#I don't know if this ask was meant to come across as being bitchy and insinuating that I personally blurred any tattoos

[bowieisworried]

whats up with the blur on the forearm tattoo?

Seeing as you didn't say what this was in reference to, I'm just going to have to guess.

If I've recently put out a set for Taemin's enlistment countdown (I have no idea what's getting posted because I scheduled them so far in advance) and his burning heart tattoo is blurred out then it was like that in the original video.

Off the top of my head I know that the interview video he did when he was still in active service blurred it and I think it was visible but blurred in some of the Atlantis jacket shoot video.

If this isn't to do with that though then I've got no clue what this ask is about.

And if it is about Taemin's forearm tattoo then yeah, I didn't blur it, I never would. Blame the editors of the original videos, or Korean society/lawmakers for having weird hangups about tattoos, I don't know. Not me anyhoo.

#.ask #.anon #I don't know if this ask was meant to come across as being bitchy and insinuating that I personally blurred any tattoos #if not then apologies #If yes #feck thee off #I'm fucking covered in tattoos #including one for Jonghyun #and soon to be another for Taemin #so no #I would not blur folks tattoos #feckin hell #I'm so tired of this fkn site

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Omg hello! Can I request Tangerine and Lemon as older brothers of a kid sibling? How good of older brothers would they be? I don’t mind if it’s afab or gn you can pick! Thank you so much

hii!! I love this, and they'd be amazing big brothers! I did change the reader to teenager, hope that's okay? just so that its easier to imagine etc. thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

the three musketeers

tangerine x lemon x f reader (siblings)

wc || 0.7k

warnings || swearing and fluff

also the twins way of speaking aren't typos, I just made them very english lmao

masterlist + rules

taglist

As the youngest sister to a pair of protective fruit-named twins, you were looked after well and always kept out of harm's way. They weren't too fond of their baby teenage sister following in their occupational footsteps, so they did everything they could to deter you from that kind of life.

Every other week, you and your brothers would meet up for a quaint sibling dinner at the location chosen on the spinning wheel. Today the wheel had selected Lemon's city centre flat, which meant he was hosting tonight's dinner for the third time in a row. As you were still living at home, the options were pretty limited; the only options being Lemon's flat or Tan's place. They weren't too keen on going out to dinner in a public location in case things went sideways and you got caught in the crossfire. They didn't mean to come across as controlling, they were just like that because they love you.

As your brothers were often out of town and away on missions, you didn't get to see them as much as you had hoped, but with some simple persuasion, you convinced them to book one day off every fortnight, especially for you. So to prepare for this evening's dinner, you spent the afternoon making the most-favoured dessert of choice; homemade lemon meringue pie. Usually, everyone would bring something as a way to lighten the load for the host; Tangerine tended to bring alcohol, Lemon would take some kind of cheese, and you'd make a sweet treat for after.

"When's it ready? I'm starving," you question, whine drenching your tone. "Been here like half hour, why ain't it in front of me?" you playfully provoke Lemon, discreetly winking to your other brother, who was snickering into the ball of his hand.

"Oi, watch your tone with me, mardy bum," Lemon replies, his hands adjusting his cutesy pink apron. "I'll poison yer food," his eyes widened as if to emphasise.

"Where'd yer get that apron, mate? Knick it off that granny downstairs?" Tangerine chirps in.

"Ha ha ha, you guys are so funny," Lem sarcastically replies with faux playful features. "Get fucked, the pair of ya." He turns on his heel and smacks the spoon on the back of your brother's head.

"Watch it, knobhead," Tan grunts, rubbing the sauce from his hair onto the sofa. "What a dick," nodding over to the now empty doorway. "So, what's been going on with you? What you been up to lately?"

"Nothing much," you shrug, turning your attention to the tv.

"How'd that date go? That guy in your class, what's his name again?"

"It was alright," you shrug again, avoiding your brother's hard gaze.

"He was a dick, weren't he?"

"I don't know… he didn't turn up," you awkwardly laugh. "Hey, want any help in there?" you call out, trying to avoid Tan's persistent questioning.

"You tryna distract me?"

You slide off the sofa, practically running away as you join Lemon in the kitchen. "Shut up… what's up with all these questions, man? Like a fucking gameshow,"

Tangerine chases after you, darting over to join Lemon before you could get there. "Guess what? That shit of a guy she was meant to be seeing? The little prick stitched her up." He interrupts, looking at your brother in approval.

"He did what? Why'd he do that?" Lem asks, placing the tray on the counter, his gaze darting between you both. "That why you been bitchy recently?" he jokes, earning him a firm slap on the chest. "You're right, sorry… what you want us to do? Fuck him up a bit?"

"Scare him? Threaten him?" Tangerine pipes in, arms folded as if the conversation of threats was normal.

"No, god no… just leave it, he's a dick anyway,"

"We're sorry," Lemon says softly, walking around the island to join you, tightly hugging into your side.

"Yeah, sorry… there's better ones out there," Your other brother adds, hugging your other side.

"This is so embarrassing," you mumble, cowering from their affections.

"We'll leave ya alone," Tangerine says, knowing you didn't really mean it.

Immediately wrapping your arms around your brothers, pulling them in. "No… not yet,"

"Sommat burning?"

@tangerinesgf @kpopgirlbtssvt @v1ntage-daydr3am @earth-elemental18 @ashlynhasmanyhyperfixations @idontknowwhattohaveasmyuser @thewinterv @navs-bhat @ilovetangerinewithallmyheart @theredvelvetbitch @randomawesomeperson102 @lov3lypeaches7 @princess-pebbles-things @astermath @dynamitehacke @ugh09876554444 @boldlyimportantface @charmedkim @fruitlovertangerine @psiiconic @bubblezuku @sporadiccherryblossomfan

#tangerine #tangerine bullet train #lemon bullet train #lemon #lemon and tangerine #tangerine and lemon #tangerine fluff #lemon fluff #bullet train fanfic #bullet train au #tangerine x sister reader #lemon x sister reader #lemon fanfic #tangerine fanfiction

[badnikbreaker]

You come across as elitist. I'm sure you don't mean to, but I just wanted you to know that it can be intimidating for people who may want to write with you.

normally i would delete this but yknow what. what am i, if not a glutton for punishment, and this is feedback i've gotten before. i just genuinely don't understand how.

my rules outright beg mutuals to send me asks and write me starters unprompted. i regularly encourage people to just assign our muses a pre-established relationship. i am constantly posting and reblogging opens and prompts and starter calls. i am nothing but encouraging in inviting my mutuals to write with me. i send ppl prompts all the time. i am doing just about everything short of DMing each mutual individually to be like 'can we write pwease?'

like, who am i being elitist to? because i'm sure as hell not being elitist to mutuals, since i am pleading with them to write with me, and i'm allowed to have boundaries about not writing with nonmutuals. if THAT'S what you mean, you don't take issue with me being elitist, the issue is me having boundaries. is it cause i write with the same handful of people a lot? some of that is because those folks are my friends, most of it is that those folks are the ones who actually write with me, who like my starter calls and send me asks and answer my asks and et cetera. like, what is my "it" that can be intimidating? is it just me like...liking my own writing? not visibly hating myself?

i know this answer is coming across as bitchy, and i'm genuinely sorry about that. i believe with all my heart that this wasn't meant to be a mean message. but this is a genuinely baffling and hurtful thing to hear when i am begging in my literal rules for my mutuals to write with me. when i am constantly throwing out opens and prompts to make it easy to do that. when i am so open about my willingness to come up with aus or verses to justify writing with pretty much any muse. when i am honest about how i'm not great at plotting but i'm always happy to do so when folks bring me an idea! when i am saying 'it doesn't have to be hard, let's just have fun!' like, i genuinely don't know what more i could be doing.

#i try so hard to make it easy for mutuals to write with me!!!!!!!! so its so...wild 2 hear this sort of thing #anon despite the tone of this im not angry at u just a little frustrated abt This Topic #and i get that sometimes what this rly boils down 2 is 'i want 2 write with u but im not confident enough' #but like. with all due respect! that has nothing 2 do with me #i cant fix anyones shyness or lack of confidence and its not my job 2 manage either #ANYWAY.

[nyerus]

Hi Nyerus! I hope you're doing so well. I thought about asking about this on Twitter but I felt like this was maybe a safer spot to do so 😆 I personally love Starember's art but I'm also a white person with light eyes so... I guess I wondered about what your opinion was about the discussion of Starember whitewashing it as the panels are coming along. Like Hua Cheng has blue eyes in the birthday art.

I don't mean this to be judgy or accusatory or anything so I sincerely hope it doesn't come across as bitchy or anything like that. I just have had conflicting feelings today. Anyway, if you feel like answering this, yay, and if you don't, please don't feel pressured to! I hope you're having a great Chongus birthday week! Take care 💛

Hi there anon!

So I'm speaking as a South Asian with quite dark brown skin, but that isn't much to do with "credentials" about this matter. Just putting it out there so no one thinks I'm brushing off these types of issues, because I am someone who is directly affected by both racism by white/white-passing people, as well as colorism in my own communities and even family.

Getting to the point, I don't see how it is whitewashing per se when Hua Cheng noticbly has more tan skin, it's just him having light colored eyes. Which, as we've seen before, STARember likes to play around with characters eye color a lot just for effect. (Think about Pei Ming having magenta eyes lol.) People who have dark skin like myself can and do have light colored eyes. I have those genes running in my own family (though didn't inherit them lol), for example, and it's just not as uncommon as you'd think. Sequestering such characteristics as "white" is troublesome for a variety of reasons that I'm sure I don't have to get into.

A friend also pointed out to me that it looks very much like a depiction based on non-Han ethnic groups, which definitely makes sense given that Hua Cheng was low-key meant to be of a mixed ethnicity based on what MXTX said. Moreover, as I've seen others remark on it, wolves are kind of stereotypically know for having those bright blue eyes, so the first thing I thought about was that, too. So it could very well be a mix of these two things leading to him being drawn with more tan skin and light colored eyes. Regardless, I personally did not immediately think "whitewashing" when I saw this art. At the end of the day, it's a Chinese artist drawing a Chinese character, and Chinese fans are able to speak up for themselves if need be, if they feel there's whitewashing happening.

It's fine to feel complicated about stuff. I certainly am over several things from STARember, as well as the manhua at large, and the donghua alike. And for a bit of a example about the potential whitewashing thing, Xie Lian is literally depicted with brown hair and hazel/gold eyes in the donghua, just as a reminder. Ling Wen also has blue eyes and gray hair. And those weren't fun AU one-offs, it was a conscious art decision for the whole character design, yet there is no one getting up in arms about "whitewashing" there. I like those depictions just because they're cool, and it's not atypical to see that in fantasy works anyway. Others don't like it, and their reasons are all fine. There are also several fan artists who regularly draw Xie Lian with rather dark skin, more than just tanned, but we do not lambast them or anything. Things like that make some other people uncomfortable, including PoCs, and that's valid on their part.

