started to get dark, Dana walked her mother back to the bus stop and hugged her, promising to meet her the following morning at her hotel so they could go to the airport together. Dana wasn’t looking forward to sending her mother home and being left alone, but she was sure the feelings would get better the longer she stayed there by herself. Missy had told her that it would be good for her to go out on her own and spread her wings. Dana wasn’t sure what that meant yet, but hopefully, that would come to her in time too.

Once the bus carried her mother out of sight, Dana let out a shaky breath. The sour feeling in her stomach was hitting her with full force and she had to swallow down a rise of bile in her throat. Loneliness wasn’t something that agreed with her just yet, it would seem. Turning on her heels, Dana tucked her hands into her pockets as she walked back towards her dorm room, suddenly not having the energy to smile politely at the people walking around her. She just wanted to retreat to her room and not have to worry about people seeing her cry.

——♡——

Most of the people had started to arrive in the other rooms on her floor, so she didn’t have the communal bathroom all to herself as she had hoped for. Wrapping a towel around herself, Dana ducked her head and avoided the other girls in the bathroom who were chatting in a thick northern English accent that Dana couldn’t quite understand.

Hugging the towel to herself, Dana grabbed her toiletry bag and quickly walked across the hall to her room before slipping inside, resting her wet hair against the door. She hadn’t thought about bringing a change of clothes with her as everyone else had, and she felt lucky that her room wasn’t far and there were no people in the hall for her to make a fool of herself in front of.

Taking the towel off her body, Dana walked towards the small set of drawers next to her bed, drying her hair roughly as she rummaged through the second drawer to find her pyjamas, which consisted of a large navy shirt of her father’s she had taken a few years ago and a pair of checkered shorts. She threw the wet towel onto the bed, got changed, and hung the towel on the hook behind her door.

Suddenly, she felt very small and the constant dull chatter from the other dorm rooms did nothing to settle her feelings of sadness. Dana stood for a moment, feeling her wet hair seep into the back of her shirt and a warmness fill her eyes. Shaking her head, she quickly blinked the tears away.

“You can do this. Come on, Starbuck. You can do this.” It was a mantra she spoke to the empty room that gave Dana a tiny flicker of courage, picturing her father’s warm face and soft eyes that he only ever showed to his family.

Dana looked at the red lights on her clock and sighed when they read 9:47 pm. It was still early, but her body was almost acclimated to the change in time zones enough for her to begin to feel tired. Grabbing her copy of Moby Dick off her desk, she turned off her ceiling light, leaving only the slight warm glow from the small lamp on her bedside table. Maybe she could read for a little bit to get her mind off things, it usually worked at home. Getting into bed, Dana put the blankets over her knees as she rested back against the headboard, reaching over to her bedside table to grab her glasses and slip them on before she opened her book to the page where she left off a few days ago.

But no matter how many times she read the same lines over and over again, nothing seemed to sink in enough for her to focus on the story. Her stomach was churning and it was starting to make her frustrated. Huffing, Dana threw the book to the floor, and watched as it tumbled on the rug before it fell with half the pages tucked under the cover and now folded. Taking off her glasses, Dana held them in her hand and gripped them tightly between her fingers. Maybe her mother was right. Maybe she should just go back home right now and just choose a university closer to home.

Pulling the blankets back, she placed her glasses back under her lamp before she walked over to pick up her book from the floor, pausing when her fingers touched a piece of white paper, a stark contrast to the worn yellowing pages of her book. Dana picked the book up and pulled the piece of paper out from in between the pages. She couldn’t remember leaving any notes in this book.

Dana opened the folded paper and sucked in a breath when she immediately noticed her sister’s handwriting, a mass of messy nearly illegible script. Dana put her book down on the bed as she sat down, quickly grabbing her glasses so she could read the words her sister had written to her.

To Dana,

I wrote this for you when you first told me where you planned to study. You have your heart set on it, I can see that stupid little sparkle in your eyes when you talk about it. But I also know how you can doubt yourself, how you can think you don’t deserve things you’ve achieved through all your hard work and dedication to the things you want. You don’t need to doubt yourself, I know you can do this. You are strong and can be so determined when you want to be, even if it gets you into trouble from time to time. Trust yourself, Dana. I’m your big sister and I will be here for you, even if you screw up. But you aren’t going to do that. It seems like you got all the brains in the family and all of us are always trying to catch up to you. I’m only a very expensive phone call away.

You can do this,

Missy

Dana held the letter in her shaky fingers, not able to see the words anymore from the blurriness of the tears behind her glasses. She took them off and put them on the bed to rub her eyes, wiping away the tears now threatening to fall down her cheek. She wasn’t sure how Missy knew she would need words of encouragement, but she had a way of always knowing Dana better than she knew herself.

Sniffling, Dana looked back down at the note in her hand with a smile, somehow feeling Missy sitting right next to her even though she was hundreds of miles away. She would have to remember to tell her mother to thank Missy for her when she got home. Folding the note in half again, Dana held it to her chest for a moment and let out a breath, less shaky than a few moments ago. Missy believed in her. That was something they didn’t really speak about. Her relationship with her sister meant more to Dana than anything. They fought like crazy sometimes, but they both loved each other fiercely. That would never change.

