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Modern!peaky blinders With reader who play animal crossing. Will they play the game with the reader, or would they just watch. Who will their islands look like

Hehehehe i love this <3 <3 <3 i love animal crossing so so much and B doesn't understand it at all

Tommy

🌿 Are you kidding, he's far too busy with all his caniving underground blackmarket business to sit around playing a video game designed for children...

🌿 That being said however, he loves that you have something that keeps you calm and happy, something that distracts you from all your worrying.

🌿 He doesn't ever admit it but he likes to watch you playing it because you're always so at peace and you have an adorable little smile on your face when you do. So he calls you into his study when he knows you're playing it and sneaks peaks at you whilst he works.

🌿 God he finds their stupid little animal voices incessant and annoying. Will not let you play it with the volume up.

🌿You tried to get him to play it just once but he wasn't having any of it so instead you made him a character to live on your island with you.

🌿It looks like this, you're very proud of it (for reals I'm very proud of it)

🌿When you show it to him you're smiling and giddy excited about it but he's so baffled. Still he thinks it's sweet you did it, even if he can't understand why you did...

🌿 "love it looks nothing like me..." "What how can you say that it looks exactly like you!" "Y/N why in gods name am I blushing..." you shrugging your shoulders, "cause its cute, you're cute..."

🌿He admires how machiavelian you are when it comes to perfecting the aesthetic of your island and finds your plots to get rid of villagers you don't like very amusing.

🌿He really has a soft spot for brewster.

Alfie

🐻 Whatever makes you happy he supposes. He doesnt understand these video games you "youngens" are into.

🐻 But honestly he would do anything to make you happy which includes making a character on your island and helping you make the big decisions about where things should go and who is allowed to move in.

🐻 You refuse to make any big decisions without consulting him and he thinks its adorable how serious you are about it.

🐻 When you remodel his charachter to look like this he can only laugh at you. "As if I'd ever wear somet that ugly y/n... And why habe you made me look so bloody grumpy and scruffy eh? Are you tryna tell me somet zieskiet?"

🐻 Alfie doesn't trust Tom Nook at all amd you really have to argue with him about paying off your loans to expand your house because Alfie doesn't think you should have to give a single bell to that "parasite"

🐻 Doesnt understand why youd play a game in which you have to pay off a big loan.

🐻He likes it when you come and sit in his lap whilst playing it. Quite often when he's had a particularly stressful day he'll secretly be hoping you've been busy on your island and want to give him the tour of all the things you've been building.

🐻 Gets jealous of your favourite islander "you're never that exited to see me..."

🐻 When you ask him who his favourite islander is he always says you because he likes how you blush and have to pretend to be wound up saying "no I don't count!" to hide how much you like hearing him say that.

🐻 His other answer, if you push him is Blathers and he really likes when you show him around the museum. Makes some joke about how you "obviously have a thing for old fossils"

Arthur

🍂 The only video games Arthur has ever played are games like Fifa and GTA, "mans games" so when you show him animal crossing he's so confused. He doesn't get it at all. "And you get your own island and theres these cute animals to make pals with and you can go fishing and bug catching and swimming and..."

"Right right I can see all that my darlin... But... Whats the point?"

"The point?" you frown, "the point is that its fun... And its relaxing too you should try it some time..."

🍂 You're joking but you would actually really like him to try it because he's always so stressed out and you're sure it would do him good. And you'll pay off all your loans much quicker if theres two of you playing...

🍂 But Arthur will not be seen dead playing a game thats for "girls and kids" he's worried if people find out it'll make him look weak.

🍂 But, he does like to watch you play it, he likes to sit on the sofa in front of the telly, him leaning back against your chest, your legs wrapped around his body so that he can lean back and relax whilst you play.

🍂 He really likes Redd and he doesn't like the fact that Redd isn't always there. He always reminds you to go and check for "that dodgy little boat"

🍂 He fucking hates Isabelle, he thinks she's incredibly annoying and he especially doesn't like it when she reads you negative reviews of your island or suggests improvments. "What the bloody hell would she know about style with her stupid fuckin topknot and her fucking..." "Arthur!" you gasp clamping your hand over his mouth, "be nice!"

🍂 Sometimes you log in and someones been teraforming your island or upsetting one of your neighbours, you know it must be arthur but you never confront him. You always look forward to seeing what he's gotten up to.

🍂 One day you make him a character and leave it there for him, someone starts leaving you little gifts burried in holes. At least you think he's leaving them on purpose? You're not entirely sure he knows how to play the game.

John

🌼 John is kind of a big kid and he definitely has his own switch, but he usually plays more "exciting games" or at least ones that are competitive. He likes thrashing you on mario kart and smash bros etc.

🌼 And for ages he teases you for playing a game thats so "lame" and for "little girls" however... He's competitive isn't he...

🌼 When he sees your island he has to outdo you, so he gets it in secret and works away at it quietly for months! Suddenly he isn't so bothered about racing you and pushing you off rainbow road. Suddenly he's preocupied with something else and you're a little suspicious...

🌼 Then finally he crumbles and caves asking you for your friendcode because he NEEDS oranges. They're the only fruit he doesn't have and he NEEDS to have all of them to perfect his island.

🌼 But he swears you to secrecy, wrestles you to the floor because you won't stop teasing him "I thought you said it was a game for little girls!"

🌼 Pins you down on the carpet and makes you swear on your favourite islander that you won't tell a soul because he knows that if word got out among his brothers... Or worse rival gangs, his credibility as a dangerous criminal would be ruined.

🌼 When you see his little character you squeal cause he's SO cute! He gets embarrassed and "grumpy" telling you to shut up and swearing you to secrecy all over again.

🌼 His island is actually very impressive, its surprisingly very aesthetically pleasing. He's made an outdoor movie theatre on the cliff and also built his own little version of the Garrison into the side of the cliff. Its really quite adorable.

🌼 From then on you're always competing to build the best places on your island. Then one day he shows you a waterfall he's made thats in the shape of a heart and theres a little sign next to it with y/n on it, he's he's named it after you.

🌼 After awhile he stops being so uptight about it and he doesnt really care who knows, if his brothers take the piss out of him he shrugs his shoulders and will play fight them to prove hes still "man" enough

Bonnie

☘️Modern au Bonnie gives me slight adhd vibes, this boys mind is always racing with several thoughts at once and he can't do sit still...

☘️ When he first sees you playing it he kine of assumes he'll get bored with it super quickly, he's not opposed to it and when you say he can make a character on your island he just shrugs and plays along

☘️ But then he doesn't touch it for ages... To be honest its not exactly "most famous boxer in the world" vibes adjacent

☘️Then suddenly this all changes and he gets sucked into a terraforming hole, like the boy has a vision and will not move from that console until he's seen it through. Not even to pee. You have to remind him to eat! You'll be talking to him and its like he can't even hear you...

☘️ Oh, this is the character you co-made together for him (as in he made himself so boring you had to login later and add a touch of cute)

☘️He thinks Tom Nook is a capitalist villain. Tries to convince you not to pay your loans and not to buy into the whole Nook con.

☘️He thinks its sad the way Tom Nook takes a perfect, natural, island and ruins it for profit. He teases you and tells you that you're an ecoterrorist.

☘️ One day he sees you on a deserted island chopping down all the trees and hes HORRIFIED. "I can't believe my girlfriends such an evil capitalist! MARX DIDNT DIE FOR THIS Y/N!" "what would chomsky think of this?!"

☘️ Remember this article?

Bonnie wrote it.

☘️ You will never get a 5 star island because he's always planting new trees, he wants the whole island to be a big forest and he just won't listen to reason.

☘️ "No you can't chop that one down he's my favourite!" "Theyre literally all the same!" "Yeah and?!" "Bon people are getting lost! In the woods!!!" "They should be grateful!!"

☘️ His favourite animals are the jocks, naturally.

Isaiah

🐀He claims to hate it, especially in front of the other lads, he'll take the piss out of you for wasting your time with a childrens game BUT

🐀"Where are the guns this is shit..."

🐀He has a character on your island that you made for him and he does occasionally play it...

🐀You gave him little devil horns because he's an absolute menace!!

🐀If he isn't backseat driving when he's watching you play, always beung knitpicky about your aesthetics and telling you what to do...

🐀He is logging in and leaving pitfall seeds everywhere or terrorising your neighbours!!!

🐀Actually this game brings out his evil side, he will hit anyone and everyone with the net and he loves shoving them around too. The island bully tbh. You're constantly sending the animals apology gifts because he's upset them again.

🐀You squabble over your islands aesthetic like little children!

🐀 "saiah what the hell have you done to the allotment!" "Oh is that what that was supposed to be it looked like the bloody bins behind Tesco!" "Oh right cause you could do so much better!" "Yeah... If I was the sort of person who liked to waste their time on a childrens video game!"

🐀He's a little bitch about who can live on the island and if someone moves in who he doesn't like he targets them immediately!

🐀He's utter garbage at terraforming and he's always leaving the island a mess that you have to clean up... Which leads to more squabbling.

🐀Gets stung by a wasps nest once and falls out with the game, refuses to play it for a whole week because "its fucking stupid!" "You should be able to set fire to the fucking wasps!"

Michael

☘️He had wild world when he was a little boy and now he has ptsd from resetti...

☘️ And although now he's far too worried about what his cousins would think if he got new horizons, he does really like watching you play it... In fact thats why he bought it for you in the first place...

☘️Its nice, it lets his inner child (he was forced to leave his youth behind too soon) get a little joy and whenever an islander moves in that he remembers from when he was a kid he gets so nostalgic.

☘️ He'll tell you who his favourites were when he was young and he'll tell you who he hated and who he thinks you should avoid.

☘️But because of his nostalgia he's not a fan of the new stuff thats come with the updates... He misses pelly and phylis and the tortoise mayor...

☘️ One day he tells you Tom Nook is trying to make his own Jonestown and you can never look at the game in the same way ever again...

☘️ He remembers all the old tricks and he's always jumping to remind you to bury your daily money tree and to make sure you shake every tree and hit every rock.

☘️He won't buy it himself so he doesn't have his own island but you let him play on yours and you make him a little character to try and coax him into playing.

☘️You'll have chill mornings when he doesn't have peaky business to do where you get to sit between his legs, napping against his chest whilst he plays animal crossing with his arms wrapped snug around you.

#peaky blinders imagines #animal crossing #bonnie gold x reader #tommy shelby x reader #arthur shelby x reader #john shelby x reader #peaky blinders headcanon #peaky blinders imagine #alfie solomons x reader #isaiah jesus x reader

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3am-starry-night-sky · 11 months

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Your mental gymnastics of a theory SUCKS

The narrative puts Kaeya as the direct descendant of the founder of the Abyss Order, he has to know about the connection either way, either as a warning or experienced it himself while he lived underground.

Hoyo wouldn't make an entire mission with that info only to be like "Haha! Actually Kaeya is the 20th cousin once removed of the founder of the Abyss so he has nothing to do with it even though he is conflicted between two sides." And I'm sure that what remained of Khaenri'ah converted to the Abyss Order.

I am pretty sure that he wasn't ment to be a spy in a traditional sense, I think this is the only aspect he is left in the dark with because you'd expect a spy report regulary to the ones he is spying for.

But the history of the Clan, the Abyss Order, ect. I am pretty sure he knows as much as he should habe been taught.

If he was truly ignorant he'd be in shock, denial or correct it or he would have come of the thought himself and still be im denial. Instead as Dain notes it is odd that Kaeya accepts it and claims some bullshit about answering some questions about his past.

The game had enough chances to have him fight the Abyss Order but instead he thinks about how hilichurls don't have the mental capacity and instead of fighting the mage or going to a fighting position, Diluc does it for him. Later during an attack he sneaks inside and got intel from them by "fraternizing", he is way too focused on treasure hoarders and never once on hilichurls and the abyss order, yet the game tells us he speaks hilichurlian.

Not to mention the change from Heart of the Abyss to Glacisl Heart

Well anyways I'm pretty sure the narrative regarding him will be in my favor rather than yours

I thought about whether or not to respond to this.

And that's not because I don't agree or am against your theory. It's a nice theory and to some extent, I agree with you. Kaeya probably knows more than he lets on, and to some extent faked his mild unawareness. As he said he has had his doubts, so it's not so much news to him. I tried to develop and look at the interaction in a new way.

It's okay and even usual that you don't agree with it or find that it goes against some of your theories and evidence.

But you know you can be more respective about it. And that's the part that ticked me off a bit.

When posting, I genuinely thought you were interested in a discussion. When answering your thoughts, I agree, I did go off the track a bit from your ideas and thus formed new theories. There's no telling whether it's correct or anything and I never presented it as THE theory, but as A theory among many, as some interesting thoughts I had.

In the end, Hoyo has not confirmed either of our theories. And the thing about theories is that they're about connecting existing facts/info and either making direct connections or abstracting a wider connection and forming a theory out of it. So in a way forming different theories and finding different connections is a way of mapping out possible outcomes and/or solutions. And especially in regards to theorizing about fictional narratives, it's partly about having fun too.

So am I a bit delusional.... probably? But am I having fun forming different theories, yes!

PS! I hope we can stay civil about this. I am raising a toast to your theory and I will celebrate if your theory turns out to be true. I just don't get why you had to be so salty about it.