Yes, there's absolutely still a discussion to be had about the widespread issues of colorism in Asian society and such. There's even been great discussions on racist depictions within the novel itself on MXTX's part and so on. Being that I've been pulled aside at the airport for "random screening" multiple times (😐 like lol) as the only brown person in a crowd, I absolutely cringed at the depiction in the novel of the Ban Yue people, for example. It was disheartening to read. And yet we still enjoy this novel as a whole while acknowledging there's troublesome parts. This is similar to the depiction of actual South Asians in other danmei being, in a word, "ugh." Assigning huge societal issues to a few creators -- especially ones in marginalized communities -- is turning a blind eye to the actual source of those issues. Not that we should sit and do nothing, but as they say, fandom really is not activism. It only serves as a way to feel good without actually doing anything.

Real life and real people are complicated and messy, and expecting them to be completely free of any issues -- especially when those issues are societal -- before we "let ourselves" enjoy things is frankly kind of dangerous. It's how we get rabid fans who idolize people to an unhealthy amount and think they can do no wrong, and also how we dehumanize creators to turn them into boogeymen despite not knowing them at all. The phrase "all your faves are problematic" is true. All your content is also flawed because everyone has underlying prejudices that take years or decades to unlearn and unpack. By everyone I mean everyone. And that's okay, because that's how it is, and we have to be mindful of it. Don't idolize creators -- enjoy their works and go, if you like it. Now, if creators are intentionally causing harm, and welding influence and power to do so, that is one thing. But again, we are talking about niche creators in niche fields, who aren't even paid well and aren't active on social media. It's no surprise why they are singled out, given that they are much easier targets than bigger fish, for people who otherwise feel helpless in their everyday lives to make/affect societal change. I get it, because I used to be on that side of the fence.

Additionally, it's really important to keep in mind that groups are not a monolith. What I may enjoy as a South Asian, other South Asians and brown folks may not. This goes for anything and any media, quite frankly. And it's not possible to enjoy media in a totally "clean" way, and anyone who says it is absolutely has skeletons in their own closet. The goalposts will always move. Guilting people into displaying their morality based on their media consumption has become, in itself, problematic. I don't want to get too much further into it on this blog, though. I've said too much already!

Listen to what others have to say on the matter, especially if it's from a group you are not a part of, and make your decisions based on what you feel is correct. Keep in mind that we are talking about queer art about fictional queer characters, here. Not about real people, or over creators who have any significant power. Anon, I don't want to tell you how to feel. I just want to say that you don't have to internalize everything and feel guilty because you're afraid another person on the internet is going to judge you or something.

#asks #anon

[heliosoll]

https://heliosoll.tumblr.com/post/690825429492416512/i-really-hate-the-term-clone-people-talk-about

Omg nooo😭😭😭I'm not new here and I did not come at you or anything. I'm just expressing my opinion on how I've seen people in twitter and here too, talking about clones and being worried about them. I know fully well that you have talked about this before. I'm sorry if I sounded rude or anything but I really did not mean anything like that.

Also, I meant how will the clone just do things like bad things. It's still you. It won't just do stuff because it's you and you are controlling yourself and your reality.

Also, I don't understand how you took my tone negatively cause I started speaking about people in general? So when I said you, I didn't mean you but you as in the "people". I really don't understand how you took me as a bitch when I was helping people understand that clones isn't what some shifters treat it like. It wasn't regarding any post or ask of yours but my general opinion. Cause I'm seeing many people talk about it these days. I randomly sent that ask here because you have a shifting blog. Ngl, I'm pretty hurt by how you talked to me.

I read your ask negatively because it sounded like you were talking to me specifically. Like that's literally it. And while I wouldn't usually get offended by that obviously, that ask came directly after I answered a different anon about clones and I thought you were mad at my response to them. It sounded like you were speaking directly to me and about my response. Even with you mentioning other people, it can still be read as you talking about me, especially since you sent it to me.

I'm gonna be honest, it was mostly the "so how will your clone apparently, do anything" comment. Since I mentioned in my response to the other person that my clone would handle asks if I set time to pass by, I thought you were saying my clone somehow wouldn't be able to do that. And with the rest of your message essentially being "your clone is you and it'll just do what you normally do", it made me really confused and I assumed you were directing that energy at me specifically.

I'm sorry for not clarifying your intentions first and just assuming you were being a bitch, but I can't apologize for defending myself on the chance you were. I get a lot of hate asks about shifting directed toward me and my anons and I usually can't assume they're being nice. I'm glad you understand where I'm coming from in regards to clones and I'm glad you felt comfortable enough to be honest with me about this! I know I'm being very cordial in this response but I do hope it comes across that I'm sorry about hurting your feelings.

I'm probably going to edit my response to your first ask now that I know you weren't talking about me specifically and instead about the general shifting community. Because with that in mind, I absolutely agree with you and your message doesn't come off as bitchy at all. It was really more about the timing unfortunately. I wanted to defend myself and the other anon and assumed you were being mean to me because of it. I can't lie and say I wasn't sure because I was pretty confident in thinking you were directing that to me but next time I will double check just in case.

And just to clarify the tone thing, I have a hard time reading tones and intentions through the internet. Your ask doesn't sound mean to you because you sent it with the intention of being nice. But I can't read your mind and since I thought you were sending that to me because of the other ask, in my head it sounds a lot meaner. It sounds like you're including me when you say "people" and that you're talking to me specifically when you say "you". And since I also agree with everything you said, it sounded like you just didn't read any of my clone posts and assumed I was one of those people you were talking about.

I am sorry for hurting your feelings. I don't know if that comes across properly since I'm also explaining why I reacted that way but hopefully it does. I don't want anyone here to feel like they can't talk to me honestly and I'm really happy that you at least felt comfortable confronting me about it :) It's totally cool if you don't feel comfy here anymore and want to dip though! Trust me, I don't mind if you don't want to interact with me anymore. I've had plenty of interactions with people who assumed I was being mean when I wasn't and I didn't want to talk to them anymore even after it got cleared up. It's an unfortunate side of talking online :( I'm a lot better with face to face conversations since you also get the context of voice and body tone.

#your ask was also unfortunately nice enough that i felt comfortable answering it #usually when i get hate asks theyre just a little tooo mean and i dont feel comfortable posting them #since i assumed you were being a bitch and your ask was tame enough i felt comfy posting it #oops #thats on me!! #anyway i love you and i agree with your now sexy ask <3 #letters 🎀

[elenothar]

For the WiP titles meme, I'd love to know more about:

Tomb Sirens

Wu Xie & Xiao Hua

Academic Colleagues fic

wu xie birthday week

Forest Weilan

I'm cheating a bit because I know about several of those already. XD

And if you don't want to do all of these, you can pick however many you want. ;D

Only half the list, huh ;D

I'll do brief bits on all of them, let's see...

Tomb Sirens

Not much written for this, though I'm still invested in the idea. Another installment of my ace!Wu Xie agenda, this time featuring tomb critters that seduce with their voice, and only Wu Xie being unaffected and for once getting to save Xiaoge and Pangzi both.

Wu Xie & Xiao Hua

Post heihua movie, Wu Xie and Xiao Hua getting into (and themselves out of, because they can both be terrifying) some trouble

It’s not every day that Wu Xie gets a message from Hei Xiazi that’s not a terrible joke or an even more terrible meme.               Keep an eye on Hua-er for me, will you? The contents of the message, on the other hand, aren’t very surprising. They might both deny it until they’re blue in the face, but Hei Xiazi and Xiao Hua have soft spots for each other a mile wide, and Wu Xie should know. He’s caught them sneaking off for a quick fuck often enough, and besides only people deeply invested in each other can attain that level of personalised bitchiness interspersed with over-the-top protective gestures. Again, Wu Xie should know.

Academic Colleagues fic

That one was a bit of a vague idea, but I wanted (surprise, surprise), to write some more about Shen Wei and Dragon City University, post canon.

These days, Shen Wei keeps his office door open out of sheer stubbornness, overlooking the frequent invasions of people who have no business at the university in order to keep being as approachable as possible to the spooked student body. Which is how he hears Zhang Ruonan, recently returned from her sabbatical looking rather healthier than when he’s last seen her, say loud and clear: “Oh, you’re looking for Professor Shen’s office? You’re in the wrong building, I’m afraid.” She then proceeds to give very detailed directions to a storage closet in the maths faculty building halfway across campus, and a female voice thanks her for her trouble. When Zhang Ruonan appears in his office a minute later, looking rather self-satisfied, Shen Wei raises a brow. “Oh, don’t look at me like that,” Zhang Ruonan says. “You don’t need any more reporters haranguing you.”

wu xie birthday week

ignoring the fact that this was meant for wu xie's birthday last year just general tomb shenanigans, vaguely inspired by daemons

“Xiaoge,” Pangzi said, speaking out of the corner of his mouth as if to avoid spooking someone – ok, so maybe Wu Xie was a little spooked at this point, but still, rude – “are you seeing what I’m seeing?” “Hm.” That was definitely Xiaoge’s assenting, which begged the question – what exactly was it that they were seeing? Slowly, he turned his head to the right, expecting a monster maybe, or a heap of treasure, or the entrance to a side chamber they’d overlooked earlier. He very much did not expect to find himself face to face with a hovering, translucent in a kind of glittery way… snake? Furry snake with gem-like eyes in disturbingly familiar shading of brown? He might have to give the other two a pass for staring because Wu Xie was also staring.

Forest Weilan

Just me marrying my thing for trees with my thing for Guardian, featuring Shen Wei getting stuck in a tree (not that I got there yet in the writing).

In retrospect, they probably shouldn’t have split up. Nothing good ever comes from splitting up, particularly when it comes to Shen Wei’s propensity to seek out trouble. Shen Wei, incidentally, says the same about Zhao Yunlan, but really, only one of them keeps ending up tied to pillars in various places as soon as he goes off alone. It had seemed the logical thing to do at the time. They’d been asked to help find a missing snake tribe kid (well, Shen Wei had been asked, because he can cover a lot of ground with his portals and Zhao Yunlan had invited himself along). Zhu Hong had been pretty certain there was no foul play involved, just a curious youngster who’d strayed too far into the woods, probably frightened out of his wits by now. Normally the Yashou would handle the matter themselves, but lately they’ve been making an effort at increased cooperation.

WIP titles here

#ask game answers #fanfic #guardian #dmbj

[artificialqueens]

Y'all Don't Even Care About Me (Biadore) - Whiskey Neat

A/N: I’m finally back! It’s been a while since I’ve written but I got struck with some random inspiration recently and this fic is the product of that. I also wrote out a whole outline for another fic today so hopefully that one will be coming soon. But yeah, here’s more Biadore angst *pretends to be shocked* I went a bit dialogue crazy in this one but I think it came together okay. Enjoy!

Summary: Adore gets caught up in her own head and Bianca expresses her feelings.

Things felt different since their conversation earlier. Adore had gone off about one of her exes yet again, which led to an even deeper discussion about how she felt that no one loved or cared about her.

The irony of it all was that she was having this conversation with the ONE person who had always been there for her no matter what.

