#This song was stuck in my head for about two weeks after I discovered it after that banger animatic with Megs....

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#..... Someone told me that animatic wips are cooler and that's actually all I have.... #Listennnnnnn don't look at me I know how it looks but in my head it all is explained.................. #This song was stuck in my head for about two weeks after I discovered it after that banger animatic with Megs.... #*lies down* #wip

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hi! hope you're well!

could you please do one where jason breaks up with Piper because he realises he's in love with reader since he was little?

like reader and jason are the bestest friends with mutual crushes but were too oblivious to do anything about it and the seven have to drop the fact that reader likes him back?

Thanks

heya! I combined this ask with someone who was asking for a Jason x reader songfic with the song Bad Idea Right? by Olivia Rodrigo <3

Romeo and Julieting---Jason Grace x reader [soundtrack: Olivia Rodrigo]

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“It’s a bad idea, Pipes!”

Piper pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. “You are going to go to their cabin, you are going to make them sit down, and you are going to tell them that you have a crush on them, okay? And then you can both have a cutesy little romantic moment or whatever you're supposed to do in a relationship, okay?” 

“What do you mean, ‘whatever you’re supposed to do in a relationship’?” Jason asked with a confused frown. He glanced up at Piper who was pacing back and forth as he sat cross legged on her bed, picking at her Olivia rodrigo doona cover. “We were in a relationship, like, five minutes ago.” 

Piper cocked her head at him with a raised eyebrow, “that didn’t count and you know it, now go kiss them!”

“Not with tongue though,” Leo added, slurping a juice box as he spun in circles on the chair by Piper’s desk. “At least not the first time, it’d be a bit over the top. I mean unless you’re into that I guess-” 

“What are you even doing here?” Jason asked him, not unkindly. 

Leo smirked and then became distracted by the make up box on Piper’s desk, pulling out a dark lipstick and uncapping it with wide eyes. He turned back to Jason, “oh I’m watching you fail at both of your relationships.”

Jason frowned, “I just got dumped, why are you making fun of me?” 

Leo twisted the base of the lipstick and then proceeded to lick it. He screwed up his face and put it away quickly. “You two forgot you were dating for an entire week, I had to remind you when you started drooling over a certain demigod that you already had a girlfriend.” 

“Okay, that’s fair,” Jason muttered. Piper chuckled and moved her things away from Leo’s curious grabby hands, quickly taking her eyeliner off before he tried to taste test that as well. “But… but I can’t just walk up to them and be like, ‘hey, you’re my best friend, wanna kiss?’”

Leo blinked. “Why not?”

Jason wasn’t sure how his friend was still alive, but then he remembered that Leo had died already anyway. Piper shrugged, “don’t blame him, he doesn’t know how romance or social situations work.”

“Hey!” Leo hissed, pointing at her with a contour brush he’d managed to find, “that’s homophobic!”

“How can I be homophobic?” Piper screeched, pointing to the rainbow flag pinned up lopsidedly above her bed, next to the hello kitty poster and the giant banner that read ‘i fucked your mum and all i got was this stupid flag’. 

Leo just stuck his tongue out at her. Then he turned to Jason. “If you don’t go romeo and juliet your way into a make out session, I will personally turn your stash of musk sticks into soot.”

Piper fiddled with her portable speaker, connecting it to the demigod proof phones Leo had managed to whip up in under three days after he discovered the Pokemon Go map reached CHB. “

“What do you mean Romeo and Juliet?” Jason asked.

“You gotta go up to their window and pretend it’s a balcony, Grace,” Piper said. SHe looked away from Olivia Rodrigo’s spotify and to the window. “It’s even raining outside. Perfect.”

Jason crossed his arms stubbornly, “I can think of a million ways it could go wrong.”

“Well I can’t,” Leo said as he started curling his eyelashes. The speaker next to him skipped a few beats and staticked it’ way through the music for a moment. Piper grinned. 

“It’s a bad idea! I’m not doing it!”

Seein' you tonight, it's a bad idea, right?

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Jason sucked in a breath and shut the Aphrodite cabin door behind him, hitching up his checked purple pajama pants and plodding through the dirt between the cabins lined up. 

Seein' you tonight, it's a bad idea, right?

Even if he didn’t work up the courage to tell you how pretty he thought your eyes were when you smiled and how endearing it was that you wrapped and arm around his shoulders every time you were walking together and how that thing you did with your tongue on your lip drove him crazy, he’d still get to see you. So technically he was just visiting his best friend, what was wrong with that?

Seein' you tonight, it's a bad idea, right?

Maybe the fact that if said best friend asked to kiss him Jason wouldn’t even hesitate.

Seein' you tonight, it's a bad idea, right?

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You pulled your curtains shut and waited for your younger siblings to finish putting all of their teddies to bed before the lamps were clicked off. After a few minutes, only the snores of your cabin mates and the rain on the roof were audible.

Hypnos dragged away everyone else in your cabin quickly, but you lay awake staring at the roof, your doona pulled up to your chin. A few polaroids were stuck to the walls next to your head, and the axolotl Squishmellow Leo had bought you for your birthday was in bed with you. You hugged it to your chest and shuffled around, trying to get to sleep.  

You ignored the first tap at your window, which was probably just a Harpy checking everyone was tucked into their beds and not planning to sneak out. 

The second one however, roused you from the warmth of the blanket Annabeth had crocheted as she discovered her skills with weaving. You paused in front of the window, sitting cross legged on your pillow. Whoever it was outside tapped again, so you pulled back the curtains and peeked out with narrowed eyes. 

A grin spread across your face before you could help it, and you heaved the frame up, poking your head out into the night to whisper shout. “What are you doing dude? It’s pouring!”

Jason blinked up at you with soggy hair and muddy pajamas. He plodded through the puddles up to your window. Luckily he was tall enough that you were eye level when he hopped onto a little boulder. “Um…”

“Gimme a second,” you muttered, and crawled out of bed to the shoe rack by the door. Avoiding the floorboards you knew would creak, you hopped back into bed and slid the pink spotty umbrella through the window, opening it up above Jason. 

He smiled, the scar on his lip twisting. You restrained yourself from reaching out to touch it and instead held the umbrella for him. “Is there a reason you’re Romeo and Julieting?” 

Jason eyes were wide and pale blue, like the sky behind a thin veil of clouds. “How am i the only one who- never mind. Uhm… I need to tell you something. 

The rain made it hard for you to hear whatever your best friend was muttering, so you beckoned him closer with a confused smile, “yeah? Did you forget how to use the toaster again? Because honestly I don’t know why you’re opposed to Leo just-” 

“Because of hygiene, for one,” Jason started, “but that’s not why I’m here.”

You gave him a second to think, not used to the genuinely fearful look on his face dripping with rain you hoped wouldn’t turn to tears. You didn’t really know where this was going.

He took a deep breath, his fingers curling around your window sill. “If this goes wrong, please blame Leo and Piper.”

“I could blame them for anything, and I’d be right.” 

Jason ducked his head and spoke to the ground. “I kind of… really like you. I’ve liked you for a long time, actually. I didn’t realize for a while, but it’s sort of…Yeah. It’s you.” 

So it wouldn’t be Jason crying, you realized. It would be you. 

You took a second to try that deep breathing thing someone had told you about, and smoothed out the front of your mickey mouse pajama shirt, blinking rapidly. The reality hadn’t really set it, you were in a sort of shocked state, so you tried to talk before you burst into tears. 

“Uhm,” you said weakly. “I think you might’ve forgotten about your girlfriend again, Jase.”

He went pale. Then he started shaking his head like a wet dog, which he sort of was, really. “No, no not like that. I mean, yeah I like you like that, wait- okay. Piper broke up with me, like five minutes ago, and-”

You took another deep breath and then handed Jason the umbrella. He took it with a lost expression, and you shut your window quickly, breaths turning as shaky as your hands. You were your childhood crushes rebound. You sort of wished you hadn’t opened that window, actually.

Jason tapped again, a lot quicker this time, and urgent. 

Ignoring him was the obvious choice, but that felt too kind. You yanked open the curtains again and then the glass, sticking your head out with a sharp glare. “I will not be your rebound-”

“She broke up with me because of you.” Jason blurted as soon as he realized you could hear him. 

He paused then, and you took in the holy depressing sight that was Jason Grace in dirty pajamas standing outside your window in the middle of the night, rain and tears dripping down his cheeks. “Well, not completely. We never really liked each other, it was all because of Hera, really. We just, well… neither of us could be bothered to figure out our feelings so we stayed together.”

Jason looked down at the ugg boots covered in grass and soil he was wearing. You were pretty sure they were Drew’s. “Apparently she got sick of me pining over you, so she dumped me so that they could make me come here and well, yeah, tell you.”

You blinked in shock for probably too long.

“I don’t wanna make you do anything, and you don't have to say anything, ever, actually.” Jason said quickly, with only honesty on his cute face. “You don’t have to keep being my friend, if you don’t want to, but I won't be weird, I promise. We can pretend this didn’t actually happen. I just sort of wanted to tell you, so I didn't have to hide it forever, I guess.” 

“They?” You asked.

Jason glared in the direction of the Aphrodite cabin. He spoke in a hollow voice. “It was an ambush. There were no survivors.”

You grinned, and then reached out into the pouring rain and held the umbrella, your hand over his. Jason whipped around with red cheeks and a frozen expression. “Uh-”

“Jason,” you began softly. “Did you want to Romeo and Juliet me?”

He blinked. 

“That means come here so I can kiss you,” You muttered, and dragged the son of Jupiter closer by the front of his shirt. Jason’s eyes widened and he made a shocked little sound.

He hopped back onto the boulder and reached up to your window sill though. His eyes were that bit lower than your own in that way you knew exactly what he was thinking and of course you’d oblige. 

“Just c’mere,” you whispered, trying to hold in your smile. Jason leant forward eagerly, and you held the umbrella in one hand tightly, the other sliding up to cup his jaw. You’d wondered what the scar on Jason’s lip felt like. 

Turned out it was just as soft as the rest of him. 

You tilted your head as heat seemed to build in your veins, making your head light. You couldn’t help but pull him closer, if that was even possible, and kissed him firmly. He made another odd sound and opened his mouth slowly.

From what you’d heard from your older siblings, kissing was awesome. You’d always thought it sounded a bit gross though, I mean, someone elses mouth? Their tongue?

This badly timed badly worded fucking adorbale boy in front of you proved that theory wrong. Jason threaded his fingers through your own and you leaned further out the window, drawing him back in and pressing your mouth deeper into his own, lungs burning.  

“Oh my gods,” Jason croaked, opening his eyes a little when you finally pulled away, gasping for air and trying to straighten out your thoughts. 

“Oh my gods,” you agreed, slipping your hand around the back of his neck and holding him close, fingers fiddling with the baby hairs there. Jason grinned, his cheeks as red as his lips. 

“Oh my gods! Go Jason!”

You both turned to see Piper and Leo cheering from behind another cabin, holding a barbie umbrella between them. 

Jason blinked at them, and then turned to you, “I told you, it was an ambush.” 

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#pjo fandom #pjo #heroes of olympus #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #jasongrace #Jason Grace x reader #Jason Grace x you #Jason face #piper mclean #Leo valdez

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lovesick.

jean kirstein x gender neutral! reader. modern a.u.

summary : jean always felt like a fool around you. you've been a fool to not see it.

warnings : very subtle themes of religion (expected at this point)

a/n : y'all are getting FED. pure fluff to make up for peeks and blinders. i hope you like this :)

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taglist : @jeanscremebrulee , @holding-infinity-and-a-book , @mrsnobodynobody .

✿ inspired by this laufey song ✿

he stayed with you for three nights.

before his flight back to his hometown for thanksgiving - an invitation for which had been extended to you as well, by Jean's mom. you had refused politely. you didn't want to come in between a special family holiday with their own traditions. jean tried to persuade you, told you that he'd be so bored without you there, that you're going to like it, but you brushed it away anyway. said you really didn't want to be a bother, flight tickets would be even more expensive with you there, Jean's mother would have to prepare extra food for you. you'd take too much space, you said.

jean said that it was a space he'd let you take. you shook your head with a smile.

before leaving, however, the two of you decided to spend three nights together. everyone had already left to see their families - sasha and Connie had taken the road, Marco left by flight as well. your apartment felt eerily empty so you asked jean one night, tipsy on cheap and old wine, to stay with you for the last three days he was there. after which you would see him - and by extension, everyone - a week after new years. you'd be stuck here, in an empty apartment, all alone, and he really shouldn't be leaving his dear best friend alone to rot, should he?

and jean had been so stupid to agree. he knew he shouldn't have after what he discovered he kept feeling about you. but you were looking at him with such conviction and warmth that he had to.

god, he was so lovesick. it made him feel stupid, really. but it was you, so he didn't really mind it. he'd learnt to shed any sort of discomfort with you.

well, he hadn't learnt it. you had just coaxed him into it without even using your voice.

he rolled his eyes and agreed.

"alright, alright, fine. I'll stay over. but I need to pack first."

you smiled brilliantly. "done!" his heart leapt out of his chest and into your warm arms that were currently trying to pour some more wine. he moved the bottle away from your hand.

"no more wine for you," he said, pushing a forgotten glass of water your way. "have some of this instead."

your smile didn't dissapear, though, and Jean hoped that his heart was still beating in your hands. you just looked at him with your cheek resting on the table and you looked so comfortable in that blue sweater of yours, with him. you lift your head up and drink the water diligently.

he was so, so stupid.

he got everything packed in two hours. made sure everything was organized and easy to remove, and left the suitcases next to your door so he could leave directly from your apartment to the airport. you smiled, again, when you welcome him in, proposing to go to the ice cream parlor.

it was winter. jean grumbled as he adjusted on your couch to glimpse at you from the corner of his eye. you were rummaging in your kitchen for something - chocolate - when you asked him if he wanted to go there with you. he rolled his eyes.

"it's winter." he reminded you. as if you could forget.

"please. you know I don't want the ice cream there. it's the ho-"

"hot chocolate, yeah, I know. that's not why I said it's winter. i dont want to walk in this cold." he complains, but he's already getting ready to move from the couch.

"you make it sound like it's a grand mission." you say, but you've gotten the hint as you, too, move to grab your coat from the rack near the door.

"well, it is, for me. my toes freeze up just like your hands do." he says, but again, he's already slipping his shoes on.

you smile teasingly. "whats the point in having such long legs if you're not going to use them?" you're slipping your phone, wallet and keys into your pockets.

he wears his coat. "self defense." he says. it's not the most normal answer. it makes you laugh as you close the door behind you with a click, locking it. jean would continue to say anything you want him to to make you laugh.

you don't ask him to say anything. he does it anyway. the walk to the ice cream parlor is short, and jean wonders if it's going to snow soon.

"i hope it snows," you say, almost reading his mind. jean isn't even surprised by it. he nods, muttering "same."

"i thought you hated cold?" you say. he should've guessed you would've said that because it's so obivous, the low hanging fruit that came back to bite him in the ass.

"snow is different from cold," he lies, "it's..." he trails off. it's idiotic. he didn't even have anything to say. you breathe out a laugh.

"it's what? better than rain?" you bump your shoulder into his.

"anything is better than rain." he answers, shaking his head, "snow is like if rain was cooler and better." he says, adding a "literally cooler." at the end.

it makes you laugh again, but softer this time. it wasn't that funny. he notes that down in his head like he's going to be quizzed on it later.

"i knew you'd say that." you speak. your warm breath gets fogged up against the cool weather.

the sentence is said in one breath, a certain softness and confession to it. of course you knew what he'd say, out of all people, you would. you'd know what he was planning to do, how the gears inside his body worked, and still let your gears work right beside his anyway. he was sure you knew every little working of his stupid heart except for the fact that it beat only for you.

your shoulders are brushing again. he licks his drying lips, trying to come up with a better joke to pass the time. not that he had to, because silence with you wasnt uncomfortable or forced. it felt like peace, like a small pocket of warmth that couldn't be broken. but he wanted to hear your laugh again; the sound was his own pocket of warmth, even if you complained, sometimes, about your laugh being too loud and boisterous, he didn't care because you were happy and smiling and he wouldn't do anything to take that away.

he's still thinking of what to say when there's a buzz in both of your pockets - someone messaged the group chat. he watches as you pull your phone out of your pocket, typing in an answer that makes his phone vibrate again. he takes a peek at your screen.

Marco :D : my mom is going crazy over how many people she invited :')

she's showing me off to all her friends ijdlsk

constance : I'd show you off if I was your mom too tbh

sasha <3 : agreed

aww say hi to your mom for us!!

Marco :D : will do!! wish you guys were here tho :/

constance : kinda miss annoying jean right about now

sasha <3 : *atttachment : 1 image*

it was a picture of Connie sitting in the driver's seat in their parked car, and his phone was open to a video of jean grumbling something under his breath and connie leaning in close to him snickering and whispering a joke in his ear.

sasha <3 : he was watching this the entire ride while I was drivinf

constance : stop EXPOSING me

jean hears you snort out a small laugh. he sighs in annoyance, saying "I don't miss it." as an obvious lie.

you breathe out another laugh; jean wins again, and hold up the phone to take a picture of the two of you. it's a little blurry when you click it, jean holds a small smile looking at you and you hold up a peace sign with a smile that's yours.

the picture is sent to the groupchat. jean loops his arm into yours so you don't stray too far away from him while typing out 'trip 2 ice cream parlor for the hot choco'

Marco replies instantly.

marco :D : you two are inseparable istg :') send hot choco pics

constance : Marco asking for hot choclate pics like people ask for nudes

I'm 6'3 btw

sasha <3 : LIARRR

also wow hot chocolate without me????? sin.

you smile before switching your phone off and slipping it back into your pocket, saying something about how the two of you should steal their hot chocolate recipie. jean nods half-heartedly.

his mind is on fire. 'you two are inseparable istg' in Marco's words, something he hadn't thought about before. he didn't have to think about it, either, because being with you didn't make him question it. of course he'd always come back to you even if his bones were charred from the inside, even if his body screamed at him to take rest. you were his rest.

he thinks about how yes, the two of you are inseparable, and maybe he's being delusional, but he thinks about how you co-exist with him so peacefully : a feat noone could do with a smile on your face. there has to be cold to imply the existence of warmth, there had to be chaos to imply peace. there had to be you for there to be a him. he thinks about how glad he is to exist the same time and same place as you, your arms linked and pace synchronized. you rest your head on his shoulder when you walk. he thinks about how the two of you simply breathing in such close proximity beat all odds.

his heart beat faster at the thought. or maybe it didn't, maybe he was just aware of the fact that he had one, maybe you were the only one that could make him listen to his own heart that he had forgetten existed for a while.

an ungodly amount of hot chocolate had been drunk only because your "jean they have a discount and it's winter. we have to." persuasion had worked like always, and he had refused to let you pay like always, and you were rubbing your full belly as you unlocked the door to your apartment. it was dark now, reminding jean that winter had a way of forcing stillness and silence before it was due, but it didn't feel that way anymore. it didn't feel like there was a stillness or stiffness because the lights in your apartment were warm, and the hot chocolate had oiled up the machine of his body as much as your presence had. you removed your coat and shoes near the door and jean looked at you, surrounded with these lights and this warmth and softness and thought about how perfectly you belonged here. with him, sharing a space, the same air, the same layers. and he thought about how he belonged here too. with you.

