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thequibblah · 3 years

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hi so i'm looking for some new music to listen to and i thought you could help because you have great taste!

if this helps, i'll tell you what i normally listen to, which is very basic & basically the same few artists over and over lol

- mostly just taylor swift, she makes up 70+% of my listening probably haha and if i had to pick a favorite genre of hers it would be the folkmore style

- some other pop, like olivia rodrigo and conan gray and lorde & some doja cat but i'm not a huge fan of doja's lyrics

- lyrics are really big for me, so is having a pretty voice and nice melodies

- i love your playlists but the old songs are usually not my style (there's been some though that i really like, ty for that !! <3)

- ceremonials is my favorite florence album

- liability is my favorite lorde song

no problem if u don't want to!

OH i basically recommend things for a living so why not music, eh?

so. what i'm getting from this is that you have three big listening buckets: soft acoustic and indie pop and just plain old pop. so i will divide my recs by those broad genres! i too prefer singable music so i will try to lay off on especially dissonant artists, or mark them as such so you can be prepared (LOL)

acoustic/folksy (i'll admit i am a big indie pop girl so this stuff will be a bit sparser)

phoebe bridgers — admittedly she is more alt-rocky, but see garden song, savior complex, moon song, graceland too, prayer in open D

waxahatchee — can't do much (GOD THIS SONG), lilacs, st. cloud

lucy dacus — also more alt-rocky, but here r some softer jams: hot & heavy, christine, green eyes, red face (a jily song)

anything by first aid kit! start with stay gold and the lion's roar

hozier — i feel like most people on the internet have listened to SOME hozier but check out wasteland, baby! (i tried to pick individual songs and ended up listing most of the album LOL)

kacey musgraves — another artist you've probably listened to already, but try golden hour

brittany howard — stay high must be the sweetest song in existence, and basically all of her album jaime

arlo parks — the whole album but especially caroline, hurt, and black dog

lake street dive — i can change, good kisser (a mary song if i've ever heard one), and i adore their hall & oates cover!

anya marina — this whole album has had me by the throat since like 2013

lucius — just the whole album wildewoman, h/t @figg-anon for putting me onto this!

idk what tf genre fiona apple is but try her out as well!

artists i listen to less of but are in this vein: the lumineers, bon iver, vance joy

u know i had to rec some old people shit (LOLLLL), so in this vein, joni mitchell, heart, judee sills, emmylou harris, joan baez, vashti bunyan

one-off songs you might like: hold you now by vampire weekend, big wheel by samia, i eat boys by chloe moriondo, strawberry blond by mitski (i worship at the altar of mitski but she might not be your speed haha), like i used to (acoustic) by sharon van etten & angel olsen, body by julia jacklin, jackie onassis by sammy rae and the friends, cowgirl bebop by HANA

indie pop BELOVED

maggie rogers — ok i cannot recommend this higher like if u like lorde and conan gray drop everything now and mainline maggie's brilliant debut album

HAIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! — they've got poppier songs like want you back and more mellow songs like summer girl, but honestly i would just recommend a deep dive because they have a pretty surprising breadth within their own alt-rock/pop niche

caroline polachek — can sometimes get way out n weird in the pop sense but so hot you're hurting my feelings is a very listenable pop standard (also it's so funny she's such a clever lyricist also this is irrelevant here but she sounds amazing live), also love look at me now and her cover of breathless

charli xcx is more experimental pop but would rec trying out warm (FT HAIM!!!), blame it on your love (FT LIZZO!!), and official

rina sawayama — technically her album is all sorts of genres but especially XS, comme des garcons, paradisin', bad friend, and tokyo love hotel

orla gartland is a lil softer and i love more like you, oh GOD, and did it to myself

king princess — especially cheap queen, 1950, holy, but basically all of cheap queen

more one-offs: kansas by ashe, comeback by CRJ (full paean in her honour to come in the pop section), i am a big fan of other people covering the bleachers (LOL) especially rollercoaster by charli xcx and i wanna get better by tinashe (full tinashe praise to come too), saturdays by twin shadow (FT HAIM!!!), the kiss of venus and 3 nights by dominic fike (also his interlude on halsey's album), aute cuture and milionària by rosalía, young lover by st. vincent (i love her but again might not be for u haha), good days by sza, backyard boy by claire rosinkranz, slow dancing by aly & aj, hot sugar by glass animals

if ur down to try out something weird witchy and cool, kate bush is like the originator of 9 billion pop and rock genres and hounds of love is a masterpiece

pure pop (we can split hairs on what makes pure pop LOL but basically everything here is based on ur enjoyment of doja)

carly rae jepsen — ok if u haven't listened to her non-radio-hits u may be like "what?? call me maybe lady???" to which i say YES, especially window, stay away, no drug like me, and too much

victoria monet — this may or may not be a selling point to you, but victoria is a frequent ariana grande collaborator and you can absolutely hear it in her music (see also: the mattress spring background noises in dive JUST like they are in positions...), and i love experience, go there with you, and we might even be falling in love, and why not throw in her ariana grande collab monopoly

magdalena bay — how to get physical which i am destined, nay, contractually bound, to put in a jily modern AU someday, killshot, stop & go

tinashe — basically ALL of her new album!!! SO good. i also love rascal (superstar), esther, and old jams like company (and i JUST found out she has a chaka khan cover!)

chloe x halle have the most angelic vocals in the world

this might sound actually demented because WHO hasn't heard love on the brain but rly... go give ANTI a re-listen...

tove lo — especially are u gonna tell her, mateo, and jacques

WAIT I FORGOT TO SAY ROBYN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! EVERY ROBYN SONG!!!!!!!

for that throwback poppy sound u may as well go real throwback KJAHKJA and check out donna summer!

one-offs: right to it by louis the child n ashe, serial lover by kehlani (also more by her but im getting lazy now kdjfhgk), missed calls by max n hayley kiyoko, peppers and onions by tierra whack, idk who hasnt heard this song but circles by meg, todo de ti by rauw alejandro (the way i wanted this to be song of the summer so bad ;___;)

hope you enjoy and pls come back and tell me if you really liked any of these!!!! xoxo

#genuinely i have revealed so much about myself w this i feel like you could pick me out of a spotify lineup HAHHAAH #ask me #anon #music disk horse

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imnotwolverine · 4 years

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The marriage pact - A little madness

Henry Cavill x OC Alice - multi-chapter

< Part 8 | Part 9 A little madness | Part 10 >

Disclaimer: some strong language, mention of heavy drinking, bachelorette

Author’s note: Ever sent a drunk text? I did, and girl was it interpreted the wrong way...*woops*

Word count: 1.912

(Link to my Masterlist)

Dear readers,

I am glad to inform you that my on-going attempts at becoming a published novella writer are finally starting to pay off. I cannot blab just yet, but oh my dear I AM SO EXCITED! Everything is so exciting! Life is exciting!

After years of hardship, toil and pure struggle as I crawled through the thick mud of adult life, I can finally see the well defined sparkle of hope on the horizon. Dramatic much? Maybe a little. But also; perhaps, just maybe, I can make one of my dreams come true. And for the hell of it, maybe even more!

Now you may wonder why I am so particularly enthusiastic today. Is it the London air? The existence of chocolate cake? Or perhaps the knowledge that I can make things happen in my life, if I set my mind to it? I think it might just be all of the aforementioned.

My cake baking nan had a simple saying: “Nothing just happens, until I make it so.”

So, dear reader, here I am, making it so.

I hope you have a most wonderful weekend my fellow dream-catching souls.

Ali

‘Ali!! Over here!’ Maddie waved at me from across the busy lunch room, the Jersey seaside casting a warm, salty morning glow through the high paned windows. I waved back at her and weaved my way through the room until I could sink down on one of the chairs with a relieved sigh, my face turning to receive her enthused greeting kisses.

‘Hi Mads.’ I grinned at her teethy smile. ‘You are.. glowing!’ She pointed out, her pearly whites so very straight and shiny that she could probably star in one of those toothpaste commercials.

‘Oh, it’s probably because I went for a run this morning.’ I brushed my hand over my cheek, to check if I was feeling hot - nope.

’Naa...’ She shook her head. ‘It’s definitely not that.’ She reached for her cup of tea as a waiter appeared at our table, my order quick and simple: tea, no milk, no sugar.

Turning back towards Maddie I was welcomed with a knowing raised eyebrow. I sighed. ‘Fine..yes..I’m kind of dating Henry.’ ‘I KNEW IT! Ha! YES for all that is holy!’ She exclaimed, making some people turn around in their chairs, curious glances directed our way as they felt the sudden burst of energy coming from the rather chic looking middle class lady that was Maddie Smith.

‘Madss…’ I warned from between clenched teeth.

‘Haha. Oh sorry. I’m just happy, truly. Besides..I am SO winning this bet.’ She wiggled her eyebrows as mine furrowed with worry. ‘..Bet?’ I gulped.

‘Oh, no worries. I didn’t share my thoughts with our friends yet. Just Frank. And you know me and Frank..’ She shrugged, laughing heartily. ‘Yea..’ I murmured, looking up again as my cup of tea was placed before me. ‘Thank you, sir.’ I smiled at the waiter, then turned back to Maddie, studying her with a curious gaze.

‘So..what’s the bet about?’

‘Oh I can’t say that!’

‘Ugh..Mads! You are the worst. Anyways, we’ll see where it goes. You know how it went the other times, so..’ I shrugged, wishing to not get her hopes up.

I, for one, didn’t want to get my hopes up. This was all just too good to be true, right? An old lover returns to his home town and sweeps me right of my feet. It was too perfect. There had to be a catch. I mean, this was pure madness.

—

‘Yihaaa!!’ Stella walked in with another tray of fluorescent shots, my intoxicated girlfriends either exclaiming full-lunged odes-to-joy or swallowing back a silent protest. It was Loïs’ wedding in a week’s time and as the tradition went, there was to be had a bachelorette.

Fully emerged in litres of strong liquor, dancing sweat and penis-related jokes, the night was running late and we had ended up in a sleazy shots bar, the theme most probably being radioactive drinks, as every new glass seemed to carry an even more chemical looking liquid than the previous one.

Bright pinks, blues and yellows were tipped back in our burning throats, relieved female sighs wavering through the noisy air as loud dance music bounced with a fat bass through the small bar.

‘Ooh oooh Ali Ali. Don’t look, not yet. Behind you, 11 o-clock. Hot HOT guy.’ Ginny nodded excitedly, her eyes wide as she looked over my shoulder. ‘Gin, girl. I’m not really..’ I was already starting to protest, but without further ado Ginny twirled me around by my shoulders, a tall blond man approaching me.

‘Hello angel. Havin’ a good time?’ He bit the lip of his bearded chin and I quite instantly felt appalled by him. Not that he was hideous to look at, or that he smelled bad. He was rather sexually attractive actually..and well..clearly into me.

In this case, I think it was just me. I simply wasn’t in the mood for this.

I swallowed back the remains of the bitter liquor in my throat and smiled at him, not wishing to seem rude. ‘Sure.’

He raised an eyebrow and eyed the rest of the girls, the whole group now quick to step back and form a new circle, excluding me. ‘Looks like I have you all to myself.’ He grinned wolfishly.

Then I felt Maddie’s hand on my shoulder, her sassy tilt of the head catching the attention of the handsome blond stranger. ‘Sorry mate. Looks like she’s taken.’ She said simply, and with a tug on my arm I was dragged back into the group, leaving a confused blond hottie behind. I sighed a quiet thanks to Maddie, but received a firing squad of confused and disdained looks from the other women.

‘Wait..MADS! Come on, you can’t just..-’ One exclaimed.

I quickly interfered. ‘No no! Please. Eh..I AM dating someone actually.’

‘YOU ARE?! ALI?! Why didn’t you say so? You’re like the whole reason we are..’ Stella pointed at the neon lit bar behind her. ‘..here.’

‘Really now?’ I raised an eyebrow, then started to giggle, the alcohol buzzing happily through my hot veins, my usually well contained happy personality bursting out at the seams. I had forgotten for the slightest moment that I really was the last “single” woman left in this group, and as Stella gave me a most exasperated look it became clear that nobody - literally nobody - in the group wanted to be here.

They had thought it would help..me. Me!

‘Who is it? Do we know him? Do we? Tell US!’ Ginny squealed, stepping closer, not wishing to miss a single word escaping my lips.

‘I ..eh…’ I glanced at Maddie and she shrugged, her mouth sipping on yet another alcohol beverage - oh dear we were going to be so hungover tomorrow.

‘It’s Henry.’ I gulped.

‘WHAAAATTTTT?! REallyy?! Oh my word! OH MY!’ - ‘GIRLLLLL YES! Oh that is just..’ The whole group erupted in loud squeals, the excitement further fuelled as yet another round of drinks was delivered to the squad of 30-something-moms-on-a-cheeky-night-out.

Except for me of course. I wasn’t a mom. The odd ball.