There were countless examples of how well Bianca Del Rio treated her:

Who lent her money when she was running short? Bianca.

Who stood by her side no matter how much trouble her bad decisions put her in? Bianca.

Who held her hair back when she was feeling sick? Bianca.

But somehow Adore always ended up complaining that no one cared, and quite honestly, Bianca was sick of it. It was difficult hearing those words fall from the younger queen’s lips, as if all the things Bianca had done didn’t matter to Adore at all.

Deep down, Bianca knew Adore didn’t have ill intention when she seemingly overlooked her love and kindness. Adore often spoke from emotion rather than logic, resulting in her saying things she didn’t truly mean. Some days Bianca could look past it, other days it bothered her quite a bit…and today was one of those days.

She decided to make Adore aware of how disrespected she felt when she said those things. Adore denied ever overlooking her, leading to an exchange of heated words which resulted in the two not speaking for the rest of the afternoon.

*later that evening*

“Willow, can you help me make a design for my dress?” Adore asked hesitantly, hoping that Bianca’s anger from earlier had dwindled out over the past few hours.

“And why would I do that?” Bianca asked flatly from her seat on the couch. So much for the anger being gone…

“Because you love me?” Adore replied, putting on her most innocent pout.

“Do I?” Bianca asked, looking her dead in the eye.

Adore faltered, sensing that there was not one hint of humor in Bianca’s tone.

“…..d-don’t you?”

The silence that followed, on top of Bianca’s harsh glare filled the air with the most unbearable tension either of the two had ever felt.

As soon as those words left Bianca’s lips, Adore could swear she felt her heart drop into her stomach. Her eyes stung with tears and her legs suddenly felt weak as she stared back into Bianca’s icy brown eyes.

“You…you really don’t-“ Adore’s breath hitched, hot tears stinging her cheeks. The doubts spiraled around her brain and it felt far worse than the heartbreak any ex boyfriend had given her.

“Of course I fucking do! Don’t you get it?” Bianca exclaimed, unable to look at the complete and utter heartbreak on the taller queen’s face any longer.

“No. Apparently I don’t.” Adore said through tears, shaky legs carrying her to sit on the pale gray arm chair across from Bianca.

Bianca sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Can you please try to understand then?”

Adore shrugged, looking down at her chipped nail polish and picking at it.

“You come and talk all this bullshit to me about how no one cares about you, and no one loves you, bla bla bla. But do you not realize that I do?! Do you not realize that I would not sit there and listen to you if I didn’t care?”

“I didn’t mean-“

“No. Let me finish. I let you sleep in my room…not even just in my room, but in my bed when we’re on tour…whenever you want, drunk or sober. Hell, we even cuddle. I always answer the door or pick up the phone for you no matter how late it is or how tired I am because I want to know that you’re safe and that you’re okay. And when you’re not, I’ll listen to you talk and I’ll be your shoulder to cry on until you feel better. I would not do that for anyone else. I love my other friends but they know I’m not picking up the phone for them at 4 in the morning. Do you know why I do that for you though? Because I fucking care about you. I want to see you happy and I’ll do anything in my power to make sure that you are. Why? Because I fucking love you Danny.” Bianca ranted, pacing back and forth in front of Adore.

By this time a fresh wave of tears was cascading down Adore’s cheeks. She didn’t know what to say. Of course Bianca loved her, she knew that. She hardly ever doubted that until moments like the start of their fight a few minutes ago. Luckily for her, she had time to collect herself as Bianca continued before she had the chance to speak.

“So that’s why it bothers me when you tell me no one cares…when you’re literally talking to someone who does. Because it feels like all the things I do don’t even matter to you. And I know you don’t do it on purpose but fuck Danny…I just,” Bianca sighed, kneeling in front of Adore and taking her hands, “I just wish you would see how much I love you.”

Adore inhaled a shaky breath. “Of course it fucking matters Yanx…it all matters…so much. You mean everything to me…” She whispered with a soft sob.

Bianca lightly tugged at Adore���s hands until the younger queen joined her on the floor, engulfing her in her arms.

“That’s why I got so scared when you said that earlier. I thought I fucked up for real this time and I was gonna lose you for good…” Adore whimpered into Bianca’s shoulder, wrapping her arms in a death grip around her.

“I never meant to make you feel like that. Like I don’t appreciate you…or like what you do doesn’t matter. I think about it all the time and sometimes it just doesn’t feel real because no ones ever loved me like you do. And I’m scared-“ Adore’s voice wavered, “I’m so scared that one day you’re just gonna stop. That you’ll get sick of putting me back together and taking care of me and I’m so sorry Bianca, please don’t leave me!” Adore dissolved into sobs again.

“Hey no, I would never leave you. Where’s this coming from, Pussyface?” Bianca asked, realizing now that this was a lot deeper than she had originally thought.

“I just don’t get like…why would wouldn’t? I’m a fucking mess, Bianca. All the time. Don’t you get tired of it?”

“I get irritated sometimes, sure. But it’s never bad enough for me to want to abandon you. I don’t think there’s anything you could do that would make me want to do that. You’re too important to me Danny.”

Adore sighed shakily against Bianca’s chest, staying quiet and focusing on the sound of the older queens heartbeat.

“I’m serious. I would never ever abandon you…no matter how angry or annoyed I get. I want to see you happy and if you need my help I’ll be here. Always.” Bianca promised, rubbing her hand up and down the younger queen’s back.

“I know. I know you will…I just-“ Adore wiped her nose on her sleeve. “I’m sorry.”

“You don’t need to be.”

“Yes I do. I’m sorry I don’t tell you I appreciate you more…and I’m sorry for being so dramatic about this and about just like…everything? But I’m only like half sorry for doubting you so quick earlier.”

“I shouldn’t have given you a reason to.”

“No, you shouldn’t have. Don’t ever do it again, Bianca. That made me feel like the biggest fucking piece of shit ever.”

“What…are you gonna punish me if I do it again?” Bianca joked, with a smirk.

“It’s not funny!” Adore whined, desperately trying to hold back the smile that was creeping onto her lips.

“Okay! Okay…all joking aside, I’m sorry for that. It was bitchy even for me and I won’t ever do it again. I could literally see your heart breaking and that made ME feel like the biggest piece of shit ever.” Bianca replied. “Now can we quit all this sappy shit and just kiss and make up already?”

“But you never let me kiss you…” Adore pouted.

Bianca sighed, “Just this once.”

Adore sat up and pressed her lips against Bianca’s cheek. “I love you Yanx” she mumbled against the warm flesh. “I’m so glad I have you.”

#rpdr fanfiction #biadore #adore delano #bianca del rio #whiskey neat #angst #fluff #canon compliant #submission

[blazedgraysons]

Tbh a reason people might not add tags or whatever is because they don't want to be judged for giving feedback. Some people want a "everything you wrote is perfect" but that's not honeat and nowadays people would be upset by honest feedback. If someone were to critique a fixc aka review it ppl will get upset (& nothing bad but more like "I like the fic but it the character ___ lacks ____").l I have noticed that if a writer doesn't get a kiss ass note then they get upset. So might as well not.

(I don't mean criticism in a bad way but see? I feel like I can't even honestly say something for fear of getting shitted on. Writers on here do that. And if it's great and such then people send in an anon, but that's not what y'all want then? Also some people can like a fic, but not like something in it so they don't reblog it. I would sometimes go to reblog but the writer doesn't have a good attitude so I refrain from reblogging or click like. Sometimes it's not the work but the writer.2/3)

(There are good fixes out there, but the writer is at times the reason why some don't reblog or click like. Let's be real. I notice that there's talent on here, but it comes with a bitchy attitude. If someone gives feedback then the writer takes it as an insult and then their followers go and be like "don't listen to them it was perfect" so that doesn't help. It sucks when the work is good and you miss out on it because of the writer's attitude. 3/3)

hi hello! i’m not sure if this was directed at me, but i feel i’ve always been super open into receiving feedback and wanting to know what i can do to make my writing better. if i haven’t done a good enough of a job in stating that, i guess let me reiterate: you can tell me what i can do better, and i’m not going to get offended. i want to improve, i want to get better. i think it would be overly arrogant for me to assume that my writing is absolutely perfect. that’s a part of the reason why i mentioned i look through tags, look at what else is doing well so i can know how to improve. 

if my attitude ever comes off bitchy, i’m sorry lmao. i just don’t really sugarcoat things and i’ve always spoken about how i feel. a lot of the times being blunt or getting to the point can come off that way, but in no means am i trying to come off as rude or arrogant, i’m just speaking how i feel as a writer and saying things that a lot of other people feel. it does suck to spend hours writing a piece and it not doing well, and sometimes the only way to get that point across is to say it point blank simple. like i said, i’m not trying to come off as rude, but it’s just how i speak.

as for feedback to authors, i think it’s understanding how things come across. i don’t think a lot of authors would mind criticism of their work or how to improve it. i think the issue is when asks come off as entitled or like you said rude. just how you don’t want to interact with an author that comes across bitchy, we don’t want to interact with anons that do as well. i’ve seen plenty of authors get asks that were probably meant to help, but came across as rude or entitled which then is like yeah we don’t want to take it into consideration. what you said is perfect! “ i think it would be really good if you did xyz,” “in the next part you should consider trying out xyz”, “maybe if you fixed xyz this could happen.” we love getting comments like that. but when we get comments like “this is horrible if you don’t do this” “why the fuck do you do this” “um can you not do this it’s annoying” (all shit i’ve seen other people get), obviously our attitude is not going to be the best. 

anyways i try my best to be kind to everyone and like i said, if I've ever come off as anything less, i apologize lmaoo. and i’m not soft, i promise. if you ever have something you want to say about what i write, i take it because at the end of the day, i just want to hear what i’m doing right and doing wrong. anyways thanks for giving me your pov, it was really helpful.

(also no one has to come defend me. there’s nothing to defend here.this was a good point, and if we’re gonna have these conversations about reblogs, engagements and interactions, we have to be open to listen.)

[fanwarriorfictions]

One-

A Stranger Things Fanfic

Chapter One- Part Two

   Phina tapped her foot anxiously throughout the last class of her day. Her classmates glared at her but didn't say anything.

"And that's how..... Phina are you all right," the teacher stopped by her desk as he asked.

"Nope," she replied popping the p in the word.

The teacher frowned at her but continued on with the class. Everyone turned their eyes back to the front of the class, except Steve Harrington. Steve stared at her, and she felt his gaze on her.

The two had the unfortunate luck of sitting next to each other in the three classes they shared, every, single, one. Phina didn't know if fate was against them, or if the teachers just wanted them to suffer. Being that close to him was enough to make her angry, and for him to be staring at her, added to the fire.

"I'd suggest you turn that pretty head of yours forward Harrington," she snapped quietly.

He did exactly that, but continued to keep glancing at her through the corner of his eye.

Each time his eyes would land on her, she wanted to snap at him, but restrained herself, tapping her foot even more each time. He opened his mouth like he was going to say something, and Phina prepared to sarcastically reply.