Grabbing her glasses once again she put them back on the nightstand before she got back into bed, the note in her hand as she situated herself under the covers. Leaning over, Dana switched off her lamp and the room flooded with darkness. It took her eyes a few moments to adjust to vaguely see the outlines of solid objects as she snuggled down, slipping the note under her pillow before resting her head down. She could feel her wet hair seeping into the material of the pillow, but Dana didn’t care.

Lying on her back, Dana looked up at the ceiling, the silence now becoming deafening. Closing her eyes, Dana rolled over on her side, curled up, and wished sleep would take her away for a few restful hours.

——♡——

Sleep didn’t come at all. Dana hated that. Once the light of the early morning started seeping through her closed blinds, Dana turned her head to look at the clock. 5:06 am. Her mother’s flight would leave in a few hours so Dana figured she would just head over to the hotel now and spend a few more hours with her mother before she left. She couldn’t bear to lay in bed a moment longer anyway.

Sitting up, Dana threw the blankets off her and got to her feet, catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror she had fixated on her wardrobe door. Her hair was a mass of fluffy red curls and her eyes were red from the tears she had shed as well as the lack of sleep. Dana ran her fingers through her hair before grabbing her toiletry bag and heading to the toilets to both relieve herself and try to make herself somewhat presentable for the day.

Dana returned with her hair brushed but still fluffy and curly, unable to do much else and she didn’t have the energy to style it today. She would deal with that tomorrow when classes started. Dana picked one of the new outfits her mother had bought her; a knee-length black denim skirt, red flannelette shirt and black singlet top. Dana slipped on her black converse, slightly dirty from years of wear, before she grabbed her bag and put in the essentials: wallet, book and a bag of gummy bears from her drawer. Something was telling her she might need the pick me up later when she eventually crashed from lack of sleep, and she was anticipating the final separation from her mother was going to be something that would knock her around too.

It took Dana a short walk in the brisk early morning air under the faint glow of the streetlights and a 15-minute bus ride to reach the hotel. Dana paused in the reception area, looking at the large clock on the wall. It wasn’t even 6 am yet. She knew her mother was an early bird, but maybe she should wait a little while longer before disturbing her.

Sitting down on one of the small lounge chairs in the lobby, Dana reached into her bag and pulled out her book. Crossing her legs, Dana opened the book and began to read, her eyes flicking up every couple of minutes to the clock. She would read for another hour or so and then make her way up to her mother’s room. They served breakfast around that time so Dana was sure she would be up before then.

The lobby had slowly begun to fill with the bustle of people over the next hour and Dana had put her book away in favour of people watching. Maggie had picked this hotel because of it being so central to London’s business district and now Dana understood that it was favoured by businessmen and women for the same reason. There was a steady flow of people dressed for work leaving and arriving and by the time the clock hit 7 am the lobby chairs had been filled with people drinking coffee and reading the morning papers. Dana smiled slightly at the nice old lady sitting next to her and grabbed her bag, slinging it over her shoulder and walking towards the elevators.

Stopping in front of her mother's room, Dana pulled her bag tighter onto her shoulder and raised her hand to knock a few times on the wood. It took only a few moments before Maggie opened the door, her hair sitting perfectly on her shoulders and the slight makeup on her face making her appear years younger. Maggie’s eyes went from happy to worried in a matter of seconds as she took in the rough appearance of her daughter.

“Dana, you’re here early…” Pausing, she reached for Dana, resting her hands on her upper arm, giving it a slight squeeze. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, mum, just a bit of a rough night that’s all. I was up so I thought I would come over a little earlier and spend some time with you before we have to leave for the airport.” Dana gave her a small smile as she rested her hand on her mother’s arm, rubbing it gently.

Maggie let her daughter into the room and shut the door as Dana flopped onto the neatly made bed, letting her bag fall to her feet. It was amazing how efficient her mother was, it was like no one had stayed in the room at all. Looking around, Dana saw how the room was spotless, all traces of her mother tucked away into the suitcase resting next to her on the bed, all except for her handbag resting on the chest of drawers closest to the door.

“When’s your flight again?” Dana asked, her voice soft.

Maggie grabbed her bag and walked over to Dana, removing the suitcase off the bed and making room for herself to sit down next to her daughter. Rummaging inside, she pulled out her boarding pass, handing it to Dana. Looking down at the ticket in her hand, Dana’s fingers ran over the time.

“10 am boarding time… 9 arrival time. So we don’t have too long then, huh?” Dana stated, giving the ticket back to her mother with sad eyes.

The tight feeling in her stomach that had been bothering her all morning was getting worse as the seconds ticked by. She wasn’t sure what she would do without her mother there with her. Even though she was staying across town, she was still within reach. But soon, she wouldn’t be. Maggie would soon be on a plane back home to the US and Dana would be rooted there, alone. She was getting tired of crying, but she could feel herself getting hot in the cheeks as she turned her head.