Anyways have a good day! And don't let me change your mind, keep making theories. Your message was a good prompt for my ideas and thanks for knocking some reality into me. :)

#genshin #kaeya #abyss order

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mirrorthoughts · 1 year

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Got tagged by the lovely @meggie-stardust and finally got around to it xD thanks! ❤

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Favorite food: asian fried noodles with veggies and/or chicken o-o (or meat-balls/-patties with potato salad my mom taught me to make)

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Dream trip: Japan

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Currently reading: Howl's Moving Castle and Ashlesha (by the lovely @deadcatwithaflamethrower - If you haven't read that book, go read it now. I'm serious, flame's stuff is utter brilliance!)

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Last series: The Sandman (another piece of media that I can very much recommend!)

Last movie: Thor Love and Thunder

Sweet/spicy/savory: savory!

Currently working on: too much 😂 No, actually I'm just getting back from a few days off after Steter Week, but I want to concentrate on my original story "The Carridan Constellations" (for the curious, there are tidbits over at @pencilcoreandgreenleafheart xD) atm. Though I also want to finally edit Fae Heart, so... yeah 😂

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WIP Challenge

The darling @orphicpoieses tagged me here for this game :D So here's my answer! I'm looking forward to questions! 👀👀👀

𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 : post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous they are. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have wips. (you can make your own post or reblog this one!)

I decided to make a new post, since I didn't know how long it would get xD

I also don't have the "classical" folder with singular works in but Scrivener projects that are full of stuff. These titles are from my "Fanfiction"-project!

Titles:

Come Back with me Sorry, not sorry Blue Moon Romance Plot Mental Disorder Beauty and the Beast Living, Learning, Loving

I omitted those kind of "stories" that had a WIP-title but no words other than a prompt/a few bullet points/an idea, because, well, I didn't start them yet, so technically not a WIP 😂

I also omitted the Steter Week WIPs because I have posted everything for those here (AO3) and I haven't done anthing with those stories since posting them 😂

And I omitted a small collection of stuff I wrote as Advent Calender for @luzineko in 2020 because all of that is in German and as far as I remember the stories might be short but mostly finished, so no WIPs there technically either 😂

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My mum and I are going to a planetarium show tonight - a show called „Pink Floyd - Dark Side of the Moon“.

I almost shrieked when my mum found it yesterday bc I immediately had to think of @deadcatwithaflamethrower‘s OaLC-Series (HP, my absolute favourite fanfiction out there. Rly. If you haven’t, go read it right now. If you already have, go read it again! It’s absolutely brilliant!)

Fitting to that I’m actually re-reading the series right now and when I opened my e-reader and read another page I came to this scene from Part II:

(Behind a readmore bc picture and a bit spoilery)

(Sorry, no alt-text rn bc phone/mobile)

So yeah, today‘s day‘s in the theme of Pink Floyd and OaLC I guess 😂… definitely not sad about it ❤️

Pink Floyd is part of my childhood after all (bc my parents also are both fans and we Heard- those records a LOT ❤️) and OaLC is by now just deeply ingrained in my heart.

25 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 21. Juli 2022

Just thinking about Murderbot questions not (yet) answered in the books 😂 (as far as I know - might have overlooked it 😂)

So if there are SecUnits that are all produced with the same cloned material, they should have the same face, right? Are ALL SecUnits (constructs) built with the same cloned DNA (aside from personalized constructs like the ComfortUnits)? Are there different batches of SecUnits that are produced with other cloned DNA? Could you determine through their faces how old a SecUnit is (when you have the data) because of the used DNA?

Muderbot never commented on other SecUnits faces and we do know that all SecUnits have the same body structure (which is kinda logical if they are mass produced) so we don't really know if other SecUnits have the same face as MB or not. Though we also mostly 'see' SecUnits with their armour on, so we don't know if they actually are different or if Murderbot is just used to looking into its own face when seeing other SecUnits. I'm also not sure/I forgot if we actually have 'seen' Three without armour... Does Three actually look different from Murderbot?

And... HOW OLD is Murderbot actually? Do SecUnits/Constructs age at all? They do have manipulated DNA, we know that, but does that mean they don't age like humans? What about older/newer constructs? How different are they from Murderbot (speaking in terms of abilities/functions/etc.)?

I'd guess older SecUnits are upgraded during their stay between contracts if there are new functions integrated in newer models? Or maybe older models just get sent to lower grade contracts and the newer (more expensive?) models get the high grade contracts?

I mean, there are a few hints to some answers to these questions - for example that Murderbot is at least 4 years old bc. the 'killed dozens of people'-incident is more than 30k hours past which at least in human earth terms would be around 3,5 years - plus the months from ASR to NE.

Murderbot also says in ASR that its battery would keep it alive for "hundreds of thousands of hours" so if we invert that and say 'less than a million hours' thats still a max of about 114 years??

And, as I said, I'm not sure if we have a description of Three's appearance in NE (I'm re-reading it right now and we haven't yet met Three and my memory is shit with descriptions and stuff I've only read once 😂) though it probably would be easier if Three and Murderbot DON'T look too much alike. On the other side it would be hilarious if people always mistake them for the other - especially since Three seems to have a personality that's a lot more emotionally stable than Murderbot! (Though that might be of MB's trauma - who knows?)

So yeah, questions, questions, questions 😂😂😂 (and of course that's got nothing to do with Hello World, the fic that started as a Teen Wolf-Murderbot-AU and that my head decided to evolve into a full blown crossover AND I'M NOT EVEN AT THE FUN PARTS YET! ...)

29 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 17. September 2022

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ALL OF YOU are at fault for making me read the Murderbot Diaries!

And yes, I bought book one about 5 hours ago and now have all six of them and am halfway through book 2! D:

Shame on you people I follow! 😂😂

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Ooooh, I missed the last Haisha-san, Atattemasu! update when it came out and only just now remembered to read it and MAN, finally we’re going places! Like, I’ve been enjoying the goofiness and dumb misunderstandings but I also felt like the plot was moving forward a bit too slowly recently. But with the last few updates, it’s definitely picked up the pace again and I’m seeing some sort of climax happening soon! (For real, this time. I’ve had this feeling a few times before when all they ended up doing was introducing another over-the-top-unlikely-yet-absolutely-hilarious-yet-derailing set of circumstances. But there was something very earnest in the last chapter’s “atmosphere”, especially the very end, which makes me think it’ll finally happen.)

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Hello! Not sure if anyone's answered this yet, but the first brown layer of paint is to "tone" the canvas. It's got a few uses: it removes the white of the canvas, making it less intimidating, but also making the colors look "truer." Too much white can wash out some of the colors or even change how dark/light we think a certain color is. The brown wash works like a midtone, keeping darks dark and lights light. It CAN also unify the colors sort of like an overlay layer in digital art.

(In reference to this post.) Hey there, thank you so much for explaining this! My sister and I were musing about this issue yesterday because while both of us are generally pretty competent when it comes to art, she has different media she focuses on (mostly watercolours and digital) and for me it's been twelve years since I last studied art extensively so neither of us had a clue.

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I can’t believe I just received this email you guys are all absolutely insane

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It’s always so strange to read a fic that is considered “a classic” in any given fandom only to find out that you really don’t like it at all. In my current case, this is due to a mixture of its two most important themes being things I actively dislike and avoid in stories of all kinds (obviously not the author’s fault in any way) and a good handful of very upsetting and triggering happenstances being insufficiently tagged, or even not tagged at all (very much the author’s fault). I’ve found that a lot of the time at least in the fandoms I read in, the reason for a fic’s being considered “a classic” mostly boils down to “it’s long (usually at least 100k) and well written” (and sometimes an additional “it was the first big work using this trope/relationship/narrative style/etc.”). But also, 90% of the time these fics are also just so sad. It goes along with the age-old feeling of “this is a tragic story which automatically elevates it”, I guess, but most of the time, they’re just downright sad and make me want to put on a cosy jumper and read something happy and fun. I don’t have a point here, I don’t think, and while there are plenty of “legendary” stories I enjoy very much and would absolutely put into the “classic” category myself, this is definitely a thing I’ve noticed and which I’ve been periodically pondering.

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Meine #1 des Jahres 2022

My participation in fandom usually only extends to admiring art, reading fics, and commenting on either, so I was very excited to receive my first ever zine today! It arrived here in Germany safe and sound in the midst of rain, snow, and the worst windstorm I’ve experienced in years, and in excellent condition. I especially like the little enamel pin! Thanks so much to the awesome folks over at @daisugazine for creating such a high quality, well thought-out booklet, as well as all the wonderfully talented creators who participated in whatever capacity!

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letarasstuff · 3 years

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Misunderstanding or wrong language?

(A/N): This fic is based on this late night thought I had. I really had fun writing it and I hope you enjoy reading it :) Any necessary translations that aren’t explained over the course of the fic are put down at the end.

Summary: Out of all sudden Spencer’s daughter is able to speak a different language. Where does she know it from?

Wordcount: 1.1k

✨Masterlist✨ ______________________________

Spencer is set on a calm morning with his daughter. He wakes her up and prepares her breakfast, a bowl of cereals, like any other morning he is at home. As the father pours the milk, (Y/N) sits down at the kitchen table.

“Here you go Sweetheart. Bon appetit”, he says in a terrible faked French accent and puts the bowl and a spoon in front of her. “Danke, Daddy.” Without even sparring him a look (Y/N) dugs right into her breakfast.

Spencer freezes for a moment. Did he misheard it or did she mispronounce the word? “What did you say, Sweetie?” He takes a seat next to his daughter and watches her curiously. “I said ‘thanks’”, she answers with her mouth full. “Baby, we don’t talk while we eat. You can after you swallowed, alright?”

The little girl nods and continues to devour her meal.

Later that morning both of them stand in front of the little one’s classroom. Spencer crouches down in front of her. “Ok Sweetheart. Have fun and be nice to your teacher and the other students. I love you.” Then he hugs her. “Have fun at work. Ich habe dich auch lieb”, she whispers into his ear.

Before the father is able to ask her about it, (Y/N) lets go and runs into her classroom. She instantly sits down at the book corner and begins to read. Spencer smiles at that sigh and makes his way out of the building to the metro.

As soon as he gets into the office, he searches for a certain black haired woman. “Emily”, he says breathlessly while entering the kitchen, “How much do you know about European languages?” Confused Prentiss looks up from the coffee machine, at which she stared for several minutes already. Mornings are rough.

“My knowledge is big, but I don’t think it meets yours. Or is the great genius suddenly at a loss?” She teases the young doctor. But this doesn’t bother him. “I have quite an extensive knowledge on that subject, but I can’t speak any except for English. But I know for a fact that you do and I have a suspicion. That’s why I am asking you: When you hear any European language, can you tell which one it is?”

Emily arches an eyebrow. “I guess. I don’t know all languages and I’m not sure if I can point at one, because it’s hard for me to differentiate between the several Scandinavian ones and between the eastern languages. But give me an example and I see what I can do.”

Spencer takes a deep breath and recites what his daughter told him over the course of the morning. “Danke. Ich habe dich lieb.”

The other agent mulls over the words for a few moments before answering: “This is German. It means ‘Thanks. I love you’. Where did you hear that?” “(Y/N) said it to me today. I don’t know where she learned it, but I had to know what it was at first before asking her. Thank you for your help, Emily.”

The rest of his work day consists of filling out one report after another, drinking copious amounts of coffee and wondering about where his daughter learned German phrases. Luckily for him he gets done with today’s workload earlier and Hotch dismisses him sooner than expected. That means he is able to pick (Y/N) up from preschool herself, calling off the babysitter.

“PAPAAAA”, screams his child excitedly as soon as she spots him. Suddenly a small weight collides against his legs. Spencer pets her head, smiling at his daughter.

“Hello Doctor Reid. Are you able to spare a few minutes?” Her teacher asks hesitantly. Confused, he nods and sends (Y/N) off to play for a bit.

“Thank you for your time, I appreciate it. Uhm, I noticed that (Y/N) began speaking in a foreign language, I don’t know which, and I really support you teaching her. But a little heads up would’ve been nice, because I don’t understand what she is saying since she switches between it and English constantly and then (Y/N) gets frustrated by repeating herself to me and the other children. So I advise you to work on the conscious use of one language or another, it’s in your daughter’s and your interest.” Spencer looks dumbfounded at the teacher.

“Uh, I didn’t know (Y/N) is fluent in German since this morning. She suddenly began speaking it and I’m not sure she knows it from. But thank you for pointing the problem out, I’ll take care of it.” After biding their goodbyes, Spencer takes his daughter home.

They play together with legos, then the young doctor reads to her. (Y/N) sits on his lap with her head on his chest. “Ok Sweetie”, Spencer says as he moves her down beside him, ”I’m going to make dinner. Do you want to continue that book on your own or do you want to watch TV for a bit?”

“Can you put on Dora the Explorer? But the one from last night? I really like her new voice”, she asks her father. “Sweetheart what do you mean? Dora doesn’t have a new voice.” Spencer slowly thinks he gets to the reason for her sudden bilinguality.

“Of course she does, Daddy. She sounds like this: ‘Swiper nicht klauen! Swiper nicht klauen! Swiper nicht klauen’!” All at once he understands it. Spencer accidentally put on Dora with the German dubbing and since there are English elements and it’s a kids show, she was able to understand it. All the things shown there are pretty easy to understand.

“Sweetheart, Daddy did there something yesterday and I need you to listen to me closely. The Dora you watched yesterday was a different one from the one you always watch. She spoke another language, this is what you mean by a new voice.” The rest of the evening Reid tries to explain the concept of different languages to his daughter and its meaning.