The bell wrung and Phina stood as fast as lightening, knocking her chair over in the process. Saved by the bell, Phina thought to herself. Steve shook his head and slowly packed his things up, watching her from the corner of her eye.

Phina glared sharply at him and grabbed her things, rushing out of the room, not caring that she ran into to people on the way out. Getting away from Harrington as fast as possible was worth the bitchy comments she got.

All day, she'd felt this terrible coldness in her stomach, the utter wrongness of it scared her, and mixing Steve Harrington with that, how she made it through the day was a miracle.

She hurried to her locker, shoving away the things she didn't need and grabbing what she did. She needed to get out of the school, it was suffocating her.

"What's got your panties in a twist," she heard Tommy's voice from behind her.

She slammed her locker shut, louder than what was probably necessary, and turned to walk away. Phina was not up for his bullshit today.

"Nuh-uh, answer me weirdo," Tommy said as he grabbed her shoulder and turned her around.

"The thought of having to see your ugly face for one more second is making me a little queasy," she snapped.

"Ouch, that hurt," Tommy poured playfully.

"Good," Phina bit out, spinning on her heel, "hopefully I'll deflate your big head a little."

Carol stood behind her, blocking Phina's path. A small crowd formed around them, almost as if they sensed the fight brewing. It's wouldn't be the first time Phina had fought one of them, just never when the other was near.

"Where do you think your going," Carol smirked.

Phina glared at her, "home."

"What home. The Wheeler's? Ha! That ain't your home. Your home is probably in some hole out in the forest, just like the one they found you in," Carol laughed.

A low growl escaped Phina's throat. That had always been Carol's go to insult, and no matter how many times Phina heard it, it still stung.

"Hey hey hey, leave her alone alright?"

Phina turned to look at who said it, Steve.

"I don't need you to defend me Harrington," she spat.

"Don't flatter yourself Wheeler, I'm trying to keep my friends out of trouble," he shot back.

She rolled her eyes and turned back to Carol. Carol smiled sourly at Phina, and Phina smiled back, like a vicious snake, before walking forward, her shoulder roughly hitting Carol's.

Phina sat at the dinner table of her house, the rest of her family too. She stared blankly into her plate, upset about Will, he was officially missing. When her mom had told her when she got home, all she wanted to do was cry. The feeling she had all day, even the night before, it was about Will.

Mike, who sits to Phina's left, starts talking, "We should be out there right now. We should be helping look for him."

Karen looks at him, "we've been over this, the Chief said..."

"I don't care what the Chief said" Mike snaps.

"Michael," Karen says, aghast.

"He's right you know. Will could be in danger right now," Phina jumps in, aiding her brother.

"All the more reason to stay put," Karen states.

Mike starts to argue, "mom..."

"We could join the search party," Phina adds in.

"End of discussion," she snaps.

Everyone goes silent, Phina grabs Mike's hand under the table to comfort him. He smiles sadly at her.

Nancy then looks at her mom, "so. Me and Barb we're gonna study for the chemistry test at her house tonight. That's cool, right?"

"No. Not cool," Karen answers.

"What? Why not," Nancy whines.

"What do you think? Am I speaking Chinese in this house? Until we know Will is safe, no one leaves."

She doesn't leave any room for argument. Karen lookes over at Phina pointedly, daring her to ask to leave tonight like her siblings. Phina held up her hands in surrender, she didn't want to go anywhere, the only place she would want to go to would be the Byers' house, and she knew they needed time to be together.

"So we're under house arrest," Nancy asks.

"Don't be dramatic Nancy," Karen sighs.

Phina can practically see the anger radiating off of her younger sister, and she had no idea how to diffuse the situation, before it got bad.

"This is such bullshit," Nancy yells.

Ted finally speaks up, "language!"

"Barb lives two minutes away. Just because Mike's friend got lost on his way home," Phina cuts Nancy off.

"Don't you dare blame this on Will."

"Nancy take that back," Karen snaps.

Nancy looks at her angered, "no!"

Phina glares at her about to snap, but Mike beats her to it, "you're just pissed because you want to hang out with Steve!"

"Steve?" Ted asks.

"Who's Steve?" Karen asks.

"Her new boyfriend," Mike says smugly.

"You're such a douchebag Mike!" Nancy yells.

"Language," Ted yells.

Phina rubs her temples, an ache had started forming in her head.

Nancy stands up and storms up to her room.

"Nancy! Come back! Nancy!"

"Leave her alone," Phina says calmly, "she'snot thinking rationally, try to talk to her now and you'll both say things you don't mean."

Karen looks at her daughter and sighs deeply, nodding, she knew Phina was right. Holly starts to get a little upset so Karen starts to sush her, trying to ease her daughter's, and her own stress.

"See Michael, this is what happens," Ted says disappointedly at Mike, like he was entirely at fault here.

"What happens when what! We're the only one acting normal here," Mike yells and gestures towards Phina, "Phina and I are the only ones who care about Will!"

"That's not fair, Micheal. We care," Ted says after taking a bite of his chicken, almost sarcastic in his reply.

Phina glares at Ted, with the glare that could make anyone uncomfortable, and it certainly worked on him, "that's bull and you know it."

Phina stands up and pulling Mike along with her, they storm off together. Phina glances at Mike as soon as they leave the dining room, and she can practically see a plan forming in his head. She stops them at the bottom of the stairs, turning to place her hands on his shoulders.

"Mike, whatever your planning, please be safe. I'll cover for you only until midnight," she tells him, "ok?"

"Ok," Mike nods and hugs Phina around her waist.

Phina goes up to her room and she grabs her sketchbook from her bag. The whole night, and day, had made her stressed beyond belief. Drawing was one of the few things that calmed her down.

Phina grabs a blanket and a sweater, before climbing out of her window and onto the roof of the lower part of her house. She did this regularly, sitting outside for hours on end, drawing, reading, or just staring at the stars. She set up the blanket and went back inside to grab a few pillows from her bed. When she came back out of the window, she heard a noise coming from her sisters window.

"What are you doing? I told you I had to stay in tonight," she hears Nancy say.

"I know, so we'll study here," Steve answers.

Phina almost groaned out loud at that, knowing what his studying meant. She was sick of Steve Harrington being around her sister, especially today. For some reason, Steve and Nancy's relationship bothered her deeply, and she wanted to say it was because she hated him and his group of friends viciously, but even with how good she was at lying, she couldn't lie to herself.

Phina crawled out of her window as soon as she heard Nancy's window close, setting up her pillows and sitting down. She pulled her sketchbook into her lap and opened it to a new page. Phina didn't know what she wanted to draw, but as soon as her pencil touched the page, her hand took over and her mind let it.

She let her mind go blank, not quite focused on anything around her. Minutes, maybe even hours passed by, before her drawing was finished, and her hand was cramping. When she came back too, and looked down at her page, she almost shrieked.

A gruesome monster was on the page, standing over a small figure, that almost looked like Will. The monster was almost human like, but it's tall, lanky, figure was definitely not. The most horrific part of it, was the grotesque face, which was opened up in the shape of a strange flower, but it definitely wasn't pretty. It had more teeth than she could count, long and sharp, lining it's entire mouth.

An electric feeling danced across Phina's skin, the sign of a storm. That feeling, added to the monster she drew, had her looking all around her, like she might be attacked.

Phina felt a few rain drops hit her head, and she scrambled to hide her sketchbook. She bundles everything up into a large blanket, rushing to keep everything dry. She throws her bundle throw the window and practically dived through her window, with much more success than she had heard Steve do earlier.

Almost as soon as she closes her window behind her, the rain starts pouring down. Phina grabs her sketchbook from underneath her shirt, where she had hid it, and opens the book to the monster drawing, sitting down on her bed.

There was now way she was going to get any sleep tonight. She knew that everyone she closed her eyes, she'd see that thing, and there would be no saving her from the nightmares she would have. Phina let her body fall backwards onto her bed, staring at the ceiling for a solid ten minutes.

She sighs, shuts her book, and prepared for the night ahead with a quiet, "fuck me."

-1887 words-

#stranger things fanfic #strangerthingsfanfic #steve harrington x oc #steve harrington #stranger things #one #slow burn #romance

[rainyrowan]

Sunkissed - Chapter 1

description: Wedding of the century rolls around as the previous college clique, along with the rest of their family members, stay in preparation for it. During this time, Riley meets Lucas, a gorgeous, green-eyed wallflower who happens to be immediately taken by her. Little did she know, he has a deep secret. One that will either change her views on him forever or make her feel closer to his world.

word count: 2,626

pairings: riley x lucas

Song: Annabelle’s Homework by Alec Benjamin

chapter one; riley

Sparkley Farkley: Did you know that the slowest marathon time ever is 54 years, eight months, six days, eight hours, 32 minutes, and 20.3 seconds? Yeah, in 1912, an Olympic marathoner from Japan supposedly disappeared during the middle of a race. Some say that he stopped to get a drink from an outdoor party, but ended up staying longer than he should have. Risque, if you ask me. Anyways, he was too embarrassed to finish the race, so he flew back to Japan instead. Years later, he decided to finish what he started by running the whole marathon himself. What I'm trying to say is WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU? Riley, you're seriously taking much longer to get to the boardwalk than this Japanese marathon guy. Hurry!!

I looked at the horrifically long paragraph Farkle had sent me and sighed. Being best friends with him also meant being best friends with your very own encyclopedia, which can be extremely useful at times. Although, it really isn't when your phone is constantly being bombarded with numerous texts about everything and nothing.

Gentle reminder that I live farther from the beach than you do. I'll be there soon! Don't miss me too much :)

I quickly text back. I gripped onto my camera strap, which is draped over my shoulder, as I start quickening my pace.

When we became closer over the years, Farkle and I both created a tradition of spending almost every Saturday down at the boardwalk. In regards to this, the main rule that we've agreed upon would be that if one of us couldn't make it, we would have to have an extremely valid excuse. Me being the more "laid back" friend, I've been pretty lenient on Farkle if he couldn't make it. Wish I could say the same about him, though.

Last night, I had to stay up till two in the morning helping my mother out at the flower shop. Arranging flowers isn't as easy as one may think. In result, I woke up later than usual, causing me to be about 30 minutes late. So far, I've received a fact text from him for every minute I ran late. It truly amazes me how he could just drop these facts off the top of his head.

I'm practically already running when I see Farkle by the entrance, arms crossed.

"I'm sorry!" I pant. I take a second to breathe before I continue speaking. "I.. I woke.. Wow, I'm not cut out to be.. an athlete, huh?" I joke.

He rolls his eyes as a grin forms on his face. "Where were you?"

"I was up all night helping my mom with the flowers. I woke up super late. I'm so sorry."

He nods in approval of my excuse. "That's okay. However, I don't think we could go to the diner now. Brooklyn and her minions are there. Seated in our spots too!"