Maggie reached under Dana’s chin, turning her head back to look into her eyes. The moment Dana’s eyes met the soft warm eyes of her mother, she broke. Her bottom lip trembled as Maggie pulled her close, wrapping her arms protectively around the small child in her arms. Because in this moment that was how Dana felt. Like a child. And in some instances maybe she still was.

Sobbing, Dana buried her face into Maggie’s chest, enveloping herself in the familiar scent of jasmine and home. Maggie said nothing, just held her tightly, her hand coming up to rest on the back of Dana’s head, brushing her hair soothingly. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go, she needed to be strong like Missy had told her to be and spread her wings on her own. But it was so hard to have to eliminate the comfort only her mother could give her.

Dana wasn’t sure how long she stayed in her mother’s arms after she had stopped crying, but the gentle encouragement of Maggie’s arms guiding her away and saying, “Sweetheart, we need to get going,” told her that it must have been close to an hour.

Pulling out of Maggie’s embrace, Dana wiped her eyes and tucked her fly away hair behind her ears. Nodding silently, she got to her feet and helped her mother up off the bed too, out of courtesy more than necessity. Maggie gathered her handbag and boarding ticket as Dana put her bag back over her shoulder before reaching down to pull up the handle of Maggie’s suitcase. Maggie objected but Dana brushed her away with a small smile, her lips dry from the previous hour crying against her mother’s chest. Gathering the fragments of courage inside, she tried to stand a little taller than she felt.

“It’s the least I can do, mum. Come on, let’s go.”

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[no-one-hears-me]

@trauma-rat tagged me to do this 💚💚💚💚💚 green hearts for you :p

1) search your name + core + aesthetic in google and see what images come out.

it's funny because I thought it would probably just be anime stuff, and you'll never believe what it is 😶 that's not my aesthetic 😔

2) some questions!

name: Sera

nickname: I don't think there are any???

zodiac: the website I used didn't give a sun sign idk what that is??? Zodiac Libra, Rising Virgo, Moon Aquarius

languages: English 👉👈 but I can usually figure out what's being said when I read Spanish, I can't translate it though

favorite season: Spring!!! I like rain and clouds and warm (not hot!!!!) weather and all the animals

favorite flower: I'm not a flower person??? I don't know a whole lot but I like roses, hyacinths, and queen Anne's lace (Mr Aloe is better than any flower 😊)

favorite scent: okay so like, going on a walk in the woods on an early spring morning after it rained all night? stuff like that. For candles, I mostly like fruit scents and nature scents

favorite color: black, but I also like dark gray and certain shades of red (red and black is kinda the best color combo ever)

favorite animals: all of them 💜 my favorites would be, ducks, basically anything you can keep as a pet (dogs, cats, rabbits, geckos, whatever) and farm animals, and also woodland animals (like deer, raccoons, that stuff)

favorite fictional chatacters: I dont really have any??? I kind of don't watch movies/tv and I haven't read any fiction in awhile. I can't think of anyone :/

coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: hot chocolate

average sleep: not sure, and it depends. I'm really inconsistent with what time I go to bed and my sleep schedule is wack and changes frequently. so usually like 3-6 hours maybe?

dogs or cats: I love both 💙💙 and I have both!! but I would probably own a cat

blankets: I get hot super easily so while I like blankets, I can't use too many. normally two and one in the summer

dream trip: I'm not a fan of traveling so I don't have any particular destination, but I'd like to go somewhere with pretty nature scenery with like, some really nice woods to walk in? and also not a tourist place. so I can't name a city for that, but probably somewhere in Europe, like Ireland or Sweden or something

blog established: last January??

followers: I have a policy about not sharing my number of followers, so... there's more than two of you

random fact about me: so this isn't random to irl people but I don't think I've ever mentioned it here before??? I love knives!! currently I don't have a whole lot and the ones I do have are kinda small, but I wanna get some bigger/cooler ones

I'll tag @dorkylittleweirdo @canadiancryptidhunter @trauma2keepyouwarmer @transpicuous-system @lilyalone @fawning-fawn @wrathfulfawn @gummyworm-core @infiniys @abandoned-monster @bitterandmad @bruisedmelancholy @softsaram @what-i-remember-of-you @affectionwhxre @gmsandxrs @lowclasscrybaby yes I'm being obnoxious with the tagging but I'm just tagging some mutuals and people I see in my notes, you don't have to do it if you don't want to 😬 but I like seeing everyone's answers!!! 🖤🖤

#okay the tags should work #i had to download the tumblr app for these tags smh #you guys dont have to do it #if you wanna do this but you aren't tagged go ahead!!!! #i tagged everyone so bc i didnt wanna leave anyone out #go ahead and say i tagged you idc #and yes this was fun thank you James

[honeybeesintheimpala]

Title: An Angel's Lullaby

Pairing: DeanCas, Destiel

Rating: Explicit

Words: 93,662

Status: Complete

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/7984306/chapters/18268822

Chapter One - The Man with the Ocean Eyes

"Excuse me," a gravelly voice suddenly fills the room and Dean's pen nearly goes flying, heart pumping. It's been at least two days since anyone's even walked through those doors and being alone with his thoughts isn't exactly a new thing but for that long, it gets to be a surprise when someone says something. He keeps it under control though, doesn't look up except a quick glance at a nice pair of khakis and a deep purple jumper.

