#(and then my brother will be home in a week so we can binge video games :p)

[putawayurhalo]

Out For Blood | Chapter Three: See Right Through You

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Munson!Reader ; Eddie Munson x Fem!Henderson!O.C.

Warnings: Strong language, No major season 4 spoilers (next chapter though), scheming and plotting

Word Count: 2.1k words - a short chapter I know I’m sorry

Author’s  Note: Sooooo I was busy moving so that’s why this took forever to write and post, and yes I know it’s short and unedited because I wanted to get this out, but I am working on the next chapter and hoping to get that posted today, if not tomorrow, as well!

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“Okay so what’s the game plan here?” Jenny practically slams her hands down on the table, her backpack sliding off one of her shoulders. She looks between Eddie and Dustin waiting for a response, “Seriously you two wanted me to meet you in drama department room or whatever they’re referring to this room as now,” She gestures to the room with her left hand before place it back down on the table, “and the two of you don’t even have a plan ready to go?” 

Dustin shook his head, “We were kind of hoping you’d be able to come up with one.”

Jenny rolled her eyes at the duo as she sat down, “Cannot believe I’m wasting my lunch hour doing this…” She sighed, “I might not know much about Dungeons and Dragons, in fact I know, like, nothing other than some dice being rolled and math being involved, but let’s treat this like that.” Jenny started before grabbing a few mini figures and placing them in front of her.

She lifted one up, looked at it and nodded to herself, “Okay so this one will represent (Y/N) and…” She trailed off before picking up one she liked, “this one will represent Steve, and the rest of these will represent us, the friend group.” She started placing them randomly in front of her on the table. “Okay so the… what is it called? Quest?” 

She looked over at Eddie and he nodded in response, “Okay so the quest here is getting these two to have a decent conversation with one another… but we have some obstacles. Starting with Steve, he graduated last year so he’s never here unless I need him to pick up Dustin when I have an away game and even then he doesn’t leave his car and (Y/N) refuses to go anywhere near Steve because she’ll have a nervous breakdown. So that’s where Dustin and I come in,” She moved two figures next to the one representing (Y/N), “We’re the only two who are mutually as important to both of them.” 

“So how do we use you two to get them in the same room?” Eddie asked as he crossed his arms on the table and leaned forward to ‘get a better look’. 

“That’s where you come in, Sir Munson.” Jenny smiled at him, “You need to come up with some excuse not to drive (Y/N) home tonight. I’ll offer to drive her home and I’ll use Max,” She picked up another figure, “as my excuse when she tries to say ‘it’s out of your way’.” Jenny rolled her eyes.

“Where do I fit in?” Dustin was curious about his sister’s plan.

“You, my little shit of a brother, are my ticket to getting (Y/N) into Family Video after school today. We will be stopping there and we’re going to pretend we need to rent a movie for sibling bonding night.” Jenny started to explain.

“But we haven’t done that since last summer.” Dustin interrupted her.

“And (Y/N) doesn’t know that, as far as she knows we still watch the Star Wars Trilogy every week. Besides, you’ll go in and distract Steve by asking him questions about different movies and get him away from the counter so I can bring (Y/N) in. Then when you get back to the counter with some random movie ba da bing ba da boom we get them talking.” Jenny exclaimed as she moved the two figures closer together. “Call the quest: Operation Harrison.”

“Harrison?” Eddie raised an eyebrow.

“Harrington and Munson put together… duh! Besides if Dusty here slips up we can cover it up with saying we’re talking about Harrison Ford.” Jenny smiled to herself, proud of herself for this plan.

“And if we fail this quest?” Dustin asked his sister.

“Then we move onto plan b… which you’ll only find out if we get there.” She responded as the bell rang. “Get to class, Dusty, don’t need mom getting another call about you being tardy.”

Dustin grumbled as he grabbed his bag and left the room swiftly; Jenny grabbed her bag and started to stand up, “You know, for a girl who claims to know nothing about how D&D works, you sure knew how to come up with a decent campaign right there.” Eddie spoke to her as he picked up a few of the figures his girlfriend had moved around.

“Well what can I say? I’ve learned from the best dungeon master to ever live in Hawkins.” She smiled at him and touched his hand, “Now Sir Munson, would you like to escort Princess Henderson to her class?”

“Jenny Henderson wants to be seen with Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson by her teammates?” Eddie asked as he turned his hand over to lightly grip hers. 

Jenny’s smile faltered and she sat back down, “I forgot about that.” She whispered as she squeezed Eddie’s hand, “I’m sorry babe.” She looked at him with a frown.

“Hey, no hard feelings Princess. Besides your brother and my sister don’t even know yet, I’d feel bad if they found out from stupid jocks.” He smiled at her before standing up, “My lady.” He helped her stand up, “I’ll tell (Y/N) I’ve got last minute band practice today, she’ll be mad but she’ll get over it.” 

Jenny nodded, “God I hope this works, I don’t actually have a plan b.” She stood on her tippy toes and lightly kissed Eddie, “I’ll see you later.”

Eddie smiled at her, “Yeah…” he trailed off as she started to turn around, he lightly smacked her ass, “Now get to class sweetcheeks.” He smirked at her as she giggled in response and left the room.

“What do you mean you can’t drive me home today Eddie?!” (Y/N) screamed at him as they exited the school.

“It means exactly as I said it, I can’t drive you home. I’ve got band practice and we’ve got to start early today, Gareth has some family bullshit thing to do tonight.” Eddie replied as he continued as he walked towards his van.

“I can take you home, (Y/N).” Jenny spoke as she passed the siblings.

“Nope, nah, no way in hell am I making you drive all the way across town just to drop me off, I rather walk.” (Y/N) spoke as she started walking.

Jenny looked over to Eddie and winked before mouthing ‘go.’, “(Y/N) come on, I’m dropping Max off as it is. We just have to make one stop.”

“Are you kidding me?” (Y/N) spoke as Jenny pulled into a parking space in front of Family Video. 

“Hey, Dustin and I have to grab a movie for sibling family night and if we came after dropping you and Max off all the good movies would be rented.” Jenny spoke as Dustin and Max got out of the car and went inside. “Come on, (Y/N/N), it will only take about five minutes, I promise.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, “Fine, but after five minutes I’m leaving the store and walking home.” She unbuckled her seat belt and opened the car door, “I’m being serious.”

“Oh I know.” Jenny responded as she got out of the car. 

The duo entered the store, Jenny walking towards the counter where Dustin and Max were talking to Steve, (Y/N) going towards the horror section trying to avoid Steve at all costs, “Where’s Robin?”

“Running late,” Steve started, “Something about homework.” He winked at Jenny.

Dustin groaned, “No, you’re not supposed to fall for my sister!”

“Gross!” Both Jenny and Steve said at the same time.

“Oh so now my sister’s gross?” Dustin raised an eyebrow at Steve.

“Man what the…” Steve trailed off when he noticed a certain girl walking around the corner of one of the aisles, his mouth slightly agape as he watched her.

“Earth to Harrington.” Max waved her hand in front of his face as two minutes of him just staring at (Y/N). Max followed where his eyes were looking and smirked, “Seriously, Steve? Why don’t you just talk to her?” She questioned him as he turned his attention toward her.

“Why would I talk to /her/?” He asked the younger girl, who rolled her eyes in response.

“Harrington…” Jenny started, “Just talked to her for like a minute, a civil conversation with her at least on your side… please for me and Dustin.” Jenny batted her eyelashes at him.

Steve took a deep inhale, “Fine, but stop doing that weird eye thing, it’s not cute it looks… creepy.” Steve motioned with his hands as he walked from behind the counter and towards the horror section. 

He shook his head before turning the corner in the aisle she was in, “Need any help choosing a movie?” He asked softly. 

(Y/N) looked up at him and shook her head, “Look Harrington, I know it’s your job but you and I both know neither of us want you to even talk to me.”

“That’s not true!” He exclaimed.

“Yes it is. Don’t pretend like you give an actual fuck about me.” She scoffed as she picked up one of the movies, turning it over to read the description on the back. 

“But I do care…” Steve muttered, (Y/N) barely heard him but she did.

She sighed, “Steve, I’d be hard pressed to find any reason whatsoever to change my mind on this. We both know we weren’t meant to be,” Steve frowned slightly at her words his heart tapping harder than it had the day they met, hell (Y/N) was breaking her own heart saying the words, “As far as I’m concerned, I mean as much to you as the bridge you burned last summer… no pun intended.” She set the movie back down and made her way towards the counter, her hand lightly touching Steve's, both of them slightly jumping from the static shock one of them gave the other. 

“(Y/N), I never meant…” 

(Y/N) quickly shushed him, “Don’t finish that sentence, Steve…” She whispered quietly, fiddling with her fingers, pulling slightly at the skin around her nails.

“But I mean them…” Steve started but quickly shut himself up as he watched her shake head, she stood by the counter now. Max, Jenny, and Dustin watching the whole thing happening from the Sci-Fi section. 

“You see Steve, since last summer I keep second guessing if you ever mean a single word you say… Did you actually find me pretty? Did you actually find my jokes funny? Or was I just some charity case for you to take on during the summer? A fun little play thing to discard when something new and shiny came around… I don’t wanna keep on acting like I didn’t see it coming from a million miles away, I mean, it’s me, (Y/N) Munson, the school ‘freak’s sister, why would the old king of Hawkins High want to date me.” (Y/N) finally let it all out. Steve stood there in shock unable to say anything in response. 

(Y/N) felt a tear run down her cheek and she wiped it away quickly, “Jenny I’ll be in the car.” She mumbled as she turned around and practically ran out of the store.

“Way to go Harrington.” Max said sarcastically as she followed the girl out of the store.

“Steve…” Jenny sighed.

“What did you guys want me to do? Tell her that I didn’t ditch her that night for a ‘hotter girl’, as if it’s even possible to find someone hotter than her, and that actually I was captured by Russian soldiers and attacked by a giant Mind Fla-whatever? We can’t exactly tell her that!” Steve started ranting, “Did you want me to shake her hand and ask her how she's been? As if I can’t see that she’s sleep deprived and that she’s doing that nervous tick thing where she peels the skin around her nails. God I’m trying hard to seem like I can see right through her.” Steve threw his hands up.

Jenny gave him a reassuring smile, “Steve, I know we can’t tell her, I wish we could… She's my best friend. She’s Dustin’s second favorite person.” She points to Dustin, who nods, “It hurts us not to tell her either…”

“Maybe, you just try to be nicer to her when you see her? Maybe that will make her warm up to you again.” Dustin nonchalantly said as he placed The Empire Strikes Back on the counter.

“That’s actually… great advice Henderson.” Steve replied as he scanned the movie. 

“I know it is Steve.” Dustin said sarcastically, “Have a nice night.” Dustin grabbed the movie and started leaving the store.

“I’m going to get her to change her mind… I promise.” Jenny said to Steve as she followed Dustin out of the store. 

As soon as the store door closed the siblings looked at each other, “Plan B.”

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[justsome-di]

Nobody Ends Up Dead in a Bathtub, Everyone Keeps Their Organs: Chapter 3

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“Dude, you’ve snapped.”

Alex walked up and down the short length of the living room. He tried to find something to distract him each round of his journey. Anything would do. He fixed the way the curtains were laying on their one window. He pulled off dead leaves from Eve’s plant. He examined the mason jar that held their savings. Eve watched with sick fascination over her video game.

“What the fuck happened?” she asked.

“Nothing.”

“Then why are you pacing?”

“I’m not.”

He pulled a book forward on their single hanging bookshelf and laid it in line with the others. Sometime Next Year. It was one of Eve’s. If Alex remembered correctly, it was for her queer book club—the one she always tried dragging him to but that his anxiety always held him back from. It was a good idea. She had organized the whole thing by herself, pitching the idea to her boss and scheduling the meetings and books. Alex really was proud of her. But he enjoyed his time away from Eve when she left the apartment for an extra hour every month.

And it filled him with guilt.

Damián would probably never think something like that about his brother. They binged shows together, and Damián let his brother live at his apartment rent-free. Damián probably showed him love in a thousand other ways.

“Do you want to do something?” Alex asked.

“Like, right now?”

“Yeah.”

“No. I’m trying to catch an Eevee.”

“You don’t want to get out for a little bit?”

He was bugging out. He needed to burn off all of the anxious energy that was boiling over inside of him even if it did make him look like a manic mess.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? You never want to do anything after 9 pm.” Eve raised her eyebrows and got a little evil smirk. “Did you try cocaine tonight?”

“No! I’m totally sober.” Alex closed his eyes for a second. “I’m mostly sober. We had wine.”

“Just tell me what the fuck happened!”

Alex couldn’t. He couldn’t tell her he had accidentally gone on a date with a sex worker and that the whole thing had been a set-up. He especially couldn’t tell her that he was going to hire said sex worker as revenge.

And maybe his internal monologue should have included Damián’s name. Damián. He was more than a sex worker.

Not that Alex was treating him like a real person. Fuck. He had to call it all off. He was totally using Damián.

Or maybe he wasn’t.

He was confused. Damián had consented to it. It was like he said. He was a professional companion, and Alex was in need of a companion for one night. The context shouldn’t have mattered all that much. No one would get hurt.

“Are you going to see him again?” Eve buried her face behind her game. “I think you should try. You were excited to meet him.”

“Um. Yeah. We exchanged numbers.”

“Good. You seemed happy, I guess.”

She usually did say things that made it sound like she approved his happiness.

Alex’s relationship with Eve was complicated. He loved her dearly. More than anything. But he was 14 years older than her.

He had offered her a place to stay the second she was accepting into SUNY. It was the first time they were living together in a decade. She had grown up so much in that time that it was like she was a new person.

For some reason, up until then, she had stayed in a permanent state of being a child in his mind. Every time he visited home, he assumed a 12-year-old would run up to him and show him something new she had done at school. But the day she moved in with him, she stopped looking so much like a little kid. She wasn’t running up to him. She wasn’t talking about cartoons and showing off hand-drawn picture books and instead started talking about finding a job and writing codes for Twitter bots.  

Eve never wanted to acknowledge any positive, loving emotions between them. But Alex didn’t know if they could be snappy full-time as siblings closer in age were.

It caught him off guard when she mentioned he seemed happy. He didn’t know she watched him that closely.

“I was,” he said. He had been. And now he was a mix of nerves and guilt and the residual happiness was beginning to fade.

“Then see him again,” she said. “What’s the worst that can happen? You already did the scariest part.”

If only she knew that he hadn’t.

“Can I ask you a question?” Eve paused her game and set it down. “Was he nice? Or was he an asshole and are you doing the whole thing where nice people fall in love with assholes?”

“I think you read too many trashy romance novels.”

“Answer my question.”

“He’s nice.”

“Name one nice thing he did tonight.”

There were a dozen. Damián was perfectly polite and kind. He not only comforted Alex when he was probably more justified in being upset and scared. He had led Alex through that hallway so nicely, he had held open the door and called the elevator for him.

“He asked about you,” Alex said.

“Gross. Don’t talk about me.” Eve screwed up her face. “What did you say?”

“I just said that you were a computer science student and that you’re struggling in a class—“

“Don’t tell people that! What’s wrong with you?”

“Why shouldn’t I tell people?”

Eve threw a throw pillow at his face, missed, and hit a floor lamp. Alex held his breath. The lamp rolled around on its edges, teetering from side to side. It settled back down with a rattle.

“Eve—“

“Sorry!” She was pale. “I didn’t mean to!”

“If you’re going to wreck my apartment, you can find a dorm on campus.”

She shoved herself far down into the couch and picked up her game. The paleness in her cheeks turned to bright red. It wasn’t fair of Alex. Threatening to send her to dorms was cruel. Implying she would have to spend summers back in New Jersey where their parents had moved was even crueler.

After all, he was pretty happy to have her around most of the time. The place felt a little less lonely with her stuff around. A backpack in the kitchen, a pair of black jeans in the bathroom, for some reason a bra in his room. She took up space, and while he could find it annoying, he did enjoy it. Even if he did enjoy the little moments he had alone. If she were gone for good, he’d miss her.