The thought of Brooklyn made me sick to my stomach. Brooklyn was the Regina George of Harbor High School, and basically all of Santa Cruz. Like your typical teen cliche, she was the popular girl who also the prettiest. Brooklyn also had her own entourage, as she always had two minions following her. With her bitchy personality, you may say that it's surprising that she gets all the guys. With her body, though, it really isn't. It's probably how she had my crush of four years and counting, Charlie Gardner, falling for her.

"Well, I guess we would have to postpone our meal then," I say, linking my arms with his. We enter the boardwalk and head straight for the arcade. We're surrounded by all the games you could never ever get tired of. From Dance Dance Revolution to laser tag to racing games, the Santa Cruz Boardwalk Casino Arcade has you covered. Farkle and I have our common favorite, air hockey.

He let go of my arm, dashing straight to the air hockey table. "You ready to get your ass beat?"

He asks, slipping in a token. We love each other very much, but when it comes to air hockey, it's like we're two different people.

"You should be asking yourself that, Minkus." As air starts to shoot through the tiny holes from the table, we both grabbed our paddles. Suddenly, the puck falls through my pocket instead of Farkle's. "Well, that's a first! I guess I'm starting."

I hit the puck as hard as I can towards his goal. Hoping that this time my first hit would make it, he blocks the puck in a swift move and smiles. "Not today." This goes on for quite a bit. I concentrate on the puck as it glides across the table back and forth. That is, until a distraction came my way. Charlie.

I offer him a double take before actually realizing that it was him. He probably didn't even notice me, which was a good thing on my part. I didn't want him to know that I was here. Out of impulsive thinking, I ducked down to hide behind my side of the table. This wasn't really the best decision, though. Farkle managed to make a goal and yell on behalf of his victory. I don't even have to see what's happening to know that attention was surely brought towards us.

"Farkle!" I call out in a whisper. He walks around the table and takes a seat next to me.

"So, explain to me why we're hiding behind- "

"Riley!" Charlie exclaims. Mortified, I lift my head up to find him standing right in front of us.

"Hi, Charlie." I saw awkwardly. Thankfully, Farkle gets up off the ground and pulls me up, as I was too scared to even move.

Farkle clenches is jaw subtly enough that no one could notice, except for me. It's safe to say that he never liked Charlie. I don't blame him. Most of the time, he can be a total jackass.

I'm not too sure how or why I've liked him for so long, and still currently do. I like to think it's because of the fact that I'm always seeking the best in people. I don't necessarily like making assumptions out of people based on looks or first encounters. For Charlie, I realized how much of a good person he is, deep down, whilst working on a school project with him in the public library. My father, who so happened to be my teacher, assigned both of us as partners for a project that we had to turn in a matter of three days. Within those three days, we'd head to the library at night to work, but we were never productive. All we did was talk. Well, all Charlie did was talk. About himself, of course. I would just sit and listen. It was kind of odd not taking part in the conversation, but I mostly did not mind. As a matter of fact, I remember feeling like it was for the best since I would most likely say something stupid. Plus, I got to learn more about him and who he truly was. The downside of it was that I had to take our project home and finish it myself, but I thought that it was worth it. From that moment on, I couldn't help but keep thinking about him, about us.

Charlie extends his hand out to Farkle, expecting a shake, but he steps back. "I'll wait for you outside." He tells me. No, no. Please don't leave me alone with him.

"Well, that was awkward." He laughs. "But anyways, I am so glad I caught you. I was wondering if you're free like right now? I was hoping that you could help me out with something."

Crap. As much as I would love to help him, I promised Farke that I would spend the day with him. However, as I was looking up at Charlie's mesmerizing brown eyes, I seem to have ignored that fact. "Um, sure." I squeaked. I clear my throat and try again. "What would I be helping you with exactly?"

"You see, we're doing headshots in drama, and you're kind of known to be a really talented photographer," I blush as he says so.  Along with the fact that his words make me swoon, another thing about Charlie that I liked was the fact that he is a performing arts fanatic. I'm presuming that it's something that he would like to achieve in the future. He's actually really talented if I'm being honest.

"So, would it be alright if you got a couple of portrait shots of me by the beach?" Charlie asks.

"Maybe in return, I can buy you a milkshake afterward."

Farkle is so going to kill me after this.  "Er, okay."

"Great! C'mon, let's go." He starts heading towards the exit as I trail behind him. Hoping that he was the gentleman I thought he'd be, I expected him to open the door for me. Instead, he ends up leaving it to close behind him. I sigh, disappointed for getting ahead with my thoughts. Once I've exited the arcade, I immediately scan my surroundings in search for Farkle.

"I'm here." He calls out from behind me. I turn to find him leaning against a wall.

"You're going to hate me," I confess.

A smirk creeps up on his face. "Not gonna lie, I was already kind of assuming."

"You're not mad?"

"No," Farkle says softly. "I still hate that bastard, though. But I mean if you like him that much-"

I pull him into a hug. "Thank you," I whisper.

"Yeah, okay." He wraps his arms around my back and chuckles lightly.

"Riley?" Charlie yells.

I pull away from Farkle and adjust my outfit. This would technically be the first time I get to hang out with Charlie alone, so I obviously want to look presentable. However, that's clearly not the case since I'm currently in my maroon Harvard sweater that Farkle had actually bought me from when he visited last year, along with a pair of faded ripped jeans.

"Do I look okay?" I ask.

He holds two thumbs up. "Can't say no to a girl in Ivy League gear."

"I love you, and thanks a bunch!" I plant a quick kiss on his cheek before running towards Charlie.

Once I've caught up to him, we both head to the beach together.

I truly do love the beach. I love the ambiance of waves crashing against the shore, along with the wailing of seagulls as they soar across the sky. Not to mention, the smell of the ocean beach as well. Everything about the beach is so captivating and peaceful, especially since it's a little early and not a lot of people are here. The afternoon is the absolute worst time to visit the beach. The fact that there are so many people who usually come on a day to day basis, makes me a little anxious to go.

Charlie leads me to where the dock is located. Farkle and I would usually come to take pictures underneath the dock. This area is quite aesthetically pleasing.

"I think this is a great spot." He says, placing his bag down as I begin to adjust the settings of my camera. I let him know that I'm ready once everything's all set. Charlie then runs towards the shoreline and starts posing of a shot. Since I'll be capturing portrait shots, I made sure that my camera is set so all my photos can have a shallow depth of field. This way, Charlie will be in focus as the background will be a bit blurry. After taking a few photos here and there, I stop to look at them. Charlie was perfectly centered, the lighting was on point, and all shots have great composition. Perfect. I think to myself. However, Charlie apparently doesn't exactly think so when he sees them.

"Yeah, this situation just isn't working for me. Let's try something different." He looks around for a moment. "Here, why don't you get some bird-eye shots of me laying on the sand."

I was a little offended that he didn't like the photos I originally took. I spoke out, irritated. "I thought we were taking portraits?"

"I'm just trying to think outside of the box here, Riles. Maybe the photos will turn out better." I scoff at what he had just said. What difference does it make? You're just going to be lying down. And I thought all headshots were portraits. There he goes acting like a douche, but here I am, still taking interest in him.

Charlie lies down on the sand and places his hand behind his head. From the looks of it, he could pass for a Hollister or Abercombie & Fitch model.  I stand directly on top of him to get good shots. If I'm being honest, this isn't the ideal position I'd want to be in. It's a little uncomfortable and weird, really.

Suddenly, water hits the shore and Charlie attempts to save his khaki pants by jerking straight up. Instead, jerking straight up somehow caused me to tumble forward, allowing both of us to fall back down. I also end up dropping my camera on the sand. Water continues to run beneath Charlie, which caused his whole outfit to be soaked. "Shit!"

The water still kept going around us. I panic as I watch it slowly ooze towards my camera. Miraculously, the water stopped before it could reach it. I graciously let out a sigh of relief. "Will you get the fuck off of me now?!" He yells in annoyance. I flinched when he does so and realize that what was happening: I was on top of Charlie Gardener. Because I was on top of him, I didn't get hit by the water at all. I quickly scurried to my feet and grabbed my camera.  I turned to Charlie, who was still really angry that he was drenched. He got up from the ground and gathered his stuff. "Thanks to you," He snaps. "I am soaking wet, and I have rehearsals for the musical after this!"

I feel a familiar tightness gripping my throat. As Charlie continues to curse at me, a burning heat rushes through my body and I can hardly breathe. The DJ over by the boardwalk starts blasting music that seems to be ten times louder than usual. My surroundings then become too horrifically bright. My hands become clammy as I start to lose control of my body. My vision starts to get blurry and my heartbeat begins to speed up to the point where I could hear it.

Once Charlie finishes grabbing his stuff, he walks over to me. He stops and takes a deep breath. "Just email me the photos whenever you can." And with that, he walks away. When I've lost sight of him, I walk towards the pebbles near the ocean. I stare out to sea, trying to take big breaths. I stay until I've finally coaxed my heartbeat back to normal.

#gmw #rucas #riley matthews #lucas friar #my fics #girl meets world #well here she is! my lil project that ive been ingacnito with #hope you enjoy! #chapter 2 is linked to my wattpad #so feel free to check it out:))

[fromheroestodust]

Rose Killer: Pt.4; Stuck Together

Summary: You're the leader of the strongest mafia in London. What will happen when you're forced to team up with your worst enemy

Warnings: language, violence, PTSD, cringy askout

Word count: 3852

A/N: my friend asked me to add her into this, hence Paddy's friend 😂

You wake up, finding your mattress suddenly very firm and uncomfortable. Wait - This isn't your mattress, and this isn't your room. Bolting into an upright position, you find yourself on the floor of... Harrison's room? A blanket falls off of your shoulders and you find the half finished board game two feet away from you, a piece rolling on the floor from your movements as another falls from your palm. The memories from the previous night flood in, causing you to cringe at your own actions. How could you let yourself do any of that? A little further on past the gameboard lays another figure wrapped in the duvet, his hair covering most of his facial features. Why'd Harrison sleep on the floor? Did he just fall asleep there?

"Haz." You whisper in a low tone, not wanting to cause him to jump awake. "Haz!" His eyes blink open before he rubs them and sits up, his hair even more of a mess now as some of it falls to frame his face while the other half sticks up in odd directions. "Mmmorning." He hums before standing up, taking the blanket with him and throwing it onto the bed.

"Why'd you sleep on the floor?" You ask through a yawn, picking up your own blanket - you could've sworn you didn't fall asleep with it - and picking up "High-Ho-Cherrio".

"Why'd you sleep on the floor?" He questions, causing you to role your eyes with a smile. "I fell asleep first." You point out, setting the game box on the bedside table. "Anyway, it's not my bed. It'd be weird if I slept in it."

"Good point. I just fell asleep." He shrugs. "Isn't there some group meeting at ten?"

"Yeah," You confirm, giving him a questioning look, cocking your head to the side. "Why?"