"wish we could do that everyday," you claim, stretching your arms above your head, fingers interlocked. jean scoffed.

"im concerned about your diet." he said.

"it was the best meal we've ever had! if I commit murder and i'm put on death row-"

"death row doesn't exist in this state-"

"then I'd want, like, a whole barrel of hot chocolate as my last meal. with whipped cream on top."

"i think you'd be dead by chocolate overdose instead of the actual punishment."

you smiled, and jean swore he'd melt despite the cold weather after seeing the glint in your eye. "exactly. don't act like you wouldn't like to die by chocolate consumption. I've seen the way you look at chocolate ice cream."

jean clenches his jaw because you're right. "i dont look at-"

"yes you do. you look at it like it just like you look at Reiner's cat."

"she has a name, yknow." he reminds you, sitting beside you on your couch. his arms fold on top of his chest to keep his hands from straying and holding yours. hes afraid you'd feel the yearning behind his touch, because it was something he couldn't control. he could control his tongue from telling you about it, he could control his thoughts to an extent, he could control his stupid heart to an extent, but not his touch.

"right, my bad. what's her name, again?" you ask, just because you know it'll get a rise out of him.

it does.

"it's mcflurry. the fact that you forgot speaks a lot about your character, just so you know. im judging you."

you giggle. he loves it. "you're always judging everyone."

"not you. never you." he says. he doesn't just mean it for the judging everyone part, though, because his voice is soft and startlingly slow, enunciating every syllable because he wanted you to know. he wanted you to know and understand that he'd never not give you the benefit of doubt. he'd never doubt you in the first place.

you're not startled. you smile to match the tone of his voice and eyes. he inhales.

"thank you." you say. you want to say much more. jean doesn't need to hear much more though, because he knows already. he knows that you're not thanking him out of obligation, but out of devotion. like he had thanked the skies out of relief after his middle school English teacher got fired. it was deserved, honestly, the guy had it coming, and all the students had an unsaid hatred towards him-

your hand rests on his shoulder, rubbing the fabric of his shirt. jean exhales.

"whadya wanna watch?" you ask, reaching for the remote on the coffee table, your hand still on his shoulder as if you belong there.

you do.

"that episode of new girl we left out on." he says.

you smile. he belongs there. "fuck yes."

despite thinking that he'd sleep in and relax, his eyes woke him up just as the sun came up, which was to say extremely early. jean groaned as he stretched his limbs, finding himself on the sofa just as he was left last night; only without you. you had fallen asleep on his shoulder and he refused to move until you'd wake up, which turned out to be only twenty minutes ago. his head fell on yours and he fell asleep as such, and his mind quietened with the sound of the t.v. and your soft snores in his ear.

he blinked his bleary eyes up, his bones creaking in protest. but he didn't let them be heard because he found you, with your back facing him, outside the small balcony of your apartment.

it wasn't even a balcony - when you first moved in, it was just an empty space attached to the large window that was unkept and dirty. sasha and Mikasa, her previous roommate, didn't find that much of a use there anymore, but you did. you insisted on renovating the little platform, adding fake and real plants along with a small mat on the ground so anyone could sit there. come every small celebration, you'd decorate it with fairy lights and different ornaments, and jean found it all too endearing how you kept making things yours, including the kitchen that now held mugs with sayings that had outdated humor on them that you had purchased 'ironically', the couch which was now covered in a blanket you had found in a thrift store, the walls where you'd stuck up pictures of all of them together and little sticky notes that the five of you had passed around to each other during class throughout the year, and Jean's heart.

he'd let you rip apart any semblance of empty space in the workings of the pumping organ if you promised to make it yours in the process. and you had, somehow, because his heart now refused to feel empty, and just like you did with the apartment, you had marked every rusted and untamed part of him with your own touch and words that would play on repeat in his chambers for a long time.

he gets up from his place on the couch, passing a hand through his hair before making his way to where you stood outside. you were leaning on the railings, your chin resting on your palm. if he had to guess, it was almost 8 in the morning, the sun was shining in the way it always did in the winters - it's presence was known but shone only softly, refusing to be forgotten. jean leaned on the railing in the space right beside you, shoulders touching yet again.

you smiled at him. "good morning." you said, and your voice matched the skies above you - soft and refusing to be forgotten. he'd never forget you.

he smiled back, face scrunching up so his eyes were squinting as he looked at you, still getting used to the morning light. "morning." he replies raspily. "couldn't sleep?"

you shook your head, looking at the treetops below you. "slept well enough. thanks for being my pillow."

jean's ears redden. you're convinced it's the cold. "youre welcome." he wants to make a joke about how his services would need a payment, but he's too lost in the way your face is lit up by the sun to say anything.

even if you're looking away from him, he can see the shine in your eyes. you've always said, in your own way, that his eyes were really pretty, but he'd argue that it was your eyes that were pretty because only yours could meet his the way they did. only yours looked at him the way they did, only yours had the courage to. only yours could see the way you saw the world.

he looks at the way your lips are shining - he had noticed how whenever they were chapped and dry youd lick your lips a little too much. he had carved all your little traits into the forefront of his skull, drawing in shapes and filling in the blanks of the expanse so that it could be filled with you- your smile, your eyes, your hands, your laugh, your blinks. everything.

god, he thinks, he's so lovesick.

the wind brushes his hair away from his face. he can tell you're shivering slightly even if your arms are under a layer of thick sweater, and his chest heaves slowly - inhale, exhale, inhale - he tucks you under his arm to keep you warm. you smile. - exhale.

if there was a god that day, he was sure that he was out to get jean when he saw you use his mother's noodle soup recipe, warm foods to keep his insides safe not knowing that you were doing that already by just being there. the pair of you had the soup in two servings each, the second one topped with that new chilly crisp you had gotten, the one that made Jean's mouth turn into a puddle, and he was sure whatever fates had aligned that day were out to get jean because his stupid heart did that stupid thing it always did when he was around you. it didn't skip a beat anything poetic like the Hallmark movies, no, instead it stayed there, in his chest because that's where you belonged. it stayed with you, in his chest, in his wheezing, creaking, old machine that was only just realising that it was creaking and wheezing because it was loved.

and he swore he was down on his luck because he saw you dancing to the end credits of yet another shitty movie that you had jokingly decided to hate-watch but only ended up slightly liking - an opinion he would not share with anyone else but you - unsynchronised to the beat of the song, not knowing what to do with your hands, until jean joined you in the cramped space infront of your t.v. where you were dancing and held them, held your hands, guiding them to the melody, telling them what to do with a softness that was only reserved for you.

stupid beating heart.

when the last day rolled around, jean refused to move from his seat on your bed. the laptop you had decided to get homework done on was left askew on the unmade and comfortable bed, and Jean's neck held a small ache at its base, but it was worth it because you were beside him and he was sure your own neck had the same pains he had. it was well into noon, and unlike the previous day where the pair of you had woken up early, you were still dozing off at his side, rolled over with your back facing him.

he had never known this type of peace. the silence that coated the room was welcome to the point that it felt like it had always been there, something jean was only just realising.

he sighed. wondered about how his life had gone on without you in it for so long, how he'd been clambering for meaning not knowing that you were in it, the same earth, with the same beating heart. he wonders how he'd live without you again, how he'd avoid feeling the grief if you ever did leave.

he'd have to hold you then. he'd have to grasp on to you in the same gentle way that he always had, and not give you any reasons to leave. but that was the thing, right, because if you wanted to leave you'd have done it already, and you hadn't, so thst had to mean something, right?

he's always been afraid of loving too much. he'd always been afraid of the fact that he had too much to give, so he always ended not giving any of it because he was too cautious, too self aware to. but you made him comfortable in the way he had never felt before, you made him want to love you too much. he was still deathly afraid of it, but you made it bearable to look at it in the face without flinching.

the rustle beside him made him blink back into reality, turning his head towards your no longer sleeping figure, a small smile etching itself onto his stubborn lips.

what had you done to him?

the wires in his brain were wound too tight as you talked about everything and anything, him replying and adding onto your obscure sentences like they were always supposed to. the gears in his heart continued turning and turning and turning to the sound of your laugh when he, again, had made a joke as a desperate hope to make you commit to fleeting happiness.

it wasn't so fleeting for him, however, because it was you.

night rolled around just as you finished a late lunch/early breakfast for dinner situation - pancakes and french toast and hashbrowns sprinkled with seasonings - and jean rubbed his belly as he came face to face with the confrontation of him leaving in an hour.

but you were simply blinking, sitting infront of him, going through you phone to find a picture that you thought was relevant to the conversation, a smile on your face. and even if it was so mundane, so normal, it felt like a good dream. like he was going to wake up any time soon and come to the revelation that it had all been fake and conjured up because it had to, because there was no way this was real. when you finally found what you were looking for, flipping the phone around so he could see, he found a hard time looking away from your eyes and giddy smile.

did you know? you had to, right? he laughed covering his mouth with his hand as you flipped your phone back infront of you. you had to know. there was no way you didn't. there was no way you had turned him into himself without knowing that you were the cause of it. it was so obvious-

"I'll miss you." you say. it's a quiet admission, sounding like you've wanted to get it over with for a while now. hes sure you have. he looks at you and his heart - the damned machine - does what it always does; it clangs and makes noise.

maybe you hear it. maybe you're meant to.

"i know we'll see eachother again in a while but...I don't know. I've always wanted to spend new years with my friends and not alone. I'm glad we met. I'm glad we exist together." you say. it's not rushed or hidden or desperate. you're baring yourself open to him and it doesn't feel uncomfortable like it does when youre changing clothes infront of someone and you're bare and open and all your scars and hairs and marks are on display for them to see. it feels like this is how it's meant to be.

he blinks.

hes sure if there was music accompanying the moment, it would be swelling and high-pitched and perfect - the type that makes you feel and ache in just the right ways. but there wasn't, and the silence played a greater cacophony than any instrument, because your sentences didn't need embellishments to be pronounced. your statements didn't need proof of being alive - they were alive and bare open and vulnerable and so was he now, because of you.

his heart ached comfortably.

stupid, beating heart.

he realised he hadn't said anything when you got up from the table. he was still staring at the spot where you were a minute ago as you took both your dishes back to the sink. he blinks again. inhales, exhales. gets up to join you, takes your hands that were reaching for the soap in his own warm ones - god they're so warm - and says, "I'll miss you too."

he was glad there's no music. he's glad that his voice, even if it was soft and gentle, wasn't muddled with melody. inhale, you were smiling, exhale. blink. his involutary actions got more attention because you made him aware of his machine. how his machine didn't feel like a machine anymore. how his machine - metal and steel and nuts and bolts - felt soft. plyable. putty in your hands. you're squeezing his hands again; the comfortable ache returning and the two of you start doing the dishes that had been ignored for a while.

warm, orange lights glowed from above you, the sounds of dishes clanking and the sink running was the only things to be heard, and the domesticity became divinity. the kitchen became holy, and his hands - metal and steel and nuts and bolts - became the remark of a sculptor creating something beautiful. the moment didn't feel crafted but it felt like he had caused it, and if he was capable of creating something as great as this then he was sure he was walking side by side with God.

beating heart. inhale, exhale, his hands dry the plate you just handed him, he's hearing you hum softly to a song he knows far too well. inhale, exhale.

an hour had passed sooner than he liked it to, and he drove all the way to the airport next to you. you kept talking like you had to get it all out there before he left. it was only a month and a half, and he knew you knew you were being dramatic, but he loved it anyway. you opt the radio instead of the aux for the first time, surprised when your favourite song comes on.

he turns the volume up. you sing to match it's pitch. he wishes he can show you his childhood bedroom. you'd love it, he says. "i have speakers. i used that fact as like a bribe to make new fridnds. i told people, 'hey I have speakers in my room' and they'd want to hang out with me." what he didn't say, however, was that he only wanted them to see the speakers in his bedroom. now, he wanted you to see him in his bedroom, he wanted you to linger near the doorway. best part was, he knew you would someday.

it wasn't that long of a drive. it felt long though, somehow, because time stretched and restricted when he was with you, and he stopped the car at the airport gate with a heart pounding off from his chest. he wonders if yours was too, but one look at you confirms that yes, it was. you two were in the same boat, the same machine that had been sanded down and weathered until it was soft and rounded.

inhale, "well, this is...it" exhale.

you nod slowly, "this is it." you breathe out laugh. "why are we acting like we're never gonna see eachother again?" you say but you already know the answer. jean does too.

he laughs the same way you do, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he looks ahead, one hand on the steering wheel, refusing to move anywhere without you. "maybe it's the amount of movies we've seen." he says. a lie.

"and who's fault is that?" you ask, teasing and laughing.

"all mine." he admits. it was his. he doesn't feel any remorse for it.

you nod again. you're looking at him. the lights reflect in the water of your eyes.

"call me when you reach?" you ask.

he nods. "promise."

silence. inhale, exhale.

"i think I'm in love with you." you're the one that says it. if he could, he would hear the fast pace of your heart that beat dutifully with his own and he swears there's something in the cool winter air that been locked out of the car because there's no way he's hearing it right. there's no way he heard those words said with deliberate commitment and a hell of a lot of hope - something jean was learning to have from you - because no-one but you had the courage to regard him like this.

but it was you. of course it was you.

his hand holds your cheek before he can even think about it. he blinks. inhale, "I think I'm in love with you too," exhale. matching sentiments has always been easy, but it feels more breathable and bearable now. with you.

bearable, beating hearts.

you smile. you smile so hard your cheeks hurt, you smile so hard that your face feels like your face and not just a symbol of you, your face doesn't feel like a machine and it feels like muscle and skin and fat and blood like it's supposed to and you realize, a little too late, that jean makes you feel a little more human than you are in the way where it feels holy, almost, because being human has always been about being divine. jean makes you see it clearer than you have been seeing it.

another breath passes.

"is this the part where..." he swallows, trailing off. "where we kiss?"

you laugh. "you really think this is a hallmark movie, don't you?"

he laughs too. "no, if this was a hallmark movie then you'd be chasing me at the airport. you'd say-"

"oh my god," you're laughing and your stomach hurts comfortably.

"you'd say 'jean I've been in love with you since I laid my eyes on you'-"

"you wish," your voice is breathy.

"'i can't take my mind off of you, jean, and you deserve the best. also you're very handsome.' you'd say that."

you hold the hand that is resting on your cheek. "oh, jean, I've been in love with you ever since i saw you.-"

"ever since I laid my eyes on you. that sounds poetic."

"you're insufferable."

"and you're in love with me." he says. he's confident and he's never felt better about it than now.

you shake your head with an affectionate smile. "unfortunately yes."

there's a pause. the two of you are smiling. you lean forward to press a kiss on the top of his nose, turning it pink and human. "you'll get a kiss after getting back." you say. it's a promise.

"I'll look forward to it."

stupid, bearable, comfortable, beating organ.

his heart felt alive. his lungs felt like they were no longer chambers filled with air but something that could experience the space of being around you.

god, he was so lovesick. but he was with you, so it didn't matter.

he had you. he always would.

#jean kirstein x reader #jean kirstein #jean kirschstein x reader #jean kirstein x you #aot #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #jean kirschtein #marco bodt #sasha braus #connie springer #smau

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favorite kpop group tag~ thank you @binniesbang!

who is your favorite kpop group?

stray kids, if that was any surprise

which member sparked your interest first?

hyunjin! i've almost always been pulled in by the dancer (lee know i know but) specifically the style of dance hyunjin excels in. the isolation is so satisfying and cool. for some reason choreo always gets a song stuck in my head??

But also!! I had heard they produced their own music and that really got me interested in kpop again

who was your first bias?

chris bang 🤍 went from zero to ult within no more than two days tbh…

what makes them your current bias?

oh god. um. i'll put this in the least embarrassing way possible. (this is a kpop tumblr blog I should probably get over it)

it was a particularly bad year. i stumbled upon their silly videos (thank you stay for the edits<3) and they made me laugh. then i started seeing clips of chans room and him interacting with the boys and just like... he's so wonderful. he's generous and kind and loving and thoughtful. just a shy lil guy who also happens to be a flirt and a fucking dork and it's cute man idk shut upp

who is your bias wrecker?

i was certain i'd never have one, i truly adore each of those boys so so much.

i was however proven wrong after a very sweet, silly compilation of binnie being ridiculous. followed by a face cam of his sclass performance in the supreme jersey?? and the curls?? he has such amazing stage presence and he's a great dancer. but he kept going from his cute sweet binnie expressions looking like he was just so into it and having fun, to the "dark rapper" eyes and commanding stage presence. and like, wow. 🖤 i am a sucker for that kind of duality.

which members are you currently obsessing over that aren't your bias/wrecker?

in another reality han is my wrecker. that boy is the epitome of what i used to look for in guys: babygirl. lol. well, and insanely talented and funny and everything. I adore him

after befriending a couple seungmin stans, i started looking for pics and clips to send them and found myself so incredibly impressed with him and touched by some of the things he's said and done. plus he’s a funny little shit.

hwang hyunjin is such a sweet boy. since we got producer jinnie on the last album i have been looking back and just so impressed with his growth 🤍

when did you first discover the group?