Damián surely would never threaten to kick out his brother.

Alex picked up the pillow and tossed it, gently, on her. She wiggled away from it.

“You shouldn’t have told your date that I’m failing a math class,” she said, quiet, like she didn’t totally want him to hear her and continue the conversation.

“I didn’t say it in a mean way.” Alex sat down next to her. “I wasn’t like, ‘And my sister is flunking math because she’s an idiot.’ I said you were struggling and that’s it.”

“You didn’t even have to say that. Is there nothing else you could have said about me?”

“I did say that you were smart.”

Eve scrunched her nose up. She didn’t want to be talked about at all, it seemed. Despite being 19, she still had some remaining teenage angst toward her whole existence. The less people outside her own little circle who knew she was alive, the better.

“Next time I see him I’ll tell him that you’re an idiot, don’t worry,” Alex said.

Eve kicked his shoulder with her socked foot. She pounded on him with her heel, but it didn’t hurt. Eve didn’t have impressive strength.

“I’ll tell him that you’re awful and that you two can never meet and that you’re just a nightmare to deal with,” he went on.

“No!”

“Fine. Then I’ll tell him you’re a wonderful princess who has never done any wrong.”

“Nooo!” Eve drew it out longer that time with a little bit more of a whine. It reminded him of someone he couldn’t quite put his finger on.

She kicked him one last time, putting all of her strength into it. Alex rocked just a little bit. Easily, he righted himself.

Eve threw her head back. She was probably too old to be acting like that, but Alex let it slide. Living with family and having limited independence could stunt one's emotional growth. One day, he would blink, and she would be a total grown-up with her own health benefits and her own apartment, and he would wonder if he got enough to taunt her and love her and threaten to replace her with a rabbit.

Oh. That was what the whining reminded him of.

“Do you want to watch Lilo & Stitch?” Alex asked.

“Ooh, fuck yeah.”

“Turn it on.”

They settled into the couch together, more comfortable, with all of the pillows where they belonged. For that, Alex was glad. He had bought the pillows not too long ago, and he wanted to get as much life out of them as he possibly could.

As the movie played, Alex wondered what Damián was doing right about then. Probably something a lot cooler than what he was doing.

He thought about their scheme, and he thought about how it would be worth it just to get out of the apartment with someone other than his sister. And he thought that it all sounded a little too selfish but that if he was paying Damián for it then maybe it wasn’t so bad to think about what he could get out of it, personally. Ethical or not, he was getting a little excitement.

Out of his boring life and into a briefly wondrous one.

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[jmflowers]

End of year asks: 5, 10, 22

5. TV show of the year?

Oh man, this was the year I fell into Station 19. But I genuinely binged the first four seasons back in February/March and haven't watched a full episode again since, haha. I've written a lot of fanfic about it, though, so it's probably top.

Other shows I watched this year and enjoyed are Brassic (easily my second favourite find this year), Mock the Week (my forever love... I miss you), Taskmaster (series 14 was so good), Stranger Things, Midnight Mass (again), and Bluey (my niece is obsessed). I'm definitely still fully immersed in British media.

10 . Something that made you cry this year?

The stress of school? Haha. There's video of me truly sobbing the first time I watched Ripley's death on Station 19. I always get a little choked up when I'm out in nature and see an incredible view for the first time... or the second time... or any time. Also happened upon hearing the opening chords of Swan Lake at the National Ballet with my brother and as my plane was taking off in Toronto.

I think my biggest cry, though, was on the beach in Algonquin Park at the end of the first camping trip of the summer. We had been sitting around the fire and I'd just finished the book I'd been reading the whole time and all of a sudden I was sobbing uncontrollably. One of my oldest friends and I headed down to the beach and sat under the stars as I lamented about a million different things that were racing through my mind: the mortality of my parents, the loss of pets, the fear of what's next, facing down my wish to leave home and knowing that I can never truly return, the devastation of heading back to the city the next morning when I wasn't sure I'd ever get to come back, not having kayaked during our trip... I'd taken an edible for the first time that day, so that probably had an effect, haha. She consoled me by promising another trip just the two of us to kayak and bike and hike before the season was done, which we did.

I also sobbed in the parking garage my first week of school (same week we returned from that second camping trip) when I got a call that one of our cats had taken a turn while I was in class and I wouldn't be able to get to her to say goodbye before she was put down. That was rough... Had to shrug it off and go film an assignment after. Got a really good mark on the assignment, somehow.

22. I answered this one already here.

end of year asks

#lmaoooo this got dark #sorry friend #thank you though #a lot of loss this year alongside a lot of life #and an edible that rocked me to the core #janelle's asks #ask game #end of year asks

[benefits1986]

R U G

Started the day with Kodaline PL and thought I'd be able to down a whole bottle of wine in the name of sedation, however...

Sucking in all good vibes because wala lang for today's video. Been really in the zone as I plugged in my planned leaves for the year-ender. Not sure pa saan ako mapapadpad pero, oks lang. Ready for it. CHZ.

So ayun na nga. Kodaline is one of the most underrated bands I've been listening to for quite some time. Parang in between praise song siya and feel good music kahit 'yung iba, sadboi songs. LOL.

Lakas maka-good vibes and all. The plan for tonight is to down work items and hustles. Happy lang ako kasi apart from goal setting with our newest hire, we both love BL. Tawang-tawa ako because I asked her anong series ang bias niya. She readily said Call Me By Your Name. Shookt ako kasi oweeem. Then, I told her if GSP (Gaya Sa Pelikula) is part of her Gen Z radar. She Googled it and screamed, gwapo daw ng mga bida. 'Di ba? And she's off to binge watch daw sa weekend. Sabi ko, chikahan kami on Monday about it. And we'll down her goals before the week ends, too.

Also, in our call, I met her mom and brother na plus her dog. Shemay. Buti, mabait voice ko. HAHAHA. The brother kasi greeted me back ng good morning and the introvert in me froze. I asked if she's on headset and no raw. Hello, po tita and to your dog too. Good morning! HAHHAHAA. Shet. Another stakeholder na naman po, opo.

Syempre, ganado tayo kasi nabubuo na ang game. Unti-unti, but, wait, there's more. Mas dama ko 'yung flow na 'di pa naman flowing pero papunta na doon ng team. 'Di siya madali sa dami ng lusak levels ganaps, pero, naniniwala ako na character and culture na intentional are the keys, baby. LUH. Dalisay era gaming na ba ito talaga? Or gusto ko lang talaga ng bonus for JaFunds +++? Or both din naman, puwede.

Side note: End state na gusto ko sana soon pero tanggap ko naman na ang gestation period since 'di naman talaga madaling mag-inception ng mindset agad. OKAYYY. FINEEE. 'Yung parang kami ng second dad ko. Iinom lang tapos may slides na agad then sabak na agad. Message-message and banter na lang. Walang ego gaming. Syempre, laging mala-defense 'yung mga batuhan namin pero, mabilis. Dumadaloy. Tuloy-tuloy. In my past life kasi, hataw-kalabaw ako. If you can't catch my drift, aggressive-aggressive mode ako kahit kanino. LOL. Pero, hindi na ako ganun ngayon. I've learned bitter lessons na I'm using as guideposts in this chapter. LUH. Hahahahaha.

Drank wine pa, and halfway through the bottle, my fourth anak-anakan arrived at home. 'Yung sedation ko, nauwi sa palpitation. Lakas. Hahahaha. LOL. I really need sedation para makalma ako at makatulog din. So 'yun na ngaaaa. She's been reaching out the past weeks. Sundot lang nung una. Kamusta ba raw ako and all pabebs. Then, poof. Luwas daw siya kasi need niya ng backup. As a backup files girl, sabi ko, sige. Okay. Then, real quick, andito na siya. Akala ko naman sa weekend pa. HAHAHAHA. 'Di aligned ang calendar namin. Opo. Pero, seriously, she's been battling silent battles for a long time. And, 'yung mom niya reached out years ago na ako na raw muna bahala sa panganay niya. They live together naman pero, Gen X parenting is not giving... slay 'pag dating sa mental health issues.

Honestly, when her mom reached out, I begged off agad coz I'm not a good example. Actually, I'm the best example of a really bad shit example. LOL. Sinabi ko rin 'to sa mom niya. Sabi naman ng mom niya, she knows that I can handle her strong-willed daughter kasi 'di na nila alam gagawin nila. HAHAHAHAHA. Sabi ko, I will try. Best effort kasi 'di ko naman alam anong vibe ng batang 'to. Small talk. Milktea. Kulitan 'pag nasa Laguna ako and then she eventually opened up. Hay. Hay. Hayyyyayyy.

'Yung g na g na ako will say na: Magusap kasi kayong mag-ina. Pareho naman ang intention n'yo pero you don't speak the same language. 'Yun lang. Napaka simple naman kasi ng problema. Wala kayong heart to heart alignment. UGH. Pero, syempre, to atone for my scarlet sins nung kabataan ko, sige. Sige na. Sige na nga. I've been my 4th anak-anakan's journal x graphic novel. Ganern. And in all of our talks, I find myself talking to my younger, naive self. Ang lala. Cringe pero sige... eto na tayo. Mas mabait pa naman siya sa akin pero 'yung spiral, kinabog ako, mhie. Iba na talaga mga bata ngayon. Not to judge, pero iba na rin kasi ang realities nila. Online and offline world gaming.

She has so much potentials as a med student doing fan art. Mabuting bata. She started sa DeviantArt pa. Alam mo 'yung 'di patapon buhay pero she has this belief that she is not enough. HUY. Sounds oddly familiar, noh? HAHAHAHAHAH. Can't sleep na naman kasi binabantayan ko siya. Parang tulog naman na while I'm writing this. I am hanging onto her small wins and hyping her sa abot ng kaya ko. Para tayong candy-sprinkled donut for this late night session. Kitang-kita at damang-dama ko na she wants to shape up. And I really am not giving up on her. She shared that she knows she is healing but why does healing hurt so badly and why does it take so long? HUY. It hit home... hard. Sapol na sapol ang hidden dark heart ko, mhie. Her fat tears rolled down her cheeks and poof. Ayun na.

Sabi ko naman as a mature kuno being and doing: Hurting and healing go hand in hand. Remember phantom pain? That's how it is talaga. Circle of life, baga. Ginamitan ko pa ng scenario na quadruple bypass surgery x brain injury pero may 15% chances of survival. Sabi ba naman e 'di deads na 'yun. Sabi ko, 'wag niya akong dadaanin sa pilosopa ways niya. I challenged her na, kung doctor ka ba and nakikita mong lumalaban patient mo to the fullest, susukuan mo ba? Tumigil. Sabi, she will try her best daw to heal the patient.

What struck me most is that now, she is sure that she wants to be a doctor, unlike before. Another win pero for me, big win na 'to. She told me: Ate, this is my chance to live longer. HUHUHUHUHU. Pero syempre, matalinong gago, kaya may bawi na, kaso parang 'di ko deserve e. Dami kong naabala. Nasasayang na oras. 'Di ako worth it. 'Yung saltik neto, iba rin e. Extremes. Sabi ko naman, mag boyfriend na siya ng may pagbuntunan na siya ng galit at pabebs niya. Humanap siya sa BGC mamaya ng qualified leads. HAHAHHAHAHA. Sabay tanong sa akin: Ikaw ba may boyfriend na? Me: Ako pa ba? :D Syempre, wala. Hahahahaha. E girlfriend? Wala rin. Basic. Matic. Paka impakta talaga neto madalas. Tanong niya, bakit. Sabi ko naman, let's not go there. Not today, Satan. Not today. :D Kelan ba kasi ako tantantanan ng mga ganitong klaseng tanong? Iniisip ko minsan, sagutin na YES MERON. Para matapos na lang.

May type daw siya na tawang-tawa ako. I CANNOT. Hahahaha. Pagdasal ko na rin 'to as a priority po, Lord. CHZ. Sabi ko rin, 'wag na niya akong gayahin kasi hindi ideal path 'yung akin. :p Masukal at masalimuot pero natatawid-tawid naman. Unti-unti. Side note: Parang kami lang kasi sa fambam ang may ganitong pitik. Sabi ko nga, 'wag niya akong tuluran. Babala. :p

Sabi ko, bahay kami mag-stay since I'm work from home later. Sabi, puwede daw ba maglakad sa labas. Okayyyy. BGC, hello po, in a bit. LOL. Also, walang dalang damit so ako pa nagbihis sa kanya. I joked pa na kahit isang buwan siya dito sa bahay, Shein finds na pasado namang Gen Z galore siya dito. Syempre, pinapili ko ng drip. Excited siya e. Pinapili ko rin kung bike o lakad since biking mode kami sa Laguna. Lakad daw. Soooo, tatapusin ng mabilis ang mga paganaps bukas at lalakad tayo sa most unfavorite space ko sa Manila. HAHAHAHHAHAHAHHA.

Road to yaya turned mayordoma na ba talaga ako this era? Bakit napapraning ako kahit parang tulog na siya? LOL. If I can only down the whole bottle of wine rn, but, sige, mature na tayo. Hahahahaha. Wala rin siyang dalang laptop, so sabi ko, say no more. Tawang-tawa. :D Buti, binalik agad personal laptop ko. So ayun, gising na gising na naman po tayo so early in the morning. Isipan ko pa ng roll out ganaps ko mamaya. 'Di ako sure, pero ready naman na ako. Eto na 'to e. LOL. So help me, universe.

#Youtube

[followthemuse]

Ode to 2020

The year 2020 was a complete shitshow for the entire world. We had a global pandemic that almost destroyed the world. Everyone was stuck inside. Mothers, brothers, sisters, wives, husbands, fathers, grandparents, cousins, aunts, uncles. . . everyone was dying. So many people lost their lives due to the virus.

What were you doing during lockdown? Were you learning to bake bread, or maybe learning how to paint? Were you binge watching Netflix, or Hulu, or maybe Disney+? Were you video chatting your parents every day, making sure they were still alive? Or, perhaps, you were on of the ones on the frontlines who was risking your life to make sure everyone else was safe and healthy.

I feel like my 2020 was a bit different. See, that January, I had gone through a pretty rough breakup, lost every single one of my friends, got diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder, and had started medication. I met someone that February, and traveled halfway across the country to meet him in person. This was all pre-pandemic.

While I was in Nebraska, we got hit with lockdown. I was stuck 1500 miles away from my family, because I felt unsafe to travel back home to Tennessee via public transportation. His family was nice enough to let me stay with them until lockdown ended.

While so many peoples' lives were being destroyed by the virus, I had new love blooming within a heart that I thought was broken for good. The relationship that I had gotten out of previously was toxic and borderline abusive, just like the one before that, and the one before that. This relationship was different though. It felt different.

During lockdown, we would lay in his bed and cuddle, or we would listen to music, or watch Harry Potter. With him, I didn't feel scared. I had finally found the person who understood everything about me and loved me for who I was, instead of trying to make me fit into a teeny tiny box.

I remember being in the basement bathroom, getting out of the shower, getting dressed, and he came down to check on me. I had been listening to music, and a song that we both liked came on. We spent the entire song, singing to each other and looking in each other's eyes.

I would call or video call my parents almost every single day, making sure they were safe, making sure my niece was safe, etc. I missed them so much, but I still didn't want to risk travelling. At this point, most public transportation was shut down due to safety concerns.

We would hang out with his family in the garage, all just having a good time. His family accepted me for who I was. They had absolutely no issue with the fact that I'm nonbinary, like most of the people I had encountered before. This was new, refreshing, and eye opening.

When it became safe to travel again, he and I both went back to my home state, and moved in together. We stayed at my parents' house for about a week, until my house was safe to move into again. After the previous breakup, it took me a long time to be able to stay in my own house because of all the memories from that relationship. But with him by my side, I could do anything.