"It's 10:01." Harrison answers nonchalantly before rushing to grab his stuff, his body turning to a blur in front of your weary eyes. "What?!" You exclaim, looking at your phone.10:01. "Shit! Where's my stuff?!" Both of you run around, two tornadoes nearly destroying the room with every unsteady, tired step. Finally you find your rose, gun, and dagger. After pulling your hair up into a messy bun the two of you run down the halls to the conference room where Tom was surely waiting to curse you out for being late. 10:08

The door to the large room is thrown open, you and Harrison walk in out of breathe with messy hair and clothes, seeming like you spent the past three days in the woods. "I- ehm- I brought the files." Haz says before handing the multiple folders over to Tom who wore a very questioning and weirded out look as if to say what the fuck happened to you two? And why is she with you? The blonde just shakes his head, taking a seat in one of the two open large leather chairs surrounding the long, glossy, dark oak table. Taking the one next to him the meeting starts, everyone's expression in the room saying they'd moved passed the event but their eyes held many questions that will never be answered.

-

"So Y/n and I will see to Leo after they bring him here. After a nice beating he'll cave." Tom summarizes, your face back to the stern glare you wear for work. A few more words are traded before everyone except you, Tom, and Harrison are left in the room, for you three didn't have to rush of to another destination.

"Did you hear that?" You ask Tom, picking up a few papers giving you information on Leo Sandraya, your target for the next few weeks.

"What?" He asks, a look of alarm on his face as his eyes scan the room quickly, a hunter looking for prey, before landing back on you, his brows furrowed together.

"Silence. For once in a meeting we didn't tell at each other." You smirk, Haz suppressing a laugh behind his friend.

"Shut up, Y/l/n." He hisses, clearly not amused with your humor as a stern look plays on his face.

"Someone's being bitchy." You mumble, collecting your files on Sandraya.

"Look, I don't know why all of a sudden you're being soft around us but your plan won't work." Tom says, venom oozing from his words as he turns to face you with his arms crossed over his chest.

"I don't have a plan!" You exclaim in defense. "I actually have a version of me separate from the me at work. But this is the only one you'll ever see." With that you strut out of the room and to your own to change out of your nightwear and probably into a outfit to workout, a limp obvious in your step.

"What's her fucking problem?" Tom groans to Harrison after turning away from your shrinking figure, putting papers in a manilla folder.

"Nothing really, mate. Like she said she has a side separate from work." Haz shrugs.

"What, like you know her?" The brunette scoffs. Why was his friend suddenly defending her? Especially after what happened between them?

"Because I actually took the time to get to know her. We've been friends for a bit now." Haz says in a tone much more angry then he meant before switching to a calmer one. "Just... Try talking to her instead of being at her throat everyday."

Tom stares at his friend, trying to decipher something from his expression or his eyes. "Fine. I guess I sort of have to considering there's that party next week." He sighs in defeat, trusting his best friend. The only person who could make Tom change his mind or take in a new idea was Harrison. And, as much as he'd want to deny it, the decision was almost always right excluding a few choice occasions.

"I guess that meeting did end in yelling." Haz jokes, attempting to lighten the mood, carefully watching Tom to see how he'll react.

"Shut up." He smiles with a small laugh. "Wanna head down to the gym?"

"Yeah sure." He agrees, scooping his work into his arms before walking out the double doors and down a hallway, opposite from the way you went with playful banter filling the air between the two.

-

After finally making it back to your own room, you change out of your night clothes and into an outfit that's easy to move in, the feeling of the fabric almost seeming like velvet after being in the same small shirt and baggy pants for so long. While you're not supposed to workout, you are allowed to walk on the treadmills and do stretches, and you're not one to not go to the gym at least once a day.

Braiding a rose into your hair, you take a shortcut to your destination. The shortcut includes going outside and whilst out there you spot Tom's youngest sibling with someone. Your lips ever so slightly turn upwards, as you continue on your way, most likely to tell Haz about it later.

You reach the doors to the gym and pushing them open you groan. Tom and Harrison are hitting the punching bags, neither of them noticing your presence as you walk to the treadmills. After stretching you step onto the machine, setting it low enough to where you're walking but high enough to where you'll get at least some exercise in. You put your earbuds in and start walking, blocking out the world with one of music.

-

"Y/n." A voice says, pulling you out of your escape world.

"What?" You sigh, pulling out your earbuds that were playing Weak.

"It's like one." Harrison informs you, Tom standing a little back and to the side of him, refusing to look at you as he averted his gaze to the small screen on the treadmill.

"Oh." You turn off the machine, grabbing your bottle of water and taking a long sip. "Why are you two here so late?"

"Training." Tom surprisingly answers, no glare or mean tone. Something fishy is going on you think, but don't mention it, comfortable with the friendly atmosphere in the room.

"I saw Paddy outside with a girl on my way hers." You add as the three of you walk out, the air between you and Tom stiff but not nearly as suffocating as usual.

"Oh, yeah. That's his friend Ashlyn." He confirms, a smile grazing his lips as your trio turns the corner into the hallway that holds the bedrooms.

Suddenly, extra weight is placed atop your head causing you to jump and look up. "Haz!" You groan, finding his arm resting on your hair. He laughs and removes his arm as you lightly shove him to the side. Tom watches the two of your interactions, realizing that there is a part of you that allowed you to relax and slightly smile. Maybe you smiled more before being taken.

"I'll see you tomorrow." Tom says as he turns into his bedroom, Harrison bidding him goodbye before you two continue to your own. You arrive at yours, both of you walking in with your steps in sync. Almost as soon as you close the door, something wraps around Haz's and yours ankles before pulling you up to the ceiling, pressed against each other upside down.

"What the fuck?" He exclaims, looking around with his hair reaching for the floor.

"Oh yeah... I sorta, maybe, might make traps when I'm scared... And set them." You mumble. "I must've forgotten to take this one down."

You try to reach up to free you two but find your arms pinned under coils of rope. curse my good trap setting you groan in your head.

"Tom!" Harrison yells. "Harry! Sam! Paddy!"

You suddenly become aware of how close you both are, bodies pressed against each other's, chest to chest. A blush spreads across your cheeks like setting fire to dead leaves in the middle of a forest.

Harrison groans and stops attempting to yell for someone, for if they heard they would've came already. "We're going to pass out." He sighs, returning his attention to you as he himself comes to the same realization you had. His own cheeks become dusted in pink, if it was from blood rush or a blush, you'll never know.

"How long do you think we'll be up here?" You ask, averting your gaze from his face as the blanket on your bed was suddenly very very interesting.

"Hopefully not all night." He sighs as your rose falls to the floor, at least seven feet away for it was a very high part of your ceiling you hung from.

You let out a groan of frustration, looking around for anything to help your situation but nothing would help considering your arms are pinned next to Harrison's. This is going to be so much fun.

Another two minutes passes, both of your faces red as your roses from blood flowing into them. You'd already tried moving around to release the rope from where it was tied, but it stayed put, the only way you can get down is if someone else cut or untied the material. How fortunate.

A yawn falls from your lips and your eyes grow heavy, the easy workout you had settling in on your already exhausted body.

"Can I confess something while we're stuck here?" Harrison asks, nervousness looming in his voice as he turns his gaze to you.

"Uh yeah. Yeah sure." You allow, your own nervousness working it's way into your stomach, butterflies making a home there.

"I like you. More than a friend. I know it's weird because we've only known each other for a few months but-" he rants while a smile, a real smile spreads across your face.

"Haz. I... I like you too." You confess, biting your lip due to pure nerves.

A toothy smile sprouts from his mouth, the sight making you fall for him more. Oh, how you wished you'd fall.

Slowly, Harrison's face moves towards yours, stopping just in front of yours with the tips of your noses touching as if asking for permission. You answer by leaning forwards ever so slightly, your lips planting themselves on his in a gentle, meaningful kiss. Your heart is beating so fast you're afraid he'll hear it, but it doesn't really matter if he hears it, he can already feel it. The kiss takes you to another world, one where you're completely happy and everything is okay, a world where you haven't been kidnapped and scarred in more than one way. The kiss is like spring, peaceful and safe with new lives starting. Maybe this is your new life, a life with your enemies best friend. Both of you pull away only because your lungs demand oxygen, but you swear a kiss like that could keep you alive forever. You look up at him, both of your eyes ridden of hate and disgust and instead filled with love and wonder. How unexpected was this relationship between two mobsters, one who'd harmed the other? But most things are unexpected, and sometimes things or people just fit perfectly into the holes in the others hearts left by others. They repair the gaps and replace them with love, fixing a person to their former self. And sometimes, a relationship is all you need.

"What the bloody fuck is going on in here?" Harry asks as he flings open the door. "Holy shit." He stares up at the two of you, pure disbelief centered in his eyes.

"Finally!" You exclaim, starting to feel dizzy from being upside down so long. "We stepped in a trap I set up!"

"Get us down!" Harrison yells, starting to move around causing you both to sway.

"Stop moving- ow!" His foot hits your ankle that'd been sprained at the wearhouse, pain radiating up your leg.

Harry runs out of the room and arrives again a few minutes later with Sam and Tom who look in disbelief.

"I didn't think you were serious..." Tom breathes, staring up at his friends. "How the fuck do we get them down?"

"Just cut it." Sam shrugs, walking towards the rope.

"No! Then we'll land on our heads!" You yell, fear coursing through your body.

"Okay we won't cut it. Calm down. Jeez." Harry sighs with his hands out in front of him.

"How can I calm down if I'm hanging from the ceiling?!" You exclaim, sudden anger coursing through your veins as you see red.

"Y/n." Haz says in a gentle tone next to you, his eyebrows raised. "What?!" You hiss with venom starting to seep into your words as you turn your neck to look at him. "Calm down. They're going to get us down. Freaking out isn't going to do anything." He says, keeping his soft voice. You let out a groan but keep your mouth shut as the three brothers try to figure out how to release you two from the rope safely.

After a moment of pondering, they pull your mattress off of your bed frame. "Okay," Tom says, standing next to the part of the rope tied securely to the frame of your bed. "I'm going to cut the rope." You brace for the impact of ground as you and Haz fall onto the mattress, your hair suspending around you.

"That didn't hurt nearly as much as I expected." You sigh.

"Yeah, probably because you landed on me." Harrison groans, his face slightly screwed up in pain.

"Shit!" You exclaim, trying to break free of the rope around your body but finding yourself unable to. "Stop laughing assholes and get us out!" You yell at Harry and Sam who were laughing between the two of them by the door before they walk next to you, still a few chuckles falling from their lips.

"You guys need to stand up." Sam instructs, examining the rope trapping you and your friend together.

"How?" Harrison asks, straining his neck to look at the boy behind him. Tom, Harry, and Sam crouch around your figures before each picking you up and placing on your feet. Once up, they finally unravel the thick rope, Harrison and you taking a few steps away from each other.

"Thank God..." You breathe stretching out your limbs as your head throbs. "Thanks."

"No problem." Tom says, his arms crossed over his chest. "I'm going back to bed." With that the three brothers walk out the doorway, all whispering while looking back at you two and laughing.

"That was- ehm- interesting." Harrison coughs awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck as a pink color runs across his cheeks, yours following suit.

"Yeah..." You agree while fiddling with a piece of your hair, the air between the two of you suffocatingly awkward.