(Upon editing I realize I read this as ‘how’ but oh well)

okokok so

i was a kpop fan 2014-2017 and went all in. kcon and concerts the whole thing

but then i was just on my usual 6 hour yt shorts binge as i tried to fall asleep and saw skz reacting to the "your eyes" mv, specifically felix's part, obviously. i watched it like 12 times just cry laughing at han screaming, hyunjin trying to escape, channie hiding behind his hands and squealing. it was just so funny to see a group kind of clowning their own shit? i thought they were hilarious.

then i saw julien (solomita) had reacted to 'topline' and i was soooo into it. immediately went to watch some mvs and decided cool i'll be a totally normal casual fan of this group’s music….. :)

THEN a lovely lady i'd followed on my 10 year old tumblr account posted about skz. i messaged her that I’d finally decided to check them out and she was kind enough to answer questions and entertain my onslaught of messages as I screamed about how much I love these boys. and she still does everyday so. thank you hana 🌸

have you ever been to one of their concerts?

not yet~

what are some of your favorite songs by them?

THIS SECTION TOOK ME WAY TOO LONG. disclaimer: I absolutely could not include non ot8 this would’ve been 30 songs (I’m probably going to cheat)

Hall of fame. bitch ever since that live stage (which was the first time I’d heard it) I’ve listened to the sclass album 3 times a week no joke, goddamn it’s so good. so just know, i pulled almost every song from that album off this list when i made cuts

levanter. a hard pill to swallow mid relationship struggles and holds a lot of meaning for me.

secret secret. i can't get over how professional this song sounds and how it was just a few years in?

leave. where i got my username~ like I said, relationship stuff. You have not yet really bloomed When the new season comes I hope the warmth will make you bloom Into a flower that never dies

sclass. *bling bling* HIPHOPSTEP. such a fucking chaotic mess of a jam.

megaverse. the breakdown? MEGAPHONE. Han, bitch? We make the rules nobody can hold me yeaaahhh. Your body shakes - STRAY KIDS EVERYWHERE ALL AROUND THE WORLD. Sorry, flawless.

gods menu. ate, bitch. chan was something the fuck else

domino. neeed I say more

social path is bomb

grow up. read lyrics for the first time just now ow

eternity. told u I’d cheat.

love poem. big cheat my list worth it

I am going to be so mad when I realize I missed a song I listen to 7 times a day but been doin this for 2 hours so I’m calling it. Also forgive me I’m still working through the discography (backwards) and haven’t listened to the full first couple albums.

the adhd is allowing no further focus or thought so i will be tagging the same friends as my last tag post no pressure <3

@channieblossoms @skzms @roseykat @thefantasyden @seungsungracha @astraysis @channieswife

Thank you again @binniesbang for tagging me~!

#I WONT APOLOGIZE FOR HOW LONG this is #if yo i wanna read it you can if not that's absolutely okay too EVEN if i tagged you~ #chatty #tag #<3 #binniesbang #ur a sweetie tbh thk u #stray kids #skz #stay

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Foxtrot Alpha Alpha - Chapter 29

Pairing: Hangman x Female OC

Word Count: 2803

Warnings: Talk of death

Summary: Hangman learned his lesson a long time ago to never show his true feelings when someone's words or actions hurt him. To do so showed weakness that could be exploited, and Seresin men couldn't show weakness. Of course, there was an exception to every rule, and Jake's always came in the form of women, three in particular: his mom, Juliette Kazansky, and the girl whose name he could no longer bring himself to speak. She was the girl that got away; she was his biggest 'what if' and his biggest regret; she would forever be the ghost that haunted his dreams. Jake believed that's where she'd stay, for he would surely never see her again after what he did.

Or so he thought.

Notes: This is the sequel to India Lima Yankee; I'm using the same callsign for the Female OC as in Ghost Story because I just really like it, but they are different characters; chapters in italics are flashbacks.

Chapter Songs: Forever and Always Peter Pan

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Ghost

A pounding headache- stemming from her periodic sob sessions every couple of hours- kept the female aviator up most of the night. Even the ibuprofen she'd found in the kitchen at two in the morning barely dulled the pain, so Ghost turned off the alarm she'd set and suffered in silence, only rousing from her bed again at the sound of shuffling and a voice from somewhere within the house. She peeked into the hallway. No one there. She followed the noises to the kitchen and discovered Maverick on the phone; judging by the expression he wore, it wasn't necessarily the best conversation.

Ghost attempted to sneak away to give him privacy, but Maverick turned around just in time to see her. He smiled and bid goodbye to whoever he spoke to before hanging up and saying, "Morning. I didn't wake you, did I?"

"No, sir. I've been up. Everything okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, just got off the phone with Rooster. He said Jules had a bad night. After the hurling stopped, the nausea stayed, so they've barely gotten any sleep. He's trying to convince her to go to the doctor, but she's staying firm and-"

"Not going?" Ghost finished, nodding understandingly. "She's got her dad's stubbornness."

"Tell me about it," Maverick agreed with a chuckle. "Would you like any tea? I'm making some before I head to the hangar."

"The hangar?" Ghost repeated, tilting her head in curiosity.

"I own a hangar and plane out in the desert. Plane's due for some maintenance. I'd invite you to come with me, but I might have my head ripped off by Juliette if I take you to the hangar instead of having you go to her place. Rooster might also lose his head by spontaneous combustion if you don't calm him down. Usually, Jules can, but since she's the source of his stress at the moment-"

"Say no more. I'll need to head to my place first because I have to take care of a few things, and then I'll head over there."

"Rooster and I, and our heads, appreciate it. Let me finish up our tea, and then I can drive you over whenever you're ready."

"I can take an Uber. I don't want to delay you from going to the hangar."

Maverick waved a dismissive hand. "I'll get there when I get there."

Ghost nodded and sat at the table, patiently waiting for the tea. She wondered what to say to avoid the awkward silence settling over them, but he beat her to the punch. "Why were you awake so early?"

Ghost shrugged nonchalantly and said, "Couldn't stop thinking of my dad and my fight with Hangman. The little sleep I did get was sporadic. It'll probably be like this for a few weeks, but I'll be fine. I always am. Nothing some ice cream and wine can't fix."

At that, Maverick laughed. "No wonder you and Juliette get along so well. She says the same thing."

"I'm honestly not sure which of us said it first, but it's always stuck. I know she's looking forward to being able to have a drink again." 

"Speaking of drinks, our tea is ready," Maverick said. "Do you want to drink it here, or do you want a to-go cup?"

"I'll take a to-go cup. That way, we can drink it in the car."

Something flashed in his green eyes, and unless Ghost was mistaken, she recognized it as disappointment. A pang of guilt struck her heart, but as much as she wanted to stay and talk to the captain, Ghost had things she needed to do. She grabbed her clothes from the night prior- now in a plastic bag for easy carry- and her purse before following Maverick out the door with her tea in hand. Ghost assumed they were heading to the Jeep but found herself pleasantly surprised when led to a motorcycle instead.

"That's a Kawasaki Ninja H2," Ghost observed with wide eyes.

Maverick grinned. "Unfortunately, it won't hold our drinks. Otherwise, we could take it. But when I return, you can take it for a spin."

"I can- you would-" Ghost sputtered in disbelief. "All right, but only if you take my Ninja ZX-4R for a spin so we can compare notes on the two."

"I knew you had a motorcycle, but I didn't realize it was a Kawasaki, too," Maverick said, his turn to be shocked.

"Yes, sir. My mom always had a soft spot for them, and it seems that trait passed to me."

"It's a deal then." Maverick grabbed a set of keys from a board in the back of the garage before heading to the Jeep. Ghost followed, but her gaze kept returning to the motorcycle until it was no longer visible. 

They arrived at her apartment too quickly, and while Ghost put on a brave face for Maverick, her heart sank to her stomach at the thought of being alone again. He must've picked up on her hesitance because he said, "If you need anything, anything at all, give me a call, okay?"

"Yes, sir. Thank you for everything. It... it really turned my night around," Ghost confessed, opening the car door. She grabbed her things and bid the Captain goodbye. As she started walking away, Ghost turned on her heel and asked, "I hate to ask this of you, but would you be able to swing by Hangman's and check on him? And let me know if he's okay?"

"Of course." No hesitation. No questions. An indisputable amount of love and respect for him filled Ghost in that moment. Relieved, she told him graciously, "Thank you, Maverick."

Then Ghost went to her apartment. The Captain refused to drive off until he saw her safely inside. Ghost set down her stuff and turned on a light, staring at the immaculate space, save for the mugs residing at her kitchen sink, the only evidence two people had been here last instead of the standard one.

"I should've asked Mav to stay," Ghost mumbled to herself, shuffling to her bedroom. She plugged her phone into its charger and collapsed on her bed, texting Juliette and Rooster that she'd be over later after she got some stuff done at her apartment. Then she texted Jackie, asking her to call as soon as she was willing and able. Lastly, Ghost waited for Maverick to let her know about Hangman. He lived close by, so the response would come relatively quickly, but the ten minutes that dragged by were some of the longest in Ghost's life.

When her phone buzzed with an incoming message, she swiftly opened it to see who it was. The good news: it was Maverick. The bad news: he informed her he hadn't been able to get ahold of Hangman. Ghost sent off a "thank you" and groaned in dismay. Was Jake okay? Where was he?

Ghost's finger hovered over the call button for Hangman, a hairs' breadth away. She could try calling him, but most likely, he wouldn't answer. Besides, Ghost had given him such a final goodbye...

She exited out of the conversation and went to her contacts, calling someone else who could help. Someone who knew Hangman like the back of their hand.

"Hey, what's up?" Coyote answered on the third ring.

"Hey, where are you?"

"At the gym. Why?"

"When you get a chance, can you check on Jake? It's a long story, but-"

"I already know," Coyote said gently. "He didn't tell me much, but I can tell it's bad."

"How did you-"

"Juliette texted me last night. Not long after the fight happened, I think. Asked me to check on him."

For the second time in less than an hour, a pang of guilt struck Ghost's heart, much stronger and more brutal this time. Hangman had sent Juliette to check on Ghost immediately after the fight. Meanwhile, Ghost had waited until she couldn't bear the silence of her solitude- 12 hours later- to do the same, even after witnessing the pain in Hangman's eyes. She'd been so selfish in her pain...

"He's doing okay," Coyote continued, "if not a little more broody and quiet. Whatever he's feeling, he's taking it out on the poor punching bag. He's going to Captain America that thing if he keeps at it. How are you doing?"

"Had better days," she admitted, rubbing a stray tear off her cheek. 

"I'm sure. And Ghost, I'm really sorry about your dad. Hangman told me that's why y'all disappeared for a few days."

Another tear rolled down her cheek, and Ghost struggled to keep her voice steady. "Thanks, Javy. It was- it was really unexpected, but I'm glad I had Jake there. I know things went to shit last night, but I'm still glad he was there with me."

"I haven't told anyone else. Figured you'd tell them when you were ready." "I appreciate it. If they ask, you can tell them, but I won't bring it up unless they ask. Not sure how I'd bring it up in normal conversation anyways." 

"I get it," he said. Coyote started to say something else, stopped, then quietly asked, "Do you think y'all can come back from this?"

"I don't know," Ghost said, her voice cracking. "He won't tell me what I need to know so I can at least understand why he did what he did, and I can't figure out why. I keep thinking it's something I did-"

"It's not. That much, I'm positive about. Jake was screwed up after Ghoul's death. I mean, we all were, but he-" Coyote searched for the right words- "he was really messed up from it. I could never figure out how badly, just that it took a good year to get back a semblance of the Jake I knew before it."

"I wish he'd talk to me about it. If it gets the burden of whatever guilt he's carrying off his shoulders-"

"It'll happen. One day, it will."

"Hopefully sooner rather than later. If life's taught me anything lately, it's that you never know what tomorrow will bring, and God forbid something should happen to either of us, I don't want us to be at odds. Even if we come to a mutual agreement to be friendly acquaintances, I'll take that over whatever we are right now."

"I think he would agree. Listen, I should get back, but I'll text you in a bit to check in, okay?"

"All right. And Coyote, I'm sorry for dragging you into this mess. I hate the idea of you being in the middle of this."

"Don't worry about it, all right? Worry about me going on my date tonight."

Ghost rocketed upwards. "You have a date?"

"Yeah. A cute girl gave me her number a while ago, and, well, here we are. I'll tell you about it if it goes well. Or I'll call you if I need an escape."

"I'm sure it'll be fine, but I'm here if you need me. I'll talk to you later." Ghost hung up and sighed, a soft smile tugging on her lips at the idea of Coyote going on a date. She was beyond happy for him to be putting himself out there and prayed it turned into something bigger and better for him.

Ghost pushed herself up and went to the living room, taking her phone and charger. She planned on some retail therapy- specifically books- when her gaze drifted to the guitars on her wall, namely, the dark blue one hanging above them all. The oldest, most sentimental in her collection.

Forever and always. 

Forever and always.

Forever and always.

The words echoed repeatedly in her head. Hangman couldn't have meant them. Not truly. Not if he couldn't give her the one kernel of truth she desperately needed to hear. Anger swelled in her chest, and she tugged the guitar down. Setting up her phone, Ghost strummed a few notes, getting into the frame of mind for the song screaming to be sung. Once she memorized the lyrics, Ghost strung the first note, her voice ringing out crystal clear. She started out calmly, keeping her emotions in check, but when she hit the chorus, the dam burst as she sang with her wounded heart: "And I stare at the phone, he still hasn't called, and then you feel so low you can't feel nothing at all, and you flashback to when he said forever and always. Oh, oh, and it rains in your bedroom, everything is wrong. It rains when you're here, and it rains when you're gone. 'Cause I was there when you said forever and always..."

After that, the song came out much more angrily than Ghost intended, but by the end of it, all the bravado and fury had disappeared, and with her voice barely holding together, a fresh wave of tears threatening to hijack her video, Ghost finished softly: "You said forever and always."

She stopped the video and leaned back on her couch, the melody and singing having acted as a sort of catharsis to voice her feelings. Most of her followers hadn't pieced together that her recent postings had been related to her emotions lately because they hadn't for the past few years. Only when Ghost had started the account after Ghoul's death- a coping mechanism for losing both her WSO and Hangman- had the songs been linked to her feelings. Otherwise, all the songs had simply been ones she loved and enjoyed belting out to. Only those who knew Ghost was behind the account would see the shift, understand the significance behind each video, meaning Juliette, Rooster, Jackie, and Wolfie. No one else, not even Coyote, Hangman, the Daggers, or Charlie, knew the account was owned by Ghost, and she intended on keeping it that way. If they did somehow, they kept it a secret from her.

Ghost fiddled with her Naval Academy ring while posting the video. Two familiar people instantly liked it: Princess86 and NotJacobBlack. Also known as Juliette Kazansky and Wolfie. The former left no comment, probably because she would be seeing Ghost later in the day, but the latter commented: Do I need to send wine and ice cream to you? I'd bring it myself, but it's hard being overseas.

Ghost chuckled, liked the comment, and replied: Just wait to bring it when I see you next!

The second she replied to Wolfie, another like came in by QueenJ_5_30. Another second later, the person's name flashed on Ghost's screen, demanding to FaceTime. 

"Hey, Jackie," Ghost answered, setting her guitar aside.

"Spill," Jackie ordered.

Ghost shook her head. "I'd rather not get into it."

"So that heart-wrenching song you just posted has nothing to do with why you wanted me to call?"

"Not in the slightest, actually," Ghost said matter-of-factly. "I need your help with something, and it's going to sound absolutely batshit crazy."

"Dealing with batshit crazy is my specialty, and I could use a distraction. What's up?"

"So, you're really good at finding things that people don't want you to-"

"Yep, it's why I got hired for my job. Why?"

"I need you to look into something for me. I need you to find out exactly when Mom and Dad went on their break before I was born."

"Oh, I can tell you that now. It was late May, early June the year before. Why?"

"I'm not going to ask why you knew that off the top of your head. Give me a sec." Ghost did some calculations in her head and felt the color drain out of her face. "Jackie- oh God, I can't believe I'm asking this right now- do you know if Mom had an affair during that time?"

"I'm sure I could find out, but why? You keep avoiding that question. Why do you need to know this?"

Ghost took a deep breath, forcing herself not to jump to conclusions. Still, Jackie had to understand Ghost's motivations. "Because I learned that when she and Dad went on their break, Mom dated Maverick for those two weeks she was away."

"And?"

Pinching the bridge of her nose, Ghost simply said, "Jackie, do the math."

The elder Blackwood narrowed her eyes at her little sister, but Ghost could see the gears turning in her head. It didn't take long for Jackie to catch on. "Oh my God. You think- are you-"

"I don't know, and that's what I need your help finding out. I don't want to ask him and stir up trouble without more concrete evidence, and I don't want to ask Mom because we just lost Dad and-"

Jackie held up her hand to cut off her sister and said, "Say no more. I'm on it. Give me a week."

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The Hobbit- A Kili x F!Reader Fanfic

The Unexpected Party

Masterlist

In the heart of Middle-earth, (Y/N), daughter of an elven king and a dwarf embarks on a quest to reclaim her heritage. Joining Thorin Oakenshield's company, she finds herself drawn to Kili, a dwarf prince. As they journey towards Erebor, (Y/N) confronts the challenges of her mixed bloodline and discovers the true meaning of family. Amidst laughter and camaraderie, she uncovers secrets buried within the mountain and embraces her role as a beacon of hope in the darkness.

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The arrow hit its target.

“Yes!” a h/c hair elf cheered, only she wasn’t an elf she had dwarf blood in her too. Most of her was dwarf, she would live as long as them, and she would be as tall as a normal she-dwarf, but she had elf ears, could speak fluent elvenish and could use elven healing, which she only used on herself and her father.

Sighing, she began to walk back to where she had tied up her pony. She thought back to yesterday when her dream had been turned away from her just because of her protective father.

*Flashback*

As Y/n dusted the wood shavings off of her apron she began humming a song she remembered her mother sung to her back when she was alive. Of course, she remembered her real mother and father, but they never came to get her back. News that the young elf princess had been missing travelled fast across Middle Earth, but no one connected it to Y/n. As she walked out of her room to place the arrow she had just finished making with her stuff outside she heard Bilbo’s raised voice echo through the door that had been painted only a week ago.

“There will be no adventures around here! Thank you and-“

Y/n stuck her head out of the door and her eyes met the dazzling colour that belonged to a wizard she knew quite well. 

“Adventure?” she asked completely stepping out of the door and standing next to her father, her beautiful eyes glinting as she bounced on the balls of her feet. 

“Why, Ms Y/n. Yes I do believe you two would be perfect for the vacancies!” exclaimed Gandalf as he chuckled at the whooping young lady in front of her.