It's 2023 now, and we've been together for a little over three years. He's asked me to marry him, and we had a handfasting ceremony with our old coven last year on Samhain, in the full moon. It was the most magical night of my life, and although there are some things that I would change about that night, I definitely would not change the man I was with. We're planning on getting legally married sometime in the next couple of years, with no concrete date set yet.

Throughout those three years, he has never left me while I was in a low place. There have hardly been any bad times. He is the sweetest man I've ever been with, and I am so thankful for this relationship. For once in my life, I feel safe with a significant other. I feel like I can be myself and not be judged. I feel like I can unmask. I feel free.

So. . . Thank you 2020 for bring my future husband and me together. If not for the lockdown, I'm not sure how the relationship would have progressed, especially with us being long distance. I feel as if the lockdown helped us bond in a way that wouldn't have happened otherwise.

Koty, if you read this, I love you so much and I'm really grateful that I have you in my life. You are the most amazing man that I have ever met. Thank you for being unapologetically you, and allowing me to be unapologetically me. Thank you for all of the stuff that you've introduced me to. Thank you for being there for me through the ups and downs, even though the downs can get really bad and really scary. Thank you for believing in me when no one else did.

#my writing #writing #writer #writers of tumblr #writeblr #2020 #reminiscing #pandemic #covid pandemic #lockdown

[servin-up-surveys]

survey #103

(taken january 20th; uploading surveys taken while gone)

What is your opinion on sex without emotional commitment? It's absolutely not for me. Though it sounds like a good recipe for getting hurt, I'm ultimately fine with others doing it SO LONG as all parties involved know exactly what the other wants.

Where’s the best place to eat a romantic dinner? I have an Olive Garden bias.

Name of your first grade teacher? Mrs. Jones.

Whose car were you in last…? My mom's.

Has someone ever choked you? Uh only consensually, let's keep it that way lol.

What will you dress up as for Halloween? It's funny you ask this because I just saved an idea in my phone literally yesterday: an adaptation of Bloody Mary where I try to make some Biblical Mary-looking costume, just with a lot of fake blood and maybe a spiked halo.

Who was the last person to piss you off? My mom finally told me Katie's (my oldest half-sister's) origin story a couple days ago and I now hate my grandmother more than I ever have. And I also want to wring her father's fucking neck. I was the kind of mad where I wanted to vomit.

Are you currently wanting any piercings or tattoos? Yeah. I'm saving up money/taking pictures for people again so I can get my cover-up tattoo HOPEFULLY soon, and I want an industrial ear cartilage piercing as well as my nostril re-pierced, but I doubt that's coming soon now that I know how expensive my cover-up is going to be.

Has anyone told you a secret this week? Refer back to the question about who last pissed me off. I've gone very nearly 27 years without knowing Katie's history BECAUSE I knew without knowing any details that Mom hates talking about it and now I very thoroughly understand why. It's so much worse than I thought it was.

What’s something that you like, that no one would think you’d like? Uhhhhh... OH, hunting video games. I've played them ever since childhood and just find them oddly relaxing. I have no idea how I got into them with how against trophy hunting I am, and I NEVER would do it in real life (even when I was a child, I knew this), but *shrug*

What does your best friend think of your crush/significant other? They're the same person.

Are you listening to music, currently? Yeah, I have this collection of electro remixes of various Rammstein songs on. I fucking love metal/rock mixed with electronic/techno-type music so I can binge the SHIT outta this kind of stuff.

Do you honestly think before you speak? USUALLY, yes; I'd say I tend to OVERTHINK what I want to say. However, I know that when I'm upset, I can be very impulsive with what I say and I am trying very sincerely to correct this behavior.

Who is someone you wish you got to know? It's insane how quickly I knew the answer to this: Jason's nephew Dominic. His brother's wife was pregnant with him when we broke up, and I even went to her baby shower very shortly AFTER we split. I wanted to meet and love him as an aunt so badly. I have literally cried over this, more than once. I know via his mom's obituary that they actually have two sons now.

Who is one person you regret meeting? The two boys that harassed me in pre-k and kindergarten come to mind because they absolutely instilled problems in me that have carried into today.

Where would you go if you got kicked out of your place? Either my dad's or Girt's, I'd guess.

Where is your boyfriend/girlfriend/crush? Home.

Where do you keep your old childhood memory items? In a big box in my closet.

Where on your body do you have a tattoo if any? Right wrist, underside of my left forearm, right shoulder, left shoulder, left breast, right collarbone.

Where on your body do you have a piercing if any? Bottom lip, both earlobes, tragus of my right ear.

When have you felt most depressed in your life? End of 2015 through all of 2016. Breakup aftermath. I genuinely, from the bottom of my heart, wanted to die every single moment of every day, but was too scared to kill myself until I ODed at the start of '17.

When have you been most happy in your life? Realistically probably my childhood. Otherwise, I don't know. Depression and stuff have played too big a role in my maturing/mature years.

Why do you believe/not believe in God? I could probably write my longest possible essay on this fucking topic. But look around you. That's all I need to say to have a strong case already.

How did you get your last bruise? I actually have no idea; I had a random one show up on my chest and I haven't the slightest idea where it came from.

How are you and your most recent ex? We have no form of connection and I plan on it staying that way for the rest of our lives.

How are your parents doing? I can't say for sure about Dad just because I see/talk to him so sparsely. I never really know what's current with him. My mom is okay, all things considered I guess; I was really happy to hear that her after-cancer management doctor is pleasantly surprised that her cancer hasn't reappeared yet with how severe it was. It's GOING to one day, but we're cherishing every single day it doesn't. She still does have health problems though, especially with her sugar being maintained at a safe level; it plummets very dangerously low very suddenly and quickly. She's always stressed financially. She absolutely hates living in this house with our shitty landlord/"friend" dangling her "great kindness" over Mom's head. She's constantly hurt over how my older sister treats her when it comes to being involved as family. My mom has never, EVER gotten even a fraction of what she fucking deserves.

Would you marry someone if they were unable to have sex? Yeah.

How long has it been since you had sex? Haven't had genuine sex yet.

Last reason you went to the ER? I was suicidal.

Were you a planned pregnancy for your parents? I'm not totally sure? Mom's said SHE'D planned on having another kid, but the wording made me wonder if my dad wanted another. I would hope it's something they agreed on, and it seems very un-Mom-like to make that decision on her own.

Do your parents like your boyfriend/girlfriend? They've always loved him. It'd be nice if Dad sees Girt again at some point though, like I still don't know if he even knows we're together. I do KINDA worry how Girt sees my dad/will react to him following the movie theater incident, but...

What if an ex asked to be back in your life? I'd totally be friends with Aaron again, but everyone else, the answer is no. Well, I mean... maybe I wouldn't turn Juan away if he messaged me wanting to get back in touch, SO LONG as he no longer flirted with me. I don't care if he's all the way back in Mexico, I would not be okay with that anymore. He was a person who could make me smile and laugh a lot and was very nice to me (emphasis on "to me," I guess...), so so long as he respected my boundaries, being friends again would maybe be okay?

Last gift you received? Ha ha oh man, so a few days ago I got a completely unexpected package of a big Silent Hill map blanket, and Mom was so confused and thought I'D somehow bought something or she'd ordered something she forgot about, but nope. A short while back, Girt showed me it, and I'd seen it before and casually commented on how I'd always wanted it with absolutely zero intention for him to actually buy it, but he secretly did lmfao.

Has someone had their arms around you in the past 7 days? Yeah. Normal hugs, but also on the 15th when I had my absolute emotional breakdown over thinking Girt was going to leave, he held me really tightly the entire time I cried my heart and lungs out and was constantly reassuring me.

Think back to the last person you kissed, how many times have you laughed with them? Probably more times than I've laughed with anyone else.

Do any of your close friends have children? No, no truly close friends.

Is your sibling missing someone right now? I have absolutely zero idea.

Have you ever made breakfast for someone? Yes. It's something I want to get back into doing... My family loved how I made scrambled eggs as a teenager, always with a bit of hot sauce from Taco Bell lmao, and I just want to be able to provide for others sometimes too. I haven't made eggs since Sara was here and I made breakfast, and that was multiple years ago.

What did you do after graduation? I actually don't remember, lmfao. I feel like I MIGHT have ridden home with Jason and hung out at his place?

Do you remember your first time? Haven't technically had it. I'm kinda surprised I don't really remember the first time Jason and I started to get actually sexual though, because it was not something I took lightly.

Favorite place to eat out growing up? Texas Steakhouse; that's where I had most of my birthday dinners. I loved it so much because it had a mechanical horse to ride, and I also liked seeing all the taxidermy.

What makes you feel sexy? lmfao oh HUNNY

What is your greatest irrational fear? Probably whale sharks. Like... they are COMPLETELY harmless.

How did you meet your pet? Venus: Morph Market. Roman: he was a kitten that my sister's mother-in-law had. Cookie: she was my former dance teacher's dog.

What are some of the phrases in your personal "bingo" card? lmfao GOD this is gonna be so meme-y. Uhhhh "mood," "same," "me," "rip," "oof," "gg," shit like that.

What song are you currently obsessed with? Referring back to the answer about this electro Rammstein mix, I REALY like its version of "Waidmanns heil."

Who is your favorite character in your favorite movie? I have a big soft spot for Mufasa, even if his role was very short. Wise, righteous, kind characters like him really appeal to me.

Who was your most intense sexual experience with? Jason. I don't actually remember which occasion I consider "the most" because I put no effort into remembering this stuff with him but I do know it was with him.

What colors has your hair been in your life? Dirty blonde, brown, black, red, purple, green... I think that's it.

What is the most flattering compliment you remember receiving? One of Jason's friends assumed I was a model lmfao but he only saw a picture of me.

What’s the most uncomfortable thing a stranger online has said to you? GOD who even fuckin knows, I've been on the Internet WAY too long.

Do you ever send anonymous messages of any variety? No.

What laws do you feel bothered by? Roe v. Wade being overturned and abortion laws becoming the states' responsibilities is one of THE most tragic political decisions made in my lifetime. I sincerely grieved. Literally cried.

Do you know how many people you have kissed? Four. Romantically, anyway. One though was because I felt obligated. I've kissed family on the cheek and my nieces and nephew on the head sometimes.

Do you or have you ever owned any sex toys? Bro I live WITH MY MOTHER so I wouldn't even if I wanted to lmfao

Have you seen your favorite band in concert? No, but the Grim Reaper ain't comin NOWHERE NEAR ME 'til I see Rammstein and have my eardrums fractured in two and have burns. :^) As much as I would absolutely love to see Ozzy, I expect him to drop dead like every day now so my hopes aren't high SOBS

Do you ever walk around the house naked? No. If I'm naked it is for THE shortest amount of time possible and I'm definitely not walking around my house.

Do you or would you ever wear fake eyelashes? MAYBE for my wedding, idk. I feel like they'd drive me batshit insane.

Does your best friend have a Tumblr? What is their URL? I can basically PROMISE you Girt does not have a Tumblr lmfao

Would you ever pierce yourself? I don't think I could.

Do you like the band In Flames? I know and love one song, "Where the Dead Ships Dwell," and I feel like there's another I like, but can't remember it...

What did you get on the last test you took? 100. Honestly impressed myself lol, I took the pretest for the advanced photography skills class I just started that just tested what you already knew and I wasn't expecting a 100.

One thing you miss about middle school? NOTHING.

What do you think of guys wearing colored skinny jeans? HOT but men can wear whatever the fuck they want so it doesn't even matter what I think

Who are all the people you have in your phone under “C”? Chelsea (friend) and Chelsey (brother's wife).

What about “M”? Mom, Mazzy, (Miss) Tobey

If you post videos on YouTube, what are they normally of (ex. tutorials, comedy, etc.)? I am very sincerely considering making Meerkat Manor tribute videos again. I've started making a list of ideas lmfao

What’s the longest your hair has ever been? To like, the small of my back. Maybe a bit lower.

Last thing you can remember yourself painting a picture of? Lesbian meerkat mermaids lmfao

#survey #surveys #random questions #personal questions

[lordsardine]

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#last ramble #okay i emailed the one author . have that appointment set up for tomorrow #i dont think drawing the character profiles are necessary but im still debating #it's 25 drawings for something that might not be worth it lmao #hm. i'll see how inspired im feeling tomorrow after an email exchange (hopefully) and the video chat with the agent #then saturday or sunday. perhaps the submissions begin #im itching to do it now but i know i need to wait #nah okay. i'll probably do those drawings. but starting that at 11:30pm i know wont be good #i'll model poses during work tomorrow (lmao) and then start after work #thankfully i already sketched out character redesigns for those who needed them #*slaps face* well. let's watch some fucking anime now hell yeah #miscellaneous #at some point i need to delete the comic off of ao3. i wont pull the trigger yet #im about to reach the limbo point of 'oh shit i really have completed all my personal projects now what' #and the now what is quite simply: write the rest of the damn comic #because if the stupid thing doesn't get picked up at least it's written #hm yeah. okay. Yeah™ i'll do some writing for it this weekend too it's a plan #(and then my brother will be home in a week so we can binge video games :p)

[mrsalwayswrite]

A Girl Has Needs (Ragnarssons x reader)

So I’ve been sick the past two weeks and when my muse decided to return, this is what she wanted me to write. Honestly, this is probably the silliest thing I’ve ever written, but it made me laugh, so....

This is kind of a sequel to Singing In The Shower but can also be read as a solo one-shot. 

Also, the Ragnarssons are just the sons of Aslaug. No Bjorn. 

Warnings: swearing, implied something at the end (i’ll let you decide), the brothers being ridiculous, Ivar and Sigurd constantly insulting one another, the brothers are flirts, reader is oblivious, a jerk somewhere in the middle

Words:4700

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 "It's too hot out."

 Hvitserk ran a hand over his braids. "Ivar, I swear if you complain one more time about the heat or the sun, we're leaving your ass home next time we come out."

 "He could be a damn vampire for how often he never goes outside. Always playing video games or watching porn." Sigurd said, spinning the plastic spoon between his fingers like a drum stick.

 "That's a fucking lie, you half-brained fuckwad." Ivar glared across the wooden picnic table. 

 You speak up before the two youngest Lothbroks could start clawing at each other's throats. "Ivar and I play board games sometimes or read together or watch movies….so not just video games." You choose not to reference the other activity Sigurd mentioned. 

 "See! At least someone likes me." Ivar laid his head on your shoulder, the tops of his braids tickling your neck. 

 Sigurd snorted and looked further down the boardwalk, watching the many people out in the summer sun. 

 "Alright, enough you two. We're supposed to be out having fun and enjoying summer." Ubbe said, always the peace-maker. 

 You finished off the last from your ice cream cup, licking the spoon clean. By this point you were used to the dynamics of the Lothbrok brothers, even if sometimes it gave you whiplash. 

 You had been roommates with Ubbe and Hvitserk for almost a year and a half now, something you had initially been hesitant for but now could not imagine life without these boys. Ivar was over more often than not, either crashing on the couch or in one of the various bedrooms. More than once, you had come home from work to find Ivar sleeping in your bed, hoarding all your pillows like some kind of territorial cat. Sigurd lived with some friends but had recently begun to drop by more often than just the usual Sunday brother time. Which you definitely appreciated because he was the only one who did not make fun of you for your arachnophobia. So whenever he would come over and there was an issue you needed to be saved from, he would just smile and grab a paper towel, becoming your white knight. 

 Ubbe was your late-night talking buddy, both of you venting about your days or whatever drama your families were trying to drag you into. Somehow over time, you both had created a routine that on Saturday mornings you would get up early together and clean your apartment, listening to music and getting things set up for the rest of the weekend so you could both relax. Hvitserk loved dragging you around town to do various fun things or try new restaurants. If you both were exhausted, he was also your junk food connoisseur and Food Network binging-buddy. If you both liked to quote Gordon Ramsay in terrible British accents to one another, no one needed to know. Besides your neighbors who called the cops one night when they heard Hvitserk yell at you that your squid was so raw he could hear it telling SpongeBob to go fuck itself. But that is beside the point. 