“Daddy”, she asks him in the end as he puts her to bed, “Can I still learn German? I really like it.” It makes him happy to see her taking a liking in something, even though it’s different from what he likes. He is ready to support anything (Y/N) does or wants to do.

“Of course, if you want to. I’m gonna get you enrolled in a class tomorrow. But now it’s time to sleep for geniuses. Good night, my little genius. I love you.”

“Gute Nacht, Daddy. Ich habe dich auch lieb.” Even though he really doesn’t have much of a clue what she just said, Spencer loves to hear it.

Translation: Swiper nicht klauen → Swiper, don’t steal Gute Nacht → Good night

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coffeeflavoredcookies · 3 years

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Hi lovely!

I may have a strange ask for you. I saw your post about the Buddie fic you’re craving and for me it’s a BIG yes, please! I‘m so happy I‘m not alone with this 🌷

I‘m a big 911 fan and Buck and Eddie are killing me... However, I‘m not in the fandom and haven‘t read any fanfic yet. By now, their thing drives me up the wall and I need some fic to soothe my nerves 😂

So, I thought maybe you have some Buddie recs for a beginner like me in this fandom? I can‘t handle too much angst and I need a happy ending xD And that‘s basically it xD If you don‘t have any recs/no time or don‘t read any fics then feel free to ignore this ask 🥰

Thank you so much already and I hope you habe a great day 🥰

I'm sorry if i took too long to answer this !

I love nothing more than to talk and listen to people talking about what they love so don't hesitate whenever you have buddie (or any other) thoughts just hmu!!!

For the recs (under the cut), I haven't read atoo many fics so far, but here are some of my faves ! (don't worry, I am weak so any angst is usually minimal and happy endings are definitely guaranteed ! But make sure to check the tags and ratings in case some things aren't your cup of tea !)

I hope you have a wonderful day as well and thank you for giving me a reason to make another fic rec list ❤❤❤

and longer by far by farfromthstars | Rated T | 14k words

Buddie are in an established relationship and everyone expects Eddie to propose to Buck even tho Eddie is pretty sure mariage just isn't for him. I really loved this one! It's got all the soft sweet feelings !!!!

Friends Don't Look At Friends That Way by ink_writes16 | Rated T | 2k words

Eddie thinks they're dating and Buck is somehow not aware of that and is still stuck in the pinning stage and it's funny and sweet !

falls like this (slowly, easily, brightly) by jesm | Ratings vary | 55k words

This whole series is amazing! It starts with Eddie falling in love and goes from there and it's such a satisfying slow burn !

Frequent Flyer by ed_to_black | Rated M | 13k words

This one's an AU where only Eddie is a fireifighter and Buck is a civilian with the worst luck ever who somehow finds himself getting saved by the 118. It's as funny as it sounds, and super sweet too !

signs from the universe, and all that by youbetsya | Rated T | 8k words

Basically, two idiots get stuck in an elevator and it makes them think about some things and some getting together happens (among other things).

I, Hildy by red_to_black | Rated M | 10k words

Hildy plays matchmaker for our favorite firefighters ! It's fun and sweet and just overall great !

a leaf falls on loneliness by iimpossible_things | Not Rated | 11k words

Buck deals with the aftermath of the tsunami and the lawsuit and struggles to accept that he's not a burden. It's a very very good fic !

Just Buck - Or, 5 Times Ana Realised Her Boyfriend Had A Boyfriend by ashavahishta | Rated T | 6k words

I think the title explains it better than I could if I tried and It's really good !!!

This Old Man Thought It Weak by CocoBadShip | Rated M | 27k words (multichap)

Basically Eddie getting all the help and love he deserves.

These are still ongoing as of now.

you can tell everybody this is your song by woodchoc_magnum | Ratings Vary | Ongoing

It's a series that follows buddie through different stages of their relationship and offers all of the fluff and great smut too ! It's just really good !

Tethers by red_to_black | Rated E | Ongoing

An AU where Eddie needs a fake boyfriend and the best solution he can think of is to rent one and in comes Buck. I haven't caught up yet but the build up has been amazing so far !!!! It's really good !

What's love got to do with it? by ColorMeParanoid | Rated E | Ongoing

Buck and Eddie are tired of failing at relationships so they decide to "settle" for each other and "platonically" date. It's a sort of backward getting together where they're already together but not really that's just very very good !

I also read some of woodchoc_magnum and ColorMeParanoid's other stories and they're all super good so if you run out, definitely check them out !

#and if you feel like talking about the fics or just buddie in general #or any other thing really #feel free to drop an ask or a dm i'm always happy to chat !#hope you like these #lily answers #dreamdropxxx #buddie #buddie fic recs #fic recs

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meloingly · 3 years

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Drunk In This Love They Have

@carlosreyesweek Day 7: Writer’s Choice

Summary: Owen wakes up with a start. He's not sure what exactly roused him, but he's awake now. He rubs his eyes, taking a moment to stretch out on the bed. The flicker of the clock attracts his vision, and he reads the blue "1:23 AM" with a frown. Why did he wake up after midnight?!

The lights inside turn on, and the door finally closes. Owen takes a few moments sitting in the car alone, in the dark. He supposes he should feel some loneliness, but he doesn’t. All he feels is happiness and giddiness for his son, amusement regarding the entire situation, and hope for the future that TK and Carlos will be sharing together.

Tags: Carlos Reyes, TK Strand, Owen Strand, Established Carlos Reyes/TK Strand, Soft Carlos Reyes/TK Strand, Sweet Carlos Reyes (9-1-1 Lone Star), Drunk Carlos Reyes, Good Parent Owen Strand.

Warnings: Drunk flirting and awkward dad existence.

This is such a crack, dumbass fic but I love it so much. It has just been finished too. I have two settings apparently. Finish a fic a month before the event, or three hours before the end of the event.

This idea came from the "Mi Amor Tarlos" discord server. Major kudos to Kate <3

As usual, @lire-casander is the best human to ever exist. I am, once again, writing this as she goes over the final edit of the fic. She's beauty, she's grace, she's right about the best thing I've gotten out of this fandom <3

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters depicted, they belong to their creators. I'm writing just for the fun

Read on AO3.

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Owen wakes up with a start. He's not sure what exactly roused him, but he's awake now. He rubs his eyes, taking a moment to stretch out on the bed. The flicker of the clock attracts his vision, and he reads the blue "1:23 AM" with a frown. Why did he wake up after midnight?!

He turns to a side, pulling his blanket up around his shoulder and trying to find a position that'll send him back to slumber when his phone pings. He decides to ignore it, the edges of sleep tickling his consciousness when it pings again, and again.

With a sigh, he reaches forward and grabs his phone, the glare of the screen blinding him for a moment until he turns on the bedside table. He looks back at the phone, finding five messages from Carlos.

A chill runs through Owen. For a moment he thinks something happened with TK. But then he remembers that they're both off for the next day, and he knows that TK is asleep in his room down the hall. He relaxes immediately, only to frown again when his phone pings with yet another message. He opens the thread.

Carlos Reyes: HIIIIIII TJ

Carlos Reyes: TL***

Carlos Reyes: TK********

Carlos Reyes: i drank sooo mucj

Carlos Reyes: i am frunk

Carlos Reyes: i lobe yoi sooo muvj

Owen stares at his phone, blinking in confusion. Carlos is… drunk, that much he's sure of. And he loves his son, which he's glad about. But he also seems to think that Owen is actually TK. Which is unfortunate. He's about to reply with a clarification when he gets four new messages in quick succession.

Carlos Reyes: i niss tou too

Carlos Reyes: van i see yiu when I het hone?

Carlos Reyes: i wamma cuffle

Carlos Reyes: cuddle

He can't help the smile that graces his face. Seeing how Carlos still thinks about his son, even in a drunk state, warms a deep corner of his soul. It's the kind of love he's always hoped for his son.

Carlos Reyes: amd kiss tou

Carlos Reyes: ans fuck yoi

And then it's no longer wholesome. He groans, dropping the phone and covering his face, as if that'll somehow erase the image that's been painted in his mind. He moves his phone away, putting it down on the table when it pings again, and again, and again.

He groans out loud again, reaching for the phone as he takes a deep breath. Two more pings come in during the time it takes him to do that. He turns the screen on, bringing the thread back up.

Carlos Reyes: uoire thw best thinj to eber hapoen to me

Carlos Reyes: i wanma lobe yoi forevr

Carlos Reyes: ill dhow yoi wiyh endless kissed

Owen glares at the phone, as if it can travel through the phone and reach Carlos. He sees the three dots bubbling about and he makes a decision, bringing up his own keyboard to type a reply.

Owen Strand: Carlos, this is Owen. You're texting the wrong Strand.

The bubbles pause for a moment, and Owen thinks he's going to get an apology text, or maybe even he'll get ignored and that will be tomorrow's problem. But they come back on the screen three seconds later and then he's getting a message.

Carlos Reyes: anf lobing sex

Carlos Reyes: yoi shoufl pivk me up do we cab habe s fucj

In a decision made over a split second, Owen is getting out of bed and marching down the hall to TK's room. He pauses at the door, straining to listen for movement. When he doesn't hear anything he softly knocks on the door. He gets a soft "hmm" almost immediately. So he swings the door open.

He finds TK in bed, blanket crowded at his feet and a book in his hands, eyes wide and awake. He pauses for a second, he was sure TK would be asleep. They did just return from a twenty-four-hour shift a few hours ago. He’s about to ask when TK beats him to it.

"You okay?" TK asks, looking at the clock on his bedside table. "It's almost one-thirty, dad. Why are you still awake?"

Owen sighs, remembering the reason he came in search of TK in the first place. There's a lot of things he would have seen himself telling his son, his own blood and flesh, at an hour after midnight. This is not one of them. And yet.

"Your boyfriend is drunk and wants to have sex with you," he says, going straight to the point.

TK stares at him, head turning to a side in pure confusion as his forehead creases into a frown. "My what? What?!"

"Your. Boyfriend. Is. Drunk. And. Wants. To. Have. Sex. With. You," he repeats.

"Wait, how do you know, what are you talking about?!" He asks, putting the book down and coming to a weird half-seated position where he has one leg half bent out in front of him and the other is tucked underneath him.

As if on cue, Owen's phone pings two more times. He brings the phone up, reading the messages quickly and then he's stepping into TK's room, scrolling up to the beginning of the messages and handing the phone over.

Carlos Reyes: r u oivking me uo?

Carlos Reyes: ill oay you eith sex

He watches as TK's eyes move from one side to the other on the screen, smiling at parts and then eyes widening at others, before he ends with a hand to his face, hiding away behind his palms.

"Oh, god," he groans. "He's so drunk."

Owen can't help the snort that rises through his throat, shaking in head in amusement. "Yes, that's an understatement."

The phone rings again in TK's hand. They share a look before TK turns the screen on and reads the messages. Owen doesn't want to know what the contents are when they're the cause of a bright red flush that takes over TK's face and neck. Still, he can't resist when the opportunity presents itself like this.

"What's he saying?"

TK stutters, looking up at Owen then down at the phone. "He's asking if I'm picking him up. The designated driver is drunk too."

Owen might have not been there for the large part of his kid's life, but he still knows when he's hiding something. And right now, TK is hiding something. But he understands; he knows his relationship with TK isn't usual, he knows that they are way too comfortable discussing their sex lives, but Carlos isn't. And Owen can't do much more than nod in acceptance when his son is trying to protect and respect his boyfriend's dignity.

"Okay, get dressed. Be at the door in ten minutes," he gets off the bed, heading to the door.

"Wait, wait, what?" TK calls. "Where are we going?"

Owen turns around slowly, facing TK, as if the answer wasn't obvious. "We're going to pick him up. You don't have a license yet, so I'm driving," he explains. "So let's go, your man is waiting."

It takes TK a moment, but then he’s getting on his feet and moving around the bed into his closet. Owen closes the door and walks to his own room, changing his pyjama pants to sweatpants and slipping into a pair of sneakers. He’s at the front door in minutes, keys and wallet in hand. TK comes barrelling through the house behind him in seconds.

They’re in the car, Owen turning the ignition on, when a quick succession of four or five messages ping through. TK glances at him out of the corner of his eye before he focuses back on his hands and turns the screen on. Owen catches the edge of a picture, and, from what he could tell, it’s just a selfie of Carlos and his partner, Jack. He decides to focus on the task in hand, asking TK for the location of the bar and swerving out of their driveway.

The drive isn’t that long, the bar a mere fifteen minutes away from their home. They spend the ride singing along to the music coming from the Bluetooth speakers, until a few messages ping through, at which point TK would stop singing, pull up the messages, type something in reply, and then get back to the singing.

They’re about half-way there when the ringing sounds around the entire car. Owen recognises the call notification and presses on the reply button a little too fast for his brain to remember that Carlos is texting him right now, and this is probably Carlos calling, and the phone is connected to the car’s Bluetooth system.

“HIIIIIIIIIII!” Carlos’ loud, clearly drunk and slurring voice fills the car a bare second after he’s pressed the button on his steering wheel, his tone so high-pitched Owen finds himself wincing.

“Hi! Hi, baby, hi,” TK is already screaming in reply, bringing the phone to his mouth only to pull it away when he realises it’s all around him, and then just saying it into the void. “Are you okay? Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, everything is perfecto,” Carlos answers with a sigh, his voice muffled and mixing with the bar around him now that he isn’t screaming. “I just miss you, so, so, so much. And I’m sad.”