“Yes, I would love to go, when, where, what are we doing? Is there the option I might die? it sounds like I’m in!” Y/n cheered running up to where she hid the bow and sword from Bilbo, who in surprise and shock thought that those two things were in the bottom of his drawers Y/n was never allowed to touch.

“No way on Middle Earth are you going on this adventure!” Bilbo shouted as she jumped over the wall of his front garden. Y/n’s head shot up as looked at him with utter disappointment. 

“But Father I-“

“Don’t you dare ‘but father’ me young lady, we talked about this. I hid that from you for a reason.” Gandalf looked at the two and smiled. 

“I’m sorry Gandalf, but I will not allow you to infect her mind with ideas of this adventure you speak of. Come over for tea, tomorrow. Yes come over tomorrow and don’t talk about adventure with my daughter. Umm, good day!” 

And with that, he closed the door swiftly but not to seem rude, after all, wizards were wizards.

He sighed, Y/n was in the kitchen. Her shoulders slumped.

Bilbo sighed again, he hated arguing with her, and she always won.

“When did you take the swords and bow from my draws?” he asked as he sat at the table drinking his cup of tea.

Y/n chuckled and said with a smile adorning on her face, “ When you came back from Mister Gamgees about 7 years ago. You were a bit on the booze, so I saw the opportunity and dashed into your drawing room. They have been hidden in the bush outside, in a case I bought.”

She had fully turned around her green dress waving around her feet like the sea.

Bilbo laughed and pushed a cup of tea towards her, the two spent the night playing cards until the moon was high in the sky.

*End of Flashback*

Y/n noticed how dark it was and quickly got on her black pony Stumpy and quickly rode home. Bilbo had told her to be back before it got dark for tea. She was doing this to hope that Bilbo would let her go on the adventure of her lifetime.

 When she arrived at the hobbit's house, she quickly tied up Stumpy. She pushed the door open, and a sight met her eyes she would never forget:

Four dwarves were pushing and pulling on a table that wouldn’t go through a door, Bilbo was trying to stop them and as soon as she walked through the door all five heads turned to see her. Y/n chuckled, hung up her cloak, unbuckled the sword hustler from her waists that held only her to daggers and placed her weapons on a chair to her left. She looked back at the dwarves and saw two young ones and two old ones. 

“Ummm. Who is the lass?” one said. He had a shaved head and tattoos all over his muscular arms.

 “This is Y/n, my adopted daughter,” Bilbo said as he wiped the sweat from his eyebrows.

 Suddenly all four dwarves dropped the table and stood in a line to greet her. First, a dwarf who had white hair and his name was Balin, then a blonde dwarf with a beard who was called Fili, then came the one who asked you who she was, and his name was Dwalin, then finally a very handsome dwarf kissed her hand and winked at her. 

He had brown curly hair which fell down to his shoulder and brown eyes that sparkled, he unlike his brother Fili, had only some small stubble. His name was Kili. Blushing, she went to help Bilbo get the table of his foot. 

“Why, on middle earth are there four dwarves here? She hissed to Bilbo. He quite loudly whispered back to her glaring at them. 

“No clue.” Y/n quickly went to her room and pulled her hair over her ears.

 Dwarves and Elves never had a good relationship, and she had the idea they knew a lot more about her than she would like.

When she left her room, she was met by a lot more dwarves than there were originally. Then Y/n stopped as she saw Gandalf talking to a dwarf with a grey beard and holding a tray. 

She stomped over and asked, “Gandalf who are these…. dwarves.”

 Trying not to sound too rude she didn’t want to call them a name she would regret.

 “My dear Y/n these are the dwarves of Erebor, we have Dwalin, Balin, Kili, Fili, Dori, Nori, Ori, Oin, Gloin, Bifur, Bofur, Bombur. We are one short though.” Gandalf said pointing at each dwarf at the sound names then sighing. 

“He went to see our kin, in the iron hills. He will be here soon.” Dwalin said leaning against the doorway. 

Y/n walked over to the table and sat down between Kili and Bofur. Then Fili walked onto the table passing everyone a beer and stopping at her. She raised an eyebrow and took the mug out of his hands.

 She slushed the beer around in its mug. Y/n had had this beer before, and she liked it. Looking up she saw every dwarf looking at her with now wet beards as they had all downed their beers.

 “Come, lass,” Bofur said slapping her on the back. Then Y/n spotted Bilbo looking at her shaking his head at her. She smirked at him shrugging her shoulders she knocked her head back as she downed the beer. 

Not spilling a drop. 

When she placed the mug back down, she looked around at the dwarves, mouths open, very wide. Bilbo huffed and threw his arms in the air. Then she felt an arm go around her shoulders, she looked up to meet chocolate brown eyes. She felt her face warm up, then she moved backwards.

 Only to fall into Bofur, who moved backwards, making Y/n fall off the table and bagging her head. A burst of laughter erupted from the room. Then Kili wrapped his arms under Y/n and pulled her up to sit next to him.

 “So, lass, what’s a young girl like you doing slushing down beer like a dwarven maiden,” Balin said. Y/n felt her heart drop. 

“I’m part dwarf and-,” Y/n said staring at her mug. 

“An elf?” Balin said as she tucked her hair behind her ears. Y/n looked up and the dwarfs were all smiling. 

 “Lass, don’t worry your head, we know what you are!” Dwalin said smacking her in the back. 

“You do!” She expressed.

 To her left Kili put his arm around her and smiled. 

“Of course, many dwarves have fallen for elves before!” Kili winked at the group as Y/n’s face grew hot. She stood up and went to find Bilbo. He was not enjoying the company as much as she was. He was whisper-shouting at Gandalf.

 “And I don’t even want to mention what they have done in the toilet.” Y/n giggled as she walked up to Bilbo and said, “I think they are lovely, and maybe they could tell me a bit about my mother.” 

Then Ori came over to them and asked. 

“I am sorry to interrupt but where shall I put my plate?” Y/n opened her mouth to speak but then Fili said.

 ”Here Ori give it here.” Then he threw it over his head towards Kili who caught it and then threw it back into the kitchen.

 “Hey, I need my head,” Y/n said as the second plate narrowly missed her if she hadn’t ducked. Then Biblo ran back into the kitchen where the table had been placed Y/n heard Kili sing:

Blunt the knives, bend the forks

Y/n looked up at him and smiled then Fili sang.

Smash the bottles and burn the corks!

Chip the glasses and crack the plates.

The rest of the dwarves joined in 

That's what Bilbo Baggins hates!

Laughing Y/n joined in ducking at the odd plate or so. Then Kili jumped next to her and started to spin her around. Her h/c hair followed behind her. 

Cut the cloth, tread on the fat.

Leave the bones on the bedroom mat.

Pour the milk on the pantry floor.

Splash the wine on every door!

Dump the crocks in a boiling bowls.

Pound them up with a thumping pole

When you're finished if they are whole

Send them down the hall to roll.

That's what Bilbo Baggins hates!

After what felt like hours of dancing and ducking, Y/n finally stopped next to Kili, who had a little pipe in his hand. All the dwarves were laughing, and Y/n was chuckling earning a look from Bilbo.

Then a loud harsh knock Bilbo rushed to get it and Y/n followed after Gandalf said hoarsely 

“He is here”.

 In front of Y/n and Bilbo was a handsome dwarf who had deep blue eyes, Y/n had recognised him and by the looks of it, so did he.

Then he walked in through the door and mumbled something about getting lost twice, but Y/n didn’t hear. 

She was too busy trying to remember where she had seen him before when something Gandalf had said brought her out of her trance.

 “This is Bilbo and Y/n is the leader of our company, Thorin Oakenshield.” Y/n looked up and gasped.

 She remembered something, her mother. 

On her birthday, her best friend Dis visited she showed the two a picture of her sons and brother, Thorin was the brother. Then Thorin looked at Biblo, not noticing the girl standing to his left. He did not look impressed,

“What is your weapon of choice axe or sword?” Y/n mentally face palmed herself when she heard the words coming out of Bilbo’s mouth. 

“I am quite skilled at conkers if you must not, but I see no reason on how that is at all relevant.” Sighing Thorin looked at Gandalf and said, “Are we making any more stops, I said to find the 14th and 15th members of the company. I only see one.” 

Y/n stepped out of the dark corner she slunked herself into.

“Good to see you to Thorin.” Thorin then spun around to see a spitting image of his sister’s best friend standing in front of him. 

“There Thorin is our 15th member,” Gandalf said pointing to Gwen. She smirked but then it dropped when Fili opened his mouth and spoke. 

“But Gandalf she is a girl, I bet she can’t even defend herself.” With a flash, Y/n pulled a dagger out of her pocket and threw it at Fili, narrowly missing his face but cutting off some of his beard and ramming into the wall behind him.  Bilbo gasped and the rest of the company chuckled. 

“You’re Namath’s daughter aren’t you,” Thorin said as he walked over to the kitchen table, nodding his head to his kin. 

“Yes, I am,” Y/n said following him and making him a plate of food.

 Thorin chuckled as he sat down. Then the rest of the company joined him. Y/n stood at the corner of the table until Kili beckoned her over. Y/n walked over and squatted beside him.

 “How do you know my uncle?” He said looking down at her, his eyes counting each freckle on her nose. 

“He knew my mother,” Y/n said standing up again after her thighs started to hurt her. She began to walk away but then Kili grabbed her hand and pulled her to sit next to him and Fili. Then Y/n lent towards Fili and said, 

“Sorry about earlier, I just hate it when people say stuff like that.” Fili chuckled and said back

 “It's fine, you can defend yourself.”

Y/n wanted to talk to Thorin about her mother, but more important things stood in the way. Gandalf was telling us about some map when she noticed him pull out a key from his sleeve. Thorin looked at it as if it were a puppy that just spoke. 

“If there’s a key, there must be a door,” Fili said. Y/n smiled at the thought she would be helping the company get back to their home and her mother’s old home. 

Then the dwarves started to shout about something when Thorin stood and shouted 

“Ath gjorv!” Y/n understood what he had said. As a young child, her mother had taught her Dwarvish, and she still spoke it but only she wanted to swear. All the dwarves fell silent, and then Thorin said. 

”The dragon, Smaug hasn’t been seen for 60 years. So, we still cannot just go barging in.” They all looked down and Ori said, 

“We will never get our home back.” 

 Y/n felt Kili move forward, and his knee moved towards hers. 

“But you don’t remember we have Gandalf on the team, I bet he has killed thousands of Dragons in his time.” He said smiling at every dwarf.

 Y/n looked up and saw Gandalf go pink with embarrassment, and instantly Y/n could tell that he had killed 0 dragons in his time. Then all the dwarves started to cheer again and even Y/n joined in this time, she would help get these dwarfs their home back, even if Bilbo said she couldn’t.

 “You will need a burglar then.” Y/n looked up to see Bilbo had walked behind Thorin. 

“And an expert one too.” Y/n laughed, Bilbo was walking straight into this one.

 “And are you?” Oin asked leaning forward. 

“Am I what?” Bilbo asked scratching his head.  

“He says he is an expert!” All the dwarves cheer again but Bilbo cuts them off by shouting 

“I am not a burglar! Neither is Y/n... I think.” 

Kili and Fili start to chuckle. 

“Well, there were a few times when I was out of arrows, and I used to get some from Mr. Jones. But then again I was 50.” Y/n said earning a glare from Bilbo. 

“I am afraid I agree with Mr Baggins, he is no Burglar, but the lass has shown great skill in defending herself, maybe she would like to come?” Balin said looking at Bilbo and then y/n who nodded her head as Balin passed her a contract.

 But before she could get it out of the old man’s hands Bilbo snatched it away from her. Y/n got up and walked over to him as he read. 

“Incineration!” Bilbo said after struggling to say the word for some time. 

“Oh yeah, Smaug would melt the flesh right off your bones,” Bofur said leaning around the doorway. Then Y/n grabbed the contract and lifted it higher so Bilbo couldn’t reach it. As she read through the pages, her heart lifted with every sentence, this looked like fun and she would get a 15th share. Then she said earning looks from the company, 

“Many ways to die, sounds like my kind of adventure.” Then she turned around and saw Bilbo lying on the floor. She sighed; he had fainted.

“Thanks for that Bofur.”  y/n heard Gandalf say as he moved forward and helped Y/n carrying Bilbo into a chair. 

After Bilbo had been placed in the chair, Y/n went to get a quill to sign the contract. She smiled looking down at the long curvy signature. She was going on an adventure, to claim back her mother's homeland. Then she remembered she had wanted to ask Thorin about her mother, so she found him talking to Balin. She handed over the contract and looked at Thorin. 

“So, I was wondering if you could tell me anything about my mother?” she asked after Balin walked away. Thorin smiled at her. 

“Sure, thing lass, well where do I begin? She looked exactly like you to start with, and…. She was a really good friend of mine, She and Dis were best friends so, she also was an exceptionally good fighter.” He said trying to remember what her mother was like. 

“But she went for a long expedition to visit her uncle in the iron hills, when Orcs had attacked her, she had put up a good fight, but one Orc came behind her, and she fainted. But when she opened her eyes, she was in a bed with your father looking at her. Dis visited her twice, one time when she was pregnant with you and then when you were born, she gave you a bow, which I saw on the chair by the door.”

 Y/n laughed. Her mother was exactly how she wanted to know her. But what she didn’t know was how she died.

 “Do…. Do you know how she died?” she asked. Thorin’s eyes fell, staring at the ground. Thorin did know how the young woman’s mother died but he didn’t want to tell afraid that she would go after the one responsible for her mother’s death.

 “No, Y/n I do not know. I am deeply sorry.” Thorin said pulling Y/n into a warm hug.

After the little pep talk with Thorin, Y/n found Biblo was awake and talking to Gandalf, but being the sneaky girl, she was she just listened in to their conversation. 

“Gandalf will you make sure me and (y/n)  both come back, I know she wants to go on an adventure it’s probably her mother shining in her as I am told, but… I am not going.” Gandalf sighed and Y/n walked away head hung low.

 As she walked out of the billiard room, she heard Balin say. “I believe we have lost our burglar, but we have 14 which is better.” She smiled at him and went to sit on the stool by the fire. After staring at it for a couple of minutes all the dwarves came in and started to sing.

Far over the misty mountain cold 

To dungeons deep and caverns old

We must away ere break of day. 

To seek our pale enchanted gold.

Y/n had loved the singing of the dwarves. It was so peaceful and calm. She also remembered this tale, her mother used to sing it when she was younger, and she would always laugh when she tried to do a very deep voice.

The dwarves of yore made mighty spells.

While hammers fell like ringing bells

In place deep, where dark things sleep.

In hallow halls beneath the fells

Bilbo could hear the singing from the billiard room, he was thinking of dragons and fire and gold. Then a fire lit inside him and he wanted to hold a sword instead of a walking stick. Then he shook his head, he was being silly.

For ancient kings and elvish lord

There many a gleaming golden hoard

They shaped a wrought, and light they caught.

To hide in gems on the hilt of sword

On silver necklaces, they strung

The flowering stars on crowns they hung.

The dragon fire in twisted wire

They meshed the light of moon and sun.

Far over the misty mountain cold

To dungeons deep and caverns old

We must away ere break of day.

To find our long-forgotten gold.

By the end of the song, Y/n and Bilbo were fast asleep. Gandalf pulled on a blanket over Bilbo, while Thorin picked up Y/n bridal style and placed her on the sofa in front of the fire, kicking Bofur off it. Then he leaned over the girl's sleeping body and kissed her forehead. 

#kili x reader #kili durin #hobbit #xreader

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Rules: look back on your work, both past and present, finished and unfinished. What are five to ten narrative elements or tropes that continuously pop up in your work? Give a list of these things!

@on-noon don't mind if I jump on your open tag. I can get soooooo weirdly specific with this...

Oh yes, and I am going to carry on the open tag. Anyone that wants to join may.

Read More because oddly specific requires lots of words--

A female character from a very disadvantaged background (see political prisoner, indentured servant, peasant, enslaved person, poor etc.) who has an unlikely meet cute with someone (male) who turns out to be extremely privileged (see royalty, crazy rich etc.). They become friends. One day she has a really rough day, ends up sick, and he takes care of her (like makes her meals, rubs her shoulders, holds her hair when she throws up etc.). They don't end up dating until a while after this happens. If I had a nickel for every time this shows up in a story I'd have dollars by now.

Two or three female characters that my straight-ass spends years trying to ship with every palatable male character in the story to see if I can make them date. After years without success I finally realize that these characters are lesbians and they were made for each other. When their story arcs get finalized into canon they have an epic friends-to-lovers slow burn romance.

A main female character that, in hindsight, should have been my clue that I had ADHD. Re: talks too fast, says the most random shit, won't shut up, sits weirdly in chairs, really good in a crisis, always waving her hands when she talks, sensory issues galore, no eye contact, last minute queen, always has a song stuck in her head, can list 50 digits of pi but can't remember why the fuck she just walked into that room, and most importantly, me saying about this character, "I feel so relaxed when I write/daydream about her. It's like a release. Like, I can finally be myself and do all the things people think are annoying, but everyone in her life thinks she's funny and likes her energy." Like, you might as well have written MASKING ADHD directly across my forehead.

A monarchy that becomes a republic by the end of the story because I want to write about attractive princes and badass queens/empresses but I am also an anti-monarchist...

A character who was based off an irl friend that lost relevance in the story and got written out, only for me to eventually drift away from that friend or discover that they weren't the friend I thought they were.

Long rants about whatever topic I am learning about in uni at that time (assigned to a particular character for plot reasons). This week's rant was on Populism...

A couple that I decided could never be a couple because the power imbalance and political nonsense was too problematic, who ended up becoming a couple anyways because I have no self-control and them being together was just so *feels*. When all is finalized into canon, these couples get a glorious enemies-to-lovers slow burn that lasts several years and plenty of denial (in homage to my own feelings on the subject).

That moment when a character takes off their disguise and reveals that they are, in fact, a princess, goddess, secret agent etc. in order to save someone's life.

Idk what some of these say about me. idk if I want to know...

#tag game #wipi sort of #wipiii sort of

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*walks on in tiredly while utilizing high heels, stares at the chaos, shrugs, offers you tea then sits down with biscuits to watch the world burn* I have zero context about what I just walked into, but darn it if it ain't entertaining after a long week of bull, hope y'all are doing good and getting enough rest plus doing good today! May existence treat you decently.