‘Ohh..’ Loïs, the bride-to-be, pulled me in for a tight hug, her well coiffed chestnut brown hair smelling of fresh shampoo, the scent mixing with the heavy drop of hard liquor coasting through the air as new shots were being downed.

‘Bring him.’ She said, keeping me in the lock of her arms until finally she leaned back a bit. ‘I mean it, Ali. You gotta bring him to the wedding.’ Her finger brushed a lock of my hair behind my ear - she was so very motherly, even when drunk.

I bit my lip, my alcohol hazed mind not keeping up with the turn of events. It was then that I noticed my phone in Maddie’s hand, the device easily recognisable by its bright blue casing.

‘Anndddd sent!’ She exclaimed, returning my phone to me, my mouth falling down in a quiet gasp. Did she just..did she..? I opened my Whatsapp and saw she had sent Henry a message, my blurry eyes no longer managing to fully focus on the words on the brightly lit screen.

Oh..oh..crap.

—

* Thuthumb..thuthumb *

In the history of headaches, this one was certainly about to set a whole new standard. It was..bad.

With a soft groan I rolled over in my queen sized bed, looking at the alarm clock. 10.30 AM - okay, it could be worse. I grumbled a little as I reached for the glass of water on my night stand, then, after a few large gulps of the cool drink, picked up my phone.

> 15 Unread messages.

Mmmkkkey...

Frowning slightly I pushed myself up against the headboard, blinking the last remains of drunken sleep from my eyes as I scrolled through the flurry of words. I had nearly forgotten about the fact that Maddie had confiscated my phone to send Henry a message. And, well, apparently it had not been just any message.

Me: “Hey sexy beast. How about you, me, and a wedding? Keep the 16th free.” Followed by a wild mix of totally inappropriate emoticons.

I felt my heart rate speed up as I started to read Henry’s messages.

Henry bear: “Hey you. Having a fun night I presume?” - “Ali?” - “Just for inquiry’s sake..is this OUR wedding?” - “Alright I think you’re probably not reading this.” - …

* Knock knock *

Quickly I put down my phone, expecting to see my mom’s head pop around the door of my room. But it wasn’t.

Seeing who it was, made me wish I could just disappear and let myself be swallowed by my pillows. But I couldn’t. And here he was. Henry’s head poking around the corner of my door, his lips curling in an amused smile.

‘Hello party girl.’ He smirked, stepping inside and apparently carrying a tray with some fresh juice, tea and a bowl of fruit with him. I felt my heart stumble, tumble and roll at the sight of this bear of a man carefully carrying my mom’s dainty tray in his hands, his well rounded bum pushing the door closed behind him.

I sighed, laying there like a sickly patient in a mountain of propped up pillows. ‘Morning.’ I grumbled.

His smile grew as he placed the tray on my little writing desk, then sat down next to my hip on the edge of the mattress. ‘Had fun?’ - ‘Mmm..a little too much I’m afraid.’ I sat up a little more, my head immediately starting to protest with loud, dizzying thumps. I groaned. ‘I’m sorry by the way about the text message, I eh…’ I frowned, looking at my phone as it lay there half-hidden between the soft blankets.

I didn’t even read all his messages.

Henry tweaked up an eyebrow and moved up a hand to brush some of my bed hair out of my face, his finger tips riding over my smooth skin with utmost care and gentleness. ‘Mhm.’ He simply nodded, eyebrow still raised in silent question.

‘We had a bachelorette yesterday, you knew that. But eh.. Loïs, the bride caught air of you and I eh..dating.’ Our eyes met and his blues started to shimmer with happiness, making my heart flutter and fly again. ‘So eh..yea..she..invited you, too? I guess? And then Maddie took my phone and sent that message.’

Henry let out a hearty chuckle. ‘Yea right.’ He winked, then smoothed his face back into a warm smile. ‘I won’t judge you for some cute drunk texting, baby.’ He said.

’Noo..Hen. Really. It was Mads.’

‘Mhm.’ He hummed again, not believing a word of it, his face leaning closer to brush his lips against mine. ‘Ah. Whisky morning breath, my favourite.’ He chuckled.

I blushed fiercely, wishing to roll away from him and hide, but, of course I was too slow and my small frame was instantly caught in the cage of Henry’s large arms. ‘No getting away from me now, bridey.’ He whispered huskily, his mouth eager to lay its claim on me.

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that-soccer-guru · 3 years

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Why is Alex a shoe-in over Carli or Pinoe when she didn’t play for longer than Pinoe?? She’s literally played like 45 minutes in the past year and a half for the nt and maybe another 90 or so if you add her time at Tottenham. So your not being in game shape argument doesn’t really hold for her.

Also I know you don’t like her personally but why not KO? She’s continued to start pretty much every game at RB for Vlatko. I’d say she’s a shoe-in tbh. Davidson didn’t even make the roster for the game the other night and as much as I love Sonnett and Purce they don’t really scream experience and confidence if someone in the starting gets hurt. I think I would take one or the other plus Krieger bc she’d be a solid sub. I could be convinced by otherwise though. No disrespect to your picks here, just like talking about it :)

oh that's not ME saying that, that's the fact that this team only called up 5 people because Alex and company were out or otherwise occupied. It seems like the only spots remaining to fight for are those they're not taking up. Hence the shoe in comment.

But also uh, Alex Morgan was pregnant, injured and then flew across the Atlantic to play for a club. I mean, the Orlando Pride of the WSL but still a club. Granted in COVID times there's a limit to what anyone can do (safely) but you can see how the situation is different in my opinion, Rapinoe was otherwise occupied too but Alex Morgan would've been at both camps if not for COVID, Megan Rapinoe hasn't seen a field in ages and her performance didn't exactly blow me out the water (granted neither did Alex Morgan but I don't make the rules here).

My thing with KO has nothing to do with whether I like her or not. I still shoe in Julie Ertz everytime and I don't like her either. I respect their work as athletes tremendously, and I think if I was thinking about this 3 injuries ago I would've put KO in the roster no question. But there's a significant difference between some 27 and 25yr Olds who are showing increasing improvement who also saw way more field time in the past year than a 32yr old with cankles of glass. Especially in a fast paced shortened tournament like the Olympics. BUT tbh I was 50-50 with her on Davidson and my only reason for picking Tierna over her is that there's no one else that COULD do Ertz's job, whereas KO has at least 2 backups. (tbh they're both made out of glass with how often they get injured so it's really a toss up)

Also don't anyone get offended but I wouldn't take Ali Krieger if you paid me, or Ashlyn Harris for that fact. I love them, as people they're awesome, as leaders they're great, but if I was looking at this objectively, Ali Krieger's position is already taken care of with Broon and Dahlkemper. Her injury record is not as extensive as, say, KO, but if it comes between taking her or some versatile backline players, well you can imagine what I would pick.

This would also mean a changing in the formation, again, bc fuck the 4 3 3. BUT luckily for anyone who disagrees with me I'm not the one making the decisions haha.

Absolutely loved your comment though! PLEASE KEEP THROWING GOOD ARGUMENTS AT ME IM ALWAYS HAPPY TO SEE THESE!!!

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ask-edd · 4 years

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do you have a favorite song?

((You’ve activated my special interest, I shall now talk about music for way too fucking long

Under the cut cause it’s gonna be long))

So I mentioned here some favorite songs, but since it’s just about 4am and I have nothing better to do, I’ll expand on that list

In no particular order from my fav bands

Fav Sonata Arctica songs

- Shy - San Sebastian - Wolf & Raven - Kingdom for a Heart - FullMoon - Replica

Fav Autoheart songs (I love literally all of them but I”m not gonna put their entire discography here so here’s some recommendations for if you wanna get into the band yourself)

- Lent - Stalker’s Tango - My Hallelujah - Control - The Sailor Song - Robbing Banks - Anniversary - Agoraphobia - Heartbreaker - Moscow - Foolishly Wrong - Murky Waters

Fav Ghost songs

- I’m a Marionette - Witch Image - Mary on a Cross - Dance Macabre - Kiss the Go-Goat - Rats - Year Zero - Monstrance Clock - Cirice - Square Hammer - He Is

Fav Streetlight Manifesto songs

- Keasbey Nights - One Foot on the Gas, One Foot in the Grave - A Better Place, a Better Time - Everything Went Numb - Point/Counterpoint - We Will Fall Together - Would You Be Impressed?

Fav Red Vox songs

- From the Stars - In the Garden - Job in the City - Back to School - We Had a Little Talk - There She Goes - Atom Bomb

Fav TWRP songs

- The No Pants Dance - Phantom Racer - Life Party - Starlight Brigade - Tactile Sensation - Rock n Roll Best Friends - Body Image - Atomic Karate - The Hit

Fav NSP songs (and covers)

- I Don’t Know What We’re Talking About - Nights on Broadway - Glory of Love - Heart Boner - Orgy for One - First Date - Cool Patrol - Danny Don’t You Know - Three Minutes of Ecstasy - Pour Some Sugar on Me - In Your Eyes - Don’t Lose My Number - The Decision - Everybody Shut Up (I Have an Erection) - Peppermint Creams - Subdivisions - Rock With You - Road Trip

Fav Richie Branson songs (for those who watch Camp Camp, this is the guy who does all the outro songs from season 2 onwards)

- Not Myself - I, for one, Welcome Our Robot Overlords - Bon Bon Voyage - Underpaid and Overqualified - Outro Outro - Keeper of the Flame - Cult of Personality

Fav Jeff Williams (RWBY) songs

- All that Matters - Lionize - Forever Fall - Bad Luck Charm - All Our Days - Let’s Just Live - Home - Cold - This LIfe is Mine - Like Morning Follows Night - RWBY vs FNKI - Not Fall in Love with You - Red Like Roses Part 1 and 2 - Boop - Shine - This Will Be the Day

Fav Reel Big Fish songs

- Beer - Sell Out - Nothing But a Good Time - Brown Eyed Girl - Everyone Else is an Asshole - Take On Me - Life Sucks... Let’s Dance! - Another FU Song

Fav Living Tombstone songs/remixes

- Drunk - My Ordinary Life - Don’t Tattle on Me - No Mercy - Epoch - It’s Raining Men - Squid Melody Blue - Dog of Wisdom Remix Blue - Die in a Fire - It’s Been So Long - Five Nights at Freddy’s 1 Song - The Road to El Dorado Remix - Fun Dead Theme - Collecting Cookies - Hampire - Pinkie’s Brew - Good Girl - Mine Turtle - Tom’s Dog - Smile Song - Discord - September

Fav ABBA songs

- Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (A Man After Midnight) - Voulez-Vous - SOS - Money Money - Super Trouper - Mamma Mia - Take a Chance on Me - Dancing Queen - Knowing Me, Knowing You

Fav Mystery Skulls songs

- Heaven - When I’m With You - The Future - Every Note - Soul on Fire - Freaking Out - Money - Paralyzed - Hellbent - Forever - Magic - Ghost - Losing My Mind

Fav Glass Animals songs

- Toes - Black Mambo - Season 2 Episode 3 - Youth - Gooey - The Other Side of Paradise - Pork Soda - Your Love (Deja Vu)

Fav Saint Motel Songs

- You Can Be You - Move - Van Horn - My Type - Sweet Talk

Fav The Hoosiers songs

- Killer - Goodbye Mr A - Up to No Good - Worried About Ray - A Sadness Runs Through Him

Weird meme-y mashups and bits from Youtube

- Text to Speech by Louie Zong - Korn - Coming Undone But It’s Pony By Ginuwine by William Maranci - U Got That | JJBA Requiem Version (Giorno’s Theme Remix) by Reii-kun - Plastic JoJo - Sono Chi No Future Funk (plastic love+JJBA) by Seventh Sage - Aaron Grooves - Jazzy Note Blocks (Animation vs. Minecraft) by GuckTube YT - Kanye West but make it Disney by John Fassold - Sober Black Horse - KT Tunstall vs Evanescence (Mashup) by oneboredjeu Mashup - Scanty & Kneesocks’ Absolute Territory, This WIll Be the Fighting Gold, Lone Friends on the Wild Side, and CARAMELLGASSIN’ by Triple-Q

rq special mention to a few AMVs everyone should see - Anime’s Got Talent - Edited with JazzsVids & ReplayStudios by AmvLuna - Speedwagon Slamjam (AWA Pro 2015 Best Action) - JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure AMV by irriadin - Hero AMV (Ultimate Cartoon Tribute) by Writermist - Spirit Never Dies Anime AMV by Rajiv Andrade