 When you moved in, you had just hoped to get along with the brothers. Now, the four brothers had become your best friends and you loved them all. Each one of them seemed to fill up a space in your heart that you had not known was empty until they entered your life. Over time, you had to strongly execute any kind of crush you had for them. They were your roommates and friends, it could never be more than that. Even if they were all so handsome but….you did mentally question their sanity sometimes. 

 "Hey, two o'clock." Hvitserk whispered from his spot on your right. 

 The four guys looked in the direction, past the boardwalk and along the narrow strip of beach. You peeked through the people walking by, then rolled your eyes at the woman Hvitserk was most likely referring to. A hum of appreciation left Ubbe and Sigurd let out a low whistle. The five of you were supposed to be out getting ice cream from a local favorite shop as a special treat for surviving the Lothbrok summer party that the boys dragged you too. To say the least exciting thing to happen was a screaming match between Aslaug and Ragnar, meanwhile Floki "accidently" set a religious painting on fire that Athelstan had given Ragnar….so yeah, the five of you deserved ice cream and plenty of beer when you got back to the apartment. Of course, this did not stop the boys from ogling. 

 "Right? Look at those legs." Hvitserk murmured. 

 "Eh. Y/n here could pull that bathing suit off way better." Ubbe said, turning back around and giving you a wink. 

 You flushed under his praise, but still wrinkled your rose at him, hoping to hide your reaction. 

 Hvitserk smirked, those green eyes twinkling mischievously from his spot on your right. "Yeah. I still liked that bathing suit from last month. The white one. Damn, your ass looked great."

 "Oh my gods, stop." You shook your head at their teasing, your face heating up with embarrassment.

 Ivar looked around you to his brother on your other side, gaze narrowed and blue eyes hard. "The fuck you talking about? Did you see her in that silky black dress at mother's party? Holy fuck, I thought--"

 "And I'm out." You interrupted as you climbed out of your seat between Ivar and Hvitserk, gathering up their paper cups and spoons. "I'm going to throw away the trash."

 "Y/n….did we embarrass you?" Hvitserk chuckled, reaching out to grab your wrist and most likely pull you back onto the bench seat. 

 You smacked his grabby hands away. "Nope. Just want to clean up our area. Common courtesy and all because we know you heathens won't."

 Bless him, Ubbe was trying to hide his amusement by covering his mouth with his hand, but his grin was still evident and his blue eyes twinkled. "We'll stop….I promise, y/n."

 "I won't." Ivar stated with a casual shrug. "I can't decide if I liked that black dress more or less than that sexy Black Widow costume you wore for Halloween."

 "Oh damn, she did look sexy as hell in that costume! How did I forget that one?" Sigurd exclaimed. 

 "Okay, bye." You rushed away, feeling as if you were about to spontaneously combust into flames. From behind you came the sounds of the brothers' laughter and a few calls of your name but thankfully no one actually followed you. 

 At this point, you should be used to the brothers complimenting and teasing you. They had never felt the need to dilute their compliments before, a few times using far more candor than you ever wanted to know. It was sweet but at the same time made you feel self-conscious. All four of the brothers were gorgeous in their own ways and you had a front row seat to the many women that flocked around them, either due to their last name or their looks. Meanwhile you were just….you. Not ugly but not beautiful. Just you. 

 Over the past few months, you noticed how those compliments came your way more frequently- a quick comment on your hair or clothing, a dazzling statement about your smile or eyes. It was very sweet. You could not help but wonder if they made some kind of pact behind your back about boosting your self-esteem. Something that was not their job to do but gods, did you appreciate their efforts. 

 Something else you noticed over the past few months was how all the brothers had become more….tactile towards you. 

 Ever since the incident where you found them standing around the bathroom as you sang in the shower, and holy hell was that ever awkward and please don't ever let that happen again, and you confessed about how those in your life prior only tore you down. Something between the five of you had shifted. There was not a single moment you could look back on and point it out that it clicked but over time you just happened to notice. The brothers, especially Sigurd, made a point to turn up the music as often as possible and have you sing along. Sometimes on days you could tell Ivar's pain was bad, he would quietly ask you to play with his hair and sing to him. So, you would. 

 More than that, it was the more frequent and lingering hugs, the quick touches on your arms, hips or shoulders as they passed you, how one of them would drag you against them to cuddle whenever something was on the TV. None of it ever made you feel uncomfortable. On the contrary, you had to decapitate a few butterflies that dared to fly around in your belly. You just figured that you had reached a new level of friendship with the brothers, because honestly who else did they have to be as touchy-feely towards? None of them had girlfriends at the moment….or for the past couple of months....but that was none of your business. You were just happy to have them in your life. Even if they embarrassed you often. 

 Moving around a couple pushing an expensive-looking stroller, you tossed the trash away in the garbage bin. Absent-mindedly, you wiped your hands on your shorts, then stopped and glanced down to make sure you had not just stained them. Breathing out a sigh of relief, because chocolate stain crisis averted, you started back towards the table where the brothers seemed to be arguing over something already, when a voice from nearby stopped you. 

 "Hey, pretty lady."

 You stumble, barely catching yourself as you turn around. Surprise flooded you when you see the attractive, shirtless man actually staring at you with a smile on his face. Wow, someone spent way too long shaping that jawline when they were creating him. This seemed like something from a fantasy more than real life. You were almost tempted to pinch yourself to make sure you were awake. "Um, I'm sorry, were you talking to me?"

 "Yeah. You here alone?"

 "Um, no…." You gestured vaguely in the direction of the Lothbrok brothers, watching as his gaze shifted to the brothers and assessed them before returning back to you. 

 Crossing his arms over his chest and making his muscles bulge….which is only slightly distracting….he smirked. "I see. But you clearly ain't with any of them."

 "What's that mean?" You tilted your head to the side, confused. You arrived with them, did he not think you were friends with the guys? 

 "I've seen you sitting with them, but you don't act like any of them are your boyfriend. 'Sides, look at you." He eyed you up and down. "I mean you don't seem…."

 Huh?

 Ohhhhh….

 You straightened, placing your hands on your hips. "What are you trying to say?"

 "No offense but they seem outta your league, y'know?"

 And if that did not feel like a bucket of ice water thrown on you. Whatever prior thoughts you had about the still attractive guy flew out the window. "Oh, really?"

 "Yeah, girl. I mean, you're pretty but you don't seem their type. It looks like you're clearly friends though."

 Was the guy really this dumb? At first you thought he was hitting on you but it seemed to be coming out more as an insult....and he was just standing there smiling at you like you should be thanking him or something for his attention! 

 "Wow." You shook your head, done with this conversation and done with him but you wanted to wipe that smirk off his face before you left. Petty, maybe? 

 "Well, you are right in a sense. I don't act like boyfriend and girlfriend with any of them because technically they aren't."

 He grinned smugly like he was about to win some kind of prize. 

 "They are my harem." 

 His eyes widened to comical proportions and his mouth dropped open as he gaped at you unbelieving. 

 You wiped your hands off on your shorts again as you continued talking. "So yeah, it would be weird to act like only boyfriend and girlfriend with one of them when they are all my boyfriends. Would be really rude, don't you think?"

 "Ummm, well…." His gaze darted towards the brothers then back to you. 

 "Let me tell you, it's not always easy trying to juggle that many boyfriends. But this girl has needs and let me tell you, those men know how to keep this girl very satisfied. Uh huh. All. Night. Long. And then also in the morning if we're feeling like having some extra fun. I do feel bad when I wear them out though."

 Suddenly, you felt someone come up beside you. 

 "You alright, y/n?" Ubbe asked, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. 

 "Yeah, baby. Just having a little chat. Let's head back." You smiled up at Ubbe before looking back to the befuddled man in front of you. "And let me tell you one last thing….I might not be in their league like you said, but I know how to keep my men coming back for more." You slipped your arm around Ubbe's waist and started walking back to the picnic table. 

 The closer you got, the more your face felt like it was on fire. You could feel Ubbe stealing glances at you but you ignored it, too mortified by what had just come out of your mouth. How could you have said all of that? What had come over you? Yeah, that guy was a Class-A jerk but it did not warrant you claiming to have a freaking harem with your guy friends/roommates! Why had the universe not promptly shut you up? And to think Ubbe heard the end of your passionate monologue. Gods, you doubted you would be able to look him in the eye for at least a week! 

 You dropped onto your spot between Hvitserk and Ivar, covering your face with your hands. The weight of four pairs of eyes on you made you want to crawl under the table and hide from them. Not that it would work. One of them would just drag you out from underneath or Ivar would keep lovingly tapping you with his crutch until you appeared. 

 "She okay?" Sigurd asked, a hint of concern in his voice. 

 "Y/n?" Ubbe tried to encourage you. 

 You just shook your head, delayed mortification making you tongue-tied. How could you have called them your harem - YOUR HAREM - like you were some wealthy princess or something. Was that even a thing? Either way, you were ready for the universe to strike you with lighting now. Or swallow you whole. 

 "What the fuck happened?" Ivar snarled from your left, but you instinctively knew his anger was not directed at you. 

 Ubbe sighed, probably rubbing a hand down his face. "I don't know. I'm not sure if that guy was insulting her or hitting on her; but after I walked up, she said something about not being in their league but knowing how to keep her men coming back for more. Oh, and she also called me 'baby'."

 Yep. The ground could swallow you whole at any moment now. Any moment….just waiting...

 "Hold on." Hvitserk said, shifting to fully look at you, tugging gently on one of your hands covering your face. "Why do you get to call Ubbe 'baby'? If he gets a pet name, I want one too!"

 Sigurd helpfully pointed out. "She already calls you 'Serk'."

 "That's not a pet name." Hvitserk pouted, pressed his forehead to your shoulder like a toddler denied a candy.

 "Well if those idiots get a name, I'm definitely getting one." Ivar stated, laying a hand on your lower back, his thumb rubbing soothing circles. 

 "You have one. It's 'asshole'." Sigurd sneered. 

 You could feel Ivar shrug. "Yeah, but at least I'm an asshole with class. You're about as interesting as paint drying."

 "Hey! You god‐-" Sigurd started up. 

 Ubbe interrupted. "All of you, shut up." He sighed loudly, probably glaring at Sigurd and Ivar with one of his perfected I-don't-have-time-for-this-shit looks, before reaching across the table and tugging on one of your hands still covering your face. "Hey, wanna explain what was going on with that guy?"

 "Do we need to rough him up?" Hvitserk asked. 

 "Rough him up? What are we, twelve?" Ivar rolled his eyes, shifting his hand to lay on your thigh. "Let's just stab him."

 "Mom said no stabbings, asshat." Sigurd stated, blandly. 

 "She also said no playing music at 2am but we know how well you listened to that, dumb bitch." Ivar sneered back. 

 "Both of you! Shut. Up. Dammit." Ubbe squeezed your hand that he had managed to coax away from your face. "Y/n, please?"

 You slightly shook your head, a small smile on your lips from listening to the brothers bicker. Ubbe squeezed your hand again, almost in a silent pleading. Finally, you murmured, "It's not a big deal. It's really stupid." 

 "Doesn't matter, you're our girl." Ubbe said with a finality that reverberated in your bones. 

 You lowered your other hand, smiling at the four faces looking at you. They were truly your best friends, even if that line did seem to blur lately with how tactile they had become. Not that you truly minded but still. Even now, Ubbe was holding your hand from across the table, Ivar had his hand on your thigh and Hvitserk still had his head on your shoulder. Next to Ubbe, Sigurd was watching you with such fondness and concern it made your stomach clench. What made you so lucky for these sweet, handsome brothers to be concerned about your well-being?

 You squeezed Ubbe's hand back as you looked around the table at them. "You have to promise you won't get mad at me." You nudged Hvitserk off of you so you could look at his face too. 

 "Of course, sweet cheeks. Whatever you need." Sigurd smiled at you. 

 Once all the brothers gave their agreement, you hesitantly began speaking. "Okay, so I was heading back here when that guy stopped me. I think he was trying to hit on me."

 "Why do you think?" Hvitserk questioned. "It's usually pretty obvious when a guy is hitting on a girl."

 "No, that's just you." Ubbe teased. "You have no shame."

 "What? I see what I want and go after it."

 "Focus, idiots." Ivar flatly stated, this thumb rubbing a line on the outside of your thigh. 

 "Um," you tried to start up again but the butterflies in your stomach had turned into pterodactyls and you worried they would somehow escape and gods then you would be on some freaky TV show and no one would ever talk to you. "So….it….it's stupid and doesn't matter. I'm over it. Can we just forget it?"

 "Y/n, love, what happened?" Ubbe encouraged, his patient blue eyes like a warm balm to your frazzled nerves.

 You bit your lip, wondering if you could shove the topic away. Looking at the gazes of the brothers, you know they were not going to let this go, no matter how much you wanted them too. You took a deep breath then spilled out the story, your words almost stumbling into the next in your haste to hurry the hell up. "He said….he asked if I was here alone and I said I was with you guys. But then I think he was asking if I was single because he said clearly I wasn't with any of you guys because it was obvious you're all out of my league…."

 "He said that?" Ivar started to push himself up, grabbing his crutch that had been leaning against the table. "Where the fuck is he? I'm going to ram my fist so far down his throat he won't be able to…."

 You reached your other hand over and grabbed Ivar's hand, stilling his rage-fueled movements. "No, it's fine. Really. I sorta….um, got him back."

 "What did you say?" Ivar raised an eyebrow as he settled back next to you. 

 "Um….well…." Cue the delayed embarrassment and wishing this never happened.

 Hvitserk chuckled with a wicked smirk on his face. "Oh, this is going to be good if you are already stuttering and can't look us in the eye."

 "Shut up." You groaned, but unable to pull away, effectively trapped by the brothers. Ivar was holding your left hand between his; Ubbe held your right hand, your fingers intertwined now; Hvitserk leaned against the table to be able to see your face, with his hand loosely on your right hip; Sigurd's foot nudged yours encouragingly. You knew without them verbally saying so, that you had their full support, no matter what you said or ever needed, they had your back. "Ugh. Fine, okay. I, um, I told him that you guys were my harem and I was dating all of you." You rushed out, your gaze immediately dropping to the wood table, unable to convince yourself to see their expressions after. 

 For a second there was silence before the guys erupted in cheers and laughter. 

 "Hell yeah, that's our girl!"

 "Harem. Ha! You're more woman than that bastard could handle."

 Ubbe slyly looked at you, tugging on your hand until you met his gaze. "And you keep your men coming back for more?"

 "Um, right. I may have….mentioned….that I have needs and you guys, um, make sure I am very satisfied….and I know how to keep you guys coming back for more….yep. That's it. Oh gods, I'm going to go die now."

 Hvitserk's arm wrapped around your waist, keeping you pinned before you could even try and slip away like you wanted to, thank you very much. "Oh, I like this feisty side of you. Why haven't we seen her before?"

 "She gets me into trouble." You mumbled, as they laughed at your response. 

 "She sounds like fun. I'd date her in a heartbeat." Sigurd wiggled his eyebrows. 

 "What's wrong with you?" Ivar demanded. "I'd date y/n, feisty side or not. She's perfect." He loudly smacked a kiss to your temple. 

 "Guys…." You groaned, becoming slightly overwhelmed with the attention. The pterodactyls in your stomach were now dancing to a new tune and not just of embarrassment.  

 "I have to agree with my brothers, this is a new side of you but we like her." Ubbe winked at you, making your breath hitch for a moment. "Tell her she's allowed to visit whenever but we still like y/n either way."

 Hvitserk nuzzled your neck, making you squirm and your heart to race. "I bet that guy is jealous now."

 Throwing his head back, Ivar shouted. "Fuck him!"

 Sigurd took up the chant. "Yeah, fuck him! She's our woman!" 

 "WOULD YOU SHUT UP! THERE ARE CHILDREN AROUND FOR CHRIST'S SAKE!" An elderly man nearby yelled at your group. 