"Would you maybe like to... Be... My girlfriend?" He asks, hope and slight fear shining in his eyes, his expression eager for a response like a puppy waiting for a treat.

"I'd love to." You grin, teeth trapping your bottom lip between the rows. Haz's own smile spreads across his lips as he moves closer to you. "Oh, I'm sorry I shouldn't have-" he apologizes, his arms going back to his sides but you cut him off by placing a hand on his shoulder and meeting his lips with yours in a quick kiss before backing away.

"It's fine." You smile.

"Right." He states, surprise still evident in his features. "Well, I'm going to head to my room." Harrison starts walking out the door but you stop him, yelling out.

"Wait! C-can I... Come with you...?" You ask, fear striking your body at the thought of the countless nightmares you experienced the previous night.

"Yeah, sure." He answers nonchalantly, waiting for you to join his side before continuing down the hallways. "What time is it?"

"2:34." You answer after checking your phone. "God, no wonder I'm so tired."

You both turn into his bedroom, Harrison shutting the door after you walk in. Awkwardly you climb into his bed, a safe distance away not wanting to over step anything on not even your first hour of a relationship. You feel the mattress dip with Harrison's weight and then your empty palm you had in the space between you both filled with his own. A soft smile falls upon your face before your eyes flutter shut, and you swear that's the most peaceful you've been in years.

"Where are they you little bitch?" A stern voice says, a dark figure towering over your trapped body. "I told you. They're dead." You mumble, head hanging down facing your lap. Suddenly, your face is gripped tightly and forced upwards revealing your parents dead bodies. Blood. Every where. You look at your shaking hands, those covered in the thick crimson liquid that seems to be endlessly pooling in your palms. "Since you won't fucking give me any answers, I guess we'll have to beat them out of you." A man says before something, most likely a knife, cuts across your stomach causing you to yell out in pain. You let out a blood chilling scream and sit up, body covered in cold sweat as you breathe heavily though it feels as if no air is entering your lungs.

"Y/n?" A voice asks from behind you, causing you to turn around with pure terror painting your face. "Har... Harrison?" You breathe out, still sucking in lungfulls of air as your arms threaten to give out under you.

He wears a confused look before realization sets in an "o" expression on his face. "You're fine. We're back at Tom's place not there. You're not there anymore." He assures you, his face softening in an effort to comfort you.

"M-my parents..." You whimper before practically throwing yourself at him, whether he minded or not he didn't show it, only held you against him and ran a hand up and down your back. "You're okay..." He coos, your tears falling onto his shoulder in a trail. You pull away and wipe the streams off of your face, embarrassment consuming your thoughts. "I'm s-so sorry." You apologize. How could you expect him to take care of you every time you go through these nightmares? How could you expect him to stay with you if you're so mentally broken?

Listen." Haz says, taking one of your hands in both of his, easily covering it's entirety. "You don't need to be sorry for something you can't and couldn't control. Even though we've only known each other a short time, friends help friends and hey, what kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't help you?"

Thanks." You say with an almost unnoticeable smile. Leaning forwards, you place your forehead against his bare chest, his chin resting on top of your head, the scent of your shampoo filling his nose. You felt safe for the first time since you were little, to you the safest place on Earth is in Harrison's arms as if nothing could hurt you because you're with him.

"Wanna go back to sleep?" Harrison asks, moving to look you in the eye. Your y/e/c eyes stare into his blue ones, searching for trust and almost immediately finding it. "Yeah."

With your confirmation, Haz slowly lays down, his arms still around your middle. Again, you both stay a distance away from each other though this times it's closer, the feeling of peace stronger than before as you both fall asleep with the other in your grasp. Slash after slash your own blood circles around you. "I can't give you anymore information." You grunt, someone punching you across the face, a metallic taste filling your mouth with the crunch of bone. Sucking in a large breath, your eyes open in panic and lingering pain crosses your arms and stomach. You're about to bolt upright but your eyes land on Haz's sleeping face, his features are completely relaxed, an ever so small part in his lips with his hair hanging over his forehead and eye.

You're not there anymore. You're safe. His voice echoes in your mind, calming you down and turning your breathing back to a normal pace. Like he said, you're safe. You're safe as long as you're with him. For the second time that night you fall back into slumber, repeating Harrison's words in your head like a broken record.

[snarkysarcasm]

Please don't think I'm greedy, (which I totally am) but could you do: 77. In vino veritas and 99. Magical accidents? For Gail and Holly, always Gail and Holly...

Sorry for how long this took...

---

“I don’t know about this, Ollie.”

“Will you just trust me, Peckling? Celery is always right about these things.  She just knows.”

“Yeah, but, like we’re talking magic…”

“Weren’t you the one who went to a psychic?”

Gail’s eyes narrowed, “I told you that in confidence and you swore on a dozen donuts that we would never mention it again.”

“I’m just saying that I don’t think you’re as skeptical as you could be.”  Or as she wanted him to believe.  Oliver knew his buddy too well for her antics to work.

“Fine.”

“Great.  Now pass me the eye of newt.” Oliver laughed when Gail immediately went to protest,  “I’m kidding, but I do need the jasmine.”

Gail looked at a few vials before handing over the right one.  She glanced over his shoulder as the concoction he was brewing took a strange gray color.

“I really hope you’re reading that right.”

“I am and don’t worry, Celery said that it’s guaranteed to get you what your heart desires most.”

“Oh great.  Now I know it isn’t going to work.  You didn’t say having a heart was a requirement for tonight.”

“Excuse me, Little Miss Petulant Peck.  We both know you have a heart, you just also have a brain that likes to ignore it.  You deserve good things and whatever you want most, so this is going to help you get it.  But only if you want it to.  If not we can just forget the whole thing and go shopping for weapons and shoes.”

“Here’s the newt.”

---

“So wanna tell me what happened tonight?”  Holly asked as she helped Gail into the passenger seat of her car.  

“I uhhh burned myself ummm cooking with Oliver.” Gail held up her bandaged hand as if it was explanation enough.

“What were you two making?”

“Oh some recipe Celery wanted him to try.” Gail’s voice was at least two octaves higher than normal.

“O-kay.” Holly said slowly.  She gave her friend a strange look before pulling out of the hospital parking lot.

The car ride was mostly a quiet affair.  Holly hummed softly to whatever was playing on the radio while Gail rested her head against the cool glass of the window.  She was thinking about texting Oliver to yell at him for abandoning her at the hospital just because Izzie had gotten taken into the station for underage drinking, but it seemed like too much effort.

When they reached Holly’s house, Gail finally spoke up.

“Thanks for coming to get me, Lunchbox.”

Holly shrugged, “I couldn’t exactly leave you there.  I don’t think the city wants to replace a hospital if you burned it down with the looks you were giving everyone.”

“It’s not my fault the doctor was an idiot and wasn’t listening.”

“Well you definitely made the intern cry and the senior resident also had tears in his eyes.”

“Well, maybe they shouldn’t let children pretend to be doctors.”

“Come on Grumpy Cat.”

Gail pouted but followed the pathologist into her house.  It wasn’t until they were in Holly’s kitchen that Gail remembered why she hadn’t been hanging out with her in the first place that night.   

“I thought tonight was girls’ night.”

“Last time I checked you were a girl too, Officer Peck.  Unless there’s something you’re trying to tell me, in which case I support you.”

Gail shoved her laughing friend.  “You’re such a nerd.  I meant you were supposed to be with your friends.”

“Again last time I checked you were one of my friends too.”

Hearing Holly say that Gail was her friend made her feel warm and tingly.

“Did you bail on them just to come get me?”

“No, it was already cancelled. Rachel got called in for a patient and Lisa is making a housecall for whoever she’s sleeping with this week.  I was going to ask you to help me drink this bottle of wine instead but I knew you were with Oliver.”

“So I was your second-choice.”

“You are always my first choice but you didn’t want to join us.”

“Lisa gives me dirty looks for how much of your time you spend with me.”

“That’s just her face.  I’m pretty sure she was born that bitchy.”

“I don’t know I’m still feeling rather unwanted.  I think you should share your wine with me?”

Holly narrowed her eyes, “Did they give you any medicine at the hospital?”

Gail shook her head, “I wouldn’t let them.”  Last time narcotics were involved she was almost attacked by a pink elephant.

“I’ll get the glasses.”

---

Still chuckling, Holly wiped tears from her eyes, “Alright, alright my turn: truth or dare?”

Gail didn’t want to move.  She was stretched across the couch, and using Holly as a warm pillow.  The now empty bottle of wine was on the floor beside them and over the course of the night she had made herself more and more comfortable.

“Truth.”

“What were you and Oliver cooking when you got burned?”

“Meth.”

Holly poked her in the side, “You’re supposed to answer truthfully.”

“A…” Gail mumbled the word against Holly’s thigh.

Holly gave the blonde hair a soft tug, “Try again.”

“A potion.  Okay, it was a fucking potion.”

“I KNEW IT!” Holly fist-pumped the air.

“How in the hell did you know that?”

“I met Celery at the wedding remember?  And I totally knew you were lying before.  You need a better poker face, Peck.”

“I have a great poker face.”

“Oh yeah, then what was the potion for?”

Gail sighed dramatically, “I don’t know.”

Holly pursed her lips and tilted her head to one side.

“I really don’t.  All Oliver said was that it would give me what my heart wanted most.  But I’m pretty sure I didn’t want second degree burns.”  

“Maybe you guys didn’t make it right?”

Gail just shrugged, “Maybe.  Alright.  Your turn, Nerd.  Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“Lame.”

“You just picked truth too.”

“Yeah but I didn’t want to move.  I was being lazy not lame,” Gail argued.

“Well, maybe I don’t want to move either.”

“There is no way you’re comfortable.”

Holly stuck out her tongue.  “Just ask the question.”

Gail’s teeth sank into her bottom lip as she thought about what she wanted to ask.  She was pretty sure she saw Holly’s eyes flicker down to her lips and stay there a little longer than usual.  Gail cleared her throat and Holly’s eyes shot up and a faint blush tinged her cheeks.

“Did you really mean it when you said that I was your first choice?”

“Of course, Gail.  You’re always the person I want to spend time with.  I’d choose you any time.”

Gail had never been anyone’s first choice.  Not Chris’.  Not Nick’s.  Not her parents’.  No one ever chose Gail but there was no way Holly could be lying.  Not with the way she was looking at her.  Not with the amount they drank.  

In vino veritas.

Gail was up and crashing their lips together before Holly could even process what was happening.  She knew she caught the doctor off guard but when she started to pull back, Holly pulled her closer.  She pushed Holly down onto the cushions, their lips moving together until air became a necessity.

“I’d choose you too.” Gail whispered when the kiss finally broke and Holly’s smile was wide and just the tiniest bit crooked.  Gail leaned it for a softer, more gentle kiss.

She would never admit it, but Celery’s magic had worked.