And then some random favs

- 12 Feet Deep by The Front Bottoms - Set On You (Life in Toronto) by Billy’s Bones) - Naked and Love the Way You Move by Slightly Left of Centre - She’s So High by Tal Bachman - Dangerous by LEFT BOY - I Don’t Wanna Be in Love by Good Charlotte - Wild Side by ALI - In the End, Crawling, Papercut, Numb, Breaking the Habit, New Divide, and What I’ve Done by Linkin Park - Picture Frames and Everything Falls Apart by rei brown - Romeo and Juliet, Sex in the City, Peach Scone, and Creve Coeur 1 by Hobo Johnson - Kangaroo Court by Capital Cities - Campfire Light by Tequila & The Sunrise Gang - Cola Song by INNA - Here Comes the Hotstepper (Remix) by Baby & Me - Bruises by Fox Stevenson - Shut up and Dance by WALK THE MOON - Applejack, Feed Me with Your Heart, Lullaby for a Princess, and The Moon Rises by Ponyphonic - Kiss Me by Sixpence None the Richer - So Good by Bratz - Dark Paradise by Lana Del Rey - Amhran Na Farraige by Lisa Hannigan - A Moment of Silence by Dan P - Rockefeller Street (New Nightcore) by Getter Jaani - Broken Record, 15 Reading Homestuck on the Internet, and Chamomile by atlas - Thumbnail by Louie Zong - Baby Hotline by Jack Stauber - Hey Jealousy by Gin Blossoms (and the cover by Hit the Lights) - Spirit Never Die by Masterplan - Magnum Bullets by Night Runner - Tonight by Vague003 (and the original Total Eclipse of the Heart by Bonnie Tyler) - Hoodie by Hey Violet - Worst in Me by Unlike Pluto - A Night to Forget and Too Tired to Run by Cain’s Offering - Private Eye by Alkaline Trio - Karma and I’m Ready by AJR - Sorry Haha I Fell Asleep, Passing Papers, and Putting a Spin on Never Ever Getting Rid of Me by Egg - Cannibal by Tally Hall - interlude IV (Showtime) by Zach Callison - Scarborough Fair by Super Guitar Bros - Misery Business by Skatune Network - The Less I Know the Better by Tame Impala - Relatively by Faded Paper Figures - Schizophrenia, Under My Skin, and Victoria by Jukebox the Ghost

#mun #this was unnecessarily long but it be like that when you have ADHD and someone asks abt your special interest #Anonymous

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stix-n-bread · 4 years

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Rules: Answer 21 questions and tag 21 people you’d like to get to know better

(tagged by @imafrickinfox ! thanks bro!!)

1 - Name - Alia

2 - Nickname(s) - Ali (what i prefer to be called over my given name) and, obviously, Stix!

3 - Zodiac - Gemini

4 - Favorite Musicians/Groups - Mother Mother, Mumford & Sons, Cosmo Sheldrake, Jon Bellion, alt-J, cavetown (i’m just listing the first few ones that pop up after putting my music on shuffle honestly..)

5 - Favorite Sports Team - i dunno about you guys but there’s this fish team playin soccer that sounds promising (in other words no i do not watch sports)

6 - Other Blogs - uhh there’s my very fresh notenrique rp sideblog @not-e-the-naughty

7 - Do You Get Asks? - i have like twenty in my inbox that i still haven’t responded to yet so i think so?? (i mean whenever i reblog a meme i get some, otherwise some people send me asks because they think i’m a Friendly person and i certainly appreciate that ;u;) (or some just ask things as commentary to some posts and i enjoy those too)

8 - How Many Blogs Do You Follow? - 203 oop

9 - Tumblr Crushes? - everyone here is in the friendzone lads

10 - Lucky Numbers - i never know what this means, but i’m gonna refrain from saying the popular ‘meme’ numbers

11 - What Are You Wearing Right Now? - black leggings pulled up to the knee, a burgundy t-shirt that has a nintendo NES controller on it that says ‘back in the day’, a bandana (yeah) and my glasses

12 - Dream Vacation - i don’t really like traveling too much, but i would like to go back to south asia to revisit some family and memories last time i’ve been there (and i’d definitely one day travel to meet my good online friends in person!!)

13 - Dream Car - i’m not picky. i just want something bright red. and fast. preferably a racecar (the bright red is to mess with people who loathe it, aka me) (and i want the car to be fast because i am not)

14 - Favorite Food - nihari with flatbread, and any type of mithai

15 - Drink of Choice - water. i can’t drink it right now, but whoever sees this post has to drink a glass of it right now (unless you’re also under ramadan fasting, then remember to drink plenty of it when it breaks!)

16 - Instruments - pianos and violins (i play neither) hit differently when listening to their intrumentals at night in bed. totally recommend.

17 - Languages - definitely English, can understand more Urdu than actually fluently speak it, and i know a little bit of Spanish (can read a tiny bit of Arabic)

18 - Celbrity Crushes? - ....none that i know of?

19 - Random Fact - four in the morning today i drank most of half of a 2 liter bottle of soda just so i could try to use the bottle for a school project (even though haha freakin quarantine). because of that i got Bad stomach ache and this is why i woke up two hours later. bottle empty? no, and neither is my stomach.

20 - Favorite Ecosystem? - oceans with their reefs and beaches are PRETTY

21 - Favorite Cat Species - oh longhaired cats are gorgeous (e.g maine coon and persians), but there are these rare curly haired cats that are ALSO gorgeous. but truly? i want one of those goblin hairless sphinx cats.

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any 21 people (or more, even) that see this and want to do it, consider yourselves tagged by me! ;)

#this took so long to put together because tumblr app was a coward and kept on crashing #it doesn’t like me making long posts it seems #tag meme #mine #text post #thanks again for the tag lottie!! this was loads of fun

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askthetotallynotdehsquad · 5 years

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kleinsen being good and soft

Ava: teehee (Evan doesn’t know Jared likes him yet)

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Evan: *packing bc he’s sleeping over at Jared’s house??*

Jared: *puking up flowers and blood cause hanahaki*

Evan: *knocks on the Jared’s door* Jaredddddddd

Jared: f-fuck um- oNE S-SECOND- *pukes more and one whole flower and then stops cause thats all of them for today lol xD*

Evan: *puts his headphones on bc he’s waiting??*

Jared: *cleans up the bathroom and wipes his eyes cause he was crying cause it hurt and puts the flower in a bowl where he kept all of them cause it's a water lily cause I like them and opens the door for evan* hi, sorry I took so long, come in

Evan: *puts his headphones around his neck* it’s fine dude *walks in* I haven’t been here in forever oh my god-

Jared: *rubs the back of his neck* heh- yeah

Evan: *looks at thy Jared very concerned* you okay dude? I’m surprised you haven’t made a joke by now

Jared: im surprised you haven't kissed a tree! I'm fine, lol

Evan: *giggly boye* you sure?- Wait, why are your eyes so red? Are you smoking weed?!

Jared: um- yes?

Evan: uh- where should I put my bags? I don’t know if any of the house rules changes- since last time you didn’t let me touch anything-

Jared: we can bring them to my room cause thats where we're sleeping I guess

Evan: okay? *runs upstairs and falls in the process* OW

Jared: oh shoot- are you okay? *runs over to evan*

Evan: yeah- I just tripped that’s all! *smiley boye* *walks into thy Jared’s room*

Jared: *follows the evan* uh so you can sleep on my bed and I can sleep on the floor or whatever

Evan: dude it’s your house- I’ll sleep on the floor-

Jared: well like you’re the guest or something I don’t know

Evan: hhhhhh *flops on his bed* what do you wanna do

Jared: I dont know- wanna watch a movie?

Evan: sure! *sits up and sits against the pillows*

Jared: *sits next to evan* ummm... let's watch..... uh.... *puts on Hercules cause yes* this.

Evan: dork *giggly boye*

Jared: *red boye* shush-

Evan: wow Jared Kleinmen is blushing, from Evan Hansen- who ever thought

Jared: ugh- *hides face* i hate you tree man

Evan: love you too bathbomb

Jared: *feels a lump in his throat because I researched and like if you get affection from the person you love the symptoms get worse* um- i need to use the bathroom be right back *walks to the bathroom*

Evan: okay!

Jared: *locks the door and starts hanahaki-ing for like 5 minutes*

Evan: *walks to the bathroom door and knocks on it* you okay dude?

Jared: yep! I'm g-good just give me a s-second- *hanahki-s a full water lily cause thats what his flower is apparently* *also thats how he knows it's over for now*

Evan: okay! I’ll be in your room- I’ll pause the movie for you!

Jared: o-okay! *coughs up some more blood and cleans up*

Like- 5 minutes later: skskksksk

Jared: *walks in to his room and puts the lily in the water bowl*

Evan: you have...water Lily’s in your...bathroom?

Jared: a lot has changed, evan. *sigh* a lot

Evan: *sighs and hugs the Jared*

Jared: *blushes and hugs the tree* soooooo... why are you hugging me?

Evan: you seemed sad- and you don’t get enough love

Jared: *metaphorically melts into the hug and lays his head on Evans shoulder*

Ali: (I'm sorry im so used to being a bottom)

Ava: (Dont worry dude bc same)

Evan: *ruffles the Jared’s hair* you okay?

Jared: ......huh? What? Wait yeah I'm good haha *stops hugging the evan and is v red* so uh- wanna keep watching the movie?

Evan: sure! *sits on his bed and closes the blinds so it can be dark* it’s like a real movie theater!

Jared: yeah! *in his mind cause I feel like it 😋 (how in the fucking fuck can someone be so god damn cute-)

Ava: dang Jared

Evan: *unpauses the movie and leans against the pillows* *puts an oversized hoodie on uwu*

Jared: *(what in the frick frack cracker jack)

Evan: *rests his head on Jared’s shoulder teehee*

Jared: *blushblushblush*

Evan: is it bad I’ve never seen this movie-

Jared: I mean i dont know I guess?? *worried he'll have another hanahaki attack with all this love ;-;*

Evan: Jared...are you okay? Ever since I got here you’ve looked like you’re going to throw up- should I leave?

Jared: nonononono!!! It's fine!! I'm fine!!

Evan: *hugs the Jared from the side* no you arentttttt

Jared: e-evan i- *starts coughing up blood*

Ali: (he wasn't gonna confess he was just flustered :/)

Evan: holy shoot! Oh my god!- *runs to get towels*

Jared: *keeps coughing up blood and now- some flower petals*

Evan: *comes back with towels and sits down in front of Jared then looks at him* here du- are those...flowers?

Jared: n-no. Y-y-yes? *starts sobbing cause it hurts a lot ouchies* i-im s-so-sorry *coughs up more petals and blood*

Evan: hey hey hey- it’s okay Jare- I know what this is- cough it all up *rubs his back*

Jared: *starts coughing up wayyy more and even some full lilys bc like I said affection makes it worse*

Evan: oh shoot sorry! I forgot- *steps away from the Jared*

Jared: *coughs up a bit more and one like- huge heccin lily thats glowy pink (normally theyre white) :0*

Evan: oh my god..-

Jared: i-im sorry I'll- I'll clean this up- *starts cleaning up quickly and gently puts the pink one in the center of the bowl*

Evan: y-you like m-m-me..-

Jared: what?! No thats- thats insane haha-

Evan: y-yeah....insane

Jared: *picks up the bowl, sits down, and puts it on his lap* *oh and pushes them around gently with his finger*

Evan: Jared....can I um...tell you something?

Jared: hm?

Evan: I um....please don’t hate me- but...Ive liked you for awhile now. You’ve been really nice to me lately and I never knew why, but now I do. It’s fine if you have hanahaki because of Connor- it’s fine if you don’t like me- I’m just hoping this doesn’t trigger it-

Some of the smaller flowers: *die*

Jared: wait- wait hold up- wait- wait really? *starts crying* no no... no youre just playing with me- this is all a dream- stop- no-

Evan: Jared, I’m not messing with you...you aren’t dreaming- I like you

Jared: ohmygosh- oh- ohmygosh- *puts the bowl back down on the table and is still muttering ohmygosh to himself* *blushy boye*

Evan: *laughs a little* calm down Jare

Jared: *sits back down and looks at the ground* you know... I had.. that was 29 flowers.. one more and.. I wouldve died......

Evan: am I allowed to like...- touch you now?

Jared: yeah-

Evan: *hugs the jared*

Jared: *leans on the evan*

Evan: *pulls away from the Jared and looks at him then....kisses him teehee*

Jared: *flustered for a moment but then kisses him back*

Evan: Jared, I- I love you

Jared: I love you too you dweeb *kisses him agian but more make-outy?????*

Ava: Ali what-

Evan: *big blush man*

Jared: *pulls apart and gives him a look like is this okay cause catie told me once that you should do that*

Ali: (shush I dont know what words are)

Evan: *laughs* Jared you are such a dork, I love it

Jared: w-wELL-?!