I would honestly feed you more mythological lore right now but it's unfortunately the middle of a storm with lightning and my brain is tired, so maybe in another ask, but a fun little factoid here: Cú Chulainn once broke a divine sword made by the gods themselves after using it precisely two times, so I personally find it funny if the reason Fi breaks down in TOTK is because Fia/Seraph pushed her too much and didn't take her to a smith before he died and then she just ended up in Wild's hands which wasn't any better, unintentional and probably not a true parallel but just thought I'd share. Plus an excerpt of what he looked like during the Riastrad according to Thomas Kinsella's Tain:

"The first warp-spasm seized Cúchulainn, and made him into a monstrous thing, hideous and shapeless, unheard of. His shanks and his joints, every knuckle and angle and organ from head to foot, shook like a tree in the flood or a reed in the stream. His body made a furious twist inside his skin, so that his feet and shins switched to the rear and his heels and calves switched to the front... On his head the temple-sinews stretched to the nape of his neck, each mighty, immense, measureless knob as big as the head of a month-old child... he sucked one eye so deep into his head that a wild crane couldn't probe it onto his cheek out of the depths of his skull; the other eye fell out along his cheek. His mouth weirdly distorted: his cheek peeled back from his jaws until the gullet appeared, his lungs and his liver flapped in his mouth and throat, his lower jaw struck the upper a lion-killing blow, and fiery flakes large as a ram's fleece reached his mouth from his throat... The hair of his head twisted like the tangle of a red thornbush stuck in a gap; if a royal apple tree with all its kingly fruit were shaken above him, scarce an apple would reach the ground but each would be spiked on a bristle of his hair as it stood up on his scalp with rage."

Just some fun facts.

Lora fic is 45% complete, song of choice is under wraps but I can send in an excerpt when it's not storming outside?

Player's Newly Gifted Wolf Vs Wolfie for the role of best doggo, fight! That or the wolf and horse are immediately Player's besties and help them get up to shenanigans, Legend being overly suspicious? Horse pushes him down with their head and the wolf walks on by at the precisely convenient time, Player wants to play a prank on Wild? Wolf is there as a distraction while the horse helps Player get away with the promise of sneaking them meat bits during dinner, plus I can see Seraph/Fia just LOSING it in the afterlife. On another note, Seraph/Fia noticing neither Wild nor Hyrule are teaching Player how to handle weapons, sighs and immediately goes "Fine I'll do it myself" by pulling a Hero's Shade and teaching them whenever they're in fairly isolated areas, look he respects their view and approves of it, but he also was a Gladiator and had to kill his shield brother so I feel like him teaching anyone self defense is a must, next time Dink comes by the Chain he just gets immediately shanked by Player who at least learned how to use daggers efficiently, or throws down hand to hand with Dink on the ground while Seraph is practically hollering proud comments like a coach or something, or lends them a bit of his strength/magic in a semi-Riastrad state temporarily to help, idk I'm tired, might dive into it later.

Also I have discovered what's arguably a rare Link variant, and that'd be Sir Raven aka Legend's Ancestor, double agent hero of Labrymna from the OOA Manga and Time's descendentant

My sleep deprived self personally thinks it's important more people know he exists.

Something something, au where everything is the same but Player is a Herscherr, or more aptly has a Herscherr personality that's either more like HoV or HoS from Honkai, or au where Player is basically Shin Shin Yuseung from ORV. I only have half an idea how that would work, but let's just say Dink would have a bad day either way, FD would probably be intrigued and First and Sky would once again be divine bait.

Anyway that will be that for today, hope you're having a nice time of the day and existence!

-A Very Awkward and Tired Summertime Musician.

HI SUM I HOPE EVERYTHING ON YOUR END IS OKAY NOW!

Also SIR RAVEN I LOVE HIM

He's such a handsome man.

The idea that the reason Wild breaks weapons so much is passed down from Fia/Seraph makes me cackle- like ancestor like descendant I guess OIBDEWOICEI.

ALSO HERO'S SAHDE SERAPH TYPE BEAT I LOVE IT- sure he's gotta deal with Player screaming the first time they see him but it's a very enlightening experience seeing someone dead in your dreams so mans just gotta suck it up. At least Player gets to shank Dink, that's all they care about.

Wolf and Horse duo! We love to see it! Player's little buddy with too much sharp teeth and the horse who people wish wasn't a predator! Their main focus being Player is cute too.

I'm not very informative about Honkai, other than what my friend has info dumped on me but I do slightly remember a herscherr so good luck with that Dink OHBEOIEO

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Chapter 2 - So wake me up cause I've been asleep now for days

Inspired by the song "Dangerous" by The vamps.

Warnings: None so far but darker than the game.

Pairing: Lucifer x MC

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"I was looking for you". A new intruder was entering his bedroom, a new actor to play an unknown part. "About what we were talking earlier, I think it had to do with what just happened and..."

"I know and we have to hurry."

"I consider that in a couple of weeks..."

"It must be tonight."

"But... tonight? Isn't it just too... rash? It could make things worse, just imagine the outburst of anger it would produce. I don't think the news would be welcomed if we ask them to leave, moreover..."

"Who is leaving?" The youngest voice that had disappeared before had returned now with more strength than ever. The other two voices hushed, the faces of the interlocutors blushed, their gazes met for a second and the next one they both were looking at different directions, at the roof, at the outside. "Solomon" I heard you, who's going to leave?"

"Luke... that is a conversation you're not ready to hear, Someday, you'll understand it".

"I'm not a child, stop behaving as if I was a child!" The little blonde boy had shaken because of the other men's behaviour, however, he forced himself to cool down, when he remembered he had to act in a mature way in order to show his point. "So?"

"Take care of Lucifer, Luke, I appreciate it. Solomon, I will see you tomorrow morning, a solution must be arranged for this situation. Good night".

"Good night, Lord Diavolo" Solomon watched him leave after giving him a significant look. "And good night, Luke".

The youngest one shocked for being ignored, looked at them leave, he clenched his fists and his cheeks reddened, however, once he was back by the  convalescent man side, his gestures softened, he sat on a chair by his side, with a book on his lap since he was going to stay there the whole night.  

When the clock indicated it was time to get up and his eyes opened, he discovered that his bookmark was on the floor and his neck was aching, which mean he had been sleeping for a while now. He was startled when he approached to the bed and found out his nightmare had come true and had even been worse than nodding off because the bed was empty and the messy covers over the bed. It was no possible something like that had happened under his surveillance! What an awful job he had done! Jumping, he left his seat and ran towards the door, when he opened it, he smashed into the demon he was supposed to be taking care of.

"Lucifer! You're fine!" He exclaimed, visibly relieved.

"Everyone keeps calling me that way, is that my name?" His legs trembled, and he was grasping the wall, trying not to fall on his way back to his bed, the boy offered to help and, in that way, he was able to safely land on his bed, the boy had nodded at his question. "And who are you?"

"Luke, I'm an angel"

"I do believe you are and that is why you've been looking after myself, I heard you saying you'd do it. I guess we're friends, isn't it?"

Luke opened his mouth, his breath got stuck in his throat while he shook his head denying such statement, his head was about to break away from his neck due to the strength he used to deny that bond.

"I am no friend of any demon! I did it because of my angel nature! But I am not a friend of yours or any other demon, I don't trust you and I do-don't care about you either! I've been dragged into this place!"

That outburst sent a pang of sourness to his chest, he remained silent and thoughtful about it and began wondering what that meant, if he did not trust him and it was meant such a big offense for him conjuring up a friendship, that only meant he must had been someone hateful and he was not fine with that idea. The sight of the demon being so lost on his thoughts made the angel feel guilty... did he look sad? Had he made the most powerful of demons feel sorrow in his heart? No way! It had to be one of his facades, of his tricks, he was a demon! And yet, he could not help but feel regret.

"I'll bring someone, somebody should check on you. I won't take long, wait here!" The boy left the room while he was running down the hallway. 

"Oh! Lucifer I was just coming to see you when I ran into Luke, he screamed something at me, something about bringing Simeon so he could check on you or something like that, I did not think you'd be looking so good so soon. Of course, not as much as I do". 

Lucifer lookes in suspicious at the newcomer, he sighed this was going to be complicated.

"But you still remember me, correct? I'm Asmo, your favourite for being the most beautiful among the three realms. How could I help you to refresh your memory and you could stop looking at me that way?" I know I've impressed you due to my beauty and amazing style, but a side of my rather see your old expression, I'd like you to remember all the extraordinary things I've done before"

The aforementioned denied, he was tired of it, until later he thought of something that actually could be of help. 

"Could you show me some pictures?" the hazel haired man, got up at a great speed and only a few seconds later he was back, just when Lucifer was starting to get relaxed again, it seemed literally the man had ran and came back with at least three photo albums, that would be a very, very long day for Lucifer.

He was tired of seeing Asmodeus on every single picture he was shown, and he was about to kick him to make him go away, when the door opened and as if he was action on instinct, his heart was relieved and a unconscious smile drew on his face, although he could not tell why, so he breathed in and tried not to kill Asmodeus.

"Lucifer!" The newcomer greeted; one could say she was now at ease. Asmodeus started saying some things about the photographs that the girl did not consider as important, and once Lucifer himself reassured it had been such a big pain having to look at all the pictures of the man, was lucky enough to stay alone with that mysterious young woman that was at the same time so familiar.

"Hey, you".

The girl paid attention to him, since she had been wandering on her thoughts.

"I have a name, you know?"

"I know, I know, it's just that after that child's outburst after I implied we were friends, I attempt not to immediately fraternize, it gave me the impression more than a friend he's like a pet, if you look at him, he looks like a puppy" He was reflecting while he was talking, adrift on his thoughts,  but later he focused on the girl again, who was confused looking at him and soon she realised he was talking about Luke, she laughed at the fact that even if he was not able to remember a single thing, he kept thinking of him as a chihuahua, as he would always call him. "You're MC, aren't you?"

She nodded.

"Do I know you?" And for a moment they both had a conversation that allowed Lucifer to get to understand so much more than what he had been able to understand with Asmo's glam pictures. During that short period, Lucifer got to know his brother again and a bit more to himself thanks to that. "And what about you? Are we close?"

A kiss, another kiss to those forbidden lips, always icy because of the time they had been away from the sun. 

"I'd like to remember, although, for now, I'd like to rediscover  what is all of this, what is for sure is that you've woken me up from the desolation I had been into".

A smile and so many things more to say and remember, once again interrupted by an intruder, leaving the both of them with a secret that both shared and was unknow to the rest, although it would not be for long enough.

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[valkaryah]

This tag/ask game is so fun! Thank you so much for tagging me @presleyelvis <3 I loved your answers btw ;)

last elvis song you listened to: Little Sister

current elvis song stuck in your head: Long Black Limousine (I wanna put this one in a movie)

favorite live performance moment: I have several favourite moments, he was an amazing entertainer and a goofball lmao, but lately I've been thinking of the moment in Elvis: That's The Way It Is when he leans on his knee, the mic stand is completely diagonal, and he's saying "It's a very tender love song. it's a ballad. and um.. you get up into a girl's face yknow, very close, and you say YEAHHH!!" hes talking in his pleasant voice and then just YELLS it makes me laugh but if he did that to me he'd scare me shitless. Anyways and then he just start singing Hound Dog lmao.

favorite genre/era you like to hear elvis sing most: I think if you love Elvis you have appreciation for each of his different eras, each one is special in its own way and I personally can't choose a favourite. His rise to stardom in 55-56 when his voice is so young, so untouched, so unique, that era of Elvis is one most beautiful moments in music history for me. His phoenix moment in the late 60s, his comeback in 68, will always have me on a chokehold, the way his voice is so strong and lower, it's just such a special moment, he gave everything he had and more. But right now I'm really into the time period of his return after the army and the release of Elvis is Back! This album is what I've been listening the most during these last two weeks ( and I recently got a really beautiful coloured vinyl pressing of Elvis is Back! and I'm so <3)

current favorite elvis song (bc how can you pick!): Reconsider Baby. Once again Elvis is Back! is a perfect album and Reconsider Baby is my favourite song to ever close any Elvis record, just an amazing and very underrated song. I'm really a blues girl.

elvis song you tend to skip: I rarely skip his songs, but I don't really enjoy Guadalajara and Angel ( I recently got a second hand vinyl record of Easy Come, Easy Go) and yeah I don't like when those come up. But other than that not much.

what kind of music did you listen to before/besides elvis: I really got into Elvis after the movie, because Baz showed me what Elvis was like while performing, his electrifying, world shaking energy that just jolts right through you. The music I listened "before" Elvis is basically Elvis's musical sons or his successors in a sense, or at least in a chronological view because they appeared right after Elvis. My musical taste has always been rock music and it's subgenres. Around age 11, or fifth grade, was when I started to discover the music that spoke to me with classic rock n' roll like Led Zeppelin, Pink Floyd, Guns N' Roses, grunge with Nirvana, Pearl Jam and Hole and a lot of nu-metal. I also listened to a lot of Red Hot Chilli Peppers, they were one of the biggest rock bands when I was a kid. During my teen years I heavily gravitated towards post-punk, post-hardcore, metalcore with bands like Brand New, Citizen, Knocked Loose, La Dispute and also indie alternative rock bands like The National, Interpol and Placebo. Female alternative musicians like Kate Bush, Lana del Rey, Fiona Apple, Florence Welch and Mitski are so important in my life as well, I wouldn't be the same without them. So yeah I listen to a lot of rock, my beggining was classic rock n' roll and I've always have been all over the rock genre musical family tree. But I also listen to a lot of blues, jazz, some rap and some pop, and as of late, a lot of brazilian music, I really love Chico Buarque and Seu Jorge. ( I wrote a lot but I can talk about music for hours ok, give me a break)

are you collecting elvis' cds, cassette tapes, 8-tracks, or records?: Yes! Most of the money I've spent in these last months has been on Elvis, mostly vinyl records but also cd's, dvd's and books. I will work harder to make my collection grow <3 !

is there any other music you've started listening to because of elvis?: No. Like I said rock n' roll was always my thing. But I've been in an "oldies" kinda mood again since Elvis and I'm listening to a lot of music from 65-71 as of late. A lot of Led Zeppelin too, I feel like I'm 12 again.

last live performance you were at: last live perfomance was of this cool band I saw in the random festival near the place I live that I can't remember the name because I wasn't sober. Last big artist perfomance I saw was Lana del Rey in 2019, my first time seeing her, I lost my voice in that concert lmao.

if you could have been at any of elvis' live performances, which would you choose: Any Elvis live perfomance would be amazing. But yknow if I had to choose one, then the 68 special. I'd kill to be one the girls in the audience during the 68 comeback special, I mean I'd pass out, it would be too much for me, but it would be worth it. He's really close to you and he's absolutely drop dead gorgeous and his perfomances give me goosebumps, so yknow I'd pass out on that set, they'd have to call an ambulance, but yeah, that's how I wanna go. 68 special.

I don't have that many Elvis mutuals as of yet but I'm tagging @ash-omalley @troubleinapinksuit and whoever else sees this and would like to answer as well! I'm tagging you so just tag me back because I'd love to see your answers and get to know more of you 💕

#tag game #this was very very fun ❤️ thanks for tagging #me 💕

[dirtanddistance]

Squamish50 Reflections

Now that the afterglow of the 50-miler has faded and reality sets back in, I’ve had a moment to reflect on some of the lessons and oddities I encountered during and after the race, and am ready to share them with the internet void (and you, dear reader)!

Appetite woes: A common joke in the running community is the idea of running a lot so you can eat a lot. While I try not to fall into this mindset, I 100% expected to feel pretty famished within 24 hours of finishing a 50 miler. I was surprised to discover that I was wrong, and that it actually took two or three days to really feel hungry again. I panicked during the first day and had to google if this is normal. At least two other people on the internet said it was.

I have no control over the inside of my brain: This is a lesson I should have learned from my 3 prior ultras, which, although they were all 50ks, were all over the spectrum in the mental aspect. I already had experienced that you can do the exact same race twice and have dramatically different experiences despite having trained pretty solidly both times. All of these experiences were conveniently not in my brain when I panicked about 15k into this race and alternated between a steady negotiation with myself about quitting and the song ‘Replay’ by Iyaz on loop in my head.

If you run long enough, your brain will generate thoughts you no longer thought you had access to: see above, having ‘Replay’ stuck in my head for at least 35% of my course time. I had not listened to this song since I was in high school. It does not resemble anything currently on my very carefully curated training playlists. I had meticulously groomed my listening habits during my training runs with an agreeable mixture of Rich Roll podcast episodes and music which I thought would be okay to have stuck in my head during a race. None of this was remotely useful during the actual race. I did not draw on any deep inspiration I may have gleaned from my podcast consumption, and the only thing I accomplished by listening to The 1975 for hours each week was to have a recurring nightmare featuring Matty Healy. Not a singular controversial groovy bop remained in my head to console me as I plodded along. Only Replay by Iyaz, and the specter of giving up and going home.

People will think you’re crazy for not listening to anything during the race: I listened to music, podcasts, or the voices of my friends during literally every training run for this race. I listened to absolutely nothing besides whatever was going on around me during the race. I have never listened to music during a race. My mother thought I was a raving lunatic when I informed her I was not going to listen to anything during the race. Now, was it a good decision to listen to nothing? I think the fact that my brain spontaneously reintroduced me to a total banger of a throwback jam was worth it, but there is always the possibility that I could’ve drowned out the quitter-itis with bops. The fact that I had no bops and still did not quit may deserve a medal of its own, and at minimum gives me a mild air of smugness about my mental game for surviving like it did.

The voice that tells you you’re never doing this again will go away alarmingly fast: I was completely ready to say I was never going to do any race ever again when I crossed the finish line (we can ignore the fact that I was already registered for another race less than two months out from the ultra). I proceeded to register for an 8k in my hometown within the week, and within about two weeks was ready to sign up for at least another 50k in the coming months. I don’t offer much unsolicited advice about ultras, but one thing I do think is really important is to have fun and follow your heart about them. You might have periods where you’re really enthusiastic about running real long, and seasons where there’s just no pull to register for an event. My experience is that listening to that is a really good idea. The drive to get out there again will come back, even if it takes longer than expected, and you’ll have a much better time training when you’re feeling ready to go again than if you are trudging through because you feel like you ‘have to’ do another ultra. The trails will be there waiting when you’re ready, take your time.