[perriwinklesblog]

i saw your pre-exile analysis and i just wanted to say a few things? i hope that's okay.

you said "tommy gave into dream's taunting" and that that was his fault, but dream was provoking tommy to make him upset and so yeah tommy got upset. that's dream's fault for purposely trying to be an ass. i don't blame him for getting angry because dream was deliberately trying to make him angry.

also tommy didn't need punishment for the house because griefing and stealing aren't actions anyone on else on the server has been punished for. sapnap actually went and blew up george's house after tommy was exiled. dream blew up tommy's vacation home on the way to exile. dream and puffy went around blowing up chunks of bbh's property, eret's castle, and other people's buildings and placing signs to make people believe it was tommy. people regularly grief tommys house with things like netherrack, red white and blue penises, and by removing the entire floor. none of them were punished for this. people just rebuilt and moved on.

the house was just an excuse for dream to get tommy to exile. george fixed it in five minutes. also george doesn't even log on the server. by that logic did ranboo need punishment as well? the negotiations pre-exile were public humiliation because that's what dream wanted. tommy shouldn't have had to stand for it. griefing george's house was a morally wrong thing to do, but as seen above, people on the server do things like that all the time because they have different status quos than us. it was fully blown out of proportion.

Okay so this is really long and in by no means meant to come across mean or angry or bitchy. Sometimes when I’m trying to be clear my sentences become short but please know I’m just trying to explain my point a bit better.

I didn’t mean it to sound so victim blaming that part.

It was more trying to explain how Dream knew Tommy wasn’t great at staying calm when put in that scenario. Like for me, I’d have been able to ignore it but for Tommy he couldn’t, at least in pre-exile he definitely struggled with being able to respond to aggravating situations with a calm head. But that’s something people learn with time as they mature. His response was normal and it was Dream who aggravated the situation first. My point on that aspect was just to show how if Tommy had learned how to approach those situations with a calmer response then Dreams taunting wouldn’t have worked and therefore the situation that happened afterwards wouldn’t have played out.

I’m not very good at explaining things sometimes and since it wasn’t the main purpose of my post I didn’t think too much into the wording so that is my fault there.

My main thing was there were a lot of posts saying Tommy deserved exile and that he had been in the wrong and that the exile therefore was a just punishment.

Exile wasn’t a just punishment. It was an extreme presented by Dream and manipulated by Dream as the only option. The majority audience at the time believed this too not just the creators. It was clever of Dream the way he presented it but in hindsight we all now know it was a bad. Lol.

Thievery is a contested subject within the fandom and server. There have been times where we believe it wrong and yelled at our streamers and the streamers themselves have seen consequences on the server for thieving but more often than not it goes unnoticed. And I believe, not saying it’s fact, that this is due to it being viewed much like the canon lives system. If it’s important to the plot then it matters.

Tommy robbing George was a statement about his anger for George not participating in the battle and not him trying to find resources and therefore impacted the plot. The arson was an unfortunate accident.

Yes Dream used this situation to escalate things and exaggerate but my point was without Dream, Tommy still hurt someone from his actions and therefore should be held accountable.

But that accountability shouldn’t have been what we saw in the story. It shouldn’t have been what played out. And that’s mainly what I was trying to get across.

I focused on the Tommy incident purely because that’s what was being discussed but if the griefing or thieving impacts the plot then it should be held accountable, that goes for everyone. That’s my stance on it. I wasn’t trying to say one rule for Tommy and one rule for everyone else.

Like when Bad stole the shulker the other night from Foolish, albeit for a moment, we all held our breaths because we knew that would impact something. Luckily Bad gave it back.

Tommy going to rob George was a moment like that which is why I think on that occasion it was justifiable to wish for accountability.

Did I agree with the way in which they held Tommy accountable? No. It went way too far.

Ranboo should have been held accountable too when it was realised he also played a part. I do believe that. Again shouldnt have been exile. I don’t think exile was the solution.

We’ve seen wars happen over houses being grieved. Like this first war started over such a thing so depending on whether it’s important to the person depends on how it’s handled.

Even now when people have ruined a build in some way, they’ve retaliated or asked them to fix it or apologise. Like they do that now. And that’s holding someone accountable.

Accountability doesn’t just have to be punishment.

With that said, the idea of giving Tommy a time out for twenty minutes would have probably been a good way to make him think about how he handled his anger towards George. Not a full blown exile.

Because Pre-exile Tommy often didn’t think about the other side of situations or the what the consequences of his action might be. This wasn’t all the time but he did often just think in the moment and worry later about the rest. Like he didn’t think of how a Vice President robbing the king of your neighbouring country might impact others. Punishing him in more of a sit and think why we are annoyed with you Tommy rather than Get the fuck out of the country, would have been a more reasonable solution.

My post was just trying to say, yes Tommy made a mistake and did something wrong but exile wasn’t the answer as a response to the posts popping up again about that one specific situation due to the fact that Michael was watching lore recaps. I was just talking about that one plot relevant incident and that situation.

[teenwolve]

anon that thought that's what I was trying to do. I wanted to provide some information on something that many people don't know about. I didn't mean for you to write "youre contracting" or anything like that. I understand it is not reality. I just thought I would give you some feedback if you weren't aware of what a tight vagina meant. I appreciate your blog and let you know that before. You're a great writer. I was not asking you to change. I thought I could say something with out being judged.

I apologise for coming across as bitchy, and any other rude response. I'm sorry. Xx

[itsclydebitches]

She's the kind to be like "i'll kill for you", it's all fun and games until she actually means and/or does it. I'm assuming it's the same if not similar in the books? it's just so annoying to see a character treat everyone, including the man she is supposed to be in love with like shit and have it just be "well that just makes her a good mum" like idk this kind of devotion isn't healthy for her or Ciri either.

I read a lot of posts all over talking about yen and why people do and don't like her and it's all "you have to get past the cold rude arrogant outside to learn deep down she does care", or there was this one said people take what she says as who she is over what she does, as if she isn't saying AND doing terrible things, but there was this other one that was "actions don't define you as a person" that was a fucking ride to read through.

Anyway I'm just kinda miffed cause I went in to this trying really hard and wanting to like yen but she's so unlikable it's crazy. Maybe if her first few scenes weren't her being rude to Geralt for no real reason (and that snark about him and amnesia like BRO??) there wouldve been something to build off? Idkkkk

tysm for letting me talk about this! there's still so much within the series to look at and I adore it. apart from some things lmao BUT as with everything, there'll be bits you really just hate I guess.

You kidding? I love chatting about all this! XD

From what I've read myself and encountered elsewhere (I've gotten a lot of snippets from the later books as fans post excerpts for various arguments) Yen is a bit more complex in the novels than she's presented in TW3, especially depending on which dialogue options you choose. I mean, it's eight books. There are absolutely moments where I've gone, "Oh yeah, that's cute/sensible/romantic/heroic/etc." of her. She'd have to be a pretty static character to have that much content and not produce those reactions at least some of the time. That being said... she's definitely too similar in the books for my taste. Really, Yen was going to be an issue for me from the start, just given how her and Geralt's meeting goes in "The Last Wish." Her cruelty, brainwashing, and nearly getting him killed aside - because let's be real, an enemies to lovers-esque dynamic can be great - the wish itself always tainted their interactions for me. Yeah, yeah, I understand the theme of Geralt choosing his family regardless of what destiny or magic might say about it... but that doesn't erase that they are ambiguously bound by some kind of magic. We can read Yen's "You've condemned yourself to me" as just a lack of self-confidence, Geralt's love remaining a true thing no matter what any genies might have to say about it, but I personally can't ignore the very real, in-world, magical influence here. Every time the books discuss how often they've split, cheated on each other, fought, betrayed... but deep down they were still meant for one another, I'm thinking, "Are they? Or is that just the magical wish keeping two incompatible people tethered?" We can read them finding joy in one another despite the magic as something beautiful, or something tragic because what other choice did they have? Given how central that rocky relationship is to our protagonist's characterization and how awful Yen can be in general, yeah, she's still an acquired taste lol. She does get better later on, but how better I think depends on how you perceive her attitude at the start. Idk if you're into My Hero Academia or not, but I often compare her to Bakugo. Those who were already inclined to excuse his behavior hail the amazing growth he undergoes; those who couldn't stand him from the start (me) find the comparative improvement to still equal a pretty unlikable person. They're both undoubtedly better... but if you're starting that low, "better" won't necessarily be enough.

Oof yeah, I've seen those threads lol. One of my favorites was a discussion about whether Yen was a "bitch" or not (it also doesn't help when conversations about her character devolve into generic accusations of misogyny) and there was a response to the effect of, "Just because she's cold, judgmental, makes cruel remarks, and doesn't listen to Geralt doesn't mean..." and it's like okay, so we're just supposed to ignore all those traits - bypass them - to reach a "Yen is actually a kind person" reading? I have trouble with that lol. Honestly, the majority of my respect goes to those who are just in their fandom corners with their John Mulaney voice going, "Yen is a bitch and I love her SO MUCH." Like yeah!! I love lots of mean, awful, bitchy characters too!! There's no need to bend over backwards trying to prove they're actually a uwu poor baby whose every action was justified (outside of, you know, fandom joking like the "I've done nothing wrong ever in my life" meme). But yeah, I WANT to like her too! I don't enjoy being a part of a franchise where such a core, prominent character is someone I don't like spending time with. Who would want that?? So I've given her so many tries since getting into Witcher... and it just never sticks for me. I tried in the comics too only to come across a panel where Geralt dreams of Yen, but isn't sure if it was an actual dream, or a magical vision where they literally met. Vesemir asks if Yen was kind to him and when he responds that she was, he's like, "It was a dream lol." And yeah, that's the characterization! Geralt knows he didn't actually meet with Yen because the real Yen wouldn't have been that nice to him. And it's not in a funny "My real lover ALWAYS teasingly insults me as an act of kindness!" way but a much more literal, "Yeeeaaah. Yen just isn't that nice a person most of the time" and the examples we can point to when she is kind don't outweigh/erase everything else for me. In TW3 at least, she's very much the kind of person who will, completely seriously, blame you for getting amnesia. And you know the best part? She had it too! Not only that, but she actually recovers her memories earlier than Geralt and never looked for him and you also learn in the second game that she had a relationship with another guy while trying to remember who she was... so the fact that she's pissed at Geralt for going through the exact same thing (not seeking her out/relationship with Triss - only Triss was actively seducing him, so) is just wild to me.

But yeah, TW3 is a MASSIVE game that deliberately plays with different choices and perspectives. To say nothing of its "Life is hard and people need to be harder" worldbuilding. It would be a miracle if we liked every single thing in it lol. Like, Blood and Wine is probably my favorite bit of gaming ever and yet I just fundamentally disagree with CDPR's idea of a happy ending there. For both the main questline and a particular side quest the game goes, "This one is the correct choice ;)" and I'm like, "Lol not to my mind I'll take one of the 'bad' endings thanks!" Yen is just another example of that. The game clearly wants us to like her - she and Geralt are canon in the source material - but giving us the ability to decide who Geralt is means that we might just go, "Nope. Sorry. This 'correct' choice is one I'm passing by."

#witcher #TW3