He goes back to scribbling on the piece of paper where he's supposed to be filling out a request for another truck to come and take away a few boxes of older books, bring them to a charity or a foster house somewhere. 

"What can I help you with," he says, surprised that his own voice is bored considering his heart is pounding out a Jamaican beat and he's pretty sure he almost pissed his pants.

"I was just wondering if there are any books that you might recommend? I'm in the mood for reading, but not really sure what to look for," the man speaks at a low volume, as if there's anyone here to be disturbed.

Dean's intrigue is piqued though, so he pauses his doodles, knits his eyebrows together and looks up.

His eyes trace up the outline of his jumper, which wraps nicely around a narrow waist and a great chest, then leads into a white collared shirt, tan neck, a scruffy jaw that can't decide between chiseled and soft, some full lips that look like they might be chapped bit also look incredibly kissable, a straight-edge nose, and finally, two unfathomable blue eyes, shining bright as the Caribbean ocean that Dean is entirely too sure they are made of. His hair is a messy looking, bed-head-esque mop of dark chocolate brown and he smiles down at Dean as if he isn't the most attractive person Dean's ever encountered.

He's actually blown away by the fact that this man is inside a nearly failing library right now instead of out modeling a white pinstripe suit and blue tie from Men's Warehouse somewhere.

This time, Dean thinks he may actually piss his pants, but he refrains from any sort of urination onto cloth, as a mind-blowingly handsome man with some captivating blue eyes that seem to have stolen the sea is standing in front of his desk, asking about books.

He also refrains from exhibiting all of these passing thoughts on his face, because it feels like it's been a few minutes since he asked the question and the guy's probably starting to think Dean's some weirdo who can't speak under pressure.

"Library's a dying business, sir," he sits back in his chair and sets the pen down slowly. "Yeah, all the kids got their...electronic readers and...there are bookstores that sell books. Never out of stock of a specific book. Sometimes we get that; not having a specific book because all the copies got checked out...or we used to have that..."

The man stares down at him with such focus and intent, nodding along and knitting his brows together. Who is this guy?

"Nah, I mean, it's amazing that...someone wants a book so badly and loves it so much that they gotta buy it and have it forever," Dean continues, then leans forward again, grabbing a book to his left and wiggling it in the air. "Not so awesome for the library."

"That's so...intriguing...that you respect those other industries so much..." He replies, squinting, head tilting in a puppy dog manner.

Dean chuckles, setting the book down. Stares at the black cover as his smile slowly fades.

"Not much else I can do," he shrugs, shuffling through several books to find the one with the light yellow-beige cover, red outline and text reading Oliver Twist glaring up at him, and a small, square, painted picture of a boy in a hat playing at the edge of a wood sitting just above the title. "Once these places shut down, I'll inevitably drift into a bookstore, sign up to be a clerk or a stocker. 'Cause I mean," he flips the book over and opens the back page. Pulls out the name card from the pocket glued to the inside of the cover and examines it. "Yeah, a book ain't been checked out from here in three months."

He laughs and throws the book to his right, watches it skid across the table and come to a stop beside the red canvas hardcover with shiny blue letters indenting the words Of Mice and Men.

"Wow...so...I mean, how do you guys stay in business?" The guy is leaning ever forward, hands gripping the edge of the desk and arms stick straight as he balances himself over the books.

Dean smirks up at him.

"Ah," he scrubs at the back of his neck, cheeks hot, and looks away into the corner of the main entrance. "Well, charities? Mostly...and, uh, you know, school fundraisers, donations from the coffee shop down the street." He squints up at the giant skylight making up about ninety percent of the roof, thinking. "Oh, uh...this one guy. Some sorta bookwrite. Author of...damn, what are those things called...gaaahh...oh! An Angel's Lullaby!" Recognition passes over the man's face in clear abundance. "Guy's name, I'm still drawin' a blank on--"

"Chuck Shurley," the guy cuts him off but Dean is impressed. It's such an obscure book but he obviously knows it well.

"Yeah!" He points at the guy. "Yeah, yeah. You know him? I mean, his work?"

"Yeah...too well...why?"

"Ah, no...I'm just...just surprised, you know? Not a real popular selection," Dean thinks for a moment and it falls silent once more. Then: "You met him? He did a book signing here once. Not many people came, but..."

"Oh, yeah I've met him..." He doesn't elaborate, but Dean suspects it's because he just explained it for the guy, and it seems like it's making him a little uncomfortable anyway.

"Uh," he looks for something that might change the subject. "Well, to answer your first question..." He opens his mouth to continue but ends up chuckling and shaking his head. "Look, man, there's just too many books and not enough time. I've been coming to this library my entire life, probably read every single book by now. I mean, I can point you to some of my favourites, I guess, but really the only one off the top of my head and without me getting up is An Angel's Lullaby."