Owen glances at TK, the look of worry on his face mirrored on TK’s.

“Why are you sad? Is everything okay?”

“Jack is hugging and kissing Alana, and I’m here, alone and lonely,” Carlos replies in a tone that makes Owen right about a hundred percent sure that he’s pouting. He shakes his head as TK chuckles.

“You’re not lonely baby, you’re there with your friends,” he reminds Carlos.

“But my friends are kissing each other and making out and I think Alana has her hand in Jack’s pants and I’m here without your hands in my pa-”

The rest of his sentence is cut by a short scream from TK as he fumbles with the phone, finally pressing the button that disconnects the Bluetooth. Owen manages to resist laughing out loud but he has no power against the grin that splits his face wide. He feigns ignorance as he listens to TK whispering his replies. Somehow, even through the phone and the distance, he still hears Carlos, loud, loveable and oh so drunk.

A few minutes later and they’re finally pulling up the bar, pulling into the parking lot. Owen finds the closest free spot, putting the car in park and turning to face TK, who has his head down, the phone still pressed to his ear. He seems to have not even realised that they’ve arrived at their destination.

“Hey,” he nudges TK, nodding towards the bar when TK looks up at him. “Go get him.”

TK smiles at Owen, opening the door and dropping his phone into the seat. “I’ll call you if I need anything?” he asks, closing the door and moving towards the bar when Owen nods.

He follows TK until he disappears into the threshold of the bar, then closes his eyes and rests his head on the backrest of his seat as he sighs. He isn’t sure how his night came to this end, but here he is. He’s also sure he would have never done the same for any of TK’s previous boyfriends. But Carlos isn’t any boyfriend. Carlos is… Carlos is good. Carlos is a different type of man than the ones TK has been with. Carlos is nice, and respectful, and sweet. Carlos loves his son.

He supposes that’s what this all comes down to. The fact that he knows that Carlos loves his son, the way he always knew TK deserves to be loved. And he knows that TK loves Carlos, too. It’s the love that he’s only ever dreamt of TK having, a dream that seemed to get farther and farther away with every new man TK introduced him to. Until Carlos walked into TK’s life. He doesn’t want to undermine TK’s own work and tribulations to make himself better, but Carlos has no doubt been a large part of the support system he’s had during that time.

And so, if Owen has to wake up at one-thirty in the morning to drive his son to a bar so he can pick up said son’s drunk boyfriend, he’s willing to do that in a heartbeat.

A dull crash against the side of the car has Owen opening his eyes in alarm and looking at the side-mirrors of the car. He doesn’t see anything in the driver’s side of the car, but when he looks towards the passenger’s side, well, he sees TK, back pressed to the side of the car. And he sees Carlos, hovering over TK. And he sees two tongues fighting in the middle of the space between them before their mouths slam back together. And then, through the car, he hears the loud, unmistakable moan.

“Oh, no. No, no, no,” he groans, looking back in front of him. It’s one thing for him to read what Carlos wants to do to his son, it’s a completely different thing for him to see it starting to happen. He takes a few deep breaths, glancing at the mirror every few moments. When he sees that they’re still in the same position, he leans over the console, knocking on the window until TK breaks the kiss and turns around.

His eyes widen when he sees Owen, hands coming up from wherever they are to hold Carlos around the shoulders. TK might have seen Owen, but Carlos seems to still be in his own fairyland; he trails kisses down TK’s neck until he gets to a spot and then his head stops in there. Owen doesn’t need to guess what Carlos is doing right now, the way TK’s eyes flutter shut tell him all he needs to know.

But no, this is too much. He leans over, knocking on the window again until TK’s eyes open and takes a deep breath, hands tightening around Carlos’ shoulders as he slowly pulls him away. Owen did not need to see the line of saliva connecting Carlos’ lips to TK’s neck.

He hears them exchange a few sentences, voice low and sultry, if he has to guess. Carlos’ eyes are blown wide, a smile permanently glued on his face, even as he nods and shakes his head in reply to whatever TK is saying. He hears Carlos giggle one last time and then TK is moving them back enough to open the back door.

“Hello, Mister Strand,” Carlos greets him the moment the door is open, words slurred, smile wide and eyes bright. “How ya doin?”

“I’m all good, Carlos, how are you?” he asks, chuckling as TK helps Carlos settle in.

“I’m fantastic! Did you know that TK came to pick me up because I asked him to?!”

This time Owen really can’t help the laugh that booms out of his chest. He hears TK snicker as well, Carlos joining in at the end. “Did he now?”

“Yes, yes, he did,” he nods his head almost aggressively. “He’s the bestest ever. I love him so much.”

“I love you too, baby,” TK replies, kissing Carlos softly on the lips as he finally finishes securing the seatbelt. Owen turns around, focusing on turning on the car -as if it takes that much concentration- to give them a moment alone. He hears them exchange “I love you’s” a few times and then TK retreats, closing the back door and opening the front one to get his own self into the car.

TK is barely a foot into the car when Carlos calls from the backseat. “TK?”

“Yeah, what’s up?” he asks, turning around in his seat to look at Carlos.

“Why are you so far away? How am I supposed to hold you?” Carlos speaks in the same tone as earlier, the one Owen thought was coming from a pouting face. Looking at the rearview mirror, he sees that there is indeed a pout on Carlos.

“I’m right here, baby,” TK answers, extending an arm to rub at Carlos’ curls.

“But, you’re so far away. I’m all alone in this big seat! You should sit here! With me! You can even sit on m-”

“OKAY!!!!” TK interrupts yet again. “Let’s not do that, baby. We need to be safe.”

Owen hears a sigh and then Carlos is mumbling his approval. He waits until TK is twisted back in his seat and has put his seatbelt on before he starts the journey back.

It’s only then that he realises they haven’t discussed where they would be driving back to.

“Where are we going, TK?”

“TO SEX LAND!” Carlos screams, and a perfectly coordinated groan leaves both the Strand men.

“Carlos, no!” TK retorts.

“Carlos, YES!” Carlos says back.

Owen sees TK opening his mouth from the corner of his eye, but Carlos evidently isn’t finished speaking.

“Hey, Owen, you should take us to my house, that way we can make as much noise as we want,” he says, much to the dismay of everyone that isn’t Carlos. He doesn’t seem to realise what’s wrong with what he’s saying, he just keeps talking. “TK gets really loud at times, and I do too to be honest, and it’s so hard to stay quiet when we are in your house, so we should go to my house.”

As funny as this entire situation is, the conviction with which Carlos says it leaves Owen no choice but to respect him, even as TK tries to sink deeper into his seat in an attempt to blend with the upholstery.

“Okay, Carlos, I’ll take you guys to your house,” Owen says, shaking his head at both Carlos and TK’s shenanigans.

“Thank yooou, Owen,” Carlos says. Owen is about to focus back on the street when Carlos gasps, and the sound of skin hitting skin echoes around in the car.

Owen looks through the rearview mirror, finding Carlos with his hands covering his mouth, and eyes wide, as if he just saw something from his nightmares. The empty streets make it easy for Owen to cross two lanes and stop in the sideway, both Strands turning around to face a now teary-eyed Carlos.

Owen turns on the overhead lights as TK fumbles with his seatbelt, trying to get it undone, even as he keeps his eyes on Carlos, asking him what’s wrong. It’s only when he’s in the backseat with him that Carlos unclutches his face and wipes his tears.

“I was rude to your dad, TK. I was so rude to your dad, my mom is going to be so mad at me,” he whispers. “I didn’t say mister, TK.”

Owen feels the concern -so thick a moment ago- melt and dissolve into nothing. He sinks into his seat, turning to sit straight. TK stays back with Carlos, wiping his tears and whispering sweet nothings as he assures him that his mother would not be mad at him. Carlos tries to fight him on it, saying that she most definitely would be, but he stops pretty quick once TK asks if he trusts him.

He uses the distraction to grab his phone from the glove compartment, where TK disposed of it earlier. He brings up the camera, making sure that the flash is off, and presses on record.

He can’t see the screen and what he’s filming, but through the rearview mirror, he sees TK wiping Carlos’ tears, forehead leaning on him as he presses kisses to his temple in between whispers and smiles. He sees Carlos hold onto TK’s arm, looking up at him with a soft smile and wet tears. A few moments later Carlos giggles and TK smiles at him, pressing a final kiss to his forehead before he straightens up and buckles himself next to Carlos.

He’s about to turn off the camera when Carlos presses a kiss to TK’s shoulder and lays his head onto it. His hand runs along TK’s arm, intertwining their fingers. “I love you,” he whispers.

TK takes a breath, a soft smile gracing his face as he turns his face to another kiss atop Carlos’ curls.

Owen turns off the screen, putting the phone away and switching off the light. He turns on the car, focusing back on the journey.

By the time he’s pulling up into Carlos’ driveway, the back seat is quiet. He switches the car off, looking back to find Carlos -head still on TK’s shoulder- with his eyes closed and mouth open in soft, almost inaudible snores. TK has the fondest expression on his face as he looks down at Carlos, a hand wrapped around his, the other sweeping around Carlos’ head, playing with his curls.

He almost regrets bursting their bubble, but he doesn’t think the car is the most comfortable place for them all to be right now. So he lays a hand on TK’s knee, waiting until he looks up at him, looking almost dazed. “We’re here,” he whispers.

TK looks out of the window, recognition dawning on him. He nods in reply before he focuses down on Carlos, whispering to him softly as his eyes flutter open and he slowly rouses from his doze.

Carlos looks up at TK, a brief moment of a smile coming onto him before he stretches his limbs out as much as the car allows and then he curls back into his place, mumbling incoherence.

“Come on, baby, we’re here,” TK whispers. “Let’s go inside.”

Carlos opens his eyes at that, staring up at TK. “We gon’ cuddle?” he asks.

TK chuckles, shaking his head, the loving look never leaving his face. “Yeah, let’s go cuddle.”

Owen watches as TK helps himself and then Carlos out of the car, and then holds Carlos around the waist as they walk up the porch. TK takes a moment to slip his hand into Carlos’ front pocket, producing a set of keys that he inserts into the front door lock.

As they move into the house, TK turns and nods at Owen, and he returns it. When Carlos looks at him though and turns to do the same, with much more enthusiasm, waving at him, face scrunched with a wide grin, Owen can’t help but repeat it to him, waving back at the giant dork.

The lights inside the house turn on, and the door finally closes. Owen takes a few moments sitting in the car alone, in the dark. He supposes he should feel some loneliness, but he doesn’t. All he feels is happiness and giddiness for his son, amusement regarding the entire situation, and hope for the future that TK and Carlos will be sharing together.

#carlosreyesweek2021 #Day 7: Writer's Choice #Carlos Reyes #TK Strand #Owen Strand #Tarlos #Tarlos fic #911 lone star #911 lone star fic

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laurafruitfairy · 5 years

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smoresmoresmore · 5 years

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I just have to say

I was possibly exposed to Rabies and came to Tumblr for help and advice and was THOROUGHLY AND DISTURBINGLY DISAPPOINTED WITH THE RABIES TAG.

Omg

I was convinced I was going to die and searching anything Rabies related was UNHELPFUL AF. Not judging but y'all did not help lol.

Very long explanation of why I thought I was going to die:

Waking up to a bat (2 nights in a row) is not automatic cause to assume you will die but it is, I found out after talking to the Dept. Of Agriculture and their Epidemiologist, an immediate cause to go straight to the ER and get shot up with the vaccine and immunoglobulin so you DON'T POTENTIALLY DIE. It is not something the doctors can argue against and it is not something you should postpone. Especially since I was "under the influence" (Nyquil) at the time and even less likely to notice if I had gotten scratched or bitten. My being unaware was the key point in the urgency of going to the ER.

The ER doc was highly annoyed I knew just what to say ("I woke up with a bat in my face") and he grumpily admitted he was bound to follow CDC protocol. His annoyance was so obvious he repeatedly told me how unlikely it was I was bit and explained how "intense" the shots would be. I assume he felt the medicine could be put to better use on someone who was 100% sure and/or was injured. When I asked him what would happen to me if I WAS bitten and didn't get the shot like he wanted, he sighed and admitted "Well, you die."

"Well, shoot me up, doc!"

That night I got 7 shots. One in my arm, which hurt so bad--I guess because my nurse was new and may habe gone too deep because the subsequent shots I have gotten in the same arm haven't been anywhere near as painful-- and 6 in my buttcheeks. 3 in each.

Waking up from my Nyquil coma to a bat in my face was not fun. I had never related to those movie scenes of people screaming and running around afraid if bats. But jessuz. They are fast. And this one was swooping around my living room and deliberately getting super close to me. I had to hide under my blanket and in my fevered state this made me sweat. Trying to herd it to my now opened windows did not help. I tried to call police, fireman andnanimal control; the 1st two were useless and the 3rd was not open at 1am.

Eventually I reached out to my townie facebook group and got advice. White towels attract them. Or make it dark and quiet and hide--I did this as I was not going to run around with a towel in my undies like that video--which worked. 2 very concerned people urged me to go to a doctor.

"You say you have flu-like symptoms and a constant fever and you sleep in that room a lot. You really need to go to the ER. Rabies is so dangerous."