 It was only now that you noticed all the blatant stares the five of you were receiving from those sitting at tables nearby or walking past on the boardwalk. 

 "Oh, I am terribly sorry, sir. You are correct. We were just getting ready to leave." Ubbe placated, a grin still on his face. "Let's head back home."

 The five of you scrambled off the picnic table, laughter still surrounding you like a bubble of warmth that could rival the sun. Heading back to the shared apartment, you found yourself walking between Ubbe and Ivar. Sigurd and Hvitserk walked in front or turned around and walked backwards to make eye contact with you, a few winks thrown your way, making your face heat up again.  

 "You know," Ivar began, "as the youngest, I feel I should have special privileges. Like, I get to have her on the first day or I get to sleep in her bed whenever I want." 

 "No, that certainly sounds like privileges due to the eldest. Which would be me." Ubbe corrected, slipping his hand into yours. 

 You startled at the contact but did not pull away. When Ivar's hand snagged yours, you almost jumped. Your gaze darted from Ivar to Ubbe but both continued walking like nothing had occurred, forcing you to keep moving. It was just an inkling but you wondered if something had changed. Before you could ask, the brothers kept talking, continuing a conversation that left you baffled.

 Hvitserk turned around to walk backwards, giving you a flirty wink. "You two can share her bed but we all know she would want to sleep with me more since I'm the most handsome." 

 "I make her laugh more!" Sigurd argued, trying to punch Hvitserk in the shoulder but the other brother darted away laughing. 

 "A puppy makes her laugh more than you, dipshit." Ivar retorted, sticking his crutch out as Hvitserk moved, causing him to almost trip and fall on his face. 

 "What the hell?" Hvitserk demanded, a goofy grin still on his face. 

 Ivar rolled his eyes, giving your hand a squeeze. "Even sober, Hvitserk can't walk in a straight fucking line."

 You could not help but giggle at the affronted look on Hvitserk's face. 

 "Hmmm….we'll have to figure out some kind of rotating schedule so her time is spent equally with all of us." Ubbe said in all seriousness, continuing the conversation. 

 "Wait….what? WHAT?" You stopped in your tracks. Your mind whirled as you tried to make sense of what Ubbe was implying. The conversation you had been listening to but not understanding, the pieces seemed to suddenly click into place. Your gaze flittered like a hummingbird from one brother to another. "I thought….I mean, it was…."

 Hvitserk slipped between you and Ivar, snaking his arm through yours and guiding you to move again. "Nope, we're your harem now and you're our woman."

 "How about boss bitch? She's our boss bitch?" Ivar asked from just behind you. 

 Ubbe resumed his spot on your other side, shoving Sigurd away when he stopped in front of him. "That could be rude." 

 "How about our angel?" Sigurd offered.  

 "Why do you even keep fucking talking? All your ideas are shit." Ivar grumbled loudly. When a woman walking by gasped loudly, Ivar turned to glare at her. "Fucking what? I wasn't fucking talking to you!"

 "Oh no." You murmured, sharing an exasperated look with Ubbe. You peeked over your shoulder at Ivar. "Come on, honey. It's not worth it."

 He huffed but started walking again. "Fuck yeah, I got a pet name, bitches."

 "I still need one…" Hvitserk whined from beside you.

 Sigurd turned around. "Me too! It better not be 'sweetie' or something."

 You threw your hands up. "I'll think of something! Dammit! I wasn't prepared for this!"

 Sigurd nodded, still walking backwards. "We still need a name for y/n."

 "How about our darling? Y/n is our darling?" Ubbe shrugged. 

 "I still like boss bitch." Ivar grumbled. 

 "Oh my gods, what is my life right now?" You laughed, shaking your head. 

 "Just wait until we get home….I promise your life won't ever be the same." Hvitserk kissed your cheek, making your face heat up. 

 A smack on your ass had you whipping around to stare at Ivar in shock. 

 "Yeah, that's my ass right there. Can't wait to finally touch it." Ivar muttered. His roguish smile grew wider when he saw you gulp. 

 "Ah….what?" You turned to look up at Ubbe as he stole your hand once again, pressing a quick kiss to your knuckles before entwining your fingers. 

 "We have a promise to live up to and we have to make sure our girl is very satisfied." He purred out the last two words, sending a shiver down your spine.  

 "What's that mean?" You glanced around at the brothers but they just chuckled, dragging you in the direction of your shared apartment as quickly as they could without leaving Ivar behind. "Guys….guys?"

 "You're ours now." Hvitserk whispered into your ear. "And we're yours."

 Your stomach flipped at his sultry tone and his words. But it was the hungry looks from the brothers that made your womb clench and your hands tighten in Ubbe and Hvitserk's grasps. 

 There was one thing you were positive on….that after today, nothing would ever be the same. 

 And your heart raced in anticipation. 

#mzwrites #vikings #vikings ivar #vikings fanfiction #vikings fandom #ivar the boneless #ivar ragnarsson #ivar the boneless x you #ivar the boneless x reader #ubbe #ubbe ragnarsson #Ubbe Lothbrok #ubbe x reader #ubbe ragnarsson x reader #Hvitserk #Hvitserk Ragnarsson #hvitserk lothbrok #hvitserk x reader #Hvitserk x you #ubbe x you #Sigurd #sigurd ragnarsson #vikings sigurd #sigurd x reader #ivars heathen army #ubbes wolfpack

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OKAY I HAVE SOME THINGS TO SAY AND QUESTION:

AND THERE ARE SO MANY SPOILERS FOR THE HERMITCRAFT SEASON 8 FINALE SO COVER YOUR EYES AND SKIP THIS POST IF YOU DON’T WANT THEM PLEASE:

…okay is everyone good? Nobody going to be unexpectedly spoiled? Excellent.

The Hermatrix with Ren and Doc is glorious. It really is. The dedication put into that storyline is clear to see, and I got emotional when I saw the finale for it. (Of course, I then proceeded to literally yell aloud “OH NO” when I saw the vine thingies on the ship’s rocket-thingy (propulsor? Repulsor??) but I digress. Those things are TROUBLE!)

It’s beautiful. Another really really cool Rendog-produced season finale, with Docm77’s incredible work added in. It gives the entire Season closure, because now we don’t have to worry that some of the Hermits literally just died a fiery moon-induced death. The fact that it also semi-cameoed in Grian and Tango’s videos were really cool too (Grian got a Hermatrix book after they killed him and Tango fought Grumbot in space on his way to the moon- later, we’re shown a clip of Grumbot and Jrumbot, who are integrated into the Hermitcraft transport ship. Coincidence? I THINK NOT!)

(To be fair it could be a complete coincidence tho lol)

But my question is: what the heckity heck does this mean for the Boatem, Xisuma, and ZombieCleo post-credits scenes? I haven’t quite gotten to everyone’s finale, but I’m pretty sure I’ve seen most of them, so if there’s another post-credits scene I’ve missed then ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ whoops.

Cleo’s is pretty simple but extremely angsty- upon fleeing to the End, she finds that the portal where the Dragon Egg usually rests is deactivated, showing that the Overworld was destroyed and she has no way home. She falls to her knees in despair. At this point, we can assume that she wakes up in the Transport ship and falls back asleep for the next season- but maybe her dreams are of isolation? Trapped alone in the End, with no idea of who survived? We can only assume because we don’t know what they dream in cryostasis. I hope she dreams of Joe teasing her for thinking they wouldn’t survive. I hope Joe is actually there teasing her, because this entire dream and cryostasis thing is insane 0.o

Now, Xisuma’s cutscene showed Evil X’s place being crushed by the moon too, and Ex grumbling about how he was betrayed. I haven’t exactly been following X’s perspective (I want to sit and binge once I have more time. Things Happen and I have a lot to catch up on lol), but does this mean Evil X was simulated the entire time? Or is there a Hels!Simulation that they (Ex’s hels!hermits??) were going through? Maybe it’s Xisuma’s perspective of what he thought would happen to his clone-brother-thing? I dunno. Interesting to think about. At least X is back to his former self!

And finally, last but certainly not least, Boatem. The quintet of Trouble™. They’re in the Void now, waiting for the next season. Are they there in their dreams? Are there going to be consequences of floating in the void for however-many-weeks until Season 9, even if it’s simulated? They only have each other right now. We can assume that they are going to float (or at least, dream of floating) for a long time. Or maybe that was before they woke up in the ship? I’ve had dreams where it felt like hours had passed, only to wake up a literal minute later. Maybe it was time distortion and now they’re all in a different simulation together. Hm.

Actually, for that matter, what the heck is up with Mumbo and Grian’s soul situation now? Was that even real? Was Mumbo’s shapeshifting a glitch in the Hermatrix? Does Mumbo actually share Grian’s soul now, outside of the ship, or was that just confined to the simulation made to protect them all?

(Can i just say that Grian is a mad genius. I was on edge the entire finale, wondering why the heck he would let himself stay on half a heart, and then he asked Mumbo to high five him, which ruined Mumbo’s no-kill streak. Literally the last moments of season 8. Oh my god that was such a big brain play, I watched it three times over and I couldn’t stop laughing at the pure shock and disbelief in Mumbo’s voice.)

Those are my thoughts on the situation. Guess we’ll just have to wait until Season 9! Thanks for the wonderful first season (for me, at least. ;D). Looking forward to what comes next!

#hermitcraft #mcyt #hermitcraft season 8 #hermitblr #spoilers #boatem #xisumavoid #ZombieCleo #rendog #docm77 #hermatrix #grian #impulsesv #mumbo jumbo #goodtimeswithscar #pearlescentmoon #listen this finale was a masterpiece #this entire season was a masterpiece #incredible- it really was #so I have some things to say #:3 thanks for the amazing first season (for me)

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The Thrilling Saga of Connie paying real life money for the Worst Sonic TV Show

Let’s begin with the simple fact that me and my sister, @birdsareblooming​ “Cori”, have both been hyperfixating on Sonic the Hedgehog since last March. During this hyperfixation, I was on Sonic Wiki to copy-paste song lyrics onto my stolen mp3s, and I called my sister in and pointed at the template at the bottom. 

“What is this Sonic Underground thing?” I asked. “It has one shit billion songs.” 

So we clicked on the page to read about it, and each sentence we read was a punch in the gut and this quickly became the funniest thing we’d ever read. Highlights include:

It looks like this:

“Sonic[...] is known to be a prince” 

Sonic has two siblings who actually have good characterization but their names are literally just Sonia and Manic. Like. Sonic split into two names. jesus christ 

Also Sonic and his siblings all share a voice actor. honestly Jaleel White does his best with it but 

“The three siblings possess enchanted medallions that transform not only into musical instruments, but also into weapons.”

“Some fans consider Sonia to be a clone of Amy Rose, minus the attraction Amy feels for Sonic.” YEAH I SURE HOPE IT DOES

“Manic is the most often captured of the siblings” himbo king 

Knuckles shows up, and for the first, like, two sentences his description is very similar to the game, and then you get immediately pulverized by “He has a pet Dinosaur called Chomps.”

Literally so many sentences on Sonic Wiki are lowkey salty about this show. The page features lines such as “Sonic Underground bears little relation to the often complex Sonic universe (including previous animated series, as well as Sonic comics and games), and shares only three established characters” and “many of the characters in the Freedom Fighter group that were in Sonic the Hedgehog are completely left out (including Tails).”

“The show met with mostly negative reviews.”

*checks air dates* It only lasted two goddamn months

So after seeing this we thought it was the funniest thing and we showed our older sister, @patema-introverted​ “North.” To our surprise, our at the time “knew nothing about this sonic bullshit” sister recognized the show. Turns out she’d seen trailers for it as a child and that was her sole exposure to Sonic canon. 

We were in quarantine at the time, so we ended up finding it on YouTube and binge-watching it all together as a sibling bonding activity. It was just as hilarious as we thought it would be- some stuff was legitimately good, like the sibling dialogue for instance, but good lord were the character designs ugly, the plot all over the place, and pretty much every song, um, not great. Also there was one episode that we skipped because it got, um, I think “stereotypical” is the nicest word I can use here. 

But the point is, we had a jolly good time watching it, and afterwards we binged all the other Sonic shows and bonded as a family. 

After quarantine, North and I go back to college. My roommate gets groceries at Walmart, while I get them elsewhere, so while she and North collect food I wander the DVD aisle to look at the cool movies and also dumpster-dive in the bargain bin for Cats (2019). I am also short as fuck, so the top shelf of movies I cannot see, I can only read the labels. 

So one day I was browsing the DVDs, and glancing over at the labels for the top shelf. I read over the final one before the shelves end. 

And then I stop, do a double take, and have a heart attack, because there is a label that reads “SONIC UNDERGROUND $3.74″

I immediately climb the shelf but there aren’t any DVDs atop the shelf. However, the label is still there. I excitedly tell my sister and roommates, freak out with them a bit, and then give myself a mission statement:

I will buy the $4 Sonic Underground DVD from Walmart

I did not want it as a gift, I did not want to find it online. I wanted to walk into a store, pick up the Worst Sonic Show on DVD, walk it straight to the checkout, and in front of the cashier and God, pay for it with my own money. I did not care if it was the whole series or two episodes; I needed to do this for my own serotonin.

We would go to Walmart about once a week. Every time, I would go to the DVD aisle, and go right to the end of the shelves. I would stare at the label SONIC UNDERGROUND $3.74 and empty space above it and wonder who the fuck was buying this other than me. I would occasionally ask employees if they had any copies in storage. I would build a shrine to Manic in my room. Okay, no I didn’t, but only because my RA would have murdered me. 

Christmas break comes, and we have to go home. We have a nice Christmas, and Cori and I infodump at each other about how we would make Sonic Underground a good show (note: we’re both galaxy braining) and also play Bendy and the Ink Machine. Fun times. 

When we finally get back to College, it’s late January- long story short we have a very long winter break. My roommate who gets food at Walmart got food without us the first week cause she showed up first, so we take her out to Walmart the first time in the year of our lord 2021 on January 29. 

I wander the Valentine’s aisle, immediately grabbing a sequin puppy. I go to the DVDs and see Animaniacs Season One, also grab that. 

And then.

There it is.

The Holy Grail. 

Above the label SONIC UNDERGROUND $3.74, is one DVD left. 

Already I am losing my mind. It’s roughly seven hours of episodes- I couldn’t find an episode list, but I think that’s half the show, for $4! And the cover is amazing. 

That’s a png of Sonic from Adventures of Sonic the Hedgehog (1993) with a medallion badly photoshopped over it. The medallion is too small. 

Manic is shoved into the corner. He doesn’t have his medallion at all. 

Sonia isn’t even pictured on the front cover, probably because they realized she was the worst designed of the bunch. I’m not ragging on her though, because she’s still one of the better designed characters of the show. Those background characters make me cry 

So you bet your ass I finally paid my hard-earned $4 for this shit. Upon getting home, I discovered that there was even wilder shit with this DVD than I thought. 

For starters: the bonus features listed are as follows:

Original Concept Art - did not expect that these character designs were the final draft

Storyboard-to-screen - did not expect they bothered to storyboard this 

Music Video Jukebox - that’s cute, they thought we liked the music 

Interviews with original screenwriter & executive producer - I fully expect the only questions to be “why.” 

On the left of this list are screenshots from the show, where people can finally see Sonia, who we Know™ is a girl because she is pink and has hair and also an actual body shape instead of just circles like her brothers. 

But wait... what’s that in the lefthand corner? 

That looks like some kind of robot. But it’s not a robot from Sonic Underground! That didn’t appear once. Why is it here? 

The mystery continues upon opening the DVD case: inside are advertisements for other collections, including other Sonic DVDs: two volumes of Adventures of Sonic the Hedgehog (1993) and the final episodes of Sonic the Hedgehog “SatAM” (1993)

First of all, the first volume of AOSTH has the exact same PNG of Sonic as the Underground Volume 1. Not even trying to hide it. But second... the second volume of AOSTH also has this robot on its cover. 

And THIS ROBOT IS ALSO DECORATING THE THIRD DISC IN THE SET?