Evan: *giggly boye*

Jared: *smiles* just kiss me already you acorn *kisses the evan agAiN*

Evan: *kisses thy Jared*

Jared: *runs his fingers through thy Evans hair*

Ava: Ali- where is this going

Evan: *big blush man*

Jared: *makes out with evan wow I did it im proud of myself :)*

-later-

Evan: *his hair is all messed up* so that happened-

Jared: *red boye* yeah-

Evan: you’re a good kisser Kleinmen

Jared: *giggle sk* no u

Evan: uno reverse card *giggle sk*

Jared: ugh fineeeeee- *fixes his glasses cause they were tilted cause ;)*

Evan: well I never got to watch the movie- I guess I’m too hot to handle

Jared: pretty much

Evan: o-oh I was j-joking- *hides under the blanket*

Jared: *giggles* youre such a dweeb

Evan: *still under the blanket* shushhhh

Jared: *goes under the blanket and cuddles the evan*

Evan: *pink boye* *wraps his arms around the Jared*

Jared: *falls asleep*

-a couple hours later-

Evan: *poking thy Jared* Jareeeeee wake uppppp

Jared: *wakes up* momm its nott- oh hey evan-! *blush boy*

Evan: I never knew I looked like your mom *laughs*

Jared: nO thats disgusting eww- she just- normally wakes me up on Saturdays thinking its school. She's werid.

Evan: how- it’s Saturday?? I can’t even remember anymore

Jared: *shrugs* I have a good memory I guess

Evan: I’m just gonna say, I never thought in a million years, the Jared Kleinmen would like cuddles

Jared: *giggles* oh evan you dont even know

Evan: what else are you hiding from me

Jared: *becomes way to red to even speak* noTHINg-

Evan: tell meeeeeee pweaseeeee

Jared: *hides under his blanket* nO-

Evan: Jared I swear to god if you’re kinky like my brother-

Jared: no ew gross what huh

Evan: tell me Jare Bearrrrr

Jared: no-

Evan: hmmmmmm okay fineeeee *stares at the Jared* you’re really pretty...-

Jared: youre really hot

Evan: oh I- I- um..- *v v v v v v red*

Jared: *giggly boye*

Evan: that was very unnecessary Kleinmen *crosses his arms while being v v v red*

Jared: it's true

Evan: *puts his hand on his cheek and kisses him teehee*

Jared: *pulls him closer and kisses him back*

Evan: this is very gay

Jared: *finger guns* yeperino!

Evan: *giggly boye* you are so weird, but I love you

Jared: can we get back to kissing? (Please? Yo. Every action has an-)

Ava: equal opposite reaction-

Evan: o-oh y-yeah- *kisses the Jared*

Jared: *kisses the evan but ~~ly*

Evan: *is basically in Jared’s lap at this point-*

Jared: *has his arms wrapped around Evans hips ;))*

Evan: *has his arms wrapped around Jared’s neck;))*

Jared: *kisses evan but more ;))-y*

Evan: *big blush man*

Jared: *keeps kissing Thy evan shook :0*

Evan: okay Jared calm down *giggly boye*

Jared: *shrugs* youre just a really good kisser, acorn *stares at Thy evan smiling :)*

Evan: shush bathbomb

Jared: *in an amazingly good British accent because I feel like Jared would have a amazingly good British accent* oh evan my good sir, youre such a peach *kisses Evans hand* now if you'll excuse me for a moment, i shall go get food *goes to get food*

Evan: Jared wha- dork!

Jared: *yells from the kitchen* treeboy!

Evan: Adorable!

Jared: goddamn you! *comes back to his room and he has um.. spaghetti* f o o d

Evan: my mom knew this was going to happen- she knew you liked meeeeeeee *looks at the Jared*

Jared: well your mom is smart *we eating*

Evan: oh and I uh- I bought you something the other day- *gives him a bathbomb*

Jared: you know me so well *wipes a fake tear from his eye* ironically, i got something for you! *goes under his bed and grabs a succulent and gives it to evan* you can name it if you want-

Evan: *:0* I love it!! *hugs the Jared*

Jared: yay! *hugs the evan*

Evan: *snuggles in the Jared XD owo*

Jared: *plays with evans hair 0w0*

Evan: jare...will you be my boyfrienddddd

Jared: *straight face* no of course not... *smiles really wide and kisses the evan* dUDE OF COURSE!!! *v v smiley boye*

Evan: *breaks into a giggly fit and falls out of the Jared’s grip* yayyyyy

Jared: *teehee* hey evannnn guess whattttttttttttttttttt

Evan: whatttttttt

Jared: I love you *giggly boye oWO

Evan: I love you toooo!

Jared: so what are you gonna name the little guy? *sits on the ground with evan cause he fell or something and puts thy succulent in his lap*

Evan: hm...jelly bean!

Ali: im gonna make jared be able to do any accent really well and you can't stop me

Jared: *commits cowboy accent* howdy there jelly bean what are you doin' round these here parts

Evan: Jared what the hell!? *laughing*

Jared: *starts laughing too and is still committing cowboy accent* what? this is how I talk! Ya got a problem with that mister? *laughing so much sksjsksmskk*

Evan: n-no! This is just- *continues laughing*

Jared: *dies laughing and back to normal jared voice* jelly bean is beautiful

Evan: oh welcome back Jared, you got possessed by a cowboy

Jared: Oh my gosh I did?! *finger guns the air and looks around frantically* wOODY I KNOW YOU'RE HERE! I'LL SHOOT!! *trying not to laugh*

Evan: *cant breathe from laughing* oh my god-

Jared: *falls onto Evans lap* ohmygosh *dying laughing* i can't

Evan: *dying laughing* since when could you do all those accents?!

Jared: *shrugs* since forever I guess? I can do a lot more

Evan: oh lord please no

Jared: *giggles* okay okay- what do you wanna do now?

Evan: I don’t knowwwwwww

Jared: *puts jelly bean on the counter* wannaaaaaaa watch a horror movie??

Evan: okay! *sits under the blanket on the Jared’s bed* (it still looks like a movie theater in his room-*

Jared: *sits next to evan and puts on the man man bye*

The first death: wassup

Evan: *clings onto Jared’s arm*

Ali: oh my gosh it's literally the opposite of us

Jared: evan it has barely been 10 minutes in-

-Half way through the movie-

Evan: *screams*

Jared: *wraps his arms around evan* evy do you wanna turn it off? *genuinely concerned*

Evan: n-no it’s fine

Jared: oookayyy... *still worried*

-a bit more than halfway in-

Evan: *falls asleep*

Jared: *gently moves evan so he's laying down, turns off the tv, cuddles him and falls asleep too*

-next Day-

Evan: *wakes up* Jare bearrrr

Jared: *talks in his sleep cause I need to do this* *sleep giggles? Shut up okay* awee my little evy wevy

Evan: *big blush man but laughs and pokes the Jared*

Jared: *awakens and sees thy evan* oh h-hi evan- *big big big blush man*

Evan: how long have you dreamed of me Jare? *smiley boye*

Jared: w-well um- y-you see y-you i- um- *flustered gay distress increces*

Evan: what happened in that little “evy wevy” dream of yours

Jared: nOThIng-

Evan: awe c’mom tell your little Evy Wevy

Jared: *blushes deeper :0* nO-

Evan: okay okay- you can go back to sleep if you want baby

Jared: *is redder than a tomato* baby???? *dying* did you just call me baby??? *dying even more like wtf*

Evan: *shaking his head* mhm

Jared: *hides his face* evan why do you do this to me

Evan: awe because I cannnnn

Jared: oh my gosh *dying blushing woah*

Evan: *kisses thy Jared*

Jared: *kisses thy evan back*

Evan: *kisses his forehead* go back to sleep baby

Jared: fineeeeeeee *lays down with his head on Evans lap and falls asleep*

Evan: *gently moves Jared and lays down*

Jared: *clings onto evan*

Evan: *asleep*

Heidi: Evan sweetie it’s time to come ho- AWWWWWW

Jared: *stays asleep and clings onto evan tighter*

Evan: *whisper yells* mom what the hell! Go away!-

Heidi: I am posting this on Facebook! *walks away*

Jared: *nuzzles evan*

Ali: NUZZLES YOU OWO

Evan: *goes to get up but Jared won’t let him* Jare, I have to leave

Jared: *still a singular sleep*

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binnie-binnie-bambam · 5 years

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get to know me tag!

answer these questions then tag people you would like to get to know better!

I was tagged by @uwujpgs and @soulclub thanks, ily cuties! 💜💜

nickname: some people call me Aly, others, mostly my family, calls me Lyss(y)

height: 5'5"

time: idk prolly really late coz I'm in an ER waiting room, aka a different dimension

fave bands/artists: umm, I listen to everything 😂 so this is hard

kpop -

Astro, Got7, TXT, and Monsta X. I will find more to add to this list, I can 100% guarantee it 😂

non kpop -

Panic! at the Disco, Twenty One Pilots, Journey, Hall and Oates, Michael Buble, Adele, Owl City, The Eagles, Black Veil Brides, Jack White, Queen, Harry Styles, Paramore, Maroon 5, Blink-182, I DON'T KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME, Superorganism, Shawn Mendes, Fall Out Boy, oh god there's so much more but that's all I can think of off the top of my head.

song stuck in my head: monsta x's entire discography 😂 no mainly Trespass and In Time. and Think of Me from Phantom of the Opera.

last movie I saw: Wreck It Ralph 2. I think. I haven't watched a movie in a long time tbh.

other blogs: my main (I really don't think I can call it that anymore since haven't been on it at all since I created this one 😂) @pineappleatheist and a side blog off that for some that I don't remember the name of because I haven't used it in so long 😂

do I get asks: yeah I do! when I ask for them haha. I get some great anons tbh 😂 but seriously people can talk to me whenever they want to! I may be weird but I don't bite 😂

why I chose this username: this is in my (unusually long) bio. but it's the names of my first two biases in a stupid little play in Selena's song Bidi Bidi Bom Bom. She said that it meant "It's the sound the heart makes when you see a man pass by." So it just made sense haha.

following: 115-120(?) somewhere around there.

what I'm wearing: a baggy, off the shoulder, bat wing sleeve t-shirt over a bra and underwear (my usual)

dream job: I want to do everything honestly 😂 but without limitations, oceanographer. I've always had a strong fascination with the ocean and have always wanted to be one of those people who gets to discover new species in the murky depths!

favorite food: all of it. no seriously there are very few things I don't like. I. Love. Food. but I do have a really big sweet tooth so I love pretty much anything sweet. I love carbs the most though 😂 gimme a potato, pasta, or bread and I'm good to go haha.

play any instruments: a little guitar and ukulele and I sing if that counts as an instrument

hair color: mousey, dirty blonde, light brown, somethin 'er other. idk what it's considered. it's my natural color so I can't give a box color name haha

language you speak: english. learning Japanese and I want to learn a lot more including Korean.

most iconic song: idk how to answer this, I'm prolly just dumb, but I genuinely don't know

random fact: I can wiggle my ears. and here's another one I just figured out today. I can sing Think of Me from Phantom of the Opera note for note and I am nowhere near a trained professional. I'm oddly proud of that so I wanted to mention it 😂

describe yourself in aesthetic things: (crap I am so shit at this I'm sorry) bright lipstick, sunday morning cuddles in bed, stuffed animals, steaming tea, round glasses, lit candles, bubble baths, pearl earrings, quiet giggles, ocean waves, seahorses, fairy lights, fresh baked cookies, old photographs, soft background music, stolen kisses, all black outfits, worn books, dripping ice cream cones, hair pets, succulents (idk man that probably doesn't make any sense but I tried haha)

I tag @kaptain-k-pop @mylifeinhopeworld @ilikeeverythingonmypizza @13-scoups @jusgyeom and @inkybeanies and anyone else who wants to do it!

#hope you learned something #probably more than you wanted to 😂#aly won't shut up #tag game #i love these things so thanks for tagging me !!!#good way to pass time in an er waiting room

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jahaanofmenaphos · 5 years

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Art by the awesome @tommieglenn!

Of Gods and Men Summary:

When the gods returned to Gielinor, their minds were only on one thing: the Stone of Jas, a powerful elder artefact in the hands of Sliske, a devious Mahjarrat who stole it for his own ends and entertainment. He claims to want to incite another god wars, but are his ulterior motives more sinister than that? And can the World Guardian, Jahaan, escape from under Sliske’s shadow?

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QUEST 05: MISSING, PRESUMED DEATH

QUEST SUMMARY:

Sliske invites all of Gielinor’s returned gods to his ‘grand ascendency’, claiming godhood. Instead, he uses the platform to pit all the gods against one another in a free-for-all that threatens to tear Gielinor apart. Their incentive? The sole survivor will be awarded what every deity is desperate for - the Stone of Jas…

CHAPTER 2: EMPYREAN CITADEL

K'ril Tsutsaroth, the demon servant of Zamorak, stood behind two of the Zamorakian Mahjarrat, Enakhra and Zemouregal. To their left, two uncomfortable avianse glared at the intruders to their citadel - after all, the Empyrean Citadel was once Armadyl’s seat of power on Gielinor. On the other side of the room, General Graardor looked irritated at the whole affair and one wrong glance away from crushing some skulls. Meanwhile, Commander Zilyana and the elf Ilfeen were locked in a tense argument. Guarding the entrance to the throne room were the six Barrows Brothers, unmoving and unblinking.