And after 2 nights of dealing with bats and my fever spiking right around the time they show up, I existed in a dark hole of stress. So much so that the second morning I woke up to my hand twitching erratically and my thumb muscle spasming and I started bawling. I had already gotten the shots the day before so I knew if I encountered anything rabid I should be okish (I still had 3 more to go before I was fully protected) but now, with my glitchy hand, I was panicking about "WHAT IF I ALREADY HAD IT?!"

Urgent Care had ruled out Strep twice for my odd sickness and had assured me I have a random virus and to just stay in bed for a few days. Which I had been doing faithfully, before getting bored and moving to my livingroom nest. I like to sleep in there a lot and often do when the weather is nice. I just made sure to drink water and tea and get sunlight and all the things. Including Nyquil. But my fevers were getting worse. I was feeling like crap. And now what we all assumed to be A Normal Virus was morphing into my worst nightmare.

Probably egged on by 101 temperatures, I called around until someone was willing to explaon to me whether I was dying or not. Getting told "You'll be fine. It is SO RARE," did not calm me down. I needed someone to explain how the long incubation period (months to a year) and symptoms (flu like, emotional, twitchy) did not match me.

I slept in that room on accident and on purpose since moving in almost 9 months ago. I'm a heavy sleeper and don't wake up easily. Iffff I had been bitten during one of my all-nighters doing math homework or essay writing, it makes sense I would suddenly get a random "virus" that isn't going away. I had it all worked out in my head. I was getting headaches in the sun and stores. I forced myself outside and out and about when I felt ok because fuck it if I was going to let this be a symptom I had. I was getting anxious in the shower but, knowing fear of water was a symptom, I forced myself to stay in it. (Turns out my paranoia was right. The water was starting to be hard and my skin was breaking out. It is very annoying. The timing was just horrendous)

All the doctors and nurses kindly told me I was safe since I had started the shots but no one had an answer for me when I asked if they helped if I hadddd it already. They weren't sure. The amount of information they have or are willing to share is astonishingly low.

After 2 hours of phone tag I was finallly able to get an appointment with an Infectious Disease Doctor. She told me that if I did have it there was no real evidence about the vaccine helping, especially since I had only had the first dose at that point. She told me it would be fast though and they couldn't tell until "you're foaming at the mouth." She asked to look in my mouth and when I told her about my drooliness she said to let her know if it got worse. She asked about my hand. I told her. She asked about numbness and I freaked cuz my arm did go numb at one point.

I askwd her about tests. I had read that there were a few--spinal fluid, spit, blood--that were not really reliable. She said since I had the vaccine and immunoglobulin in my system already they would show up and it would be pointless.

My only option was to wait. And chill. And try not to dwell on the fact that there is no answer or cure or way to find out if I should plan my trip to Oregon and die or if I should allow my boyfriend to visit me.

He was firmly in the You Don't Have Rabies camp and came over anyway to feed me soup and hang out. But I refused to kiss him. It made him very sad and probably extremely exasperated.

My boss was so done with me when he asked if I could come in the next day. "Sasha. You cannot have Rabies. Just come to work. You'll be fine." And I realized how crazy I sounded but I still warned all my coworkers.

Anyway, my lowgrade fever continued, my twitchiness stopped, my drooling stopped, my water was hard so I avoided the shower but cleaned my good bits, and once I doubled up my water intake my headaches disappeared. I went into a mini death spiral for a day but decided to force myself into believing I was fine.

When I started getting confused and fainty, I bought Iron supplements. When I started getting angry and anxious, I called my friends and got distracted. When it was time to get another shot, I made sure to update everyone of the weirdness Just In Case.

One nurse took the time to sit me down and listwn. That's really all I needed since no one had answers. I just needed my mind soothed and concerns not dismissed. She couldn't explain the muscle spasm but could definitely see why I was freaking out. She was the one who tested me for peace of mind. She looked into Lyme disease. She found my anemia. She explained that the amount of time that had elapsed made her sure I was going to be ok. She had watched people die in Africa from this and shw said it happens So Fast it is tragic. I would not be able to organize a trip to Oregon to die. I would become incoherent and slip away within days.

That was what I needed. A timeframe. A legit explanation of what it looks like and how it happens. And why I don't fit. This whole time I had been wondering how to tell my friends. Whether I could write all their numbers down in case I couldnt function enough to call them or remember my phone password. I was planning on cleaning my apartment so good so the landlord couldn't bash me when I was bouncing off the walls and hissing at him. I was deciding who I really needed to contact and who I could live without wasting breath on. I was planning a goodbye party. I told all 3 of my lovers ("´hey, I have this thing there is no real test for while you're alive but there is once you die so you can't get tested, and you may have it so got get shot up but no one is sure if that will help much," but I did tell them and it was hilarious to them. My favorite response being "RIP" and "F") And this all had put me in such a dark place that, coupled with a few shitty days at work with my bully of a manager, I also asked for a psych person to visit me after the Rabies shot.

After her talk I was like, oh. Thank godddd. And kinda annoyed at having to wait an extra hour in the ER for a talk that could wait til morning. But I chatted with rhem and asked for referral to a shrink since this had just highlighted how much I need help with my anxiety. Especially since the temporary issue of Rabies was being resolved but my cruel manager was still going to exist now that I was going to survive this beef with nature. It was nice to think of that way "my rabies beef is getting cooked" and the pscyh lady got me help. So that was nice. I just mainly needed to get healthy again so I could

I mean. Almostbarelybutnotreally facing a cruel death was a great way to look at life and reflect on some things. There are messes I am not at fault for, messes I avoid that I shouldn't, people and things I value and the objects that matter to me more than others for ridiculous reasons. I was so grateful to the staff for putting up with me. And for you for reading.

All of this just to say

Circle circle dot dot

Soon I get my last Rabies Shot

#rabies #cdc #cdc protocol #vaccines #vaccination #vaxxed #immunoglobulin #rabies vaccine #shots #medicine #bats #stress #i thought i was dying #and then tumblr happened #rabiosexual #rabidloving #feralgender #rabioromantic

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wodrueckts · 5 years

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Rules:

1. Always repost the rules!

2. Answer the questions given to you by the one who tagged you!

3. Give 11 questions!

4. Tag 11 people!

i was tagged by @floraflorenzi =D

1) What are your favorite symbolisms in Skam/the remakes (eg. Isak’s locker)? Pretty much everything in s3 of the og, like the whole season was so full of like intertwining symbolism that it’s hard to just pick one out of that.

I also really liked the role food has played in druck s3 and how it kind of symbolized connection to other people. also shout out to david’s locker moment bc it was a nice nod to the og and also it kind of jumpstarted my whole interpretation of him as a character which turned out to not be too far off.

2) How did you discover Skam? just one day i saw a lot of it on tumblr and then put it on my mental “to watch one day” list but tbh it took quite a while until i finally got to it

3) What girl/boy squad would you choose to be part of? i’m gonna kind of cheat and just say the whole big druck united squad lol

4) One thing you would change about each version well that’s kind of difficult for me to answer bc i actually haven’t seen a lot of the remakes haa so i’m just gonna say some really superficial and uninformed stuff for most of them that’s just based on stuff i’ve seen on tumblr.

but first druck, which i can actually talk about lol: i’d definitely change how mia’s bisexuality was handled bc it was quite a mess and probably mostly just put in as damage control after they saw what kind of reaction the mia/hanna kiss got. and bc it was so handled so badly it kind of taints all those “kissy” moments between the girls that to me would usually be pretty inoccuous. bc to me, (straight) girls giving each other pecks on the mouth is actually really normal? and not like the performative way that’s for straight guys, but just girls giving each other little kisses as greeting or just because. like when i was in school, all the girls in my class (except me rip) greeted each other by kissing on the mouth. they would come into the class room and just give each girl that was already there a peck on the mouth one after the other. so those moments in druck (mostly on insta) when the girls give each other these pursed-lipped little kisses is on one hand very normal girl behaviour to me but bc of how mia’s bisexuality was handled, it does leave a bit of a bad tase in my mouth.

skam france: from what i’ve seen most people didn’t like s4 and thought it was bad so probably that.

skam italia: maybe a not-white, muslim actress to play sana...

skam austin: more shay. also while i usually like those moments of silence and just sitting with the character, that are very typically skam, i felt like they dragged on juuuust a tad too much in skam austin sometimes

skam nl: i don’t really know the context of that scene but that whole wedding dress situation? seems kind of bizarre and... bad?... to me? but maybe it’s better with actual context so who am i to judge lol

skam espana: probably the pansexuality discussion which i think felt a bit more dismissive towards pansexual people than in the other versions and after what the actors said on twitter it doesn’t seem like an accident =/

wtfock: idk tbh i don’t actually see much about it on tumblr and haven’t watched it myself...

5) If only one character from any remake could get an original season who would you choose and why? honestly this question is an attack lol but when it comes down to it... david. bc i love him and think he’s interesting but also just bc of the representation. so far he’s the only trans character in the whole skam extenced universe (afaik) and while we did see quite a bit abt him in matteo’s season, i think a season with him could still do a lot of good and maybe a season where relationship drama isn’t the focal point (bc him and matteo are SOLID) could be fun. but really, i would like so many characters to have a season.

6) What is your personal favorite version and what do you like least about it? if we exclude the og then it’s easy and it’s druck lol and what i like least about it... well, probably what i’ve already written above for the “what would i change” question. oh, also that after s2 all the episode are only 20 minutes long (thanks for nothing zdfneo, fu too)

7) What representation would you like to see in Skam (other than more wlw)? probably fat characters, especially a fat main. especially if the character being fat isn’t ignored like it doesn’t matter or doesn’t inform how they go through life and the world sees them but it also isn’t like the ONLY thing that defines the them and their story.

8) What country would you like to have a remake? oh, there are so many countries that could have very intersting skam remakes, especially if they’re not in (western) europe or north america. but i can’t really choose a specific one

9) What character can you relate the most to? And why? matteo, hands down lol. he IS me if i was a teenage boy. like, obviosuly The Depression is very relatable, but also the way he shows affection (by being a lil shit) or just some of his mannerisms, like the way he always slouches or his dumb little salute or how he can’t NOT make a stupid face when someone tries to take a picture of him. it’s all very me. watching s3 was just a constant stream of “*vine voice* hahaha i do that”

10) Do you have an unpopular opinion about any of the Skam ships? i never shipped eva/pchris? does that count?

11) Are you following the characters on social media? And do you have notifications turned on for any of them? i follow every druck character as well as shay’s finsta lol but i don’t habe post notifications bc tbh idek how exactly to turn them on lol. and yeah i’m sure i could easily find out but also i’m lazy.

and now onto my questions:

1. if you could decide between having all the remakes or getting one (1) more season of the og, what would you choose? would it make a difference who the main of the new og season would be? if yes, what character(s) would you sacrifice all the remakes for? and for which character(s) would you NOT do that?

2. which skam universe character do you think you could take in a fight? and which character would you want to fight regardless of whether you think you could take them or not?

3.which relationships do you think will stand the test of time? do you think any will be a life long thing? who will eventually break up? who will break up but get back together at some point? and who SHOULD break up or never shoud’ve gotten together in the first place?

4. what is one song that you discovered through skam or the remakes that became important to you?

5. were you wary or excited when you found out there were gonna be a bunch of remakes? has your opinion changed since then and if so how? or did you not know/care about skam before the remakes came out?

6. any specific lines that stuck with you? either because you related to it personally, it sounded very poetic or just because if felt perfect for the situation and the character.

7. which character would you most like to be stuck in traffic with? and which the least? why?

8. whose character’s room would you most like to live in?

9. what is one fandom moment you will never forget?

10. is there something that’s very prevalent in the fandom that annoys you?

11. has there been something in the shows that really disappointed you? and has there been something that exceeded your expectations?

uhhhhh and i guess i gotta actually tag people for once... gotta overcome my fears here lol. also you don’t have to do this of course and if you’ve already been tagged and i haven’t seen it just ignore this lol

@8letters3words1meaning @dummerjan @lesbabfilm @dearvaltersen @josephtate @franzithebookworm @everythingjustpeachy @sampagner-official @druckdruck @kornrosen @i-dont-know-how-to-quit-you

#god this got long fuck #tag game

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masterpieceavenue94 · 5 years

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Fadderuka

Omg this week has been so exhausting!!!

My friends and I decided to be "fadder" thid year which is like being a mentor(?) to the new students of the career you're doing sort of. You explained to the new students how the career is, about the subjects, about you know the campus, places, etc. Plus you go out with them and party and well it's a way the university makes sure the new students feel comfortable around the first days of uni and I mean I guess here in Norway everyone is always trying to not leave alone anyone(?) So...by that way you foe sure have someone at uni you can be friends with(?) Idk sounds childlish, like you're an adult I don't need to tell you "go make friends" but it's actually really useful and no one is against that, somehow it helps to socialize between each others so yeah...

Well I don't regret to have had this exhausting week but omg I just really need to sleep like for 10 years.

So I know I jave to talk about what happened this summer and stuff but now tht this is more recent and I remember everything perfectly I'm going to talk about it. (And someday I'll talk about the last months)

So we started with Monday.

Monday was exhausting since the beginning, we had to wake up really early because we had to be at uni at 9 because we hade a breakfast of all the "fadder" group. In the group there was Lucas, Luisa, Alejandra, Elena (which is more friend of Lucas than mine), Thomas an Birk (also friends of Lucas, both of them are Norwegians but they speak really nice Spanish a d they're really friendly) and also Herman (a Norwegian boy which has a raspy voice that you can't understand what he's saying neither in Norwegian nor Spanish, but anyway...)