"Are you religious?" He asks suddenly and Dean's bewildered by the inquiry until he realises how obsessed he must seem with the book.

"Oh..." He breathes out a laugh. "Nah, that's...I'm an atheist, actually. I'm just...really into angels. Religions and...gods and deities are my thing. To be honest, I could probably list thirty Christian angels off the top of my head."

"Really," he seems impressed and Dean blushes harder. "How about...the three main archangels and...the Angel of Thursday."

Specific...and strange. But okay, he'll play along. For the sake of flirting.

"Okay...well there's Michael, the eldest son of God who was set to the task of casting Lucifer, second oldest, into hell because he claimed he could not love humanity as he loved his father. Gabriel, protector of humanity, present at the birth of Jesus Christ and the deliverer of the Holy news. And then...actually, my favourite, if I'm honest-" he looks up and watches the man's lips part, a blush crawling up his neck too, and he briefly wonders why, "-Castiel. Angel of Thursday, keeper of prayers said on that day." He smirks for a second before adding, "Always heard he was a real looker."

The man seems flustered, tugging at his jumper, pulling the v-neck away from his chest and adjusting his collar.

"Me too," he chokes out and Dean thinks it's entirely unfair how cute this man looks with a scarlet flush painting his cheeks and his hands not able to find a resting placing.

"I..." Dean starts, gazing down at his hand fiddling with the edge of a hardcover, nail scraping against the canvas. "I think I remember a few more books. Not real sure what you would like, but, uh..." He tears a corner off of the paper he was drawing on and scribbles down the titles and respective authors, then continues as he hands the list to the man. "Most of 'em are...classics...Little Women, Gone With the Wind, A Wrinkle in Time, Wuthering Heights...the original and best...version of Alice's Adventures in Wonderland."

The man smiles down at the list and then down at Dean, and Dean's heart leaps into his throat.

"Thank you," he says quietly and Dean's eyes flit down, small smile of modest pride lifting his lips.

"Don't mention it," he whispers back, gaze meeting the man's once more. Then he leans forward and takes up the pen again, waggling it between two fingers. He leans on his bent arm and says, "So, you plannin' on checkin' anything out today, sir?"

And, without blinking or missing a beat, the man replies with the most unexpected answer, letting the words drip from his lips like fuckin' honey when he replies, "Just you."

Dean is astonished at this guy's guts, but a brazen vocabulary and a cocky attitude is exactly the kind of thing that gets him going.

He opens his mouth in a shocked kind of smile, and shakes his head as if he's offended at the nerve of those words.

"I...don't even know your name," Dean says slowly, eyes twitching from the man's leg to his chest to his mouth to his eyes. When they meet, the man tilts his head with another squint, this one more challenging than curious. Amazing how he can squint in the same manner with just the slightest differences and change the entire composure of the movement.

But Dean doesn't let himself get too distracted by this ability, and soon encounters a moment of realisation.

The blushing, fidgeting, stumbling words when he talked about Castiel...

"Your name is Castiel," he whispers, astounded. "And you have three brothers." Then more realisation. "And you haven't met Chuck Shurley, you used to live with him."

Castiel pushes his lips out and looks down, scratches through the stubble on the edge of his jaw, nods.

"And I assume," Castiel says, squinting at the wooden triangle at the corner of Dean's desk and smiling, then continuing, "your name is Dean Winchester and you work as a librarian."

"Hey, I am not...a librarian," he protests playfully, grin growing on his teeth. "I am...a book obsessed...checker...outer."

Castiel laughs and Dean gives him a look for a moment before bursting out into his own fit of laughter at how utterly ridiculous that title sounds.

"I'm guessing that sounded better in your head?"

"It did," Dean nods and chucks the pen at one of the books, sitting back in his chair again and kicking his legs up onto his desk. He cranes his neck and reaches behind him, grips the back of another rolling chair, and rolls it over so it's facing him. Pats the seat and jerks his head. "Come on around." Castiel looks uncertain, sliding the torn paper into his pocket and pursing his lips, slight squint of his eyes. Dean chuckles. "Come on. I don't bite."

"Isn't that against the rules or something?" Castiel asks as he makes his way around the right side of the desk and through the opening in the side, in spite of his words.

"'Eah, mostly," Dean shrugs and pushes his lips out, then smiles. "But no one else is around, don't have any cameras, and-" he holds out a hand, "-I'm a rebel."

Castiel laughs wholeheartedly at this, grin huge and gummy - the most enchanting thing Dean's ever seen - and his head tilted back, crinkles at the corners of his eyes. Dean notices a slight dimple in his left cheek and stores that information in the back of his mind for later, when he's having a rough day.

"What," he says, though he knows Castiel is laughing at his insanely stupid joking around.

"Nothing, you're just...really...interesting--"

"Interesting meaning...lame?" He squints and adds, "Dumbass, weirdo, bad amusement--"

"Hey, I genuinely laughed at that," Castiel points a finger at him, not hiding his grin.