“This place is a powder keg…” Jahaan muttered to Icthlarin, taking note of just how many people here wished to see his head roll.

Nodding, Icthlarin stated, “We mustn’t waste time. Let us enter the throne room.”

Jahaan started to follow him, but then saw two figures out of the corner of his eye, loitering at the far end of the room. “Ah, actually, I have to deal with something first. I’ll meet you in there.”

Accepting this, Icthlarin approached one of the Brothers. Registering him, the six of them stepped aside, and the large throne room doors creaked upon, allowing Icthlarin passage.

Zemouregal seemed to take umbrage to this. “Now Icthlarin’s allowed in?! I’ve had enough of this - get out of my way!”

Zemouregal attempted to force his way past Guthan, but as soon as he took a forceful stride forwards, he was thrown halfway across the room. Not by Guthan, mind you. More like he was repelled by the shadows themselves, an energy force field that created a solid wall of ‘fuck you’.

A strange laugh echoed across the chamber. “HAHA! Access: DENIED!”

Picking himself off the floor, embarrassed and seething, Zemouregal shouted, “Enough of this madness! Let me in, Sliske!”

While Jahaan managed to contain his laughter, albeit barely, the rest of the room erupted into a vast range of quaint giggles to roaring, bellowing laughter. If Mahjarrat could blush, Zemouregal would have turned six shades darker by now.

The throne room of the Empyrean Citadel wasn’t large in size, but it crammed in enough decadence in such a small space to make up for it. The walls were the purest marble, white and perfect, without a single scratch on them. Cyan Rune ore bordered the marble, bridging between the patterned tiled floors and the edge of the walls, as a skirting board, if you will. A beautifully woven red carpet led from the sturdy elderwood door to the winged black and gold throne, currently vacant. There was no roof, nor glass for the windows, allowing the brilliant clear skies to pour and seep natural light among the occupants of the chamber. Two empty black bird cages flanked the throne.

Floating slightly up from the floor were stone podiums; light alone carved symbols onto the red bases of the hovering structures.

They were the symbols of the gods.

However, only half of the podiums were taken, but they were filled by the most prolific gods in Gielinor.

Saradomin, the God of Order, stood defiantly on his podium, his magnificent white armour glowing in the sunlight. A gold and diamond two tiered crown sat atop his blue-skinned head - the Crown Archival, one of the twelve Elder Artefacts. On his chest plate was printed the symbol of his religion - a four-pointed star.

His white, pupilless eyes pierced daggers through the being stood across the room.

“You claim your acts are not senseless,” he was arguing, “and yet you tried to massacre the people of Falador with an undead army!”

Wow, a LOT had happened after the war...

“Oh, shut up, Saradomin. My general went rogue. Shit happens. Get over it,” Zamorak, the God of Chaos, protested, his crimson pointed wings stretching outwards. He’d clearly recovered from the aftermath of the Battle of Lumbridge - there wasn’t a wound to be seen. Divine healing, perhaps?

Saradomin scoffed. “I will not ‘get over it’. If you cannot control your own generals, what type of commander are you? I will defend my people from you at all costs.”

Armadyl, the avian God of Justice, rounded on Saradomin. His amber feathers faded into red in a calming gradient, fluttering in the breeze. “You speak as if you are a benevolent deity, Saradomin, but the violence you incite reveals your true nature, and your hypocritical ways.”

Bandos, the God of War, grunted. His large stature and green skin was covered head to toe in brown stone armour. “You need war, like Bandos. You crave war. You all do.”

At this, the imposing doors creaked open, another figure stepped through into the chamber.

Saradomin crinkled his brow, confused. “Icthlarin?”

“Damn, this dog has strayed far from his home,” Zamorak commented, a mocking overtone to his words.

“I see Sliske has managed to bend you all to his will too, then,” Icthlarin groaned, ignoring Zamorak entirely.

Bandos huffed. “Bandos thought only mightiest of gods invited. Why is little dog here?”

“I am a god, and the recipient of an invitation, same as you. We must be wary of Sliske’s plot.”

“Know your place, Icthlarin,” Saradomin warned, his chest pushed out and his head held high. “You would be a fool to believe yourself wiser than I.”

Armadyl rolled his eyes. “At least he doesn’t have your arrogance, Saradomin. I, for one, and thankful for the presence of another level head.”

Bandos growled, “You are arrogant, bird-man. And you, dog, you have the nerve to think you can warn us? Warn the mighty Bandos?!”

“Take my words as you will. It doesn’t change the fact that we all stand here, manipulated by the snake,” Icthlarin pointed out, taking his place on the podium with his symbol on it, though it was on the back row, behind the others.

Zamorak sniffed a laugh. “Please. I came because I wanted to. I wasn’t going to miss this.”

“Understandable. Like Sliske, you are of the Mahjarrat,” Icthlarin pointed out. “He knew you would come to watch another of your kind ascend. He just had to ask. It is the rest of us, I’m afraid, that have been manipulated.”

Bandos roared a mighty laugh. “You think Bandos manipulated? Amusing little dog. Sliske made promise to Bandos, and promise mean Bandos come.”

Armadyl rolled his eyes, muttering, “Ah yes, I wonder what that promise was…”

“Hush, bird-man. Sliske promise Bandos you would all be here. Sliske promised Bandos WAR. You will ALL fall!”

Saradomin raised his chin, sticking it out with pride and defiance that his ego commanded. “Ha! Try me. You know what I’m capable of.”

“Not capable of seeing through Sliske’s deception, though...” Armadyl noted, pointedly.

“Unless my eyes deceive me, I see you stood here the same as me, Armadyl.”

“This is my citadel!” Armadyl snapped back. “I will not stand idly by while Sliske intrudes upon the ancient home of my people!”

Zamorak turned his attention to Icthlarin. “And what about you, then? Just happy to receive an invitation, were you?”

“The snake has kidnapped Death. What is the god of the Underworld without Death?”

Zamorak laughed derisively. “Haha! So you’ve come to save your princess, huh?”

Bandos joined in on the fun. “The dog comes to fetch his bones.”

“Enough!” Icthlarin cut through their mocking, sharply. “Sliske will be enjoying this, us turning on one another. Shall we set aside our differences until this madness has come to a conclusion?”

“Icthlarin’s right,” Armadyl stepped forward. “We’ve all been summoned here for a reason. Here we stand, the most gods in a single space since The First Age. Let us focus our attention on Sliske, not squabbling like mortals.”

Meanwhile...

Jahaan had noticed Azzanadra and Wahisietel among the present company and was torn on whether to approach them and potentially face the wrath of Azzanadra. The fact Wahisietel was there did help matters, for Jahaan knew he had an ally in Ali the Wise, but it still took a lot of internal encouragement to put one foot in front of the other.

Just… water under the bridge… Jahaan tried to reassure himself, faltering as he caught Azzanadra’s eyeline.

Huffing, he concluded that there was ‘no time like the present’ and stepped close enough to greet them. “Wahisietel. Azzanadra.”

“Jahaan,” Wahisietel said the name warmly, while Azzanadra echoed it with a hint of bitterness that was ill-concealed.

Wahisietel, obviously irritated by the awkward silence that followed, nudged his Mahjarrat companion, urging a reluctant Azzanadra to speak.

Purple eyes peered down into Jahaan’s green ones. “I was disappointed by your actions in Guthix’s chamber, Jahaan. I had faith in you. I thought you would trust me over those Guthixians. However... it took some... convincing…” his eyes lingered on Wahisietel as he struggled to get the words out. “But I see now why you acted as you did. Zaros has not yet proven himself to you, and the Guthuxians had flooded your mind with their propaganda. I was not pleased, but I forgive you.”

He offered a hand out to Jahaan, one large enough to engulf the human’s with ease. Nevertheless, a relieved Jahaan took it gladly. “Thanks, Azzanadra. I’m sorry it all had to happen the way it did.”

“As am I, but we shall speak no more of it.”

More than content with this, Jahaan happily changed the topic. “So, did Sliske invite you?”

“He did not,” Azzanadra grumbled. “As fellow Zarosian Mahjarrat, we believed he would welcome us inside.”

Wahisietel added, “It would seem only the gods themselves were deemed worthy of invitations. These undead brothers refuse our entry.”

Azzanadra gravely remarked, “With such powerful beings gathered here, it is only a matter of time until someone breaks in…”

“...And it will take more than some of Sliske's wights to stop them,” Wahisietel finished, scanning the room with a calculated glare.

Something sparked in Jahaan’s mind, a forgotten detail Azzanadra had accidentally jogged to the forefront of his memory. “Wait, Sliske’s a Zarosian?”

“Ha. ‘Was’ might be a more apt term…” Wahisietel grumbled. “He has always been selfish. Now he has the arrogance to claim godhood? I seriously doubt his loyalty to the Empty Lord.”

Azzanadra didn’t seem to have Wahisietel’s conviction, despite his own devotion to the Empty Lord and disdain for those who defy him, something Jahaan knew first hand.

Thus, his rebuttal was weak and mumbled. “Sliske has his own methods Wahisietel. We do not know the extent of his loyalty…”

“I do not know why you still desire to trust him, Azzanadra,” Wahisietel shook his head, his features a picture of disappointment and worry.

Hiding his fretting well enough, Azzanadra sternly maintained, “We have no way of knowing if he is still loyal to Zaros; Sliske has always played his cards close to his chest.”

“Do you believe he has ascended to godhood?” Jahaan inquired.

“It would seem he has completed the steps to become a god,” the words didn’t come to Azzanadra easily, like he was walking on foreign soil. “But I do not believe that he has truly ascended. Not yet, that is.”

Wahisietel was quick to jump in, “What we believe is irrelevant - what we know is important. Sliske is not only mischievous, but he is also dangerous,” he sniffed a humourless laugh. “I'm not even sure he trusts himself.”

“Why, If it isn’t the World Guardian!”

The rough, growling voice startled Jahaan; he shot around, seeing Zemouregal was making a b-line straight towards him. Wahisietel and Azzanadra shifted their stances ever so subtly, not wanting to alert the entire room they were preparing themselves for a fight, if Zemouregal instigated one. Enakhra tailed behind him.

Taking that Zemouregal had a good foot on him, towering over Jahaan like he were an infant, it was hard not to be intimidated by the armoured Mahjarrat. After barely scraping by his last encounter with Zemouregal - it was the Mahjarrat’s pride and ego that ultimately led to his defeat - Jahaan didn’t fancy his chances on a second go-around, especially with Enakhra backing him. Even with Azzanadra and Wahisietel as back-up, if a conflict arose, who’s to say General Graardor wouldn’t muck in on the action, or Commander Zilyana wouldn’t settle an old score from Guthix’s chamber?

He knew he had a lot of enemies here, and wanted to antagonise none of them.

But it was oh-so tempting to rub in Zemouregal's defeat at his hands, right in front of everybody...

“What are you doing here, mortal?” Zemouregal's derisively asked. “Got tired of baking pies or cutting trees, or whatever it is your kind do for fun.”

“I could ask you the same question,” Wahisietel cut Jahaan’s response off before he could say something they all would, inevitably, regret.

“We have come to deal with that filthy Zarosian - Sliske - once and for all,” Zemouregal declared, sneering up at Azzanadra, making sure the insult wasn’t lost on present company. In return, Azzanadra squared up to him and countered, “I don’t see you doing a very job of getting in. Those wights of his a little too formidable for you, Zemouregal?”

Hissing a curse word coarse on Jahaan’s mortal ears, Zemouregal sized up to Azzanadra; their noses were practically touching at this point.

“Enough, Zemouregal,” Enakhra, surprisingly, was the volunteer ‘voice of reason’, cautious of the attention they were gathering from the followers of other gods. “There will be time enough for this. There are more pressing matters at hand. Sliske,” she spat the word like poison. “is claiming ascension? Please. Zamorak walked that path many years ago. He was worthy of the title.”

“Sliske isn’t half the Mahjarrat our master is,” Zemouregal finished, haughtily.

“Which still makes him twice the Mahjarrat you are…” Jahaan couldn’t help but mumble under his breath, earning a snicker-turned-cough from Azzanadra. Oh come on, he walked RIGHT into that one…

Zemouregal, on the other hand, did not see the funny side. “What was that, human?!”

“Enough!” Enakhra was, once again, the one to ease the icy tension of the room. Nevertheless, her frustration did seem to be catching up to her, her forehead creased like crumbled papyrus. “I can’t stand your company any longer. Sliske cannot claim godhood without us having something to say about it,” she growled, turning tail and storming off across the citadel hall. Admittedly, it wasn’t a large expanse of space, so she looked akin to a sulking child running off to grumble in the corner.