So we went to this breakfast, and there I met a boy who was my age and he's from Spain, his name is Alvaro and I found out he's going to be a teacher this year, I mean he will help the real teachers and stuff bt yeah...like he was doing some practices. He's actually fun and really open.

Then we went to welcomed the new students, we were in this big room and people started to come, at one moment I decided to be social and sat in a table with some new students and introduced myself. I started talking in Norwegian but then a girl said "sorry you have to talk in Spanish or English because there's this boy who can't Norwegian" and I was like "nice..." But yeah at the beginning was hard, they were quiet, shy, no one wanted to talk amd I was like "come on, this is harder for me than for you..." But anyway, I somehow made them talk and socialize a little bit, the sad and funny thing is that I don't remember the names of most of the people (specially girls). There we had also a little breakfast too with them, the professors and the consultant of the Spanish studies gave their speeches and we also introduced to them as the fadder group with who they will be hanging out these days.

After that we made a few questions about what they expect of this course, what are they afraid of and stuff like that. Then, we went around the campus and showed them the common places and after that we decided to do a game to know each other better.

Omg and there was this guy, his name is Kjetil, his my age, he's GORGEOUS. Like I don't know how but since the first minute I just fell for him, everyone fell okay? Like HOW WOULDN'T YOU? What a boy. But on this game of knowing each other where you asked "who is from Norway? Who is not? Who has traveled to Spain or Latin America? Blablabla on the question of "who has gf/bf?" Kjetil stood up and all of us where "shit." DAMN YOU. I mean I understand a boy like this if he's not in a relationship he would be totally gay. For sure.

Anyways, back to the game, we were surprised because there were only 4 persons who were from Latin America and Spain, in fact there was only one boy who was from Spain, and I think just 3 girls from Latin America. So it was kinda of shocking. There were Norwegians but also a lot of people from other countries (Persia, Somali, Finland, Poland) When I started I think there were more Spanish people and only two-three persons who were not Norwegian nor Spanish so it was shocking for us.

After that we talkt and had lunch together and there I met Arian who was one of the boys from Persia, he actually speaks really good Spanish. He is 21 I think and yeah we talk during lunchtime. Actually all these days I talked to everyone but I talkt more with the boys lmao.

Anyway, around 3pm we went to a ceremony of students in the center of Oslo. And after that we decided to go home and meet later to have "vors" (pronounced "fors") which is like a pre-party where you meet at a house and drink.

We decided to divide us so 4 fadders went to Elena's house and the other 4 went tl Herman's. Luisa, Alejandra and me went to Herman's. It was nice, I've never been in a vors before so I didn't know what to expect. At the beginning we didn't know what to do lmao so we just sat there listening to people tall, sometimes we made a comment about a topic but omg the first hour we were like.....(I'm tall about Luisa, Alejandra and me) The good thing is that Kjetil, the pretty guy, came so I could talk with him more HAHAHAHAHAH. I talked with all of them, I just remember a few names like Håvard who was this Norwegian guy and he was nice to talk to, I remember this blonde girl who was 19-20 and her middle name was Indianne (pretty name), I know Per (also Norwegian too) and there were more people but I don't remember. We played a game, no idea of what was its name but it was fun, by that way we all were somehow focused on the same thing, the vors started around 6pm, but I and my friends came at 7pm, we all left to Chateau Neuf which is a party-place which organized parties all this week. While we were cleaning the house we talked to more people, I talked with Kjetil and he speaks good Spanish too, he's so cuuuuteeee, and I don't know I just see good in him you know? Humble, friendly, caring, what a nice guy seriously.

We went to Chateau Neuf and I met Lucas there, and then I saw Arian and I mean we hugged, I hugged everyone that night, I wasnt drunt but I felt so happy. I know that on this party I saw most of the fadders except Birk and Luisa, but Luisa went to the airport around 10pm because her husband (yeah, husband and she's 26) came back from Bodø. Anyways, I talked with Simen, a new Spanish student, he's 19 and soooo cute like a baby we talked and he was so fun, I also talked with this guy from Finland. In fact he's half Finnish and half Nicaraguan, and yeah he's the one who can't Norwegian. He's handsome, and you know he goes to the gym because he has a strong back but he's short lol. Anyway, he's 21 and he was so funny, I mean yeah he was drunk but still...I remember he told me "you habe a nice tongue or mouth" but I didn't know if he meant that the way I speak was nice or that was a total indirect, now at this point (Sunday afternoon) I know it was an indirect.

Arian was also right next to me almost the whole time, I kind of feel like he liked me(?) He's nice but I don't see myself with him anyways... Actually that day was pretty good I really enjoyed, the only one who didn't hsve that much fun was Alejandra...

I remember that when I left I said bye to everyone hugging them and I remember that I went to say bye to Lucas and then Arian came hugging me first and I was like "yeaaaaah"

On Tuesday we had this meeting at uni at 9am, we were all dead, Arian joined us for a coffee but at the beginning we didn't talk. In fact, I was so tired I didn't want to talk to anyone. In the meeting I saw the Finnish guy almost asleep. After the meeting, we decidet to go around Oslo a little bit, Luisa and I talled with this girl who was half Spanish half Romanian (whose name I don't remember) and Erik, Norwegian guy who is 23 and has been studying one year Spanish via Yotube. And I feel a disgrace, because here I am 5 years in Norway and still have problems with the languange, damn you Erik. But seriously we were so tired that at 1am we were all home. At 4pm we had this karaoke thing and I was impressed because they all sang and it was so fun! I talked there also with Kjetil and Emil, Emil is also Norwegian, I don't know his age but I bet his my age or a year younger and it's so funny because when he uses glasses he looks like a total hipster (cute too), but without them he looks like these boys who loves surfing hahahah he's cute though, but doesn't speak that much Spanish.

After that we went to this place called Uhørt, where they drank beers and stuff, I actually didn't drink that day. At that place I met Armin, the other boy from Persia, this guy is 25(?) I think. And he speaks perfectly Spanish because he has lived there for 11 years. He's nice and funny too.

But yeah I left around.....9pm(?) Because I was so tired and I went to sleep at 10:30pm.

On Wednesday we had this game where they had to go around the campus and write answers, after the game there was pizza and we said which group won the game, whcih was a group of girl whose names I obviously don't remember. Well in fsct I think I remember one, Sofie but that's it.

Later around 7pm we had a quiz in the bar Union857, it was a cool bar actually and the quiz went great, I didn't know thst Norwegian were so interested in these games, but yeah they're fine. We finished st 10pm and Luisa and Alejandra decided to stay at home but I went out with these people and the rest of thw fadders because theh decided to go to a bar which was close to my house so yeah.

I sat with Kjetil (obviously), with Nikita ( a Chilean girl who is 19), Arian sat also in the same table and Emilie (I think it was her name, Norwegian too) later Thomas came and we talked too it was weird we talked a lot but he was tickling me and we even held hand a little but I mean to me it's normal(?) Like I could give the hand to someone and rested it there for a while lmao. Okay it's not normal, but for me it is. Then Elena came also and we talked too and also Simen talked with me a lot, Kjetil and Arian were in the same table talking too. Birk later came and seriously he was so nice, like what a nice boy I really like him as a friend. I feel like Kjetil, Thomas and Birk have this friend potentiy thing hahahsha I mean most of the boys I met this weel has it hahaha.

And well around 12:40 or something like that I just decided to go home because I had to work the next day. I hugged everyone, Arian hugged me even longer and I left Kjetil to the last minute, I actually did it on purpose. When I hugged everyone I stood up amd decided to move towards the door but then I turned around and said bye to everyone with the hand, and Kjetil looked at me like a pupoy and I was like "aaawee wait I'm coming" and I went to hug him hahaha. I said bye to Thomas too because by that time he was standing in the middle of the bar snd we hugged and I remember he kissed me on the cheek and I was like "okay! I'm going now" yeah what a nice goodbye hahahaha.

On Thursday I went to work, I seriously didn't want to, but yeah...I worked until 9pm, the good thing is that the plans with the new students weren't until 9pm so I managei to joind them around 10pm. They played bowling, I told my cousin Cristofer to join us. I introduced him to almost everyone. A Norwegian girl, Weselmøy, had a crush on him and at the end of the night she told me that if my cousin wanted she could be her sugarbaby or something like that, I was like....okay? But you know, you go girl! Alvaro, the Spanish boy has always been this week with us, he's so funny seriously and he confessed he was gay and I was like "whaaaat?" I mean I wasn't attracted to her at all but he didn't look like you know...gay. After bowling we went to Azúcar, a pub-disco and I don't know I gave all of myself dancing it was so fun, I was having such a great time there, when we wenteres I sat in a sofa whcih was a little bit higher than the other places, and Kjetil sat next to me, we didn't talk that much but you know he was there hahahaha we all danced there and while I was dancing like a diva in that platform where I was I realized I couldn't look at anyone because I mean I looked to the right and I saw the Finnish boy there looking at me smiling, then I looked at the left and saw Armin and Arian smiling to me too, damm it was so awkward lmao.

But yeah I had a really good time and actually my cousin got a long really good with Birk and Alvaro. And well we went home at...2-3(?)

The next day I had to open at work and I was dying but anyways! On Friday people had vors at 5pm but I decided to just come later to the party that it was at uni, it was... interesting. I don't know Arian and I didn't talk that much, I feel like he liked me but hest just giving up hahahaha I mean I like him as a person and as a friend but obviously I just don't see me with him, so the thing is that we don't talk that much anymore. Anyway, I saw Armin there but I didn't say hi at the beginning it wasn't until I went to another room wjere Alvaro and othe people were where I started to talk with him. It was, I mean, I was going down the stairs and he was behind me and I mean he hugged me but he also tried to kiss me but I kind of avoid him laughing looking to another place, but yeah, then when we were dancing he was all the time tickling me and hugging me, I mean he's nice but he's not my type I guess.

I got mad that night at Alejandra, don't know why but sje decided to hit me all the time (not hard but still) and even though I was like "the fuck is wrong with you" *joking tone* sje kept.doing it and I hit her back too she kept doing it until sje hit more my nose than my forehead and that's when I decided to be serious to her. Like I don't understand what happened to her honestly but I wasn't in the mood to forgive her at all, I even stopped talking to her for 30 min. Later we talked with Kjetil and Emil and omg they were so happy and sweaty hahahaha, after a while we all decided to go to a place called Mastermind, Alejandra at that time went home because she had to work, but I was fine with her leaving. Sje was being so annoying the whole night, even Albaro realized and told her. I remember she told me to not made up with Emil because it was hers but I was like "dude, you have a boyfriend so shut up" and then she said she wanted also to have boys hitting on her, but I was like YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND WHY WOULD YOU WANT THAT. And yeah it's true that almoy every time that we went out there were peopt hittit on me, but here I am. Single. The end.

Anyway, we went to Masteind, we went Kjetil, Emil, Elena, Birk, Thomas, Armin, Álvaro, a girl who was from Latin America (Gabriella), a friend of Álvaro (Ennis), Simen, and some Norwegian girls.

I remember on the way to this place I talled with Simen a lot. Then at the place I sat on this big sofa, to my left there was this Norwegian girl whose name is Linn and to my right Birk, then next to Birk Gabriella sat and the rest of the people sat around the sofa in chairs. Emil sat next to Linn and Kjetil next to Emil. Then there was Elena and Thomas maybe(?) A Norwegian girl, Simen, someone more, the Finnish guy, Armin, norwegian girls, and then Alvaro, Ennis and we ended the circle on Gabriella again. So it was actually pretty fine, we all talked, and had fun. It was also weird because I mean Birk jas a girlfriend and it looked like he was flirting with me but at the same time I guess he wasn't (?) Like before we went there he made a massage on my neck and I was like THE HELL IS GOING ON and the he also took my hand when we were sitting I don't know why, BUT THEN he started to tickle my neck and Somen and a Norwegian girl were looking at us and I was like "or Birk is too drunk or I don't know what's going on". Then Birk asked me about Thomas, if I liked him and I was like "what do you mean?" I like him yeah, but I don't know how much I like him, I just, I just feel like if he were taller I would be all around him , that's something I have to confess hahahaha. But yeah I asked Birk that and he was like "I saw you holding hands on Wednesday while talking to other people" and I was like "so? And you're taking my hand right now and like you literally kissed my hand a minute ago" like I was laughing at the situation so much, and I told him that I'm used to make some contact with people like holding hand but that doesn't mean anything. But anyway, I remember Simen went home first and when we were going to say goodbye, we hugged but he kissed me on the nexk and it was like a looooong kiss, like I mean for sure everyone saw that because we were standing there in the middle, lol. Armin after all he was the one who said goodbye the fastest, like I think he gave me a handshake(?). Funny. Elena, Birk, Kjetil, Emil and a few others went later and I remember Kjetil came to me to say goodbye and gave me also a kiss on the cheek and I was like OMG. And then, I don't know we went Alvaro, Thomas and the rest, at first Thomas said to me to wait for me, and I thought we were going in the same direction but obviously we weren't and also he met a few friends out of this place and started talking with them so I just say bye to everyone and headed home because I was freezing.

It was a great. I went to bed at 4am but I didn't worl until 12am so I had time to sleep enough.