Dean shakes his head, looks away, licks his lips. Things settle for a moment.

Dean plays with the hem of his black t-shirt, scratches his nails over the faded denim of his jeans, examines the familiar dark splotch of oil on the knee. He would dress nicer for work, but the last time anyone even walked through the doors was 48 hours ago, and he wasn't expecting any company today, either.

"Can't believe I'm flirting with the son of my favourite author," he mutters, reaching back over the back of his chair to snatch up another pen.

Castiel scoffs playfully, and Dean catches the smirk on his face when he turns back around.

"You call that flirting," Castiel quips, unbuttoning the wrists if his collared shirt and rolling the sleeves of both the shirt and jumper up.

Dean lets his brows drop and pushes his lips out in confusion. "Well...yeah..." Dean watches Castiel stifle a smile and glance down and away. "Why, what do you call it."

Castiel peeks up through mischievous, dark lashes and swimming eyes, lips parting in a secretive smirk.

"Honestly?" He starts, shifting in his seat and sitting back, settling his hands together in his lap. "A sad but sweet attempt to impress me."

"Oh, is that so?"

Castiel nods, grin growing across his cheeks. 

"And what would you consider flirting, mr. big-shot-I-know-exactly-how-to-woo-the-ladies?"

"Well, first of all," Castiel leans forward, rests an elbow against his knee, uses the armrest to balance himself, and points at Dean with raised brows, as if he's about to teach a lesson. "Sir. There's a difference between being laid back and being downright cocky. And you-" the corner of his lips twitches up very briefly, and his cyan blue eyes turn dark "-are neither."

"So what, exactly," Dean whispers, fingers a bit too loosely woven around the pen, teeth digging into his lip. "Do you propose I do about it?"

Castiel's gummy smile is printed into his teeth again and he shrugs a shoulder, bringing his lips down in an impressed bow.

"Well, that's the first step. Ask what you are instead of asking what to change. When you know, even if it's not true, even if it's only what another person sees, you can accept it."

Dean squints, leaning further back into his chair, pressing his index finger into the ballpoint, black ink tip of the pen and the other to the textured top of the cap wrapped around the end, pushing his tongue into his cheek and pursing his lips.

"Alright, fine. What am I?" Dean imposes, then grips the tip of the pen between his thumb and finger and adds, "To you. Smartass."

This earns him a short chuckle and an approving nod.

"Well...I think...you're reserved. You act like you're king shit and like you know exactly who you are, like you don't give two flying fucks about where you're headed in life, or maybe like you've already accepted it. You act comfortable with yourself, but what nerd is ever actually satisfied with their existence?" He's leaning ever-forward and Dean's cocksure smile is ever-fading, eyes becoming wide with marvel as the man-who-knows-too-much continues. "I think you're unsure. You're scared and you...you hide things that you think no one cares about. You're upset and self-deprecating. Eyes of a guilty conscience."

Dean drops his gaze, first to the floor, then to the pen, still grasped tightly by his fingers which have fallen into his lap and which fiddle vapidly with the object, nail scraping at the black polycarbonate and over the white indents that spell out the company name.

"But," Castiel starts up again, voice soft and lilting. Dean swallows hard. "I think you have a lot to give. I think you have...maybe too much to give. Too much forgiveness, too much love, too much doubt, too much strength and care. I think you are the embodiment of generosity, but you don't take what you really need in return. And I think that can get dangerous, but I also think that nothing is ever really too much." Dean's eyes flit back up in time to catch Castiel's angling downward, past Dean's chair, through the desk, through the floor, staring wistfully at something intangible. "People are greedy. And you're too willing to give."

Dean searches the man's face for any sign that this is all some sort of joke, that he's being filmed or some shit, but all he finds is truth and wisdom and knowledge, and possibly a glimmer, just a glimpse in those blue eyes, of a bittersweet past, an origin for where these words came from.

"I was right!" He exclaims as he sits back in the chair, shoulders trembling with a silent laugh. "You like to cover up your pain with gay jokes and stupid references."

"Now, that, I can't deny," Dean nods and everything falls silent. He rocks his chair gently, side to side, left to right, fingers still fidgeting with the tips of the pen, his head tilted in thought. Castiel's mouth is pulled up into a ginger smile, his eyes faraway and swimming in themselves, in the past, in glistening memories and soft-edged, slow-motion, sunny-fielded dreams. "What about you?" He asks suddenly, voice crackling and ripping through the still air as a quiet question. Castiel eyes don't move but his smile grows slightly. "I mean...what do you think of yourself."

"Not much," he replies, head lolling to the side and back, eyes catching on the impotent, pathetic little piles of books scattered about Dean's desk. "I like books. Reading. Writing. Time-consuming, arbitrary activities which include my eyes scanning words on a piece of pressed wood?" He furrows his brows and Dean throws his head back in a genuine, full laughter that he hasn't experienced in a long time.

"I can tell you write. What do you write about? Like, schmoopy romance novels? Sci-fi thrillers? Action adventure futurism?"