After one pronounced and threatening look to Jahaan, his steely glare reading him a death sentence, Zemouregal parted as well.

Stretching out the kinks in his neck and rolling his aching shoulders, Jahaan remarked, “I don’t think Zemouregal’s going to take it well when I’m allowed through…”

This caused Wahisietel to pause. “You have an invitation?”

“More like I’m Icthlarin’s plus one,” Jahaan surmised, figuring Sliske would have likely ascended by the time he explained the whole spiel to them. “Speaking of, I don’t think I can delay the inevitable much longer…”

Wahisietel placed a comforting hand on Jahaan’s shoulder. “Good luck in there, World Guardian.”

Azzanadra placed a large palm on Jahaan’s other shoulder, an unusual display of affection for the forbidding Mahjarrat. “You have our support.”

Inside the throne room...

“...There is no place for your theory of chaos in a peaceful world,” Armadyl was stating, assertively. “Only the just will persevere.”

Zamorak challenged, “Oh for fuck’s sake, Armadyl. All you do is TALK. You never DO. I say less talking, more action.”

Bandos roared with laughter, clapping his giant hands together. The force of the shockwaves created could be felt across the room. “Yes, fight! Bandos would enjoy watching you rip pieces off each other!”

Suddenly, a voice echoed around the chamber. “Now now, children, settle down…”

The gods looked amongst themselves, high and low, before a flash of grey smoke revealed Sliske, entering with a theatrical flourish, before standing confidently in front of the throne.

Saradomin clenched his fist. “Do not presume that I won’t kill you where you stand, Sliske.”

“Indeed,” Armadyl concurred, “What if your claims of great power are no more tangible than the smoke that brought you here?”

“I thought you might say that. Well, in as many words...” Sliske rubbed his palms together, his smile spreading into a devilish grin. “So I brought a little surprise for you all. Try not to get too excited!”

With a click of his fingers, the cages beside the throne became bathed in smoke and mist. Once it ebbed away into the nothingness, two figures could be seen inside.

“To my right, the one and only… DEATH!” Sliske announced with a grand wave of his arm. “And to my left, the ferocious dragonkin… Strisath! I know, I know, I impress even myself sometimes. You may hold your applause.”

“Pah!” Bandos spat. “What makes you think your new toys will stop Bandos from crushing you?”

Armadyl piped up, “Gods, we could put an end to this lunacy right now.”

“Ah ah ah, slow down, everyone,” Sliske calmed them, taking a seat on the throne behind him. The act made Armadyl twitch. “Let us think about this. What would happen to your mortal followers if I were to kill Death itself, I wonder?”

“You wouldn’t dare!” Icthlarin barked, fire in his eyes.

“Wouldn't I?” Sliske’s eyebrows raised in challenge. “Even if that wasn’t enough to put you off, how about I release Strisath? His power has been quite formidable lately…”

Saradomin’s eyes narrowed. “Someone's been using the Stone of Jas.”

Sliske smiled, innocently. “Perhaps. Now, if any of you would like to take the risk, be my guest. Anyone? No? I thought not. Now, where were we?”

“Let Death out of the cage!” Icthlarin demanded, his fury barely containable, and he was barely able to hold himself back, until the creaking of the large door snapped his mind back into sanity.

Jahaan strode through the large doorway into the marble chamber, his eyes briefly clocking and noting down the present gods before his eyes fell upon Sliske.

“Well well, the guest of honour has arrived,” Sliske drawled. “You’re late.”

Icthlarin nodded to him, a small smile of relief breaking up his features. “Welcome, friend.”

Bandos, instead, was incredulous. “What is this pathetic human doing here?”

“He is the infamous World Guardian,” Sliske explained. “What’s the matter, Bandos? Jealous?”

Jahaan held his chin high as he walked further down the red carpet, settling himself between two of the god’s podiums, a smile dancing on his lips.

Zamorak scoffed. “And how did you get an invitation? Make one in an arts and crafts class?”

“He has more right to be here than you, weakling,” Saradomin countered, his eyes flashing with an open challenge. Before Zamorak could accept - which he would have gladly done - Sliske cut in, “Moving on! You are just in time for the main event: my ascension into godhood! Are you all sitting comfortably?”

Zamorak’s patience was wearing thin. “Get on with it then, charlatan!”

Sliske could only laugh. “Ooo feisty! ‘Charlatan’, he says, coming from the usurper and backstabber himself. I’ll let it slide - I can see you’re all desperate to know what this is about. You see, I happened across a couple of artifacts… of the Elder variety.”

Armadyl was quick to vocalize, “The Elder God Artefacts are not mere playthings for your amusement, Sliske. They are incredibly dangerous!”

“Yes, yes. You’d only need to ask a certain deceased god to figure that out. Oh, sorry - too soon? Ah, but I have not only managed to acquire your staff, Armadyl, but also... the Stone of Jas.”

“Bullshit!” Zamorak spat. “There is no proof you have the Stone!”

Sliske replied with a coy smirk, “You think I just go around kidnapping dragonkin for fun?”

Said dragonkin, Strisath, barked, “Arg! You will pay for this, False User!”

“Angry little darling, isn’t he?” Sliske chuckled, regarding the caged dragonkin with amusement.

Saradomin’s eyes narrowed. “You are not worthy of the power the Stone possesses, Sliske. It could be used to remove all the gods from Gielinor, as Guthix once did.”

“Then you better be careful, eh Sara?”

Armadyl shook his head. “Need I remind you, Sliske, that as your own power increases, as does the power of the dragonkin. The monstrous creatures obliterated the planet neighbouring my homeworld. The longer you play with fire, Sliske, the longer they will burn you for it.”

Jahaan regarded the increasingly rageful dragonkin with trepidation, only taking mild comfort from the fact there were two gods closer to it than he was. Gulping down his fear, he turned back to Sliske and asked, “How did you capture the dragonkin, anyway? And the Staff… how’d you get your hands on it?”

Sliske clapped his hands together with glee. “Now, this really was quite clever of me. See, dragonkin are awfully predictable as a species. It didn’t take much for me to lure Strisath into the Shadow Realm. In he came, charging like a big scaly canine, and what does he bring with him? Why, the Staff of Armadyl! I couldn’t believe my luck! He was its guard at the time, and I suppose he couldn’t leave it unattended when he came after me, but still… a bit daft, wasn’t it Strisath? Not only did he trap himself in the Shadow Realm, he brought the Staff straight to me.”

“The Staff isn’t yours, you scoundrel,” Armadyl spat. “The clue is in the title - the Staff belongs to ME.”

“Oh, give it a rest, you little bird,” Bandos cut in, “You are weak. The Staff should belong to Bandos.”

Ignoring the two bickering Gods arguing over his head, Jahaan said, “I helped with this intricate teleportation… thing… to get rid of the Stone. How did you find it?”

“Oh, yes - an ingenious plan of yours, I must say, the way you disposed of the Stone. It took an even more ingenious plan to outplay you there. I wish I could take credit for it, but I had a little help. See, I've been told that the Staff of Armadyl is an extremely versatile tool. With Strisath imprisoned, I used the Staff to reveal his connection to the Stone, guiding me towards it. Annoyingly, it was frozen in ice beneath the Temple of the Lost Ancients. To say it wasn't easy to retrieve it is putting it mildly.”

Jahaan was still hung up on this ‘'little help’ Sliske spoke of, but before he could question him, an agitated Icthlarin spoke up, “You brought us here for your ascension. Have you achieved godhood or not?”

“Ahaha! You really believe I brought you here so you could have answers? No, no, no - there will be no ascendancy today. That might have been a little white lie, a ruse to get you all here. It's time for the real announcement: I am holding a contest. A free-for-all, you might say. A battle of the gods!”

Zamorak scoffed and shook his head. “This is ridiculous, even for you, and the bar is LOW.”

Saradomin added, “If you think we will be a part of your games, you have truly lost your mind, Sliske.”

“You really are no fun at all, are you Saradomin?” Sliske frowned. “It's not so much a game - more survival of the fittest. There is only one rule, you see. It is not long now until our moon - Zanaris - passes the sun, resulting in a total eclipse. Gielinor will be engulfed in shadow. It is at this exact moment the contest will end… and the winner will be the person who has killed the most gods.”

Bandos’ face morphed into something resembling a grin, one full of bloodlust and anticipation. “Haha! Finally you say something interesting!”

Saradomin cut him down, “Be quiet and let the intellectuals talk, you brute.”

Armadyl rounded on Sliske. “Why would any of us listen to you, you madman?”

“Because, Armadyl, there’s a prize. One little prize I think you all might be interested in. When the sun is eclipsed and most of you are defeated, to the one that stands victorious I will gift… the Stone of Jas.”

Instantly, the gods were in uproar, cursing and speaking over one another in a frenzy.

“This is ludicrous!”

“This will cause an all-out war between the gods, like the ones seen in the Third Age!”

“You’re insane, Sliske!”

“Don’t believe a word that comes out of this rogue’s mouth!”

“Do you have any idea what this will do to the world? To all of us?!” Saradomin exclaimed, his fists clenching in tight balls.

“What's the matter? Scared Bandos will crush you?” Sliske taunted, menacingly. “Maybe you should be more tactical, you know? Pick off the weaker gods first…” he then turned his attention to Jahaan, who had been rather quiet in the foray. “And what about our honourable guest? How do you feel about this, World Guardian?”

With a deep breath and courage he was only half sure he had, given the present company, Jahaan pronounced, “Icthlarin’s right. We shouldn't trust a word out of Sliske’s mouth. He’s just going to deceive us again.”

“The mortal is correct,” Armadyl declared. “We must not listen to Sliske. We must seek peace through justice.”

“Shut your beak, coward,” Bandos snarled. “Bandos can smell fear. All of you will fall before the mighty war god Bandos!”

“Even if you have become a god, Sliske, you are merely a fledgling,” Saradomin was quick to point out. “You do not have the right to enforce this!”

“Silence!” Sliske cried, rising from the throne with a start. “This petty arguing is becoming irritating. If you won't do it, then I'll kick things off myself…”

Suddenly, Sliske threw a charge of dark energy at Icthlarin, who from the force of the blast was knocked off his podium and to the ground. Before Jahaan could register what was happening, Sliske tossed the key to Death’s cage at him and, with a malicious glint in his eyes, unlocked the dragonkin’s cage.

“Ta-ta!” Sliske cheered before teleporting away, just as the dragonkin lunged for him.

In a manic fury, Strisath reared onto his hind legs, his dagger-like teeth glinting in the sunlight. With a mighty roar, he inhaled deeply and breathed out a scolding stream of fire at Icthlarin. Fortunately, the demigod managed to stumble to his feet in time and shield himself and Jahaan behind a green barrier of energy.

“Why did he give you the key?!” Icthlarin asked in crazed confusion, struggling under the weight of the dragonkin’s fire.

“I don’t know!” Jahaan cried in response.

Strisath then turned his attention to the other gods, sending fire around the room without prejudice, causing the gods to teleport away from the dangerous dragonkin.

Just as another fireball was sent his way, Icthlarin urged. “Go and release Death. I don’t know how long I can hold this barrier…”

With a firm nod of his head, Jahaan made towards to cage. But without the other gods for distraction, Strisath focused his fire on Jahaan. The young man dove to the ground just as a fireball careered over his head, crumbling the marble pillar it came into contact with. To give him the chance he needed to release Death, Icthlarin threw small, irritating bolts of energy at Strisath, just to hold his focus long enough for Jahaan to unlock the cage containing Death.

When he did, Death and Jahaan hurried back behind the protection of Icthlarin’s shield, but the demigod was struggling. “I don’t think I can hold it!”

Once the next fireball hit, the shield crumbled and Icthlarin fell to the ground, panting and gasping for air. He looked up at Death, who used a blue ball of energy to bring forth his Scythe and, just as the next fireball was released towards them, he teleported himself, Icthlarin and Jahaan away.

They returned close to the spot Icthlarin and Jahaan had departed from, Brother Samuel close by. He had acquired a shovel, likely from one of the many tool leprechauns tending to nearby farming patches, and had dug three graves to bury the corpses. A few flowers torn from around the area were placed on top of each mound.

When he saw the return of Jahaan, Icthlarin and Death, he hurried over to them.

“You’re back!” he exclaimed. “Did you bring this Sliske character to justice? And OH-” he regarded Death with the same look a child gives an ogre. “U-Um, hello? You must be Death.”

“Greetings, mortal,” Death addressed. “I am sorry for the loss of your brothers. They are safe in my domain now, and shall rest in peace.”

“Thank you,” Brother Samuel relaxed slightly. “And this Sliske?”

Jahaan regretfully informed, “I’m afraid it wasn’t as easy as that. He had many bargaining chips, to put it simply.”

“But… but he’s a murderer…” Brother Samuel whimpered, his downcast eyes falling upon the graves of his comrades.