So you may be asking, who is this robot? Is it from AOSTH or Underground?

IT’S FROM FUCKING SATAM. The one show that doesn’t have it decorating the DVD covers.

Also, not only is it from SatAM, it only appears in one fucking episode. Not a major character! AND IT HAS A DIFFERENT DESIGN ON THE PROMO ART, WITH HAIR AND FANGS.

Why is it showing up everywhere? What is going on? 

I have not yet had the opportunity to watch this glorious piece of animation, but I am so glad at the confusion I have felt upon receiving it. 

But before I go, I must share with you the best part of this DVD purchase. And it was flipping to the back, scanning the details, and discovering the exact runtime of the episode collection. 

Guys, gals, and enby pals, friends and enemies, Nintendo and Sega, the first Volume of Sonic Underground has a runtime of...

420 MINUTES.

Maybe I’m wrong and this IS the best Sonic show. 

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Hey just went on a 4.5 hr binge reading your amazing work!! I was just wondering if you could do somthing with ivar reacting to the reader saying she is pregnant and his reaction to when she's in labour? In ink drinker?? You're amazing and I love your work!

Hello! That’s so sweet of you, thank you. Welcome to the crazy world!

And I know I said my requests are closed but Ivar & kids? The kill shot. It’s long & funny & emotional and I hope you all enjoy. I cried. 

☞ catch up here

You were late. You were late and in your haste of life, you only noticed two weeks past where you should have.

“I’m late” You texted Ivar.

“For work?” Is what he replies.

You nearly threw your phone across the threshold, the cry of delirious laughter on your lips at Ivar’s far too perfectly timed response. It had been madness with him back at work; catching up on two years' worth of delays, overbooking himself, and coming home in the middle of the night. Sleep was never easy for him, he had turned into a man who needed an orgasm to so simply think about closing his eyes. And the nights of fumblings between the sheets, soft moans and heavy breathing, Ivar telling you how he loves you, only helped him.

And you knew his pullout game sucked.

The magenta double lines that grace you back from the porcelain sink hitch your breath. After a step closer, two glances back, they remain there, almost smiling up at you. You can’t dwell on those marks, already telling yourself the tale that it was incorrect, but the other two tests, of the other two manufacturers, yielded the same promise. An ocean of chill runs down your spine, tugging against your tailbone and snapping into you like a pluck of a guitar string, propelling the sensation through to your toes. Finding your hand across your abdomen was a motion you didn’t even realize you had started, but the path was so plain. If your heart could leap from your chest and hug you back, it would. 

When you hear the creak of the garage door it’s not nearly as late as you had thought Ivar would be home. The medley of vegetables in one pot, the boiling pasta in the other, and before you can even speak, Ivar wraps himself against your back.

“Hey, handsome,” You hum, melting against him and he only squeezes tightly. 

“Hey, baby,” His lips rasp into your hair. “Missed you today,” Ivar adds as his nose trails the curve of your skull. “Are you making pasta primavera?”

“Yes,” You sigh and you’re certain you could fall asleep like this. “I got you something,” You then say, still swaying slightly with Ivar. 

“Yeah?” He rasps, finally pulling away from you for you to turn. His hair is already down, glasses where they belong for once, and he smiles when you catch his gaze. You’re quick to scurry away, yelling something about turning off the stove, and then you’re back, a small package in your hands. 

“It’s the most expensive gift I’ve gotten you,” You tease as the box shrinks when it’s in Ivar’s grasp.

“I told you that I don’t want another mustang, baby,” Ivar replies, pulling the ribbon off. “I like my Jeep.”

“It’s not….it’s not a mustang,” You snort.

“Oh, thank god,” Ivar says, shivering slightly as the thought leaves him. 

“You’ll like it, I promise,” You nudge and he finally lifts up the lid. You thought you could hear his breathing hitch, fuzziness in his eyes already starting as the positive pregnancy tests stare back at him. 

“No you’re not,” Ivar whimpers, “Are you fucking with me?” And his voice is meek, drowned out with emotion and you only tear up too. “No, you’re not,”

“We’re gonna have a baby, Ivar,” Are the first words out of your mouth. “You’re gonna be a dad,” You say, watching how his eyes move to your face, towards the test, shocked, mouth agape and he only whimpers. When he sets the box on the counter you’re there to wrap to fill his grasp. Falling into his arms and you can hear the slight sniffle from above you. It pulls one from you too, finally grasping the mental concept that Ivar really has dreamt about this moment his whole life. You wiggle slightly, pulling back and Ivar’s hands are still on your hips. With red eyes, he moves one paw to wipe the tear that’s threatening to escape. 

“I love you,” Ivar whispers and it makes you laugh when you repeat it back, hands on his cheeks as you bring your mouth to his. The kiss isn’t hurried, Ivar’s lips move as though he’s hardly focusing on the task and you can hear another sniffle as you pull back. Forehead resting along his and his eyes are closed. 

“I found out this morning,” You whisper to him.

“I’m waiting to wake up from the dream,” Ivar replies, and his eyes are still shut as he speaks.

“Your pullout game sucks, Ivar,” You say and that makes him laugh, thick from his stomach, and his eyes finally open as he pulls you to rest against him.

“This isn’t news to me, Y/N,” Ivar says. “I can’t believe we’re gonna have a baby,” He adds and when he does a new wave of tears starts in his eyes.

“Your mother is going to castrate you,” You say into the cotton of his shirt and he laughs again. “You and me Ivar,”

“Against the world,” He replies. “And as parents.”

*

His phone rings from next to him, your name on Ivar’s screen, and halfway through his sentence, he stops to smile. Excusing himself for a moment, he answers:

“Hey baby, I’m just finishing up with a client, I’ll call you right back,” And the line goes dead. You blink to yourself several times when you hear silence in your ear and as you look to the towel at your feet, you almost feel as though you’re going to cry.

After ten minutes you stop caring if he’s shooting the breeze with the person, and you’re dialing for him again as you lean against the kitchen counter.

“Hey, baby,” Ivar answers and it pulls the anger, anxiety from you and you suck in a deep breath. “Baby?”

“My water broke,” You simply say.

“When?” Ivar asks quickly and he’s standing, leaning his shoulder to hold his phone as he throws the closest thing he can reach in Sigurd’s direction. White eraser bouncing in front of him as he moves his gaze from his magazine to Ivar. “I’ll be right there,” He says. “Her water broke,” He calls to Sigurd and the man only offers a thumbs up.

“Ivar—fuck—Ivar listen to me, do not drive like a mad man,” You grit into your phone. “I need you here for this, alright?” Your words fall as he climbs into the Jeep.

“I won’t,” Ivar replies softly. “I promise. I’ll see you in a minute, alright?”

“Alright,” You say back.

“How far apart are they?” Ivar asks and you only smile. 

“Still far enough,”

“We’re going to get to meet her,” Ivar whispers and it makes your smile bigger.

His next call is to Floki, the phone ringing through Bluetooth and there’s a hum when he answers.

“Yeeeeeeees, Ivar?” Floki sings.

“Y/N’s water broke, I’m on my way home,” Ivar replies, and the laugh he’s known his whole life rings through the man’s mouth.

“Take a deep breath for me,” Floki says.

“I’ve taken several since I got into my car,” Ivar replies. “It’s the only thing keeping me from bursting into flames.” And they both laugh.

“I’ll head to the shop now, keep me in the loop. Oh—and Ivar, you have two hands. If she has to break one as she delivers your baby girl, so be it.” And the line goes dead. Ivar groans, his heart hammering behind his seatbelt and he doesn’t even bother to turn the car off when he parks in the driveway.

You’re in the same spot, hand crossing the bump and your eyes are stuck on the clock when you hear the door open. Another press of pain mangles its way through you, as if your guts are trying to come through your navel. Ivar calls your name and you turn, a soft smile on your face.

“Just put everything in the car,” You say and Ivar nods, completely ignoring your direction and coming towards you.

“I know you’re a medic—I know how many babies you’ve delivered with Hvitserk there, but this is different,” Ivar hums as he tips your chin, sealing the words to your mouth as he kisses you. “This is our baby,”

“I’m scared,” You whisper and Ivar moves his arms around to your back.

“I am too,” He admits. “Let’s get to the hospital,”

Despite how the nurse offers the wheelchair, you shake your head; walking has been the only aid to your contractions and she nods. Ivar’s hand is in yours as you’re laying along with the linens, thumb brushing your knuckles and he’s on his phone.

“Did you call your mom?” You ask.

“No,” He answers, eyes not moving to yours. “Only Floki so he can get to the shop. You need to focus on you right now,” He says, finally lifting his head to look at you. Brows towards the ceiling and the small smirk only makes you pout.

“You should try to get some sleep—”

“Baby,” Ivar says and you nod. Ivar moves only minutes later, sketchbook taking up his lap as his hand stays with yours. Your phone buzzes with a Snapchat from Hvitserk, quick zooming in of Engine 1 as one of the firefighters walk by it. You take the liberty to pan the room, from your gown-covered self, Ivar to your left and back to the windows on the other side. Less than ten seconds pass before his contact picture graces your screen.

“That’s how you tell me?” Hvitserk all but shrieks and even Ivar can hear it through the phone. “How long have you been there?”

“A few hours,” You answer back.

“Guys! Our Lieutenant’s in labor!” Hvitserk calls to the guys. “Put me on speaker—Ivar?”

“What, brother?” Ivar groans back.

“When we work labor calls, I always tell the mother that I have two hands—”

“And if she needs to break one so be it,” Ivar finishes for him, and his brother whines. “Floki said the same thing.”

“Fucking Floki,” Hvitserk mumbles. “We’ll be thinking about you two, and send us pictures.”

“You don’t want a video?” You tease.

“Nope—I know you well, but I don’t need to know you that well!” Hvitserk laughs.

“Oh, come on, it can be practice for you and Thora,” and you can see the man blush without even being in front of him. “I’ll keep you in the loop.”

“You’ve got this,” Hvitserk says and the line goes dead.

By the fourth time you find your legs in the stirrups, you’re about ready to take one out to grant the nurse’s face. The needle for the epidural was big, it was big enough that Ivar didn’t even look, that you as a regular needle handler, even felt shy from. When you feel the contraction roll through only a few seconds after the last one, you nudge Ivar. His head on your shoulder flies up and your look answers his question before he even has to ask it.

“Dad, are you cutting the cord?” The nurse asks and Ivar looks back at you as if he needs your permission before he can think of an answer.

“Yes,” Ivar says back and he’s by your side, hand tracing your bent knee, sliding your thigh and it helps to calm you. Before your first push, you’re already crying, Ivar’s there to pull the hair from your face as it sticks to where you’ve started to sweat. As you curse him, his last name, his size and weak pull-out game and Ivar only agrees with each word as they come through your lips. Before you’ve even crowned you’ve decided that you don’t want to do this anymore.

“I hate you right now,” You hiss, and Ivar nods.

Twelve hours of sitting, standing, walking, swaying, trying almost everything in the manual to help progress her just a bit further than the last hour. Ivar adorned in scrubs, trying to contain his excitement, your partner in crime trying to experience it with you as well as he could, attempting to leech some of the pain in the meantime. 

One week shy of her due date, Ivar’s there to see his daughter born. Through tears and strings of curse words, sweat-slick clothes, she is finally here.  Watering eyes flicking to yours as her cry fills the room. Your whine is there next and she’s against your chest the minute she’s able. IV poked hand coming to cup her diapered rear, head against the pillow and you’re crying. You’re crying as Ivar’s lips brush your hairline, as he’s crying, as the head nurse films the moment per your request. Ivar studies the newborn in utter disbelief, eyes switching from its cotton-covered head to your face, overstuffed with pure adoration. 

“I’m so proud of you,” Ivar whispers in your ear, his hand covering yours over the child you two created together.

“Look at her, Ivar,” You whisper and he is, he hasn’t stopped yet, the tuft of dark hair on her head that matches his own as her small hands balled into fists. His daughter laying against your chest and he has to wipe his eyes. There’s an upset from her for a brief moment, wiggle and a cry, and instinctively Ivar’s lips shush her, his voice lulling through her ears and she quiets. “That’s your dad,” You say to her.

Ivar’s moment for the skin on skin finally came and he’s next to you. Seated, shirt off, and the nurse hands him the bundle. Pink cotton on an inked chest as Ivar’s hand pats her bottom, nearly swarming the infant as a whole. You can’t hear him, but you see his lips moving, eyes peeking down at the bundle that’s looking up at him. A full conversation on his side and you’re tearing up again, snapping a picture for Hvitserk, your parents, and his, for Floki and Ivar laughs as he watches her yawn.

“Oh, am I boring you, miss?” Ivar coos and you smile. “I know you’ve had such a big day,” He says. “You have no idea how loved you already are.”

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Holland!sister maybe being paddy’s twin and all the siblings are staying at toms house with Harrison and tuwaine as well and just what they get up to maybe during lockdown together. So you think that this would be possible ? Love you work btw

Quarantine

Holland brothers X Sister!Reader, Harrison Osterfield X Platonic!Reader, Tuwaine Barrett X Platonic!Reader

Warnings: Covid, glitter

Reader's Age: 15, twins with Paddy. (They'd be 15 when this is taking place)

A/n: So I haven't done a headcanon before so I thought I could do one with this request! You can send another request again if you wanted a one-shot instead. Thank you for the request and I'm so happy you love my work!!! I needed that confidence boost.😅

You would've been just staying with them for a week originally, but covid hit and you couldn't get back to staying with your parents.

So you and Paddy were stuck there, under the same roof as your brothers, for awhile.

You were enjoying it though obviously. You adored Tom.

I totally think he'd be your favorite older brother. So it's not counting Paddy, cause I believe you'd be the older twin.

You totally would be convincing them to do tiktoks. You probably joined Tiktok 2019 so not just because of covid.

You probably got Tom in some.

You and paddy made one with the sibling song, that goes "this is my brother and this is my sister"

Then you convinced all of your siblings to do a video with the other sibling song.

Now don't think that Tuwaine and Haz are safe from this just because they aren't your blood related brothers. No boo no one in that house was safe.

You were forcing them to do challenges with you, and trends.

The fans were going crazy with all the content you were putting out for them. They loved it.

You probably used the "got brother check. I checked he isn't" sound with all of your brothers. The fans didn't agree, but found it funny.

Okay my personal opinion? Movie night every night. Unless one of you had early zoom meetings in the morning.

Those movies would range for family movies, animated movies, all kinds of movies. Except horror, I feel like you'd be a bit too scared for horror movies.

Anytime you had a early zoom meeting, they'd watch a horror movie.

You and Harry probably found a show for the two of you to binge together. It caused a few fights cause one of you would get ahead in the show and the other would get mad.

The others would keep the peace though.

Sam taught you how to cook, which you were super excited about.

Tom and Haz would sometimes go into the guest room where you and Paddy were staying, it had to beds obviously. The room was set up for sleepovers just for you two. But they'd go to that room while you both were in zoom classes and just chill in the background.

Probably sitting on either bed talking or they'd go in with masks on to mess with you two.

If either of you were on mic Tom would exclaim Paddy! Or y/n!

Tuwaine, Harry, and Sam joined in once too along with Paddy as this class you didn't have together.

It was a class that your crush was in. You made the mistake of doing the class in the dinning room.

They all were messing around in the background, when you went on mic they started being louder, causing a ruckus.

Your teacher eventually told you to find somewhere quieter to do class. Which you did, you locked yourself in your room.

You definitely got pay back. When Tom was in zoom meetings you'd sneak in and mock him with facial expressions until he noticed and sent you away.

Fans loved the interviews where you did this.

For paddy, you once pushed him out of his chair during one of his classes then walked away without a word.

You did similar things to Tom for Haz and Tuwaine. Once again I say fans found it hilarious.

For Sam and Harry. You waited, made them fear what you'd do. Then when Harry fell asleep during one of the movie nights you drew on his face with permanent marker.