"And I can tell you do a lot of librarian...ing..." Castiel squints and presses his lips together in the contrite afterthought but continues, nevertheless. "I write what my dad would call 'a bunch of gay shit'." Dean cocks a brow. "Get your head out of the gutter, it's not as sexy as it sounds. For the most part. Bottom line, I'm gay, I hang out with gay people, and I wanted to dedicate my life to writing about it, about that experience. But my dad has never approved much."

"You don't say."

"Yeah...he's...more into theology. I think the one book he's ever written that really ventures into the realm of fiction, or at least dips it's toes past the line, is An Angel's Lullaby."

"Which parts are real?" Dean scratches the pen across the bumpy plastic chair arm and watches the black ink run in splotches over the grey of the polyvinyl.

"Our names, obviously," Castiel shifts again, bringing his leg down from across his knee and kicking off from the floor so he spins in a circle. Dean watches with a strangely adoring smile. "It's funny that that's the part most people think is fiction. But, no. Mom was a Jesus nut and Dad is too passive to care, so we ended up with angelic names and weird looks from sane people. The only parts that aren't completely true are the things like our address, the colours they painted our rooms, some of the dialogue that he added or got rid of in order to make the conversations more interesting or sensible - you know, just these really inane things..."

He trails off and he's staring at Dean with expectant brows, and Dean realises he's staring too, realises Castiel probably stopped because it's weird how attentive he is.

"Sorry. You're fun to listen to."

Castiel's cheeks paint themselves a thick fuchsia and his eyes drop to his empty palms resting uselessly in his lap, the lines becoming suddenly very interesting. Then they catch on his watch and widen and his head whips up.

"Well, if I'm so interesting to listen to," he leans forward, snatches the pen from Dean's hand, then takes the other hand and begins a careful scrawl across the back of it as he continues, "why don't you call me. And we can figure out a time to meet at the-" he recaps the pen and gently replaces it in Dean's hand "-coffee place down the street. But, right now, I have to go. College...and shit. Studying for a major in English takes a lot of time away from socialising."

"Sorry to keep you, I didn't--"

"No no no! It was..." His blush deepens and he stands, head down. "It was incredible to meet you. I really hope I can see you again."

"O-Of course," Dean's voice comes out stammered and soft, crackling with hope and fear and adoration, and Castiel smiles broadly.

"Great," he whispers back, then he's rushing around the side of the desk and out the front door and Dean is left to wonder if the entire exchange was even real or if his lonely, empty mind is just playing games. 

When he looks at the neat, black little numbers on his hand, he realises just how real right now is.

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[nei-ning]

I had weird dream once again.

At the beginning I was with sis, mom and bro in this supermarket looking place. I was at the meat desk with mom when sis walked away. I yelled after her what fish she wants, even that I knew what she wanted, but she didn't hear me. Sadly this older man didn't have this said fish so he, randomly, just gave me a 500 grams of highland cows meat. I got shocked when I saw the price! It was 4,435,25 (or something similar, but it started with 4,4 and had 6 numbers in total). I snapped abd I started to yell at this man, saying how horribly expensive this meat is and that I can't pay such price about it.

A middle aged woman, who also worked on the meat desk, came there saying it had been her idea. She sounded irritated as she kept nagging back at me. I refused to buy the meat so she had no choice but to throw it away because they just couldn't but it back on the desk, in that box, and sell it to someone else.

I then met this thin and tall man. I didn't see his face, but he had long black hair, t-shirt on long sleeve shirt, long pants (maybe jeans) and shoes. He took me and my sis in this small cage in this supermarket, buying us ice-cream. He wanted to make me feel better since I was still pissed about the meat. His trick worked! I loved that ice-cream (lightly brown balls in a bowl, having small chocolate chips all around abd on them) and I was laughing so much with him! He didn't laugh out loud, but I know he was at least smiling, letting out few small chuckles. I was leaning on the table with my elbow while hiding my eyes since I was crying with tears of laugh! :'D

Then this man, myself, bro and mom were sitting in a car, mom driving this old familiar road (from Viitaniemi to Losomäki). There's 2 houses, even in real life, and for a some reason my bro and I started to tell this man how my dad's grandparents had lived in both of those houses when they were still alive (to my knowledge this never happened in real life, but then again I know nothing about them. Only where their graves are).

Next I was in some room with this man and there was a German Shepherd. He was very nice dog, but we, for a some reason, had to nail 3 different seals around the bed he was on to seal him in. If we didn't he would had attack on us. This dog realized what we were doing and it tried to attack on me. I didn't see this because it weirdly happened outside of my view while I wasn't in my body). Luckily I managed to dodge it and we nailed those 3 symbols, sealing the dog in.

This brick wall near the bed exploded and another dog, like a pitbull but much larger, got up from the ground. It was this German shepherd's friend. This male friend of mine told me to go back in the cave, where I had been earlier in the dream at some point, and find help from this frozen mammoth. It was still very young mammoth who was on it's feet, looking straight up at me when I eyed it from open window.