It was Icthlarin who put a reassuring hand on the man’s shoulder, saying, “Do not fear, mortal. He will be brought to justice. You have my word.”

There was always a gravitas inside Icthlarin’s tone, a voice you could trust with both a promise and a threat, and he spoke both inside his words to Brother Samuel.

“Thank you, Iccy-larin,” Brother Samuel attempted; Icthlarin bit his tongue, deciding it wasn’t the right moment to correct the man. “And thank you all - I am eternally grateful. But now, I will continue my journey onwards now that I know the souls of my brothers are safe. I must inform their loved ones. Farewell.”

After saying their goodbyes, Brother Samuel departed north, carrying the backpacks of his fallen brothers alongside his own.

Death, standing almost two feet above them both, looked down upon Jahaan and Icthlarin and said, “My absence will have consequences. I have to return to my duties; there is an abundance of souls to be reaped. Thank you, my friends. Without you, I may have never escaped.”

“Farewell, Harold,” Icthlarin waved as Death used his scythe to teleport away.

Harold? Jahaan tried not to chuckle, instead asking, “So what will you do now, Icthlarin?”

“There is much work to be done. I have duties to attend to in the Underworld. However, we must be cautious. Gods will fall in the coming days. The Stone of Jas is too powerful to be ignored. Some may fight, some may go for Sliske, some may employ other tactics. But everyone will want the Stone. We could be facing the start of the next God Wars. Even mortals may try to win the Stone,” he put a hand on Jahaan’s shoulder, and using that same solid tone he used on Brother Samuel, said, “Make no mistake, my friend. These are grave times, and we all have a part to play. Clearly Sliske has taken an interest in you. As a World Guardian, your choices could decide the fates of the gods themselves. This is the most pivotal event to have occurred for thousands of years. The consequences will shape a new future.”

Jahaan let out a shaky breath. “No pressure then.”

“I have one last thing to discuss with you before we part ways,” Icthlarin said. “When a person’s life on Gielinor comes to an end, their soul enters my domain. There, I guide them to the afterlife of the deity they worshipped in life.”

“But what about those that are godless?” Jahaan queried. “Where do they go?”

Icthlarin explained, “For those souls, I meet them at the bridge over the River Noumenon, and ask them to decide. They can choose in that moment to cross into the afterlife of a deity they have at least some tangible connection to. Another option is to live on in death, acting as my helpers, to protect souls from The Devourer as I guide them to the afterlife. Otherwise… they cease to be.”

Jahaan furrowed his brow, warily asking, “What do you mean, ‘cease to be’?”

With a hint of trouble in his eyes, Icthlarin continued, “If a soul does not decide upon a destination, I cannot compel it to an afterlife against its will. The Devourer will claim those souls, their existence erased from the Underworld.”

Shaking his head, trying to comprehend this information, Jahaan said, “Okay, but… why are you telling me all this? Why now?”

“You aided me in rescuing Death,” Icthlarin replied, “In return, I thought I would inform you of this, and tell you that, as of now, you have no set destination in the afterlife. While I do not know when you shall pass - that knowledge only resides with the Reaper - I wanted to allow you the opportunity to contemplate your fate, instead of deciding at the last possible moment, as so many poor souls have to do.”

Understanding now, Jahaan smiled warmly and gave the jackal-headed deity a small, humble bow. “Thanks, Icthlarin.”

It was hard to tell due to the nature of his features, but Icthlarin appeared to be smiling back before saying, “Now, I have my duties to attend to in the Underworld. I hope we meet again in this life, my friend.”

Jahaan watched him go with a sigh. Now what?

Readjusting his backpack, making it slightly more comfortable on his shoulders, he just started walking, but west this time.

Perhaps I will try and walk to Prifddinas, he mused, his pace an amble, not a march.

But what Jahaan didn't realise was that, as he ambled on, the world was falling apart behind him.

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As Of Gods and Men is a reimagining, retelling and reworking of the Sixth Age, a LOT of dialogue/characters/plotlines/etc. are pulled right from the game itself, and this belongs to Jagex.

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I Wanna Dance With Somebody: Chapter 2- Nothing Good Ever Happens At The Mall

Story Pairings: Boyf riends, Pinkberry, RichJake

Chapter Characters: Michael Mells, Brooke Lohst, Jenna Rolan

Chapter Warnings: N/A

Story Summary: On the night of the Halloween Party, Michael is about halfway through having his infamous panic attack when Brooke comes tumbling into the bathroom, in the middle of her very own teenage angst. Michael lets her stay and the two sit in the bathtub and bond over their anger at their friends/super-mega-crushes. That’s when they get the idea to start fake dating to both get back at Jeremy and Chloe and win them over. Chaos, bonding, and gay ensue.

Authors’ Note: Chapter 2 has arrived! We hope people enjoy it! - Aly and Nik

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His phone was buzzing.

Even in his half-conscious state, Michael could register that. His tired mind immediately went to Jeremy, who was the only person who could possibly be texting him at such an early (ungodly) hour. Slowly and reluctantly, he pushed the thick covers away from his face and blindly reached out his hand to feel for his phone.

It was only when he finally got a hold of it that he realized he was also missing his glasses if the blurry screen was anything to go by. With a tired groan, he once again reached over to his bedside table, grabbing his glasses and slipping them on.

With his sight restored he could see that the messages were in fact not from Jeremy because, oh yeah, they weren’t friends anymore. Michael pointedly ignored the aching throb his heart made at this realization, instead choosing to focus on the two texts from an unknown number waiting patiently on his home screen (a very cringey picture of him and Jeremy from last year’s Halloween).

UNKNOWN: Morning ‘Boyfriend’ ;)

UNKNOWN: Got any plans for today?

Michael did a double take, rereading the messages a few times to be sure he wasn’t hallucinating.

What the fuck…?

ME: Who is this?

It took a few seconds before the three dots indicating the other person was typing popped up, quickly followed by a message.

UNKNOWN: It’s Brooke! Who else would be texting you that lolllllllll

UNKNOWN: Don’t tell me you have another fake girlfriend

Michael couldn’t help but smile down at the screen, remembering their scheme from the previous night. After finishing their slushies, Michael had dropped Brooke back at Jake’s so she could get her car (her mother’s, she’d told him after unlocking the dark cadillac), and then he had stumbled home to crash in his bed.

ME: I have five actually :)

BROOKE: Haha very funny

Before Michael could type out a reply assuring her that he was in fact a very funny person, there was a knock on his door followed by his mother’s soft voice. “Michael? You awake, honey?”

“Yeah!” He called back just as another text popped up on the screen.

BROOKE: So, plans???

“Hey mom? Is it cool if I have a friend over?”

The question seemed to be enough cause for his mom to open the door, poking her head inside his dimly lit room.

“Honey, you know you don’t have to ask if Jeremy can come over, right? He’s practically family at this point.”

Michael hoped the way he flinched at the name wasn’t all that visible and he quickly shook his head. “Not Jeremy, another friend.”

“Another friend?” The surprise in his mom’s voice was almost enough for him to be insulted. Then again, he himself never would have thought he’d be having anyone other than Jeremy coming to his house. Guess things had really changed.

“Yes mom, I do have those contrary to popular belief.” He replied before adding, “So can she come?”

“She?” His mom raised a brow, surprise written all over her face once more before she shook it off, “Sure, she can come over. Though you should probably get dressed first.”

“I will.” He assured her, picking up his phone and typing out a quick text.

MICHAEL: My house in an hour?

Exactly an hour later the sound of the doorbell rang through the house and Michael got out of his bed in a rush, hoping to answer the door before one of his moms could.

But Michael didn’t seem to be getting much of what he wanted the past few days, as when he’d made his way down the stairs he was greeted by the sound of his mom’s making small talk with Brooke.

“There he is! Michael, you didn’t mention that your friend was so pretty!” His Ma teased and Michael did his best to refrain from rolling his eyes.

“Girlfriend, actually.” Brooke corrected, smiling brightly at Michael who had instantly turned bright red at the comment.

“Michael didn’t mention that either.” His Mom said shooting him a look.

“I thought you were gay!” His Ma exclaimed, much more bluntly, never being one for subtleness.

Brooke seemed fairly amused by his mothers and he made a mental note to get back at her for this.

“Okay relax she’s not my girlfriend. I mean she is...but she’s not! I’m still very gay! We’re just….fake dating.” He tried to ignore how lame that sounded while his mothers stared at him in confusion.

“Fake dating? Why?” He sputtered helplessly at the question, looking over at Brooke to help him. She giggled, crossing the room to stand beside him and give his mothers a warm smile.

“Well you see, Michael is mad at Jeremy and I’m mad at my friend Chloe, so we decided to fake date to make them jealous,” She paused as if realizing she had forgotten something before adding in, “Oh, and the reason we’re mad at them is because we’re kinda in love with them, and they’re both acting like assh-I mean, jerks lately.”

Michael didn’t even bother to hide his grimace at her blunt honesty. He had never spoken to his Moms about his feelings for Jeremy. In fact, he had actually denied being in love with his best friend various times when they had questioned him. He could already feel the anxiety inching through him but the laughter from his Ma managed to quickly calm his nerves over the whole thing.

“That’s great, good for you two!” She exclaimed, ignoring the look her wife shot her.

“Just be careful.” His Mom cautioned.

Be careful. Huh. Michael was pretty sure that being careful wasn’t exactly an option when you were fake dating Brooke Lohst but he nodded anyway to quell her concerns.

“Can we go upstairs now and pretend this horrible conversation, like, never happened?” Michael questioned, already beginning to tug on the sleeve of Brooke’s sweater, inching her towards the stairs.

“Of course, let us know if you want any snacks.” His Mom responded, her smile sweet as always. His Ma wore a mischievous grin beside her and before she even spoke Michael was mentally facepalming.

“Yeah, or any fake-condoms!” She added in followed by laughter at her own very horrible joke. Michael hoped neither of his mothers saw his bright red face as he grabbed Brooke’s arm and led her upstairs. He pointedly ignored the sound of his Mom disciplining his Ma, who was giggling hysterically, on making improper comments in front of guests behind them.

“Your moms are awesome!” Brooke said as she plopped down on his bed, smile bright.

“They’re embarrassing.” He corrected her, although deep down he knew his moms were in fact very awesome. “So are you for the record. You didn’t need to tell them everything, especially the part about me being in love with Jeremy.”

He took a seat beside her, fixing her with a look to which she merely shrugged, “Honesty is very important. Plus, I’m pretty sure just about everybody knows you love him. Well...except maybe him.”

“I’m not that obvious! And if honesty is so important, why don’t you tell Chloe about your feelings?” He questioned pointedly causing Brooke’s smile to drop, replaced with a playful frown.

“Touché.”

“So, what’s on the agenda for today?” He inquired, watching as she stood up, beginning to look around his messy room. He felt self-conscious all of a sudden, wondering anxiously if he should have tried to clean up more before she came. Jeremy never really minded the clutter, so Michael didn’t bother with cleaning.

“Well, we need to figure out what we’re doing on Monday. I mean people are going to want a story on how we got together. We should also-” She stopped in her tracks staring into the closet that she had just curiously pulled open. “Michael what is this!!!”

“What is what?” He questioned standing up and joining her in front of the closet. It was actually fairly clean, in fact most of the stuff that probably should have been in there was laying around his room. All that was in there was his clothes.

“I can not walk into school with my boyfriend wearing this stuff. I kinda assumed you had some secretly nice clothes stashed away somewhere! Not all...this!”

“Wow, I love it when you flatter me, keep going.” He quipped playfully, too amused by her distress to actually be offended by her comment.

“Michael! This is serious. All you have is a bunch of ratty hoodies and jeans! I mean, is this seriously all you wear?”

“I feel like you don’t want me to say yes...but, yes.”

Brooke groaned, closing the closet door and leaning against it as if to keep his oh-so-hideous clothes from escaping. “Okay, new agenda. We’re going to the mall. Your wardrobe needs a serious upgrade.”

“What?! Brooke, no. Last time I went to the mall, my best friend left me for a stupid floppy disk in his brain. Nothing good ever happens at the mall!” He argued, crossing his arms defiantly.

Brooke mirrored his position and tilted her head, “Michael. I will fake-break-up with you.”

“Over clothes!?” Michael questioned, laughing in disbelief. His laughter quickly died off under the heat of Brooke’s unrelenting scowl. “Are you serious?”

“Very.”

He sighed glancing around his room in thought, avoiding her scathing eyes. “Fine. But, if I’m going shopping then you’re learning to play video games.”

“Deal.” Brooke grinned excitedly and grabbed his arm, “This is going to be so fun!”

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Michael didn’t think he’d ever be able to look at jeans in the same way ever again. Brooke must’ve made him try on at least fifty pairs over the course of the past hour, and he wasn’t even going to mention the shirts. All of them were way too preppy for his casual tastes, and too expensive.