That wasn't enough though. You posted a picture on your Instagram to mess with him more.

You did though take it down, but by then a lot of people already saw it.

Sam was scared. He watched you closely everything you did. But you were striking yet.

Obviously it would take longer for you to strike with him you had to come up with the perfect prank.

The others found it funny how paranoid Sam was.

"Mate chillax she can't do anything that bad to you." Tom had told him.

"You don't know that, she always saves the worse prank for last you know that!" Sam exclaimed.

"The worst? We didn't even get that bad." Haz said.

"Sam!" You shouted walking in with a smile.

"What?"

You gave a sweet smile to him before handing him a box. "You got a package."

"What?"

You were out there quickly. When he opened the box he got sprayed with glitter. You were watching around the corner laughing at him.

You teamed up with Paddy who filmed the prank.

Sam chased you and gave you a hug.

You all were cleaning glitter up for months. There's still glitter being found in the house.

Sam got to say "I told you so" to his brother, and Haz.

Things calmed down since then though you were still seem in the background of Tom's interviews.

When restrictions lifted you were more than excited to be home with your parents. You were going to miss it since Tom and Harry shipped out to New York to film spiderman: no way home.

A/n: this was my first headcanon what do you guys think?

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[iphoenixrising]

DickTimWeek2021 Day 2

** Day 2: Time Loop | Jealousy | Stray AU

Welp. Time to break some hearts.

They’re laughing like assholes as they climb through Timmy’s penthouse windows. 

“Did you see that thug punch himself in the face?”

“That’s the right way to get out of an ass beating by the Batman.”

Tim, still in Red Robin, doesn’t even bother, just lets his knees buckle so he can slide down to the floor and laugh until tears are rolling down the dominio still plastered on his face.

He’s riding the concussion train with 

(J)

Josephine and she’s not as bad as some of them are. 

Dick at least tosses the gloves and gauntlets before hauling Timmy’s bruised ass up off the floor, throwing the arm around his shoulders.

“C’mon, you butt. Really Timmy, just laying here in your suit? Alfred would be appalled.”

“S’why I don’t go to the Manor much anymore.”

“Ooh, I’m telling. You’re going to be in so much trouble,” as he gets Tim down the hallway to the bathroom.

“Y-You can’t! You’re the oldest! Dami’s supposed to be the tattle-tale!”

“Nu-uh. As the oldest, I can do whatever the hell I want.”

And does he tell on Timmy? You bet your ass he does.

It’s nice when Alfred can look at someone else in the family with extreme disappointment.

Tim comes by the Manor the day Alfred video chats him, shuffles down to the Cave behind the butler and absolutely sticks his tongue out at Dick’s smarmy grin.

**

His apartment is a literal mess and Dick can’t be bothered to do much more than flop on the overstuffed couch with a groan. 

Still in his uni from the day shift, he’s too bruised and battered and tired to even think of suiting up for the night. He’s been running himself ragged for two months, the day and night shifts blending together along with the usual bullshit of daily human life, and he desperately needs a night of terrible television, junk food, and snuggles.

Like he’d been reading the room, Timmy walks out of his bathroom, towel around his shoulder and hair just this side of damp.

“Hey, you made it home in one piece.” Tim’s long fingers in his hair literally pulls a noise out of Dick he can’t ever remember making.

“Yeah, I drove down because you looked like death warmed over when we talked last weekend. Luckily for you I went grocery shopping, did a few loads of your laundry, and cleaned up a little so you don’t have to worry about housework.”

“I love you. Have I told you that recently? Like, so, so much–” is muffled by the couch cushions, but he thinks Tim can probably still make it all out.

“Mmhm, I know,” and the gentle scratching against his scalp doesn’t stop, and Dick goes a little boneless with it. “I even brought my Roku so we can binge watch terrible television while you eat something more substantial than cereal. Alfred is going to be so proud of you.”

A pat to his head and Timmy is off, slinging his towel on the rack, turning on the shower again to make sure it’s nice and hot for all those bruises and contusions.

He’s no-nonsense about picking up his previous mentor and best friend, literally stripping him down and manhandling him in the shower after a low whistle at the span of blue/black across Dick’s chest and ribs, the scrapes across his back and shoulders. 

The first aid kit tackle box makes an appearance because Tim plans for literally everything ever, and Dick finds himself sitting on his sink wearily while his injuries are meticulously treated.

He knows he eats something super tasty with meat and vegetables, his belly full, before Tim pulls him down on the couch and lets Dick lay against his chest, between his legs to sleepily float while watching God-awful B-movies.

It’s the most relaxing weekend he’s had in a while.

**

Dami sneers at Tim, arms crossed over his chest, the expression on his face begging Tim to try to deny it.

The third Robin however, is looking over at Dick with horror that the big secret is finally out in the open.

“Th-that isn’t– it’s not–” Tim fumbles desperately, “he’s been my big brother forever, that’s it!”

“Tt. Grayson may be painfully oblivious, Drake, but the rest of us are detectives. Even Todd knows of your feelings and he rarely even comes to the Manor!”

Tim’s soul literally leaves his body.

Dick blinks, completely taken back, mouth open without anything coming out.

Damian raises his eyes skyward and prays for patients dealing with these two. “What I am saying,” he tries, he really is trying here, “is that you two must cease and desist this pointless–” vague hand wave– “pining for one another. It is getting to the point of absurdity. I demand you two either discuss your need for one another or take this ridiculous mooning elsewhere. The rooftops of Gotham is no place for this,” another hand wave, “utter nonsense.”

Tim’s mouth goes dry, subtly backing away to be closer to the Ducati’s waiting for tonight’s ride. He’s pretty sure he has enough energy left in his shaky knees to hop on one and be the fuck out of the Cave before his face literally bursts into flames.

But, well. Dick was Batman.

His strategic retreat is stomped into the ground by acrobatic leaps and a very well done joint lock to keep him from immediately taking off.

Dami scoffs at them on his way up the winding staircase. He stops Pennyworth on the way and turns the butler to return back into the Manor proper, citing those two needed time to figure themselves out.

**

After several weeks under deep cover, Nightwing wearily hacks into Titan’s Tower and makes his way through the maze of hallways until he hits a hidden panel. 

Tim is sleeping on his desk, only one empty coffee mug at his workstation. Even dead in his boots, Nightwing can take a second just to look, just to sigh, just to enjoy how much every inch of this boy is his.

He journeys down the hall, flips the bed covers up, carries his sleeping partner in and tucks the blankets around him, a quickly there kiss to the top of messy, too-long hair. A shower in Tim’s perch literally makes everything in life a little less awful and exhausting, not enough for him to do much more than crawl in bed against Tim’s warm body and snuggle up close.

He gets breakfast in bed and blue-violet eyes looking at him with fondness rather than awe, gets coffee flavored kisses and a slow-paced back rub that continues down to his thighs and calves and feet. Later, he gets a date night in a nice restaurant and a sweet San Fran club scene for dessert. He gets to let loose and hold Tim’s body against him, to play them both until the gazes are intense and the low key UST between them makes other people on the dance floor give them space.

**

Witty banter is a primary weapon against megalomaniacal bad guys of any flavor. For some former Robins, it’s an art form.

Over the years, they’ve cultivated their dip and distraction to bounce off one another like a well-oiled vigilante machine. 

It should have been a standard take-down because it’s not one of their more dangerous, deadly villains. It’s not one of the Rogue Gallery baddies. It’s not one of the mobster families, not one of the super powered groups come to call. It’s not someone with hordes of thugs and deadly science waiting to take them down.

It’s a simple B&E, just Nightwing talking it up to draw gunfire while Red Robin is creeping up from behind to get the last laugh.

It’s one of a thousand times they’ve done this. 

It’s a guaranteed win.

It’s the last hour of patrol before they get to go back to Red’s penthouse and snuggle together, eat and show, probably have some fantastic sex before passing out.

The .45 shell, however, cuts through the suit, between armored plates. 

Going after the running baddies is automatic, taking them down, zip ties, and viola. They’re ready for GCPD to pick-up, all kinds of gift-wrapped.

When N finally realizes Red isn’t with him, isn’t answering comms, isn’t waiting for him on the roof, he goes back inside. He hits up B for a ride in the big car in case he missed –

– anything.

The pool of blood around Red Robin is more than he can afford to lose, and Nightwing has been in the vigilante life for over twenty years, has been official with Red Robin for a little over two, has personal experience on how his Baby Bird can take a mostly-fatal beating and still keep moving. He’s seen Tim come close with the Clench, with horrifying injuries, with any of the many bad guys they fight holding him hostage.

Nightwing has seen him perform literal miracles.

And tells him so the entire time he’s got Red Robin up in his arms, carrying him through Gotham’s skyline to the waiting car, falling in with Red on his lap when the familiar hatch slides back, the tourniquet already applied before he even shot a grapple. The struggling pulse is enough of a concern to get it together.

And even if they all gather to strip off the suit, and now it’s on to get vitals back to an acceptable range. Even if the Bats cry overhead, even if the equipment is top notch in the Cave, even if Dick is still talking the whole time, and Alfred is keeping a cool head and Bruce is gripping a hand and Damian is standing at the ready to hand implements and Cass is biting her thumbnail while she hovers and Steph is moving from empty space to empty space around the gurney –

The consistent beep of the flatline cuts through it all.

**

The Titans make it for the service. 

Each of them make a point to hug Dick for as long as possible, holding on tightly.

Bruce is silent and stoic, a little boy again when he has to watch someone else he loves being lowered into the cold, unforgiving ground. Another Robin taking a piece of his heart to the afterlife. 

Steph is red-eyed, a ghost moving around to individual circles, listening to stories she might not have known. 

Cass grips the coffin with bruised knuckles, her whole body wound tight as a string ready to snap. She doesn’t move the entire service, is already convinced leaving him to his own devices caused this whole thing. She doesn’t blame the thugs or Dick or Bruce. She blames the boy that never understood how much it all means.

Duke Thomas is back in Gotham, taking leave from the Outsiders to be here for the family that took him in after the Joker drove his parents insane. He hovers in the doorway to welcome mourners, direct them toward the book to sign-in, talks about Tim Drake with regular humans and other metas in disguise, accepts condolences with his throat tight and his eyes watery. He makes sure Dick has a bottle of water after the first hour, pats Damian’s shoulder, grips Bruce’s arm, weaves an arm around Cassandra’s back to give her a squeeze, obediently looks at the old pictures of Tim on Steph’s photo roll when she’s overcome and has to see that smile again.

In the back, Jason Todd wears dark shades and a clean black suit. Roy Harper is beside him, a hand on the broad back to keep him grounded, to keep the Pit rage at bay. If anyone knows how far Tim and Jason had come over the years, it’s the former Red Arrow. If anyone knows how much agony Jason is in at this moment, at another fallen brother, another Robin gone, if anyone had held the Red Hood while he screamed and cried and broke the utter fuck down, it’s Roy Harper.

Damian Wayne hovers right by Grayson’s side, silently supporting his first Batman, his first brother. Whenever Dick’s eyes start going hazy, glazing over, Damian gently grips a wrist to bring him back, allows fingers to lace through his own and tolerates the tight squeeze that obviously assists in grounding the oldest Robin. 

(Later when the night is crowding grief-stricken Wayne Manor, Damian will be the one to open Grayson’s bedroom door, lift the covers to crawl in behind him, to wind both arms tightly. He will be the one to take the onslaught of grief, to be soaked in tears and snot, to listen to the broken, hoarse voice, to make soothing hums that ultimately mean nothing.)

Alfred Pennyworth quietly talks with the funeral director about the arrangements. Of course Master Timothy would want to be laid to rest with his parents, and the family appreciates all the support and ease of process as the deceased was an important part of the Wayne family. 

When he gets a phone call, he firmly verifies the name on the tombstone is Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne Grayson.

**

Exactly four days after the service, the Flash is staring at him helplessly, gripping Nightwing’s arm tight, “please, please, Dick, don’t do this. You can’t think this is the answer!”

He can barely hear Wally with the absolute destruction going on around them, the machine they’d inadvertently stumbled upon (which is a lie, Nightwing had been looking for it and the Flash basically caught him red handed). 

“You know you aren’t going to be able to stop me.” Standing between the glowing portal and Wally, debris from overhead crashing down on them at intervals, Nightwing is at his peak stubborn, “no matter how fast you are.”

“You don’t understand what’s going to happen,” Wally yells desperately as the vacuum starts pulling at Nightwing’s other arm, pulling him into–

–the Speed Force.

“You don’t have the lightning, Dick, you won’t be able to get yourself out, and I won’t have any way of tracking you!”

The small smirk as the machine’s panel starts going haywire, lights blinking and readings off the charts, makes Wally’s heart clench hard in his chest, makes him try to dig in his heels, makes his stomach tremble.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve already done this, Wally. And I’ll do it as many times as it takes until I change everything.”

The pellet Nightwing palmed before the Flash grabbed his hand goes off the same time the machine hits the highest ratings and a low boom is followed up with an intense swirling suction, pulling the heroes closer to the portal’s surface.

The light grenade goes off without a hitch and the Flash has no choice but to let Nightwing go.

**

They’re laughing like assholes as they climb through Timmy’s penthouse windows. 

#dicktimweek2021 #dicktim #dick grayson #tim drake #sad times #time loop #winter writes #my ficlet

[theonlygamergost]

Girls and pigs night out - Fd!au

This fanfiction is based on the Family Dynamic au made by @antarctic-bay if you would like to know more, go check them out!!!

Also please bear in mind that the things written in this might not be canon!

This fic was corrected by the lovely @im-default

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Niki has the house to herself this weekend, but her plans get cancelled last minute, so one of the Pandel brothers decides to become the back-up plan

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Warning!: Swearing

Enjoy~

“What colour do you-“ “Pink”

Niki was asking Techno the colour he wanted her to paint his nails, but his reply cut her off before she could finish the sentence. She stared at him, blinking a few times.

“That was… quick” she grabbed the pink nail polish, “Ouu~ What if we do pink and black?” she excitedly showed him the two glass bottles next to each other, “Sure” he softly smiled at how happy the girl was.

Niki had the house all to herself this weekend, Eret had left for an update course regarding his job and Tubbo was sleeping over at the Pandel household, leaving her alone.

She had tried to invite someone over, but everyone she asked already had plans, making Niki quite sad.

What made her extremely sad was when Minx agreed to a girls' sleepover but had to cancel it last minute. Techno was with her when she received the text and the poor girl felt avoided.

”I know they don't mean it Techno” she sobbed, holding the tears in, ”But it looks like everyone is avoiding me” dropping the phone on the sofa, she held her head between her hands, her body shaking with each sob.

”There there…” he caressed her back. Techno wasn't one to comfort people, he was usually the one to make them cry, so being on the comforter side wasn't familiar to him.

But be understood the situation Niki was in; Wilbur and the musical friend group weren't available, she had asked classmates only to be rejected with a ”We have an exam to study for, we aren't all like you who gets good votes because we are pretty and sweet talk the professors” which was first of all very rude, and second of all, not true. Techno knew how much Niki studied, they sometimes even studied together. And for a third, she invited Minx, she agreed and then sent her a text saying she couldn't make it, even Techno would feel avoided at this point.

”I know it's not like that but-!” she started crying, Techno could only feel bad for his friend.

But then, a thought arrived.

”What if you still have the sleepover, but instead of being girls only, it's for girls and pigs?” she looked up at him in disbelief, a tear rolled down her face, ”Y-you would do it?” he shrugged, ”It's not like I had anything better to do at home anyway” she smiled and hugged him, catching him off guard, ”Thank you Technoblade” he smiled and hugged the girl back.

So that's how they got in this situation, listening to One Direction songs while Niki painted Techno’s nails, of course all topped by a glitter face mask and some good old gossip.