Saturday I thought it was going to be like the best of the best but it was the most boring night of all. Kjetil didn't come, neither Emil. There were a lot of people who didn't come, Alvaro left also early, and I thought we were going to Chateau Neuf again but we didn't, and ended up in the same place we went on Thursday. But wven though I drank the same thing I did on Thursday and played the same songs, I wasn't in the mood at all. The oub was crowded and you couldn't even dance at all. I mean I talked to most of the people there but...yeah...I ended up going home at 1am.

But yeah the week in general was really good, and I'm glad I decided to be fadder. But anyway, no idea if I would be in a future fadder again, we'll see how is my energy hahahaha.

#diary #dear diary

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polyglotpower · 5 years

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Current Activities Page

Language activities and thoughts as of April 30th, 2019: (** = main study focus)

German (upkeep)

Spanish** (the move from intermediate to advanced)

Once Spanish is advanced: Italian or Portuguese?

More details below....

Deutsch:

Ich benutze jeden Tag Deutsch, weil ich in Deutschland wohne. Das heißt, dass ich nicht wirklich etwas aktives für Deutsch mache, da es schon in meinem Leben ist. Ich studiere z.B an einer deutschen Universität, und dafür muss ich viel Stoff lernen; ich lese auf Deutsch, schreibe Antworten zu den Orientierungsfragen auf Deutsch, etc. Es ist aber immer noch manchmal scheiß schwer, auf Deutsch zu schreiben. Manchmal ist es auch schwer, alles in der Vorlesung zu verstehen. Ich habe bemerkt, dass es schwer ist, die Professorin gleichzeitig zuzuhören während ich Notizen schreibe. Deswegen muss ich viel zu Hause lernen und Material wiederholen. Ich spreche auch ziemlich gut, aber ganz ehrlich, den Druck, fast perfekt auf Deutsch zu sein, weil ich sehr gute Grammatik usw für die Uni brauche, hat den Spaß und auch die Liebe für die Deutsche Sprache weggenommen. Und wie alle schon vll wissen, ist die deutsche Grammatik ziemlich schwer.

Deswegen, probiere ich mehr deutsche Podcasts in meiner Freizeit zu hören statt die auf English, die ich gerne zuhöre. Mein Lieblingspodcast auf Deutsch zurzeit ist “Eine Stunde History”, (auf Spotify) weil ich Geschichte mag und weil ich finde, dass den sehr gut produziert ist. Ich gucke auch alles auf Youtube, dass coldmirror macht, weil ich ihre Humor ganz toll finde :D

Eng. translation: I use German every day because I live in Germany. This means that I don’t usually do anything actively for German because it is already in my everyday life. For example, I study at a German university and I have to learn a lot of material for it; I read in German, write answers to review questions in German, etc. But its sometimes still difficult to write in German. Sometimes its also difficult to understand everything in the lecture. I’ve noticed that its difficult to listen to the professor at the same time that I’m writing notes. Therefore, I have to study a lot at home and repeat a lot of material. I speak pretty well, but honestly, the pressure to be almost perfect in German and have excellent grammar because I need it for university has kind of taken the fun and my love away for the German language. And, as everyone maybe already knows (Germans as well as learners), German grammar is pretty tough.

That’s why I’m trying to listen to more German podcasts in my free time rather than the ones in English that I usually listen to. My favorite podcast in German right now is “Eine Stunde History” (on Spotify), because I like history and because I think it is very well produced. I also watch everything on Youtube that coldmirror comes out with, because I think her humor is so awesome :D

Spanish*:

This is my main language and I love love LOVE Spanish. I read, listen, and watch multiple things every single day in Spanish. I’m at the typical intermediate plateau where I understand and can read so much, but I still struggle to communicate eloquently and use the grammar well. Right now I’m reviewing the past tenses (passively, alongside texts - I never do grammar exercises, I think it’s much more important to learn grammar in context) and beginning to notice the subjunctive in the things I read/listen to/watch. I’d say I’m about a B1, though with listening and reading skills probably almost B2, which I think is normal.

Things I’m reading: I do readings every day on the website LingQ - I follow transcripts of podcasts, read short stories, etc. I find nonfiction to be easier in a foreign language, so that’s usually what I do on LingQ. For fiction off LingQ, right now I’m reading HP and the Philosopher’s Stone because the HP books are perfect for a first fiction series (at least for me). I know them by heart and they progressively get harder and more complex.

Things I’m watching/listening to: Listening: On LingQ I’m listening to several podcasts. Off LingQ (usually in tram, or while cooking or cleaning) I listen to Coffee Break Spanish. I’ve done the available episodes in season 5 and am coming back to season 4 (I skipped it before), and now I’m about 7 or 8 episodes into season 4. Watching: the TV series Casa de las Flores! Oh my gosh I just finished season 1 and can’t wait for 2. I watch it in Spanish w/ Spanish subtitles. It’s definitely my guilty pleasure, just like the series The Gran Hotel, which I started after Casa de las Flores. I also am slowly making my way through a Youtube animated series called “Cartel de Los Burritos” about a kid that delivers burritos and gets roped into working for the local drug lord. It’s hilarious. There’s lots of slang and subtitles are unreliable (sometimes only in English, or sometimes none at all or for only half an episode), but still so great.

Vocabulary: I review vocab within LingQ as well as on Memrise daily. Mostly I concentrate on the the input I’m getting, because the more I see the word in context, the better it will cement it in my brain.

Grammar: As I said, I don’t do traditional grammar exercises in grammar books really. I don’t believe in the traditional school system way of drilling abstract grammar even though students usually have a complete deficit in exposure to the language, so I review grammar as it comes up in my content and by necessity. I find that learning lots of content also helps you get to the point of speaking automatically and not constantly doing grammar in your head quicker - because when you hear enough, read enough, and speak enough, eventually things just start “sounding” or “feeling” right or wrong when they come out of your mouth.

Let me give an example of how I do grammar, because I do believe it is important to know it and learn it, etc. Yesterday I had a speaking session in Spanish with my tutor on italki, and I noticed that (besides the normal intermediate struggle to express yourself the way you’d like and forgetting words that I KNOW THAT I KNOW - that can’t just be me, right?) my past tenses are still quite weak, as is my ability to decide between ser and estar (even worse when I have to deal with BOTH, like the difference between estaba, era, fue). So, after my session yesterday I took out the grammar book I use to look up the rules as I need them (Große Spanische Grammatik from Huebner) and wrote out a few basic notes again, with just the verb endings & important irregulars. Also, I jotted down some keywords (really! not much, only the bare minimum) to jog my memory about each one, something to have beside me and look over whenever I come across a past tense verb and I’m doing focused reading (unfocused reading, in contrast, is when I just read to have fun and relax, like before bed when I’m reading my Harry Potter book). When I do this I try to use keywords that showcase what makes the tenses distinctive and different from each other. Then, I read various texts in my textbook (I use Gente Hoy 2), underlining each past tense word. I read the text a few times, making sure I understand all the content, then I begin to focus on each individual past tense verb that I underlined. I try and analyze why that particular one was used in that situation and not another. In that way, I’m still doing input-based learning and getting the context, but still while I pay particular attention to certain grammar points I know I need to work on.

Writing: I’m planning on incorporating a writing element that helps me work both on the vocabulary I learned as well as the grammar I’m noticing that week/two weeks/whatever frame of time. Right now I haven’t started it yet, but so far I try to write a diary entry every day in a little notebook in Spanish.

#languages #language learning #study #langblr #german #spanish #deutsch #castellano #espanol #language #Current Activities Page

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a-dreamer-named-mars · 6 years

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Imagine Jamie Saving You From Yourself

Rquested by emmaljo on wattpad. For more Jamie Reagan imagines and fanfictions, click here.

Warning: This imagine is more emotional and much more serious that all my other ones and contains references to suicide and depression. If you don't feel like you can't take it, don't read it.

"Bye, sweetie. Have fun and don't forget to be good for uncle Danny." You said as you kissed your daughter's forehead.

You watched her wave goodbye with her tiny hand and Jamie placed a kiss on her blonde curls before she and your brother in law left.

She was going to spend the night and the next day with her cousins and her uncle while you and Jamie were going to have the night all to yourselves. Since the next day was Saturday and Emily, your daughter, loved spending time with Jack and Sean, she was going to spend the whole day there and you were going to pick her up at the end of the day, before dinner.

"So, are you ready?" Jamie asked as he approached you.

"Yeah. Let's go." You answered before you picked up your purse and your coat. You waited for your husband to get his and when you were both ready and set to go, you made your way outside to get to the car.

You and Jamie were going out for dinner to celebrate your 10th anniversary. These last ten years have been crazy for you two... It's all fun and games until you have your first real fight. It was actually over something really stupid but you had always been a sensitive person. You've been battling with depression ever since you were a teenager, and Jamie knew that... He knew what you've been dealing with for more than half of your life. He knew that when you started dating, when he proposed to you, and when he vowed to spend the rest of his life with someone who dealt with something this emotionally heavy. And he still said "I Do" without a doubt. But when things get tricky it's like he regrets marrying you.

* * *

"Wow dinner was great wasn't it?"

You had just arrived home and the two of you managed to escape a rainstorm that has been advised to get to New York soon. Guess it was now.

"Yeah, that restaurant's amazing. Janey was right."

"I wasn't talking about the food but yes, I liked it a lot."

"What were you talking about then?" You asked as you took off your heels still in the hallway, before taking off your coat.

"Just... I don't know but it was such a calm dinner tonight, not getting food thrown at my face was good for a change."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

He sighed.

"Nothing. Look, I'm just saying that it was good to have dinner, just the two of us, having a calm and quiet time."

You could feel your eyes starting to get wetter and wetter by the second.

"I knew it... You didn't want Emily! You never did! Look, if we're too much of a burden for you we can just leave!"

"Whoa, what are you talking about?!"

"Just admit it, Jamie! This is too much for you! You never wanted me to get pregnant, now you're relived you had dinner without our daughter!"

"Hey, the only reason I said we shouldn't have a baby was because you were in a bad condition then, worse than you are now, and I didn't want to make you feel worse! Because it did! Pregnancy didn't help you at all!"

"She was the best thing to ever happen to me!!"

By this time you couldn't keep your voice down and neither could he. Tears were rolling down your face, and you were feeling weaker and weaker.

"I am not doubting that, (Y/N)... But you have to admit that you got worse."

"You don't understand." You said as you turned your back on him.

"Oh I don't understand? All I've done my entire life ever since I met you was understand you and help you. I've always done everything I could in my power to make you feel a little better but it's like it's never enough! It's like I can't ever win with you."

"Okay, I can't do this anymore, let's just go to bed. Who's picking Emily up at your brother's tomorrow?"

"I can go when I finish my tour."

"Okay you know what? You don't need to bother, I'll do it."

* * *

You tried your best to breathe. You took deep breaths but it was like no air was passing through and making it through your lungs. You felt like you were about to collapse at any time. And if you were being honest that was the best thing that could happen to you. You were done, you were sick and tired of fighting something that just wasn't fixable. You were nothing and Jamie's life was fully dependent on you and your daughter. And you hated it, you felt powerless and invalid and it was just the worst.

And you wanted to end the pain quickly and permanently.

"(Y/N) ! I'm home!"

What the hell was Jamie doing home at this time? He's still supposed to be on tour.

You were lying on your bathtub naked, with an orange plastic box on your hand, filled with pills. You could hear him walking around the house, probably trying to find you. And sooner, you no had time to cover yourself or hide the medication and Jamie walked in on you.

The moment you looked at him you immediately started crying and sobbing. You could see the hurt in his eyes and it broke you. Even more than you already were.

He grabbed what felt like your lifeless body and picked you up, taking you to the bed you two have been sharing for a decade now.

He immediately grabbed towels and blankets to cover you but all you wanted was for him to hold you close to him, which he did when you were dry and warmer. But not even listening to his heartbeat made you stop crying.

"Shh, ahh... it's okay. You're okay now." He kept saying.

* * *

"Why isn't mommy home? It's night time." Emily asked as she walked inside her house, after Jamie picked her up at his brother's place.

"Come here, bug." He said as he pulled her into his lap when he sat on the couch.

The officer took a deep breath before starting the conversation.

"Mommy got a boo-boo. So... she needed to see the doctor. But she will be back before you know it."

"Mommy's sick?"

"Yeah, baby. But the doctor's gonna help her get better."

"We can help her too, we can make her chicken soup like she does when we got the flu, remember, daddy?"

Jamie smiled as he fought the tears forming in his blue eyes that matched his daughter's.

"Yeah, we can do that. We'll do it tomorrow, you need to brush your teeth and sleep now. Deal?"

"Deal." She said.

You were taken to the hospital by Jamie and after the doctors evaluated you, Danny called. He was worried cause none of you were coming to pick up Emily and that was really unusual for you. Anyways, you were feeling slightly better, probably because of the medication flowing into you through the IV, and told Jamie he should go and pick her up. He agreed but only if he called someone to be there with you. He called your mom and she rushed inside the hospital in no time. The doctors said you out of the woods since you hadn't really done anything to yourself but still needed to be evaluated by a psychiatrist and psychologist. They agreed to send you home with the condition that you'd never be alone and that you'd always habe someone with you at all times and that you started doing medication and going to an appointment with your psychologist every week, two days a week and another with your psychiatrist, two times a month.

And just to think that if it wasn't for Jamie, you wouldn't ever eat your daughter's amazing chicken soup.