Next up: Valley Vertikiller 30k Race Review

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[jevilowo]

Hey guys read this edgy fucking story i wrote when i was 12

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"Write About Secrets". Ha. I'm willing to bet that the entire class will write some ridiculous story about their cutesy "I stole a cookie out of the cookie jar" experiences. As will I, obviously. If anyone knew my real secret...

On the outside, I look sweet and innocent with chocolatey curls, frilly socks, a frilly dress and a huge pink and yellow bow perched on the top of my head, no matter what else I'm wearing.

My father, a rich businessman, nicknamed me Angel, as did my Mother. So did my finicky Grandmama, although she would frequently announce that I would "Look cuter blonde". The last time we went to stay with her, she dyed my hair platinum blonde as I slept. It looked ridiculous.

A week later, she sadly passed away. Dysentery, the doctors said. No one noticed the now empty bottle of rat poison in the back of the cupboard. Grandmama's house always had a rodent problem. Luckily, I took care of the biggest rat. Her.

My father is, as I already mentioned, a rich businessman. Well, he was before he was arrested. My mother never liked him much. She said he was a conning badword badword. I quite agreed.

He was boisterous, loud and never let Mother and I do anything remotely fun. Our holidays were spent cooped up in beach villas, never allowed to leave. And although mother denies it, I am almost entirely sure that he was cheating on her to a famous supermodel lady.

Father's main weakness was his tendency to throttle people who called him or his business idiotic. I learned this when I was two, when one of his his co-workers told him that his plan to expand the business was idiotic. Not bad for an earliest memory.

One night I said: "Daddy, dearest?" (Father likes me to call him that) "please could you explain this maths homework to me?" (It was "advanced" algebra I swiped from someone's backpack. Wasn't even remotely difficult.) "Unless, of course, you're to busy working on that IDIOTIC business of yours".

Predictibly, Father lunged across the table and tried to strangle me, à la Homer Simpson. For a second I thought: "Is this going too far?" But then I thought: "Nah". I squealed girlishly, and mother came rushing in. She took one look at what was happening, grabbed her phone and dialed 999.

A week and an overcomplicated court case later, Father was in jail for child abuse, and it was discovered Mother was right about the whole "conning badword badword" thing. The judge found out that he was conning his clients. I'll spare you the details. Mother remarried, and now I have a rich, handsome lawyer as a stepfather.

9 months later, I had a new baby brother. "Oh look at cute little baby Bobby!", the neighbours gushed. "Oh, isn't he adorable? I heard he has a sister? Eh, who cares. Ain't he the sweetest?" It was sickening, I tell you. Sadly, he died a month later.

They think him rolled over in his sleep and got his head stuck between two pillows and suffocated. "Did you hear what happened with little baby Bobby? The poor little mite! Not to mention his sister. She's wept buckets, apparently. Oh, the poor little girl!"

Buckets? More like teaspoons. Crocodile tears. Like the cartoon crocodile on the pillow I used to smother him. Dead babies tell no lies. Or truths, for that matter.

Rich handsome lawyer stepfather man had a ridiculously large family. Which can only mean one thing: ridiculously large family gatherings. Roughly once a month, sometimes more, the whole family got together and do foolish things, such as singing competitions.

His sister, my new Aunt Ruth was especially obsessed with these. Every single time, she did about five diffent song and dance routines and expected the rest of the family to adore them. Well, they may have, but I never did. A few months after the death of my baby stepbrother, she decided it would be a "wonderful idea" to make all of us do a musical together, namely Annie. And guess who had to play the titular character?

She had cast herself as one of the main adult parts, Miss Hannigan, which meant she had a melodramatic solo song. It was during this that fortunately, I mean sadly, her routine was interrupted when she got hit by a stray falling light.

Little Orphan Annie was luckily in the bathroom during this, so she didn't witness this happening. It was lucky everyone forgot the "don't leave the wings during performances" rule. It was luckier that I cut the right rope. I can never tell stage left from stage right...

These "little accidents" probably would have continued, but I read mother's diary. She thinks she's cursed, so I decided no more "accidents". At least in the (step) family...

School was, and still is the worst. I have to deal with ditsy cutesy little girls who actually want to be my friend. The worst of these was the dreaded Anastasia Bettina Cordelia Daye. She wanted to be my "bestie" and it is sickening how hard she tried. I swear, she once filled my lunch box with glitter and ruined my cavier! What a waste of perfectly decent fish eggs.

One day I pulled a risky move and while we were all crashing down the school steps (very undignified) I crept behind Phillipa Nevaeh and shoved. Guess who she collided with and sent flying down the steps?

Anastasia Bettina Cordelia Daye died from blood loss due to the huge crack in her head in the hospital a while later. They were too late to save her. Her last words, croaked in the hospital bed were: "tell...... bestie........." She never finished the sentence. Everyone assumed she meant me, so I had to act twice as sad, which is harder than it looks.

Did I regret a thing? Well to that I say:

is glitter poured all over one's cavier forgivable? In case you are a complete and utter imbocile (likely), the answer is no.

My teacher, Mr. Dickory was especially miserable about this. Mainly because

Anastasia Bettina Cordelia Daye was his favourite student, hands down. He kept trying to "talk to me" about her death and how we were dealing with it.

He also complained about my bow and told me to politely remove it every time we made eye contact. This was excessively annoying as I need it for my "sweet and innocent" ploy.

Also, he made me do art which is a complete and utter wate of time, although every single time I brought that up he would say: "you cannae be gud at eve' thing, lass" (by the way, he was Scottish). I took offense at that because that is definitely not the reason I hate art so much.

Mr. Dickory had motorbike, of which he was extremely proud, mainly because it was Scottish, like him. One sad, fateful day he crashed the blasted thing into a wall, when he was driving home from the school.

He was sadly paralysed from the waist down. He will never walk again, let alone teach seven year old girls. No one seemed to notice the torn up engine wires. Everyone seemed to believe that my blackened hands were the product of a leaky pen.

After these incidents, mother insisted on pulling me out of school. She believed that the school was jinxed. I pitied her rather, and resolved to stop the...ah, accidents. For real this time. Never again.

Not long after this incident, rich handsome lawyer stepfather man dragged us off to another family gathering. Personally, I'm surprised it went ahead after what happened to Aunt Ruth. Now would be a good time to mention my cousins.

Due to the whole "large family" thing, I now have fifty-six cousins, plus the one or two on my biological father's side. Some of them, I must admit, aren't too bad. Others are pains in the derriére. Some of them are just plain weird. But none are as bad as the Twins of Terror. (By the way, I did NOT come up with the name "Twins of Terror". It is a TERRIBLE name.)

The twins, Darren and James, were, and still remain, the absolute WORST people I have ever had the "pleasure" of meeting. They lied, they bullied, they stole... and don't get me started on the swearing. Worst of all, they decided that I -out of all the slightly insane people in the family- was a good target for all of this. Something about my "18th Century Lingo" and my "Like, Super Lame Outfit". Offence is taken.

Alas, nothing could be done as all the adults believed that "Darren, Darling" and "Jamie-Wamie" were nothing but kind, sweet, innocent and pure twelve year boys. And I SWORE to never again... you know. So nothing happened to the twins. Life continued.

The final straw came at the earlier mentioned family gathering. It was 20% quieter without Aunt Ruth. Slightly less chance of my eardrums bleeding.

To my dismay, the twins hadn't spontaneously combusted on the long journey to Step-Grandmama's mansion. They cornered me on my way back from the bathroom, going on about my "conning badword badword jailbird badword" father. I pretended to actually care, in the hope they would get bored and leave.

But then they started on Mother. .

They called her many, many unspeakable things, even stooping so low as to accuse her of the death of Grandmama and Aunt Ruth and the arrest of Father! How dare they?! She was my only solace in this crazy world! I could NOT let them get away with this.

That night, I staged my most elaborate scheme yet. I knew they would enter the huge kitchens, searching for a midnight feast at around two a.m. because I knew for a fact that they did that every night. I lay in wait under a table, with two knives, an onion and a scrap of paper.

Sure enough, my prediction was correct. The twins entered at 2:06 a.m., and started rooting around in the one of the many cupboards.

I pounced.

Darren. And then James. Two clean strikes of the knives, and my job was done.

I sliced the onions under their eyes, so their dying breaths were mingled with tears. Also to make the scene more realistic.

I gently pushed the first knife into the gaping hole in Darren's chest, and did the same with the second knife and James. I positioned their hands on their respective knives, so it looked like they were each stabbing themselves.

As if they were both committing suicide.

I left the scrap of paper- a fake suicide note- lying between their lifeless bodies and slipped back upstairs to my guest bedroom.

I was awoken three hours later, by a scream. I assumed this meant that the bodies were found. I pulled on my dressing gown and ran out, pretending to be confused and scared as the entire family barrelled downstairs like a herd of wild buffalos (except me. I trotted daintily).

The scream had come from an obviously terrified kitchen maid (yes, Step-Grandmama had kitchen maids). The maid silently pointed at the bodies, which by now were starting to smell a bit. Everyone was silent for a second. Then there was UPROAR.

I don't exactly remember what happened next. There was a lot of screaming and crying. I think I pretended to faint because the next thing I knew, I was sitting up on a couch, being gently told that my cousins were dead.

The suicide note must have not been convincing enough, as the police were called in that afternoon. Luckily, they didn't think to interview me. But they suspected Mother.

Why? Because APPARENTLY my (step) Aunt Janice (the twins' mother) had heard the twins accuse Mother of murder, and decided that Mother killed the "Little Darlings" either to silence them, or for revenge in suspecting her.

I think I pretended to faint again. When I woke up on the couch (again) I decided that I absolutely had to do something. Mother doesn't deserve punishment for my crimes! She is probably the only person in the entire universe who doesn't. That night I came up with a plan, which I went downstairs to carry out at 4 a.m.

The next morning, I scribbled up a confession, shoved some chocolate and a knife into my pocket and went downstairs, praying my plan would work. I requested an audience with the police officers and my (step) family in one of the many living rooms.

I confessed to my crimes.

Just kidding!

I announced that I had found one of the kitchen maids, dead on the kitchen floor next to a note confessing to killing the twins. There was a bullet hole in her chest, and a gun clasped loosely in her hands. Everyone rushed to the kitchens, to see if this was true.

In the confusion, I darted up to mother and rich handsome lawyer stepfather man's guest room. I tucked the confession note into Mother's diary and threw myself out of the window. I landed softly in a bush and ran away.

I ran because I knew that the Police would start to get suspicious of me when they heard of the incedents that had happened in my school. I was almost sad that I had put mother through so much, but hopefully she would have another child with rich handsome lawyer stepfather man and forget about me. Sadly, I never found out if this was true.

I escaped to the docks and smuggled myself onto a ferry. Where I ended up, I'm not telling you. I will tell you, however, that I cut off most of my hair with the knife, stained my pink frilly dress with mud and abandoned my socks, shoes and bow. Some orphanage people found me and took me in. A year and a half later, I was adopted.

I was adopted exactly three years and two murders ago and I am writing this, aged eleven in a stuffy classroom. If any of this information ever got out, God knows what could happen.

But before I go and write about stealing cookies from the jar, here's a warning: I could be anyone.

Your neighbour, your cousin, even your best friend.

Be careful what you do.

Be careful what you say.

You never know.

You could be my next victim...

FIN

#i want to apologize #for the overabundance of edginess #but to be fair #i was 12

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TGIWednesday...My personal 9/11

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My father could be shall we say “difficult” to deal with.  Near the end of his life, Hospice called me and asked for permission to give him Ensure (the protein drink) and I was like, of course.  And they said,  "Ok, when can you have it here?"  I was like, "What? You charge people like a grand a day, how come you don’t have a 52 foot truck filled with Ensure?"  Well, off I went to my local grocery store/Publix.  I reminised over going there for beer and ice when we were young and going out boating all day with my dad, followed by late night trips for diapers and formula for our sons, and now I am going there for Ensure for my ailing father... Life is odd right?  I go to the grocery store and get all the vanilla and chocolate Ensure cartons they had.  All of them.  Struggling to carry them to my car in a light rain, a box tore open and one can of either vanilla or chocolate rolled into the sewer grate.  Then I headed over to visit my dad and his nurse.  When I got ready to leave, my dad said with a frail voice, “Jimmy, get me some strawberry flavored ones next time”.   He passed 7 years ago during the Whitehouse moment of prayers on 9/11, and I have no doubt he wanted us to always remember him.  My dad could be mean and self-centered but was also generous and enjoyed adventure.  He worked like a trojan and I learned two things from him.  One to put in the time working and creating.  And two, to contrast him and be more like my mother, loving and kind to everyone. This weekend we’ll see Ringo Starr live and I look forward to the song, “It don’t come easy.” Ringo is big on Peace and so am I now, more than ever. 

*Photo caption: This past Sunday 9/11, I saw 7 wild Canadian geese on the anniversary of my father's passing across the street from his home where he used to live pretty rare sight for Florida LOL  

  Check your inbox next week! We are releasing the Lucky777 pdf/mp3. Clearings for changing your luck and increasing your odds of winning in life and also when betting on races, sports competitions, giveaways/drawings/raffles, 

lottery  tickets & scratchers, cards/casino gambling, slot machines and all other games of chance.    Even if you don’t gamble, this could change your luck in a stuck area of business, love or even how you’ll play the game of life!!! ??

  “I’m not much of a gambler, but what I discovered while listening to this MP3 is that everything is a gamble and that winning in life means getting what you want, no matter how big or small. After listening, I felt like I had more of a winning mindset to help clear the way for luck in all things!” – B.B. / CA   

TGIWednesday Download

~ EARTH SCHOOL LESSONS~ 

I believe, think, know and feel that I am in a constant state of self discovery and learning from others what to not do is just as important as what to do.  I know, when, where, how and why to pay attention when people are communicating because they’ll tell you all you need to know if you’ll just listen.  I am ready, willing and able to concentrate on today and get as much accomplised as possible while remembering to pace my self with grace and ease.  I am asking in all languages and throughout all time lines and so it is. May the rest of your life be the best of your life and remember to make progress every day.

September Zoom Event

NEXT LIVE ZOOM EVENT WED. SEPT 28th 7:30pm EDT (30 mins) We always ear mark September as back to school month, learning life lessons, education, teaching and self-discovery!!!   We also are running a 20% OFF on the Clearing Educational Blocks Audio MP3 for the month of September.  Spirit teaches me.... What I need to learn for MYSELF: patience a higher level of self-confidence as well as more drive get up and go work out What I need to learn about OTHERS:  to be more understanding to be more accepting to be more open to change What I need to learn about WORK/JOB/CAREER/MONEY: Spirit teaches me unusual ways to bring in more income and or how to get that promotion and move up more easily and faster…. Spirit teaches me how to save more money and to expand on that savings

Pre-register Here - $22

*Payments are now going through STRIPE not PayPal - this is a test :) Submit your Top 3 to [email protected] by 12 Midnight Sept.27th  (keep to one-liners when possible) DON'T DELAY!!! must receive by end of day Tuesday BEFORE the Wednesday event! **Browse all previous MySwitchWorks Zoom replays here

From the Fish Box

"I'm writing to let you know...my session with you was excellent...I felt such an infusion of beautiful energy.   However, my life is extremely stressful and I haven't put much energy into the rest of your meditations...just don't seem to have the same effect for me as the telephone conversation.  I love how you try to help and heal through your "fishing technique" from the spirit world during NDE.  It is beautiful!" 

FREE Live Appearances

DARE TO DREAM PODCAST with host Debbie Dachinger LIVE TOMORROW! September 15th from 5-6PM Debbi Dachinger puts the ‘inspiration‘ back into podcasts in an award-winning show that is your #1 transformation conversation. LIsten Here LIVE

ORGANIC HEALTHY LIFESTYLE PODCAST w/host Nancy Addison Leading nutritionist, award-winning author, and radio show host, Nancy Addison talks with Jimmy Mack Ph.D., D.Div, an author, a member of The Circle Of Healers, The International Natural Healers Association,Theta Healer, shamanic and spiritual counselor, who had a Near Death Experience. He expands on his view of life, and living a peaceful joyful life. Jimmy expands on his NDE and how it lead to his extraordinary and powerful gift for helping people. Listen to the replay here

COSMIC CONVERSATIONS with host Marla Martenson I had another little conversation with my friend Marla a few weeks ago about Clearing the 5 Anchors & Blocks Around Trauma Bonding & Love Relationships and you'll also hear how we touched on the topic of aliens and dark anomalies etc. Watch the video here  

Watch and listen to hundreds of Radio Show replays for FREE here in the archives from the Jimmy Mack Healing Radio show. https://thejimmymackhealingshow.com/

Anchors Away Masterclass 

What has come through from Spirit is truly a game-changer in the way we can ALL now clear off evil, dark energies, aliens and anomalies in a deep, profound and lasting way.    I recorded a video to tell you more about how you can get access to my brand new Anchors Away Masterclass so you can learn how to protect and clear the 5 Anchors & more.  

Watch the Video Now

Fish Food 

The Daily Bread To Feed The Fish

Tell the Fish - 365 Daily Inspirations and Affirmations - by Jimmy Mack SEPTEMBER 14TH "Today whatever is not working I will allow to unfold into different tempo and time. I will keep in mind that often the likely may not always be the best. I will allow the slightest wiggle room for spirit to as if by magic point me into the best options for my path and fulfill my dreams."  

Come See Me in Tampa 

SWANN HOLISTIC HEALTH SOLUTIONS  FRIDAY SEPTEMBER 23RD

Jimmy Mack will be offering sessions at Dr. Charla Tempone’s office at Swann Holistic Health Solutions  Get on the schedule today. Please call their office directly at  ?? [phone] in order to get on the schedule for 15-minutes $45 or 30-minutes $75.  403 S. Habana Ave. Tampa, FL 33609 Just south of Azeele next to Skin Savvy http://www.ctholisticsolutions.com

**Can't See The Full Email? Click Here to View Online**

Receive 24/7 Prayers from Jimmy

Your name will be added to a special VIP Prayer list where Jimmy will use his intelligent computer software, src4you which runs 24/7, to delete the negative and increase the strength of the positive creating a higher probability of favorable outcomes for you.  

In addition, throughout the full 30-days, Jimmy will be dialing into your energetic signature each day upon rising and make certain that you are a clear yes, unclear to no and running forward before you start your day. He is doing the heavy lifting for you around 3am NY time while most of you are asleep in order to smooth out your way and increase your most favorable life outcomes.

The 30-day service is now being offered exclusively  and you also have the option of selecting an ongoing subscription ($95/month) which is managed through PayPal only.