”Wait wait wait- so you're telling me she stole her friend's money only to gift it back to her, look nice, and hit on her boyfriend?!” Niki stifled a giggle as Techno repeated what she had just told him, ”Yep, Janet had a crush on Adam for a while now, and even if he is taken, with her best friend, she is still trying to hit on him” Techno adjusted the border of his face mask, ”What a bitch” Niki burst out laughing, she had never seen Techno gossip, and the funniest thing was that he knew a lot about his classmates, he just kept quiet about it since he had no one to gossip to.

”If I remember correctly, she also tried to hit on Will” he gave Niki his other hand, shaking the one with fresh polish on around to dry it faster, ”Let's be honest Techno, who hasn’t tried to hit on Will? Every girl in the school has fallen for his charm” they giggled at the fact that yes, that was true, but even if that was a thing, Wilbur was still single.

”Well not all of the girls, you didn't hit on Wilbur” Niki rolled her eyes, ”That’s… correct, but I did fall for his charms, just not in that way, I am his friend after all” Techno nodded, mumbling ”true true” to himself.

”And done! Oh my God Techno you look so good!” Niki closed the nail polishes and admired her work, ” You did an incredible job Niki, oh! oh! Can I paint yours?” Techno asked excitedly, already looking at the drawer with the polishes, ”If I did pink and black you have to get pink and white” she giggled at the sight of Techno in Eret’s borrowed t-shirt, it was too large for him and it made him look like a blob, ”Are you suggesting we get matching nail polish?” she fake-gasped, ”Heck yeah I am” he smiled as he sat back down next to her with the small glass bottles, his nails weren't even fully dry yet here he was, painting Niki’s nails.

After the nails dried out and they took off the face masks, Techno proposed a “Midnight snack” aka strawberry vanilla and chocolate ice cream (of course eaten directly from the box with a big spoon) while bingeing various Netflix series.

After a couple of hours, Niki looked at the boy lying next to her and noticed how soft his pink hair looked, so she reached out to touch it and gasped, slightly scaring Techno, “Oh my god your hair is so soft for being dyed! How do you do it?!” He smirked, “Conditioner and hair mask?” He replied like it was the most normal thing in the world, she gasped again, “You use a hair mask?” She looked at him in shock, his smirk got wider “Once a week”

They ended up talking about their hair care routine and what brands they used for dyed hairs shampoos, while the tv was just background noise, Niki started to gently make small braids in Techno’s hair, “I can’t believe I never noticed how soft and bright your hairs are! I need to try out your brand” Techno’s hair wasn’t that long, but long enough to make multiple braids, decorating his silk smooth hair.

“If you want to try out various brands, do not try the purple-bottle one, it slightly darkens the colour of your hair, especially if it’s a bright colour” Niki nodded making a mental note.

“I have tried a lot of brands before I found mine, but-” Techno’s phone started ringing, interrupting his sentence, Niki kept braiding his hair peacefully.

It was a video call from Phil, Techno was resting his head on a cushion on Niki’s lap so he extended his arms in front of him and answered:

“HELLO TECHNOBLADE, Hi Technomate~” The greet of his two brothers came in at once, the two distinct voices overlapped.

“Helloo~” He greeted back, Phil was sitting at the kitchen counter while Tommy was standing behind him.

“Where are you Techno? You didn’t tell us you were spending the night out” He apologised by moving the phone so Niki was in the shot behind him, “I’m staying at Niki’s tonight, I’m sorry I forgot to text you” Phil nodded and reassured him it was fine, meanwhile, Tommy noticed Niki who kept braiding Techno’s hair.

“Oh my- BWAHAHA!!!” he burst out laughing, “What are you laughing at Tommy?” Everyone got a bit confused, “Look at Techno’s hair!” to that, Phil awed, thinking it was very cute, Tommy laughed once more while Techno blushed.

“Y-your just jealous I look better than you!” He did something he rarely did, stutter in embarrassment, but Tommy got angry at the roast and didn’t realize it.

To get back at him he asked one of his cringy questions:

“Hey, Technoblade! Wh-what are you doing at a girl’s house all alone?!” Techno grinned and brought his phone closer to his mouth so he could whisper the reply, “Girls and pigs night out, bitch”

That phrase went into Wilbur’s quote book.

#fd! au #fd au #fanfiction #my fanfiction #my writing #writing #mcyt #technoblade #nihachu #tommyinnit #ph1lza #wilbur soot #tubbolive #tubbo

[vivaciouslady]

thank you to my dear @marilyn-monroes-jeans for tagging me in this ❤️

MUSIC

• favorite genre: this is so difficult because i listen a a lot of different things but probably 1930s-1950s standards, golden age musicals, or just whatever taylor swift is currently doing

• favorite artist(s): julie andrews, john denver, taylor swift, ginger rogers, soccer mommy, one direction (i yearn for the good old days), tchaikovsky, debussy

• favorite song: once again i have a TON but my favorite songs of all time is probably Farewell Andromeda by John Denver (the live version from An Evening With John Denver) and You’ll Be Reminded of Me (from Vivacious Lady) by Ginger Rogers

• most listened to song recently: either August by Taylor Swift or Old Cape Cod by Patti Page (both have the best end of summer in new england energy)

• song stuck in your head currently: the theme from Come September (1961)

• five favorite lyrics (not in any particular order):

- “Welcome to my evening, the closing of the day. You know I can try a million times never find a better way to tell you that I love you and all the songs I play are to thank you for allowing me inside your lovely day” Farewell Andromeda by John Denver

- “my house of stone, your ivy grows, and now i’m covered in you” Ivy by Taylor Swift

- “and when your heart is broken in two you’ll be reminded of me and i’ll be laughing… you’ll be reminded of me” You’ll Be Reminded of Me by Ginger Rogers

- “It's a bite of the apple, the touch of your lips. I'm stuck in the bathroom and sick over it” Scorpio Rising by Soccer Mommy

- “Birds love and bees love and whispering trees love, and that's what we both should do” He Loves and She Loves from Funny Face (1957), the original and the Julie Andrews Cover

radio or your own playlist | solo artists or bands | pop or indie | loud or silent volume I slow or fast songs | music video or lyrics video | speakers or headset | riding a bus in silence or while listening to music | driving in silence or with radio on

BOOKS

• favorite genre: classics and fantasy

• favorite book: Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen or Ella Enchanted by Gail Carson Levine

• favorite author: Jane Austen

• favorite book series: Nancy Drew (but if you want an answer that’s more of an actual contained series i’d have to say Throne of Glass by Sara J. Maas)

• comfort book: The Complete Brambly Hedge by Jill Barklem

• the perfect book to read on a rainy day: We We’re Liars by E. Lockhart, Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen, or Ella Enchanted by Gail Carson Levine

• favorite book characters: Anne Shirley, Elizabeth Bennet, Fitzwilliam Darcy, and Nancy Drew

• five quotes from your favorite book(s) that you know by heart:

- “That fool of a fairy Lucinda did not intend to lay a curse on me. She meant to bestow a gift. When I cried inconsolably through my first hour of life, my tears were her inspiration. Shaking her head sympathetically at Mother, the fairy touched my nose. ‘My gift is obedience. Ella will always be obedient. Now stop crying, child.’ I stopped.” Ella Enchanted

- “In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.” Pride and Prejudice

- “You are too generous to trifle with me. If your feelings are still what they were last April, tell me so at once. My affections and wishes are unchanged; but one word from you will silence me on this subject for ever.” Pride and Prejudice

- “He loved me. He'd loved me as long as he he'd known me! I hadn't loved him as long perhaps, but now I loved him equally well, or better. I loved his laugh, his handwriting, his steady gaze, his honorableness, his freckles, his appreciation of my jokes, his hands, his determination that I should know the worst of him. And, most of all, shameful though it might be, I loved his love for me.” Ella Enchanted

- “There are few people whom I really love, and still fewer of whom I think well. The more I see of the world, the more am I dissatisfied with it; and every day confirms my belief of the inconsistency of all human characters, and of the little dependence that can be placed on the appearance of merit or sense.” Pride and Prejudice

hardcover or paperback | buy or rent | standalone novels or book series | ebook or physical copy | reading at night or during the day | reading at home or in the nature | listening to music while reading or reading in silence | reading in order or reading the ending first | reliable or unreliable narrator | realism or fantasy | one or multiple POVS | judging by the covers or by the summary | rereading or reading just once

TV & MOVIES

• favorite genre: for films it has to be rom-coms or just anything old hollywood in general (i know that’s not a genre) and for TV i like dramas and comedies

• favorite movie(s): Vivacious Lady (1938), The Sound of Music (1964), Stage Door (1937), and The Dream Lady (1918)

• comfort movie(s): (I have so many i’m sorry this isn’t even all of them) Angus, Thongs, and Perfect Snogging (2008), Ever After (1998), BBC’s Pride and Prejudice (1995, yes I know this is a miniseries), Funny Face (1957), Summer Magic (1963), The Parent Trap (1961), The Philadelphia Story (1940), Curly Top (1935), The Princess Diaries 2: Royal Engagement (2004), Come September (1961), Mr. Blandings Builds His Dream House (1948), Cinderella (1997), Sense and Sensibility (1995), The Last Jedi (2017), and all my favs

• movies you watch every year: White Christmas (1954), Auntie Mame (1958), Seven Brides for Seven Brothers (1954), Legally Blonde (2001), and literally all of my comfort movies (if i’m being honest all of these are comfort movies as well i’m a mess)

• favorite tv shows: Derry Girls, Downton Abbey, New Girl, The Julie Andrews Hour, Gilmore Girls, Gossip Girl (original), The X-Files, Criminal Minds, Sex Education, M*A*S*H, and The Haunting of Bly Manor

• most rewatched tv show: I think Derry Girls and Gossip Girl are probably tied for this one

• ultimate otp: oh my god obviously jamie and dani 🥺 (but also mary/matthew and mulder/scully my loves) EDIT: HOW DID I FORGET JEAN MAITLAND AND TERRY RANDALL OH MY GOD I WAS ONLY THINKING ABOUR TV BUT THEY ARE MY OTP

• five favorite characters:

from tv shows - Mary Crawley, Dana Scully, Fox Mulder, James Maguire, Orla McCool

from movies - Francey Brent/Morgan, Danielle De Barbarac, Maria von Trapp, Mame Dennis, Mia Thermopolis

bonus: Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Darcy from the 1995 adaptation because it’s technically not a movie or tv show it’s a miniseries

tv shows or movies | short seasons (8-13 episodes) or full seasons (22 episodes or more) | one episode a week or binging | one season or multiple seasons | one part or saga | half hour or one hour long episodes | subtitles on or off | rewatching or watching just once | downloads or watches online

oh wow okay that was so long!! i’m (no pressure) tagging: @retrodame @johnsonshildy @norashelley @chantalstacys @glamourofyesteryear @lickingyellowpaint <3 (sorry if you have already done this tag)

#i’d prefer long seasons if they didn’t have so much filler #rewatching/watching once depends on how much i liked the film/series lol #this was so fun #tag game #tagged

[killerqueenlux]

Thanks to my dear @nico-cab for tagging me 🤍🤍 sorry it took me ages to do

MUSIC

fav genre? I couldn't choose just one, I listen a lot pop-rock, pop-punk, rock and folk-rock

fav artist? Well favorite bands are The Killers, 1D, The Lumineers and Mumford & Sons. Solo artists, I obviously love Louis Tomlinson, Harry Styles and Regina Spektor

fav song? Hear me out hahha I have a fav song of all times (Carry on my wayward son by Kansas), fav song of the moment (Hey Angel by 1D) and fav song in spanish ( Contigo by Joaquín Sabina)

most listened song recently? according to Spotify, Little black dress by 1D

song currently stuck in your head? AHHAHAHAHHAHAHA Lovebug by Jonas brothers

5 fav lyrics? uuufff this will be a bit long

"The good old days, the honest man, the restless heart, the Promised Land, a subtle kiss that no one sees. A broken wrist and a big trapeze. Oh well, I don't mind if you don't mind 'Cause I don't shine if you don't shine. Before you go... Can you read my mind?" — Read my mind by The killers

"For evey question "why" you were my "because " — Walls by LT

"We don't know where we're going but we know where we belong" — Sweet Creature by HS

"Hold on to me as we go, as we roll down this unfamiliar road, and although this wave is stringing us along, just know you're not alone... 'Cause I'm going to make this place your home" — Home by Phillip Phillips

"You're my Waterloo, I'll be your Stanley Park, well I'm so glad we know just what to do, and one's left, stumbling around, fumbling around in the dark" — You're my waterloo by the libertines

Radio or your own playlist | solo artists or bands | pop or indie | loud or silent volume I slow or fast songs | music video or lyrics video | speakers or headset | riding a bus in silence or while listening to music | driving in silence or with radio on

BOOKS

fav book genre? magical realism, fantasy and maybe poetry, does fanfiction count?? Hahaha and obviously I prefer queer literature

fav writer? Gabriel García Márquez, Juan José Arreola and Gabriela Mistral the three of them are Latin American writers, in English I love E.E Cummings, Neil Gaiman and my king Tolkien

fav book series? Lord of the Rings and Percy Jackson 🤍🤍🤍🤍

comfort book? The Hobbit (and my comfort fic is unbelievers haha I think I read it more often than the Hobbit)

perfect book to read on a rainy day? any Larry fics or The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes, quite entertaining for an afternoon

fav characters? ANNABETH CHASE AND LUKE CASTELLAN from Percy Jackson and the olympians (obviously i love percy but they are my babies) I'm also going to add Harry from Unbelievers because I had never identified as much with someone as I do with him

5 quotes from your fav books that you know by heart?

This one is in Spanish so I'll do my best to translate. "El hecho de que alguien no te ame como tú quieras, no significa que no te ame con todo su ser"/ The fact that someone doesn't love you the way you want, doesn't mean that they don't love you with all their heart" —El amor en los tiempos del cólera, Gabriel García Márquez

"Evean the smallest person can change the course of the future" — The lord of the rings, J.R.R Tolkien

"There are no safe paths in this part of the world. Remember you are over the Edge of the Wild now, and all sorts of fun wherever you go" — The Hobbit, J.R.R Tolkien

"I am here because when all else fails, when all the other mighty gods have gone off to war, I am all that's left. Home. Heart. I am the Last Olympian" — Percy Jackson and the Last Olympian, Rick Riordan

"Time is fluid here, said the Demon" —Fragile things, Neil Gaiman

hardcover or paperback | buy or rent | standalone novels or book series | ebook or physical copy | reading at night or during the day | reading at home or in nature | listening to music while reading or reading in silence | reading in order or reading the ending first | reliable or unreliable narrator | realism or fantasy | one or multiple POVS | judging by the covers or by the summary | rereading or reading just once

TV AND MOVIES

fav tv/movie genre? Fiction, fantasy romance and true crime

fav movie? HAHAHAHAHHA just loveeeee Titanic so much, Fight Club, Inglourious Basterds, Across the Universe, Stardust and The imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus

comfort movie? Spiderman into the spider verse, Love Actually and any of the lord of the rings or harry potter movies

movie you watch every year? I always watch Lord of the Rings: The return of the King on Christmas and Titanic on New Years and of course V for Vendetta on November 5

fav tv show? Doctor Who, Sense 8, Pushing Daisies, Supernatural and bbc Merlín

comfort tv show? The Good Place and Teen Wolf

most rewatched tv show? Oh boy, my guilty pleasure is Grey's Anatomy I have rewatched all the seasons thousands of times

ultimate otp? Merlin/Arthur and Aragorn/Legolas

5 fav characters? Rose Tyler (Doctor Who), Jack Dawson (Titanic) and Samwise Gamgee (Lord of the rings)

tv shows or movies | short seasons (8-13 episodes) or full seasons (22 episodes or more) | one episode a week or binging | one season or multiple seasons | one part or saga | half hour or one hour long episodes | subtitles on or off | rewatching or watching just once | downloads or watches online

i'd like to tag @chispitalovesruby @moonelust @touchoflouis @holyshit @ialwaysknewyouwerepunk @celestial0ne @booksmusicandsodapancakes

#mutuals #i love my mutuals #I had a great time doing this #movies #books #music #personal