#jamie reagan #jamie reagan x reader #jamie reagan imagines #blue bloods #will estes #excerpt from a book i'll never write #excerpt from a story i'll never write

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alfieandtobias · 4 years

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The hotel.

We begin to make our way north to the Luxor Hotel.

Alfie: The walk was quiet and long “This is the place, doesn’t seem to be too packed”

Tobias: I looked up at the hotel then gave you a look of approval as we began to make our way to the front entrance.

Alfie: I hold open the front door for Tobias, he is a very cautious person, we make our way over to the front desk “I don't think anyone is gonna check us in” I hop over the counter to look for a key of any sort.

Tobias: As you looked for a key to a room, I kept a lookout watching for any sudden movement then briefly turn back to you. “If we are sharing a room, make sure that there are two beds”

Alfie: I gave Tobias a funny look, like a wouldn't get us a room with two beds. “Obviously, that was the plan”

Tobias: I don’t respond after that, I just lean against the front desk waiting for you.

Alfie: I grab the key closest to me and I make my way around the desk. I look at the key tag, it reads “Floor 12 Room …” “ I got us a key, the room is on the 12th floor. Now, we could either take the stairs or risk an elevator ride”

Tobias: I let out a low sigh as I walked over to Alfie, all I could think about was climbing up 12 flights of stairs, but I wasn’t going to complain. “Let’s take the stairs just to be safe.”

Filler text, Fuck stairs.

Alfie: We arrive at the front door and I unlock it right away. “My feet are fuckin killin me”

Tobias: Once the door is open I take a glance inside, waiting for you to walk in and immediately notice the bed situation. “I thought you were getting two beds?”

Alfie: I throw myself on the floor and glance up to see there is in fact only one bed “Oh shit, well, i’ll take the tub as long as I get to raid the mini bar”

Tobias: I look down at Alfie and step over him as I walk into the room “Alright, but I'm going to see if the water is running so I can take a shower first.”

Alfie: “Don’t take too long, I'm gonna drink up all the booze before you get out!”

Tobias: “Don’t let me stop you.” I say as I head into the spacious bathroom, shutting the door behind me.

Alfie: I was merely joking, I turn on the TV and flip through the channels and find nothing but a screen that reads EMERGENCY BROADCAST SYSTEM. I flip the TV off.

Tobias: I set my backpack down on the bathroom counter and walked over to the shower, turning the knobs until hot water came out of the valve. Once the water was running I began to undress.

Alfie: I kicked my boots off, and sat down on the loveseat. It’d been so long since I'd sat down on something soft.

Tobias: Once I took all my clothes off I held my bloodstained shirt and pants in my hands before setting them into the sink so I could wash them when I was done showering.

Alfie: I couldn’t help but wonder what would happen between Tobias and I. He saved my life when he didn’t have to. I stand up to remove my leather jacket, I hang it on a coat rack located near the front door. I take my shirt off and I sling it over my shoulder as I make my way to the mini bar

Tobias: I stepped into the shower and shut my eyes as the hot water began to run down my back. The feeling was quite relaxing. I hadn’t showered in about a week or so, since before everything started I was on the road. I tried not to think much about anything, but it’s difficult to keep an empty mind during what is seemingly the end of the world, all the while I am showering in a 5 star hotel in Las Vegas and sharing a room with a stranger . Maybe this is just happening in the US, I’ve heard no news from back home, so that was always in the back of my mind.

Alfie: I search through the mini bar and find nothing worth my while, next to me is a window. I can still see fires raging by the red embers glow through smoke and clouds. “How sad” I say under my breath. Soon enough it’s gotta end, things can only get so bad, I hope...

Tobias: I finally opened my eyes after a while. I didn't want to use all of the hot water, in case Alfie wanted to shower as well, so I reached over and grabbed the hotel provided shampoo and body wash and started to wash myself off. Once I was done I rinsed off all of the soap and let out a quiet sigh, just before I shut off the water.

Alfie: I shout “Hurry up!” jokingly of course. I walk back to the loveseat and plop myself down, my ass got sucked into the chair and a gust of wind went up my back

Tobias: I didn’t respond to Alfie when he called out. I reached out and grabbed a towel as I stepped out of the shower, wrapping it around my waist. I walked over to the sink and turned on the water, then drizzled some hand soap over the bloody parts of my clothes and began to rinse out the stains.

Alfie: I looked at my watch it read “7:57 p.m” it was getting late but I wasn’t tired.

Tobias: I draped my wet clothes over some drying rails so they could dry over night and I open the bathroom door and walked out with a towel wrapped around my waist.

Alfie: I jumped out of the chair as soon as Tobias left the bathroom, I really had to pee. “You all good now?”

Tobias: I nod “I’m sorry I took so long, I don’t normally take long showers.”

Alfie: I chuckle at your response “It’s all good, I was simply messing around. I'm gonna take a shower, make sure you rest up” I begin to close the door.

Tobias: “Wait just before you take a shower, I left my bag on the counter.” I call out before you shut the door.

Alfie: I look to my right and spot the bag, I grab it and walk it over to Tobias “Here you go.” I make my way back to the bathroom

Tobias: “Thanks.” I take the bag and head over to the bed.

Alfie: I shout “YEAH” as I close the door. It was steamy in the bathroom, it felt good against my dry skin. I undid my belt and slid my jeans off. I pulled my boxers off and threw them at the wall just for fun. I fumble through the cabinet right above the sink to look for some soap. I successfully find soap, I hop in the shower and let the hot water run.

Tobias: I sat on the bed and crossed my legs, before setting my backpack down in front of my lap. I unzipped a small pocket and pulled out a dead cell phone and charger, then reached over to plug in the device beside me. I felt a bit of relief when the phone started to charge.

Alfie: I put shampoo in my hair and let it sit, I begin to wonder what i’m going to do with myself tomorrow.

Tobias: Once my phone powered on, I unlocked it immediately and started to make a phone call. I was calling my mother. The phone rang and rang, but after a while I was met with no answer. “Mama…” I let out a low sigh and then continued to talk. “Ich weiß, dass Sie diesen Anruf wahrscheinlich nicht sehen werden. Ich hoffe wirklich, dass es dir und vater gut geht…. Und Emma….” ‘This was pointless’ I thought to myself. “Ich habe dich Lieb, Mutti” I ended the call. I don’t know what I expected, but I hoped for more. I set my phone aside, and stared off at nothing.

Alfie: I wrapped up my shower, dried myself off with a towel that was hanging on the wall and slipped back into my jeans. I sat down on the closed toilet and let my mind run. “What was I going to do to survive” I asked myself. I began to zone out.

Tobias: I set my backpack down on the floor beside the bed, I need to sleep I thought to myself.

Alfie: I snap out of my daze after a few minutes. I make my way out of the bathroom and see that Tobias is sitting in bed. “Hey… so I heard you call someone… Do you mind if I ask who?”

Tobias: I look over to Alfie then glance away. “I was calling my mother.”

Alfie: “Is everything okay?”

Tobias: “There was no answer.”

Alfie: “That could mean a number of things, I'm sure she's alright. It may not be my place to say but, I think you should rest. We can worry about things in the morning.”

Tobias: I slowly nod. “Goodnight Alfie.”

Alfie: I walk over to the light switch and flip it off “Goodnight Tobias” I make my way over to the loveseat and throw myself.

Tobias: I quietly sigh and get under the covers “You locked the door right?”

Alfie: “Indeed I did lock the door, go to bed, I’ll stay awake to make sure nothing happens to us” I stare blankly at the wall in front of me

Tobias: Normally I would have insisted on staying up instead, but I couldn’t stay up much longer before I eventually shut my eyes, falling asleep.

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you dont know me but he told me about you. were just friends so he tells me some personal stuff and you come up sometimes. One day when he wasnt looking i went thru his phone and found your tumblr at the top of his history. he still checks up on you. i wanted to tell you that he wont let me kiss him, he doesnt like to get turned on and says tht sex is only fun when hes in love. i see that you think he used you but i think you used him. he is so nice i wish he would forget about you instead of me

My involvement with him is a very difficult subject for me, especially right now when I am trying so hard to work on myself. My situation with him accelerated a lot of my mental health issues. I suppose you would have only heard his side, and I’m not even completely sure this message wasn’t sent by him for a few reasons which I’ll list at the end of this. But until then I’m going to look at this as if it were someone who was interested in him, I apologise for the doubt but you will see why.

First, I know that he looks at my Tumblr, that he always has. I would change my url but I really love it too much and it has a lot of sentimental meaning to me and I can not let it go. I’m pretty sure when he found it was one of the several times I broke up with him, because I felt like he was invading my diary. I asked him to stop looking at it, obviously he didn’t listen. I am so sorry that he still looks at it, he really shouldn’t. He never should have. I don’t care if close friends or strangers see it, I am very open about things, ask me anything I will give an honest answer. But, if you go through my “personal” tag, like really go through it, you’ll see all the posts I used to make about it. All the pain and confusion he put me through. You will see how depressed I was. I didn’t like to talk to him about things like that, how I was feeling and all, because all he ever did was fuck me. So I’m surprised you are saying he doesn’t like sex unless there is love, because I only recall one or two times, out of the I couldn’t even count how many, where I felt there was love present. If I was too upset to move, his solution was still to fuck me. And I don’t say have sex with me or make love to me because honestly, it only ever felt like he was getting off, and just simply fucking me. I also find it hard to believe that he wouldn’t even kiss you. There have been girls after me, plenty, one of which crossed the line and really opened my eyes that he was toxic to me and I needed him out of my life for now. I don’t know if I want to address that story but if you would like to hear it please contact me somewhere else, where I wouldn’t have to post it publicly. Just because this girl and I have finally become civil and while she is not in my life anymore, I don’t want it to get back to her that I was telling someone this story. People habe the whole thing twisted, it went around like telephone I feel. But anyway, long story short he always made me feel like I was never enough and I was only good for sex. He denies it, but that’s how I felt. He went to other girls while he was involved with me, I was so young I thought he was mine. Silly me. We never did anything other than sit in his room and fuck. A lot of the dynamic of our relationship did happen because we had to keep it a secret from the start. Again, if you want that story please contact me somewhere we could talk in private. But anyway it was never really a loving relationship, it was overall very painful, very draining. I don’t think I was ever worse than when I was with him. And I’m not saying it was because of him, but the whole situation with him, because there were a shit ton of outside factors. I could give more details and explanation, I apologize but I’m trying to keep this only too him, because I don’t want to bring anyone else into it. I could go on and on about this. It was almost two years of my life. The first thing I thought when I started talking to him was, “he could be bad for me, he could destroy me,” and I was nearly right. At the time I was so self destructive and that was exactly what I wanted, and exactly what I got. I am so so sorry that he is now not affectionate towards you, he was towards girls after me. And he was towards me not too long ago. I shouldn’t have agreed to hang out with him just yet but I did, I didn’t realize how much progress I didn’t actually make at the time. But, maybe he stopped being sexual and affectionate towards others because I finally blocked him on everything and he knows there is no longer a chance. He thinks I don’t care anymore but how can I not, obviously I do, and I wish he would let himself get close to someone else. To treat them the way they deserve so he could get all of that back, afterall I wasn’t enough. (And he doesn’t like the way I show affection anyway.) After everything I know he has also been working on himself so I want him to keep going. I want him to find someone that will help him do that, and not drag him back to the past.

I’m going to stop short but please just contact me so you can hear both sides, I know how he twists the story and puts more blame on me. It was both of us, and it was our surroundings. You really can’t make a judgment until you hear both sides, I never felt more used in my life than when I was with him. And for a year I went around having sex with random guys who I know werent interested in me, only my body. It’s weird sometimes I still felt more love from some of those stranges than I did from him.

Anyway now to address why I don’t completely believe this is someone else, and why I think it may be him.1. If you were just friends, why would try to kiss him? small detail but still a question 2. He doesn’t like to get turned on, I don’t really understand that so you’re also a friend trying to turn him on, or does he tell you about girls that try to.3. A while ago, before I had him blocked, he was telling me he was losing interest in sex. I don’t remember the reason being the absence of love.4. I think he used me but you think I used him, is something he says, not some conclusion you would draw from hearing about our past. Unless, he now talks of me only from one side. Which is possible.5. What was the point of sending this to me, what would you get out of a response? Or did you just want to hurt and upset me, because that is what this did.6. He hates when girls go through his phone, he has a lot to hide (from my experience and while I was involved with him) but this leads me to the next7. If he found out he would be upset, so why would you message me here, where I would have to post publicly. And if he really does check my blog often, he would obviously see. Did you want him to? Or was this just sent by him?

Which is mainly why I believe this was sent from him, and he wanted to see how I still felt. He always used to guilt me, I believe this may just be another form of that. I think I was the most forgiving and gullible girl he ever got involved with, so when he needs someone, he thinks I will still always be there. In a way I will always be there, just not always like I used to. He was a huge part of my life I will always care and miss him, but there is no room for that right now, while I am working on myself. If there is any bit of truth in this ask, and he is not giving a good friend a chance because of me, then I am terribly sorry. Although, I am currently sceptical of this actually being the case. If this message wasn’t sent by him, please whoever sent it contact me somewhere else any social media or something, message me again off anon if you have an account. I feel like we need to talk more about this if you have only heard his side, and now my VERY abridged version. If this was him I unblocked you on Snapchat so message me I left too many doors open I am sorry.

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