Upon written email request, for each new order we offer a one-time email analysis via the intelligent healing software that Jimmy uses on your behalf.  Most clients have had amazing results and outcomes!

You can add yourself and those living in your immediate household and yes you can include pets! Merely include everyone’s names and Jimmy will add them to his daily prayers.

You can run this monthly and stop at any time after the 30 days is up, you will have the opportunity to renew and update your list each month but are under no obligation. I believe you will experience magical transformations and make progress every day! 

Sign Up for 30-Days - $99

IMPORTANT REMINDER: After your purchase of any digital files in the shop or in a special offer, you MUST Download them to a desktop, tablet or phone AND save them to your own device. These files get moved, replaced and updated over time and will not be forever active on your original purchase link.  So be certain to download all of Jimmy’s eBook or audio files instead of listening to them from the live links directly. For Apple device users... look into installing the free app that the Apple Store provides so that you can download and store your files directly without requesting the alternate links. It may be worth looking into on your end for future convenience. https://apps.apple.com/us/app/files/id1232058109

Below is list of the 30+ audios in the MyBeliefWorks series…. Find a topic that addresses your issue(s), click on the link to read more. We had a lot of help downloading & channeling these over the years & they keep getting better.  Don’t forget… you can share these with your immediate friends and family.

MyBeliefWorks Audio Series Receiving Abundance Freedom from Abuse Overcoming Addiction Body Scan: Head to Toe Healing Experiencing Bountiful Harvest Igniting Creative Spark Discovering Your Destiny Daily GPS Reset Releasing Dark Energies/Fears Crossroads -Decision Making Diet & Exercise Support Education & Learning Support Empowering the Empath Healing Family Relationships Attracting a Financial Windfall Gold Coin: More Money in All Forms Joy of Money

Healing Body Disorders Mental Stress Relieving Holiday Stress Increasing Intuition Easing IRS Stress & Taxes Finding Love & Romance Positive Money Mindset Moving Forward from Past Chronic Pain Relief Pet Healing Support Pro$perity Unlocked Improving Sales & Success Improving Sex Improving Sleep Traveling with Ease Work & Career Success Weight Loss Support Restoring Youth & Vitality

$19 Guided Energy Processes - MP3s

The 5 Anchors Process

The Purple Rain Process

The Magical Golden Key Process If you need a refresher on the basics of fishing...we've just revised the FREE MLF Training Kit with much NEW content. CLICK HERE.

Go deep sea "fishing" with Jimmy!

Level 1 is open to ANYONE at anytime! Click here to watch the Mastery video playlist

The Certificate of Mastery Program includes 2 best-selling ebooks and 2 clearing audios plus written & video instructions, AND one-on-one time with Jimmy ALL for about the cost of a single 1-hr session! This online course is for anyone who is familiar with OR new to "fishing" and is ready to dive into the deep end & get results that are beyond the ordinary! It includes The Tackle Box & The Dowser's Handbook ebooks PLUS 2 MP3s "Clearing Dark Energies" & "Increasing Your Intuition" to help clear, strengthen and prepare your energy field for optimal “fishing” results. This is a work-at-your-own-pace curriculum that will TEACH & CLEAR you at the same time! In under 2wks you will be finished with the program and ready to fish on your own with greater results! Level II offers Practitioner Certification for those who qualify.

Learn About Certification Here

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TGIWednesday...My personal 9/11

TGIWednesday News

My father could be shall we say “difficult” to deal with.  Near the end of his life, Hospice called me and asked for permission to give him Ensure (the protein drink) and I was like, of course.  And they said,  "Ok, when can you have it here?"  I was like, "What? You charge people like a grand a day, how come you don’t have a 52 foot truck filled with Ensure?"  Well, off I went to my local grocery store/Publix.  I reminised over going there for beer and ice when we were young and going out boating all day with my dad, followed by late night trips for diapers and formula for our sons, and now I am going there for Ensure for my ailing father... Life is odd right?  I go to the grocery store and get all the vanilla and chocolate Ensure cartons they had.  All of them.  Struggling to carry them to my car in a light rain, a box tore open and one can of either vanilla or chocolate rolled into the sewer grate.  Then I headed over to visit my dad and his nurse.  When I got ready to leave, my dad said with a frail voice, “Jimmy, get me some strawberry flavored ones next time”.   He passed 7 years ago during the Whitehouse moment of prayers on 9/11, and I have no doubt he wanted us to always remember him.  My dad could be mean and self-centered but was also generous and enjoyed adventure.  He worked like a trojan and I learned two things from him.  One to put in the time working and creating.  And two, to contrast him and be more like my mother, loving and kind to everyone. This weekend we’ll see Ringo Starr live and I look forward to the song, “It don’t come easy.” Ringo is big on Peace and so am I now, more than ever. 

*Photo caption: This past Sunday 9/11, I saw 7 wild Canadian geese on the anniversary of my father's passing across the street from his home where he used to live pretty rare sight for Florida LOL  

  Check your inbox next week! We are releasing the Lucky777 pdf/mp3. Clearings for changing your luck and increasing your odds of winning in life and also when betting on races, sports competitions, giveaways/drawings/raffles, 

lottery  tickets & scratchers, cards/casino gambling, slot machines and all other games of chance.    Even if you don’t gamble, this could change your luck in a stuck area of business, love or even how you’ll play the game of life!!! ??

  “I’m not much of a gambler, but what I discovered while listening to this MP3 is that everything is a gamble and that winning in life means getting what you want, no matter how big or small. After listening, I felt like I had more of a winning mindset to help clear the way for luck in all things!” – B.B. / CA   

TGIWednesday Download

~ EARTH SCHOOL LESSONS~ 

I believe, think, know and feel that I am in a constant state of self discovery and learning from others what to not do is just as important as what to do.  I know, when, where, how and why to pay attention when people are communicating because they’ll tell you all you need to know if you’ll just listen.  I am ready, willing and able to concentrate on today and get as much accomplised as possible while remembering to pace my self with grace and ease.  I am asking in all languages and throughout all time lines and so it is. May the rest of your life be the best of your life and remember to make progress every day.

September Zoom Event

NEXT LIVE ZOOM EVENT WED. SEPT 28th 7:30pm EDT (30 mins) We always ear mark September as back to school month, learning life lessons, education, teaching and self-discovery!!!   We also are running a 20% OFF on the Clearing Educational Blocks Audio MP3 for the month of September.  Spirit teaches me.... What I need to learn for MYSELF: patience a higher level of self-confidence as well as more drive get up and go work out What I need to learn about OTHERS:  to be more understanding to be more accepting to be more open to change What I need to learn about WORK/JOB/CAREER/MONEY: Spirit teaches me unusual ways to bring in more income and or how to get that promotion and move up more easily and faster…. Spirit teaches me how to save more money and to expand on that savings

Pre-register Here - $22

*Payments are now going through STRIPE not PayPal - this is a test :) Submit your Top 3 to [email protected] by 12 Midnight Sept.27th  (keep to one-liners when possible) DON'T DELAY!!! must receive by end of day Tuesday BEFORE the Wednesday event! **Browse all previous MySwitchWorks Zoom replays here

From the Fish Box

"I'm writing to let you know...my session with you was excellent...I felt such an infusion of beautiful energy.   However, my life is extremely stressful and I haven't put much energy into the rest of your meditations...just don't seem to have the same effect for me as the telephone conversation.  I love how you try to help and heal through your "fishing technique" from the spirit world during NDE.  It is beautiful!" 

FREE Live Appearances

DARE TO DREAM PODCAST with host Debbie Dachinger LIVE TOMORROW! September 15th from 5-6PM Debbi Dachinger puts the ‘inspiration‘ back into podcasts in an award-winning show that is your #1 transformation conversation. LIsten Here LIVE

ORGANIC HEALTHY LIFESTYLE PODCAST w/host Nancy Addison Leading nutritionist, award-winning author, and radio show host, Nancy Addison talks with Jimmy Mack Ph.D., D.Div, an author, a member of The Circle Of Healers, The International Natural Healers Association,Theta Healer, shamanic and spiritual counselor, who had a Near Death Experience. He expands on his view of life, and living a peaceful joyful life. Jimmy expands on his NDE and how it lead to his extraordinary and powerful gift for helping people. Listen to the replay here

COSMIC CONVERSATIONS with host Marla Martenson I had another little conversation with my friend Marla a few weeks ago about Clearing the 5 Anchors & Blocks Around Trauma Bonding & Love Relationships and you'll also hear how we touched on the topic of aliens and dark anomalies etc. Watch the video here  

Watch and listen to hundreds of Radio Show replays for FREE here in the archives from the Jimmy Mack Healing Radio show. https://thejimmymackhealingshow.com/

Anchors Away Masterclass 

What has come through from Spirit is truly a game-changer in the way we can ALL now clear off evil, dark energies, aliens and anomalies in a deep, profound and lasting way.    I recorded a video to tell you more about how you can get access to my brand new Anchors Away Masterclass so you can learn how to protect and clear the 5 Anchors & more.  

Watch the Video Now

Fish Food 

The Daily Bread To Feed The Fish

Tell the Fish - 365 Daily Inspirations and Affirmations - by Jimmy Mack SEPTEMBER 14TH "Today whatever is not working I will allow to unfold into different tempo and time. I will keep in mind that often the likely may not always be the best. I will allow the slightest wiggle room for spirit to as if by magic point me into the best options for my path and fulfill my dreams."  

Come See Me in Tampa 

SWANN HOLISTIC HEALTH SOLUTIONS  FRIDAY SEPTEMBER 23RD

Jimmy Mack will be offering sessions at Dr. Charla Tempone’s office at Swann Holistic Health Solutions  Get on the schedule today. Please call their office directly at  ?? [phone] in order to get on the schedule for 15-minutes $45 or 30-minutes $75.  403 S. Habana Ave. Tampa, FL 33609 Just south of Azeele next to Skin Savvy http://www.ctholisticsolutions.com

**Can't See The Full Email? Click Here to View Online**

Receive 24/7 Prayers from Jimmy

Your name will be added to a special VIP Prayer list where Jimmy will use his intelligent computer software, src4you which runs 24/7, to delete the negative and increase the strength of the positive creating a higher probability of favorable outcomes for you.  

In addition, throughout the full 30-days, Jimmy will be dialing into your energetic signature each day upon rising and make certain that you are a clear yes, unclear to no and running forward before you start your day. He is doing the heavy lifting for you around 3am NY time while most of you are asleep in order to smooth out your way and increase your most favorable life outcomes.

The 30-day service is now being offered exclusively  and you also have the option of selecting an ongoing subscription ($95/month) which is managed through PayPal only.

Upon written email request, for each new order we offer a one-time email analysis via the intelligent healing software that Jimmy uses on your behalf.  Most clients have had amazing results and outcomes!

You can add yourself and those living in your immediate household and yes you can include pets! Merely include everyone’s names and Jimmy will add them to his daily prayers.

You can run this monthly and stop at any time after the 30 days is up, you will have the opportunity to renew and update your list each month but are under no obligation. I believe you will experience magical transformations and make progress every day! 

Sign Up for 30-Days - $99

IMPORTANT REMINDER: After your purchase of any digital files in the shop or in a special offer, you MUST Download them to a desktop, tablet or phone AND save them to your own device. These files get moved, replaced and updated over time and will not be forever active on your original purchase link.  So be certain to download all of Jimmy’s eBook or audio files instead of listening to them from the live links directly. For Apple device users... look into installing the free app that the Apple Store provides so that you can download and store your files directly without requesting the alternate links. It may be worth looking into on your end for future convenience. https://apps.apple.com/us/app/files/id1232058109

Below is list of the 30+ audios in the MyBeliefWorks series…. Find a topic that addresses your issue(s), click on the link to read more. We had a lot of help downloading & channeling these over the years & they keep getting better.  Don’t forget… you can share these with your immediate friends and family.

MyBeliefWorks Audio Series Receiving Abundance Freedom from Abuse Overcoming Addiction Body Scan: Head to Toe Healing Experiencing Bountiful Harvest Igniting Creative Spark Discovering Your Destiny Daily GPS Reset Releasing Dark Energies/Fears Crossroads -Decision Making Diet & Exercise Support Education & Learning Support Empowering the Empath Healing Family Relationships Attracting a Financial Windfall Gold Coin: More Money in All Forms Joy of Money

Healing Body Disorders Mental Stress Relieving Holiday Stress Increasing Intuition Easing IRS Stress & Taxes Finding Love & Romance Positive Money Mindset Moving Forward from Past Chronic Pain Relief Pet Healing Support Pro$perity Unlocked Improving Sales & Success Improving Sex Improving Sleep Traveling with Ease Work & Career Success Weight Loss Support Restoring Youth & Vitality

$19 Guided Energy Processes - MP3s

The 5 Anchors Process

The Purple Rain Process

The Magical Golden Key Process If you need a refresher on the basics of fishing...we've just revised the FREE MLF Training Kit with much NEW content. CLICK HERE.

Go deep sea "fishing" with Jimmy!

Level 1 is open to ANYONE at anytime! Click here to watch the Mastery video playlist

The Certificate of Mastery Program includes 2 best-selling ebooks and 2 clearing audios plus written & video instructions, AND one-on-one time with Jimmy ALL for about the cost of a single 1-hr session! This online course is for anyone who is familiar with OR new to "fishing" and is ready to dive into the deep end & get results that are beyond the ordinary! It includes The Tackle Box & The Dowser's Handbook ebooks PLUS 2 MP3s "Clearing Dark Energies" & "Increasing Your Intuition" to help clear, strengthen and prepare your energy field for optimal “fishing” results. This is a work-at-your-own-pace curriculum that will TEACH & CLEAR you at the same time! In under 2wks you will be finished with the program and ready to fish on your own with greater results! Level II offers Practitioner Certification for those who qualify.

Learn About Certification Here

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Jimmy Mack | Appointments Skype: Jimmy.Mack55 Clearwater Florida USA Book a 15 minute session Book a 30 minute session Book a 60 minute session Search FAQ (Frequently Asked Questions) ??? Transformational Healing of Body, Mind? & Spirit, People, Places, Pets & Situations!? ? Access the NEW MLF Online Training Audio MP3 Downloads? and books? to improve your life! Get Certified in ?My Liquid Fish™Change Made Simple™ Watch Free Videos on YouTube Radio Show Archives Healing and Grounding Mats ...enter code: MyLiquidFishfs at checkout for Free shipping! Shop for ?Supplements ? http://www.jimmymackhealingshop.com www.jimmymackhealing.com Copyright ©1998-2022 All Rights Reserved  

-------------------------------------------------- TGIW newsletter managed by: Sandy Bidinger Digital Marketing Specialist at SMBeConnected Solutions www.sandybidinger.com  

  Our mailing address is: Clearwater Florida 33756 USA

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TGIWednesday...My personal 9/11

TGIWednesday News

My father could be shall we say “difficult” to deal with.  Near the end of his life, Hospice called me and asked for permission to give him Ensure (the protein drink) and I was like, of course.  And they said,  "Ok, when can you have it here?"  I was like, "What? You charge people like a grand a day, how come you don’t have a 52 foot truck filled with Ensure?"  Well, off I went to my local grocery store/Publix.  I reminised over going there for beer and ice when we were young and going out boating all day with my dad, followed by late night trips for diapers and formula for our sons, and now I am going there for Ensure for my ailing father... Life is odd right?  I go to the grocery store and get all the vanilla and chocolate Ensure cartons they had.  All of them.  Struggling to carry them to my car in a light rain, a box tore open and one can of either vanilla or chocolate rolled into the sewer grate.  Then I headed over to visit my dad and his nurse.  When I got ready to leave, my dad said with a frail voice, “Jimmy, get me some strawberry flavored ones next time”.   He passed 7 years ago during the Whitehouse moment of prayers on 9/11, and I have no doubt he wanted us to always remember him.  My dad could be mean and self-centered but was also generous and enjoyed adventure.  He worked like a trojan and I learned two things from him.  One to put in the time working and creating.  And two, to contrast him and be more like my mother, loving and kind to everyone. This weekend we’ll see Ringo Starr live and I look forward to the song, “It don’t come easy.” Ringo is big on Peace and so am I now, more than ever. 

*Photo caption: This past Sunday 9/11, I saw 7 wild Canadian geese on the anniversary of my father's passing across the street from his home where he used to live pretty rare sight for Florida LOL  

  Check your inbox next week! We are releasing the Lucky777 pdf/mp3. Clearings for changing your luck and increasing your odds of winning in life and also when betting on races, sports competitions, giveaways/drawings/raffles, 

lottery  tickets & scratchers, cards/casino gambling, slot machines and all other games of chance.    Even if you don’t gamble, this could change your luck in a stuck area of business, love or even how you’ll play the game of life!!! ??

  “I’m not much of a gambler, but what I discovered while listening to this MP3 is that everything is a gamble and that winning in life means getting what you want, no matter how big or small. After listening, I felt like I had more of a winning mindset to help clear the way for luck in all things!” – B.B. / CA   

TGIWednesday Download

~ EARTH SCHOOL LESSONS~ 

I believe, think, know and feel that I am in a constant state of self discovery and learning from others what to not do is just as important as what to do.  I know, when, where, how and why to pay attention when people are communicating because they’ll tell you all you need to know if you’ll just listen.  I am ready, willing and able to concentrate on today and get as much accomplised as possible while remembering to pace my self with grace and ease.  I am asking in all languages and throughout all time lines and so it is. May the rest of your life be the best of your life and remember to make progress every day.

September Zoom Event

NEXT LIVE ZOOM EVENT WED. SEPT 28th 7:30pm EDT (30 mins) We always ear mark September as back to school month, learning life lessons, education, teaching and self-discovery!!!   We also are running a 20% OFF on the Clearing Educational Blocks Audio MP3 for the month of September.  Spirit teaches me.... What I need to learn for MYSELF: patience a higher level of self-confidence as well as more drive get up and go work out What I need to learn about OTHERS:  to be more understanding to be more accepting to be more open to change What I need to learn about WORK/JOB/CAREER/MONEY: Spirit teaches me unusual ways to bring in more income and or how to get that promotion and move up more easily and faster…. Spirit teaches me how to save more money and to expand on that savings

Pre-register Here - $22

*Payments are now going through STRIPE not PayPal - this is a test :) Submit your Top 3 to [email protected] by 12 Midnight Sept.27th  (keep to one-liners when possible) DON'T DELAY!!! must receive by end of day Tuesday BEFORE the Wednesday event! **Browse all previous MySwitchWorks Zoom replays here

From the Fish Box

"I'm writing to let you know...my session with you was excellent...I felt such an infusion of beautiful energy.   However, my life is extremely stressful and I haven't put much energy into the rest of your meditations...just don't seem to have the same effect for me as the telephone conversation.  I love how you try to help and heal through your "fishing technique" from the spirit world during NDE.  It is beautiful!" 