Around it was 2 women who knew the mammoth. They probably had found him or so. I climbed on the mammoth, finding its back almost touching the cave's ceiling abd the ceiling had SO MANY human skulls but only above the mammoth. One of the women said I need to clean the skulls and remove them. I started to clean the first one with a spoon and it was easy. Dirt abd skull both came off easily. There was loud grumbling sound somewhere so we stopped wondering what happened, but eventually I got back to work. Next there was a skull who's chin bone moved when I touched it. Another grumble but nothing else. Behind it was 3 skulls in line on the wall. First one's lower tooth moved like a switch when I pressed it. Another loud grumble but that was all - with no more skulls.

Then I woke up. Funny thing here is that in my personal reading, what I ordered, with other pick a card readings as well as my own readings, one of the themes has been repeating itself over and over again: "You live in the past. Let go (of fears). Stop trying to control others etc."

Mammoth also symbolizes living in / focusing on the past! But it also symbolizes overcoming your fears, becoming that who you desire to be and so on. So the theme keeps jumping up on my face. It's tricky and requires a lot of awareness to work on myself, to get my mind off of the past, but I want to change. I'm tired of constantly thinking these negative thoughts since I know this isn't me - and it's very tiring.

I have to get back, at least, on listening few mantras / affirmations. It also would help if I could write or draw, let my imagination flow. I need to try my lappy and see will it work normally. Until then, I have to play with ps4 since I have many games what I haven't even open yet, some are still badly unfinished and I got even more games as a Christmas gift :'D

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[onepmstwopms-blog]

PMS, yes you,I am going to destroy you! So I'm starting this journey on writing about PMS and just in case you don't know what is PMS well let me brake it down for you (please brace yourself and hold on to your wigs and your pearls) It's a shitty condition, that will make you feel like dogshit a week or 2 weeks before your actually menstrual cycle. PMS is every woman nightmare, it's also every person you interact with nightmare… You see a lot of time growing up I heard people say to women when they don't feel good or are grumpy or tired: oh well i guess she has her period or some shit like that, (truth be told I probably said it once or twice or more 👀👀 I knooooooow but I'm being real with you) so yeah we've all heard the stupid jokes on women having their period and what not. Yes I have swing moods, I'm also craving Nutella and bread so motherfucker what's your point? Do I have my period no, do I want to feel like dog shit hell naaawwww but guess what? A girl was born with a Vajayjay, a girl wants to have no name but a girl will go Arya on you if you repeat that stupidness of having period again! PMS makes me feel unwanted, uncomfortable, misunderstood and more, PMS made me gain weight, like  I can't barely contain myself I'm hungry like a newborn baby craving all kind of things, I feel exhausted with the craziest headaches one can have, I feel depressed and sleep deprived. I'm so tired of it and defeated but today I've decided that I don't want to be a PMS victim anymore I want to fight back and get my life and my groove back. I discovered PMS while changing channels back and forth about 3 years ago. I stumble on an episode from “The View” where the ladies were discussing PMS’ symptoms and how it feels to have PMS. At the time I didn't even know that this was a thing, I didn't know what was PMS but what I did know is that I was having all the symptoms cited (and fucking more) a week or 2 weeks before my cycle will start. From this day I started paying attention to my body, to my moods and my eating habits. For me PMS was more or so something that will be temporary, I had just given birth and I thought that maybe after 6 months, you know I will get back my life and my mojo… sadly mistaken beloved :) :) 3 years have gone by and my PMS got worse every year making me gain a total of 50lbs over this time period. As I am sitting here writing down this, I am still wondering how did this happen? Like how in the world I became this overweight, moody, bitchy, crying and depressed person??? How did I let PMS control my entire life every 2 weeks, how did I let that happen? You know its easy to sit down and ask this question, every 2 weeks I can't control myself, I barely find sleep and to be honest I am probably at fault. I read somewhere that eating habits and lifestyle in general contributes in the worsening of PMS symptoms. Today I can say yes I did let PMS take over my life and I didn't do shit to stop it. I kept complaining about and blamed everything on this condition.. easy right?? Its easy to cuss out your husband or significant other and start an argument when you have PMS, it’s also easy to eat some Nutella by the jar, just because you are craving chocolate (I am a huge chocolate lover, like really really) it’s also easy to cry all day and wondering how you became so fat and you are not attractive, you don’t want to have sex, you don't want no one to touch or kiss because you because your headaches are so bad that you feel like a train is rolling in your skull. Today I've decide to “RECLAIM MY TIME” from PMS, today I've decided to not let PMS lead my life but to get that shit under control, today I've decided to kick PMS in the ass and get my life and my health back on track. No more crazy eating episodes (at least trying to be strong enough the first 2 months), no more complaining about how my life is so annoying and miserable when I have PMS, because really I've the most amazing life, married with 2 healthy and lovely children who love me like no other. A supportive family, supportive friends who am I kidding when I complain about petty shit? I will write about this every day and find myself, I am doing this for me, and expressing myself through writing will help me to go through this journey. XOX

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