FREE Live Appearances

DARE TO DREAM PODCAST with host Debbie Dachinger LIVE TOMORROW! September 15th from 5-6PM Debbi Dachinger puts the ‘inspiration‘ back into podcasts in an award-winning show that is your #1 transformation conversation. LIsten Here LIVE

ORGANIC HEALTHY LIFESTYLE PODCAST w/host Nancy Addison Leading nutritionist, award-winning author, and radio show host, Nancy Addison talks with Jimmy Mack Ph.D., D.Div, an author, a member of The Circle Of Healers, The International Natural Healers Association,Theta Healer, shamanic and spiritual counselor, who had a Near Death Experience. He expands on his view of life, and living a peaceful joyful life. Jimmy expands on his NDE and how it lead to his extraordinary and powerful gift for helping people. Listen to the replay here

COSMIC CONVERSATIONS with host Marla Martenson I had another little conversation with my friend Marla a few weeks ago about Clearing the 5 Anchors & Blocks Around Trauma Bonding & Love Relationships and you'll also hear how we touched on the topic of aliens and dark anomalies etc. Watch the video here  

Watch and listen to hundreds of Radio Show replays for FREE here in the archives from the Jimmy Mack Healing Radio show. https://thejimmymackhealingshow.com/

Anchors Away Masterclass 

What has come through from Spirit is truly a game-changer in the way we can ALL now clear off evil, dark energies, aliens and anomalies in a deep, profound and lasting way.    I recorded a video to tell you more about how you can get access to my brand new Anchors Away Masterclass so you can learn how to protect and clear the 5 Anchors & more.  

Watch the Video Now

Fish Food 

The Daily Bread To Feed The Fish

Tell the Fish - 365 Daily Inspirations and Affirmations - by Jimmy Mack SEPTEMBER 14TH "Today whatever is not working I will allow to unfold into different tempo and time. I will keep in mind that often the likely may not always be the best. I will allow the slightest wiggle room for spirit to as if by magic point me into the best options for my path and fulfill my dreams."  

Come See Me in Tampa 

SWANN HOLISTIC HEALTH SOLUTIONS  FRIDAY SEPTEMBER 23RD

Jimmy Mack will be offering sessions at Dr. Charla Tempone’s office at Swann Holistic Health Solutions  Get on the schedule today. Please call their office directly at  ?? [phone] in order to get on the schedule for 15-minutes $45 or 30-minutes $75.  403 S. Habana Ave. Tampa, FL 33609 Just south of Azeele next to Skin Savvy http://www.ctholisticsolutions.com

**Can't See The Full Email? Click Here to View Online**

Receive 24/7 Prayers from Jimmy

Your name will be added to a special VIP Prayer list where Jimmy will use his intelligent computer software, src4you which runs 24/7, to delete the negative and increase the strength of the positive creating a higher probability of favorable outcomes for you.  

In addition, throughout the full 30-days, Jimmy will be dialing into your energetic signature each day upon rising and make certain that you are a clear yes, unclear to no and running forward before you start your day. He is doing the heavy lifting for you around 3am NY time while most of you are asleep in order to smooth out your way and increase your most favorable life outcomes.

The 30-day service is now being offered exclusively  and you also have the option of selecting an ongoing subscription ($95/month) which is managed through PayPal only.

Upon written email request, for each new order we offer a one-time email analysis via the intelligent healing software that Jimmy uses on your behalf.  Most clients have had amazing results and outcomes!

You can add yourself and those living in your immediate household and yes you can include pets! Merely include everyone’s names and Jimmy will add them to his daily prayers.

You can run this monthly and stop at any time after the 30 days is up, you will have the opportunity to renew and update your list each month but are under no obligation. I believe you will experience magical transformations and make progress every day! 

Sign Up for 30-Days - $99

IMPORTANT REMINDER: After your purchase of any digital files in the shop or in a special offer, you MUST Download them to a desktop, tablet or phone AND save them to your own device. These files get moved, replaced and updated over time and will not be forever active on your original purchase link.  So be certain to download all of Jimmy’s eBook or audio files instead of listening to them from the live links directly. For Apple device users... look into installing the free app that the Apple Store provides so that you can download and store your files directly without requesting the alternate links. It may be worth looking into on your end for future convenience. https://apps.apple.com/us/app/files/id1232058109

Below is list of the 30+ audios in the MyBeliefWorks series…. Find a topic that addresses your issue(s), click on the link to read more. We had a lot of help downloading & channeling these over the years & they keep getting better.  Don’t forget… you can share these with your immediate friends and family.

MyBeliefWorks Audio Series Receiving Abundance Freedom from Abuse Overcoming Addiction Body Scan: Head to Toe Healing Experiencing Bountiful Harvest Igniting Creative Spark Discovering Your Destiny Daily GPS Reset Releasing Dark Energies/Fears Crossroads -Decision Making Diet & Exercise Support Education & Learning Support Empowering the Empath Healing Family Relationships Attracting a Financial Windfall Gold Coin: More Money in All Forms Joy of Money

Healing Body Disorders Mental Stress Relieving Holiday Stress Increasing Intuition Easing IRS Stress & Taxes Finding Love & Romance Positive Money Mindset Moving Forward from Past Chronic Pain Relief Pet Healing Support Pro$perity Unlocked Improving Sales & Success Improving Sex Improving Sleep Traveling with Ease Work & Career Success Weight Loss Support Restoring Youth & Vitality

$19 Guided Energy Processes - MP3s

The 5 Anchors Process

The Purple Rain Process

The Magical Golden Key Process If you need a refresher on the basics of fishing...we've just revised the FREE MLF Training Kit with much NEW content. CLICK HERE.

Go deep sea "fishing" with Jimmy!

Level 1 is open to ANYONE at anytime! Click here to watch the Mastery video playlist

The Certificate of Mastery Program includes 2 best-selling ebooks and 2 clearing audios plus written & video instructions, AND one-on-one time with Jimmy ALL for about the cost of a single 1-hr session! This online course is for anyone who is familiar with OR new to "fishing" and is ready to dive into the deep end & get results that are beyond the ordinary! It includes The Tackle Box & The Dowser's Handbook ebooks PLUS 2 MP3s "Clearing Dark Energies" & "Increasing Your Intuition" to help clear, strengthen and prepare your energy field for optimal “fishing” results. This is a work-at-your-own-pace curriculum that will TEACH & CLEAR you at the same time! In under 2wks you will be finished with the program and ready to fish on your own with greater results! Level II offers Practitioner Certification for those who qualify.

Learn About Certification Here

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TGIWednesday...My personal 9/11

TGIWednesday News

My father could be shall we say “difficult” to deal with.  Near the end of his life, Hospice called me and asked for permission to give him Ensure (the protein drink) and I was like, of course.  And they said,  "Ok, when can you have it here?"  I was like, "What? You charge people like a grand a day, how come you don’t have a 52 foot truck filled with Ensure?"  Well, off I went to my local grocery store/Publix.  I reminised over going there for beer and ice when we were young and going out boating all day with my dad, followed by late night trips for diapers and formula for our sons, and now I am going there for Ensure for my ailing father... Life is odd right?  I go to the grocery store and get all the vanilla and chocolate Ensure cartons they had.  All of them.  Struggling to carry them to my car in a light rain, a box tore open and one can of either vanilla or chocolate rolled into the sewer grate.  Then I headed over to visit my dad and his nurse.  When I got ready to leave, my dad said with a frail voice, “Jimmy, get me some strawberry flavored ones next time”.   He passed 7 years ago during the Whitehouse moment of prayers on 9/11, and I have no doubt he wanted us to always remember him.  My dad could be mean and self-centered but was also generous and enjoyed adventure.  He worked like a trojan and I learned two things from him.  One to put in the time working and creating.  And two, to contrast him and be more like my mother, loving and kind to everyone. This weekend we’ll see Ringo Starr live and I look forward to the song, “It don’t come easy.” Ringo is big on Peace and so am I now, more than ever. 

*Photo caption: This past Sunday 9/11, I saw 7 wild Canadian geese on the anniversary of my father's passing across the street from his home where he used to live pretty rare sight for Florida LOL  

  Check your inbox next week! We are releasing the Lucky777 pdf/mp3. Clearings for changing your luck and increasing your odds of winning in life and also when betting on races, sports competitions, giveaways/drawings/raffles, 

lottery  tickets & scratchers, cards/casino gambling, slot machines and all other games of chance.    Even if you don’t gamble, this could change your luck in a stuck area of business, love or even how you’ll play the game of life!!! ??

  “I’m not much of a gambler, but what I discovered while listening to this MP3 is that everything is a gamble and that winning in life means getting what you want, no matter how big or small. After listening, I felt like I had more of a winning mindset to help clear the way for luck in all things!” – B.B. / CA   

TGIWednesday Download

~ EARTH SCHOOL LESSONS~ 

I believe, think, know and feel that I am in a constant state of self discovery and learning from others what to not do is just as important as what to do.  I know, when, where, how and why to pay attention when people are communicating because they’ll tell you all you need to know if you’ll just listen.  I am ready, willing and able to concentrate on today and get as much accomplised as possible while remembering to pace my self with grace and ease.  I am asking in all languages and throughout all time lines and so it is. May the rest of your life be the best of your life and remember to make progress every day.

September Zoom Event

NEXT LIVE ZOOM EVENT WED. SEPT 28th 7:30pm EDT (30 mins) We always ear mark September as back to school month, learning life lessons, education, teaching and self-discovery!!!   We also are running a 20% OFF on the Clearing Educational Blocks Audio MP3 for the month of September.  Spirit teaches me.... What I need to learn for MYSELF: patience a higher level of self-confidence as well as more drive get up and go work out What I need to learn about OTHERS:  to be more understanding to be more accepting to be more open to change What I need to learn about WORK/JOB/CAREER/MONEY: Spirit teaches me unusual ways to bring in more income and or how to get that promotion and move up more easily and faster…. Spirit teaches me how to save more money and to expand on that savings

Pre-register Here - $22

*Payments are now going through STRIPE not PayPal - this is a test :) Submit your Top 3 to [email protected] by 12 Midnight Sept.27th  (keep to one-liners when possible) DON'T DELAY!!! must receive by end of day Tuesday BEFORE the Wednesday event! **Browse all previous MySwitchWorks Zoom replays here

From the Fish Box

"I'm writing to let you know...my session with you was excellent...I felt such an infusion of beautiful energy.   However, my life is extremely stressful and I haven't put much energy into the rest of your meditations...just don't seem to have the same effect for me as the telephone conversation.  I love how you try to help and heal through your "fishing technique" from the spirit world during NDE.  It is beautiful!" 

FREE Live Appearances

DARE TO DREAM PODCAST with host Debbie Dachinger LIVE TOMORROW! September 15th from 5-6PM Debbi Dachinger puts the ‘inspiration‘ back into podcasts in an award-winning show that is your #1 transformation conversation. LIsten Here LIVE

ORGANIC HEALTHY LIFESTYLE PODCAST w/host Nancy Addison Leading nutritionist, award-winning author, and radio show host, Nancy Addison talks with Jimmy Mack Ph.D., D.Div, an author, a member of The Circle Of Healers, The International Natural Healers Association,Theta Healer, shamanic and spiritual counselor, who had a Near Death Experience. He expands on his view of life, and living a peaceful joyful life. Jimmy expands on his NDE and how it lead to his extraordinary and powerful gift for helping people. Listen to the replay here

COSMIC CONVERSATIONS with host Marla Martenson I had another little conversation with my friend Marla a few weeks ago about Clearing the 5 Anchors & Blocks Around Trauma Bonding & Love Relationships and you'll also hear how we touched on the topic of aliens and dark anomalies etc. Watch the video here  

Watch and listen to hundreds of Radio Show replays for FREE here in the archives from the Jimmy Mack Healing Radio show. https://thejimmymackhealingshow.com/

Anchors Away Masterclass 

What has come through from Spirit is truly a game-changer in the way we can ALL now clear off evil, dark energies, aliens and anomalies in a deep, profound and lasting way.    I recorded a video to tell you more about how you can get access to my brand new Anchors Away Masterclass so you can learn how to protect and clear the 5 Anchors & more.  

Watch the Video Now

Fish Food 

The Daily Bread To Feed The Fish

Tell the Fish - 365 Daily Inspirations and Affirmations - by Jimmy Mack SEPTEMBER 14TH "Today whatever is not working I will allow to unfold into different tempo and time. I will keep in mind that often the likely may not always be the best. I will allow the slightest wiggle room for spirit to as if by magic point me into the best options for my path and fulfill my dreams."  

Come See Me in Tampa 

SWANN HOLISTIC HEALTH SOLUTIONS  FRIDAY SEPTEMBER 23RD

Jimmy Mack will be offering sessions at Dr. Charla Tempone’s office at Swann Holistic Health Solutions  Get on the schedule today. Please call their office directly at  ?? [phone] in order to get on the schedule for 15-minutes $45 or 30-minutes $75.  403 S. Habana Ave. Tampa, FL 33609 Just south of Azeele next to Skin Savvy http://www.ctholisticsolutions.com

**Can't See The Full Email? Click Here to View Online**

Receive 24/7 Prayers from Jimmy

Your name will be added to a special VIP Prayer list where Jimmy will use his intelligent computer software, src4you which runs 24/7, to delete the negative and increase the strength of the positive creating a higher probability of favorable outcomes for you.  

In addition, throughout the full 30-days, Jimmy will be dialing into your energetic signature each day upon rising and make certain that you are a clear yes, unclear to no and running forward before you start your day. He is doing the heavy lifting for you around 3am NY time while most of you are asleep in order to smooth out your way and increase your most favorable life outcomes.

The 30-day service is now being offered exclusively  and you also have the option of selecting an ongoing subscription ($95/month) which is managed through PayPal only.

Upon written email request, for each new order we offer a one-time email analysis via the intelligent healing software that Jimmy uses on your behalf.  Most clients have had amazing results and outcomes!

You can add yourself and those living in your immediate household and yes you can include pets! Merely include everyone’s names and Jimmy will add them to his daily prayers.

You can run this monthly and stop at any time after the 30 days is up, you will have the opportunity to renew and update your list each month but are under no obligation. I believe you will experience magical transformations and make progress every day! 

Sign Up for 30-Days - $99

IMPORTANT REMINDER: After your purchase of any digital files in the shop or in a special offer, you MUST Download them to a desktop, tablet or phone AND save them to your own device. These files get moved, replaced and updated over time and will not be forever active on your original purchase link.  So be certain to download all of Jimmy’s eBook or audio files instead of listening to them from the live links directly. For Apple device users... look into installing the free app that the Apple Store provides so that you can download and store your files directly without requesting the alternate links. It may be worth looking into on your end for future convenience. https://apps.apple.com/us/app/files/id1232058109

Below is list of the 30+ audios in the MyBeliefWorks series…. Find a topic that addresses your issue(s), click on the link to read more. We had a lot of help downloading & channeling these over the years & they keep getting better.  Don’t forget… you can share these with your immediate friends and family.

MyBeliefWorks Audio Series Receiving Abundance Freedom from Abuse Overcoming Addiction Body Scan: Head to Toe Healing Experiencing Bountiful Harvest Igniting Creative Spark Discovering Your Destiny Daily GPS Reset Releasing Dark Energies/Fears Crossroads -Decision Making Diet & Exercise Support Education & Learning Support Empowering the Empath Healing Family Relationships Attracting a Financial Windfall Gold Coin: More Money in All Forms Joy of Money

Healing Body Disorders Mental Stress Relieving Holiday Stress Increasing Intuition Easing IRS Stress & Taxes Finding Love & Romance Positive Money Mindset Moving Forward from Past Chronic Pain Relief Pet Healing Support Pro$perity Unlocked Improving Sales & Success Improving Sex Improving Sleep Traveling with Ease Work & Career Success Weight Loss Support Restoring Youth & Vitality

$19 Guided Energy Processes - MP3s

The 5 Anchors Process

The Purple Rain Process

The Magical Golden Key Process If you need a refresher on the basics of fishing...we've just revised the FREE MLF Training Kit with much NEW content. CLICK HERE.

Go deep sea "fishing" with Jimmy!

Level 1 is open to ANYONE at anytime! Click here to watch the Mastery video playlist

The Certificate of Mastery Program includes 2 best-selling ebooks and 2 clearing audios plus written & video instructions, AND one-on-one time with Jimmy ALL for about the cost of a single 1-hr session! This online course is for anyone who is familiar with OR new to "fishing" and is ready to dive into the deep end & get results that are beyond the ordinary! It includes The Tackle Box & The Dowser's Handbook ebooks PLUS 2 MP3s "Clearing Dark Energies" & "Increasing Your Intuition" to help clear, strengthen and prepare your energy field for optimal “fishing” results. This is a work-at-your-own-pace curriculum that will TEACH & CLEAR you at the same time! In under 2wks you will be finished with the program and ready to fish on your own with greater results! Level II offers Practitioner Certification for those who qualify.

Learn About Certification Here

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Jimmy Mack | Appointments Skype: Jimmy.Mack55 Clearwater Florida USA Book a 15 minute session Book a 30 minute session Book a 60 minute session Search FAQ (Frequently Asked Questions) ??? Transformational Healing of Body, Mind? & Spirit, People, Places, Pets & Situations!? ? Access the NEW MLF Online Training Audio MP3 Downloads? and books? to improve your life! Get Certified in ?My Liquid Fish™Change Made Simple™ Watch Free Videos on YouTube Radio Show Archives Healing and Grounding Mats ...enter code: MyLiquidFishfs at checkout for Free shipping! Shop for ?Supplements ? http://www.jimmymackhealingshop.com www.jimmymackhealing.com Copyright ©1998-2022 All Rights Reserved  

-------------------------------------------------- TGIW newsletter managed by: Sandy Bidinger Digital Marketing Specialist at SMBeConnected Solutions www.sandybidinger.com  

  Our mailing address is: Clearwater Florida 33756 USA