“You look great!” Brooke squealed, as he stared at himself in the mirror. The reflection bore no resemblance to Michael Mell, instead looking like an off-brand Jake Dillinger.

“I look like I belong in a really bad porno.” He deadpanned, watching Brooke’s face fall in the mirror.

“You look cool, which is-“

“-Exactly what I don’t want!” Michael turned to look Brooke in the eyes. “Look if this whole thing is going to work, we need to lay down some ground rules. I’m not gonna go changing myself to get people to like me. I’m not like him, I like how I am.”

Brooke considered him for a moment.

“Compromise then? You can wear hoodies or whatever, but none of those fabric scraps you call jeans.” She held out her hand to shake, and Michael took it happily. And with the compromise in place, they finally settled on a few outfits that met both of their standards. With multiple bags hanging from Michael’s arms, the two soon arrived at the food court. Brooke didn’t pause for a moment, leading him straight towards a particular eatery. As they sat in the uncomfortable metal chairs, Michael eyed the yogurt with a critical eye. He’d promised Brooke he’d try it but it just looked so… unappetizing.

“Just try it.” Brooke urged, already attacking the creamy dessert with her spoon. Michael paused, before obeying. As soon as the yogurt hit his tongue, a million bursts of flavor hit him right away. His eyes widened comically, before eagerly spooning more of the frozen dairy into his mouth.

“I can see why you like this stuff so much.” He moaned, shoveling yet another spoonful of frozen yogurt into his mouth. Brooke simply smirked triumphantly, spooning another bite into her own mouth.

“Pinkberry is, like, the greatest thing to ever exist. It beats pretty much every other frozen food or drinks.” Brooke proclaimed, ignoring the faux-scandalized gasp that escaped from his throat.

“You take that back you heathen.” He commanded, brandishing his little spoon at her threateningly. “Slushies beat this any day.”

“Never.” Brooke teased, schooling her features into a solemn frown. There was a split second of silence before the two dissolved into laughter. He didn’t know what it was about Brooke that made this so easy. The two of them were practically from different planets- different in every possible way. And yet here they were, laughing over nothing at all. As skeptical as Michael was about their ‘relationship’, he couldn’t imagine a better person to be fake-dating.

The partially muffled sound of some generic pop song that Michael couldn’t bother to remember cut through their laughter, interrupting their moment. Brooke dug a hand into her purse, pulling out her phone with ease. She glanced curiously at the screen, and her smile fell.

“What?” Michael questioned as she continued to stare at the ringing phone. Lifting himself out of the seat just enough to peek at the screen he saw Chloe’s name in big bold letters, along with a picture of her. Narrowing his eyes, he looked at Brooke’s crestfallen face with determination. “Don’t do it.”

“I know,” Brooke replied unconvincingly, still staring at the screen.

“Don’t you dare answer that phone, Brooke.” He deadpanned, watching her eyes flick up to him for a moment. “You’ll regret it if you do.”

“But-”

“No buts!” He commanded, watching as she slowly lowered her eyes to the phone again. He could see it clear as day that she wasn’t going to be able to resist answering the phone. Quicker than lightning, Michael snatched the phone from her hands, sending Chloe straight to voicemail.

“Hey! Michael, what the fuck?!” The blonde demanded angrily, trying to reach across the table for her phone. Michael held the device away from her, shoving it in his hoodie pocket swiftly. “Give me my phone!”

“Not until I can trust you not to call her back!” He told her sternly, watching Brooke’s eyes narrow. “Brooke- holy fuck!”

He hadn’t been expecting her to jump across the table, catching the attention of several shoppers. She knocked him flat on the ground, her legs straddling him on either side as her hands darted for his pocket with a steely determination. He only just barely batted them away, staring up at Brooke with a resolve just as strong. She was so much better than this, and Michael wasn't going to let her lower herself back down to Chloe’s punching bag.

“Brooke will you just- fucking chill out!” He yelled, blocking her attempts to steal back her phone. “I didn’t want to have to do this, but you leave me no choice!”

His fingers found her sides rather quickly and Michael felt no remorse as he began to tickle her aggressively. A shrill shriek escaped Brooke as she reflexively began to giggle at Michael’s attacks.

“Ohmygod please stop.” Brooke finally got out between her desperate giggles, breathing heavily when Michael slowly removed his fingers. She glared at him playfully, her eyes now full of humor. “Never do that again you dick!”

“It was for your own good!” He defended, smiling at her goofily. “You’re way too good to go back to Chloe treating you like shit. We’re gonna show her that you deserve better, that she needs to be better. Or else you’re not going back.”

Brooke blinked at him in surprise, before offering him a watery smile.

“Thanks Michael… I mean it.”

“Glad I could help! Now can you, uh, get off me please?”

The two of them laughed as Brooke pushed off of him, opting for sitting beside him on the floor, ignoring their abandoned chairs. Neither of them noticing Jenna Rolan sitting a few tables away with a shark-like grin, a phone in hand brandished like a deadly weapon.

JENNA: O M G CHLO ANSWER ME!

<--- Chapter One | Chapter Three --->

#be more chill #boyf riends #pinkberry #richjake #be more chill musical #fake dating au #be more chill fanfic #fluff #bmc i wanna dance with someone

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pioneerjane-blog · 6 years

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Get to Know Me! 😊

I was tagged by @lightfortoday thank you, love💕

Rules: answer these questions then tag 20 blogs you’d like to know better!

Nickname: Cas, Cassie, Quesadilla

Zodiac: cancer ♋️

Height: 5’6” and a half!

Time: 12:39am

Favorite band/artist: So. Many. Buuuuut.... Panic! At the Disco, NEEDTOBREATHE, Fall Out Boy, Twenty One Pilots, Halsey, Pentatonix, X Ambassadors, Michael Jackson, Dean Martin, Frank Sinatra, The Lone Bellow, Harry Styles, and many, many more. Here a few though lol.

Song stuck in my head: Without Me - Halsey

Last movie I saw: siren. It was a SyFy movie haha

Last thing I googled: map of Europe and Scandinavia - I was in an argument lol

Other blogs?: also a lot! An autumn one @iddieforautumn A wintery/christmas one @iddieforchristmas I have three more (oof) but I’m not really active with those

Do I get asks: literally only from @lightfortoday cuz she’s my favorite

Why did I choose my username: my mom calls me a pioneer and Jane is a part of my middle name!

Following: idk where to find this but it’s a lot!

Average hours of sleep: not enough

What I’m wearing: black leggings and a XXL t shirt from my school!

Dream job: uhhh probably an author who also like dog sits or does something involving animals because I love them equally as much. If not that, then probably a professional musician!

Dream trip: literally any where in Europe!

Favorite food: pasta, pasta, pasta

Play any instruments: clarinet, piano, saxophone, and ukulele!

Eye color: Blue! A darker blue! Sometimes looks a little gray, I love my eyes!

Hair color: naturally it’s dirty blonde/ light brown but I have it bleached a lighter blonde at the moment!

Languages you speak: English and some German! I took online French and I’m in an elementary Spanish class rn! I love learning languages :)

Most iconic song: I am OBSESSED with Dusk till Dawn by Zayn featuring Sia! It was my most played song of 2017 and I still loop it!

Random fact: I’m watching Bobs Burgers and my fish tank is really loud

Describe yourself as aesthetic things: I’m terrible at this but...flowers. Books. Sunlight. Pastel colors. Warm lighting. Cats. Sweaters. Glasses. Nature. Cozy beds. Autumn. Studying. Coffee. Love. Blush. Gray. White. Short hair. (I apologize again lol)

Tagging!: @wildvulpine @dingogh @peachyimg @lotus-latte @ali-renee @sailorn3ptune @sohakitten @vodkaart @muyalwaywinik @cactusflowersociety @bluem-chen @butterlattetogogh @sephz-studies @stormbornlovegood @ever-so-noteworthy @saelraeni @tuliphz @ronansparrishes @lunietta @iceddcoffee

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hobidreams · 2 years

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Ahhh, gosh pressure/headaches are the worst 😥 i also really hate that. I hope it'll be gone soon and you get to rest your eyes/head huhu, i know how painful that is too as I also get those from time to time. Its hard also bc when headaches attack feels like you can't do anything at all, it sucks so much!! 😓 hope you'd feel better! Pls go away headaches! Also, be careful in the gym 💟

Ahh!! I've been contemplating to watch Love is Blind JPN, is it worth watching? i guess imma put it on my list then! Thanks! That's a lot of animes! Which one's your fave so far?Haven't watched one in a long time but maybe i'll think about watching one if i get the feels of it these days haha 😂

Lately i've been watching kdramas/one jdrama and a few tv shows that's on my list that I wanted to finish. So far i've finished After Life (not a kdrama), Itaewon Class (lot of thoughts haha), Vincenzo (which im still so shocked that i really like), All of us are dead (looot of thoughts too haha). I have a lot more unfinished 😂 I can't with myself haha. I wanna finish One Day at a Time and Ted Lasso. But also, I just started with It's Okay to Not be Okay, Inspector Koo, San nen A gumi (Mr. Hiiragi's homeroom) and Abbott Elementary! Jeez that's a lot! Sorry 😂😅 i can't with me haha this is getting crazy haha

Oh, and also Ali Wong's Don Wong, stand-up com special which was released yesterday haha.

Kept complaining about watching a lot but damn it, its just when a good show comes you can't stop haha. Also even if its not that good, you just wanna know the ending too. Do you do this too or do you just stop watching/reading those you don't like?

Yes yes, i also like chips and fries! Um, the best! You do do flavors or just plain salt? I love potatoes in general, any form- they're all sexy and delicious to me 😂 Also! Whaat yes! I used to eat Senbei rice crackers too, when I was a kid!! I almost forgot about that! Didn't even remember the name til you linked the photo, thanks! It's the best and brings a lot of memories! 💕 also i could eat some pork buns too right now haha. Hmm lately, since i think i'm gonna get my period--i've been craving chocolates, like pastries/icecream haha. I've been craving some crispy chicken burgers/chicken tenders for a while now, since several months ago but still haven't eaten one yet which is just ugh😂 i know its not a "big" problem but haha. It's crazy bc i get really hungry at 3ams (at times, still awake at that hour haha) and it's all i can think about 😅 oh, i just remember how good custard buns too. Haha

Awwh, that's such a sweet tradition! That's so nice! It feels so nice to have someone you could celebrate these things with someone!💟 Sigh, yea, pandemic took so much from us 😔 i wish you two could meet up soon when it's safer there in your area! But yes better to be safe first 🥺 Me, i'm probably just gonna go watch their show like Bon Voyage (only watched s01 too so) or Run BTS just for fun and all haha.

Happy Valentine's day to you and your bf too (and your loves in life)! Hope you get to celebrate! 💕 Wishing you better days ahead and more good stuff to come! Take care, too!! 💟💟

-🧇

thank u for caring 😭💞 i feel loved!!!! ive got a prescription for new glasses and they should arrive sometime this week so i hope that it'll fix the problem soon.

my favorite anime of that bunch is probably Lovely Complex!! i fell head over heels for the kansai ben so every time i see a character with the accent, i just swoooon 🤣🌹 oooh yes i heard so many good things about those dramas but im terrible at following whats trendy so i always end up watching things 1-2 years after theyre popular LOL i really wanted to watch It's Okay to Not be Okay so i think i will do that soon.

OMG thank you for telling me about ali wong!!! netflix hasnt been giving me that advertisement so i had no idea she had another special. im 100% gonna be watching it. love her sm.

i tend to keep watching if im close to the end?? tbh im not that picky so i'll probably finish a show if i start it. sometimes ill just google the end tho hahah.

YES POTATOES ARE SO SEXY. flavored chips are my fave. i really love Ruffles All Dressed and Miss Vickies Sweet Chili, but ive also been on a Munchies kick lately hahaha. also apple chips. are those still chips? 🤣 im also near my time of the month i think so ive been eating everything and anything. you deserve to treat yourself :'))) go get your chicken!!

omg .. dont even remind me of Bon Voyage LMAO i bought the first season and have watched only 3 eps... i literally keep forgetting bc i bought it on vlive and i never go on that website 😭

#<3 <3 <3 #rain reply #🧇 anon #i will answer ur other ask soon 😍 bc i have Thoughts about LIB hahaha

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vertigoambrosia · 6 years

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hey gwf’s three count is back and they even made a nice lil video summarizing everything that happened between seasons so i’m ready to jump into some high production Drama

from the company that brought you that video where it seems like andre trucker is gonna fuck pete bouncer

lmaooo we start off with some classic office passive aggressiveness

i hope kati gets some respect but the trailer had tarkan punching her after she told him that lionesses hunt and the male lions don’t do shit so

yeah

aw come on gwf just cause someone’s a heel doesn’t mean i should have to deal with their misogyny

aytac bb you had like three chances to not get slapped and you fucked it up

beautiful face beautiful beard saying facts

wow ali is more of a dick than last season

‘i will send you three evil spirits, and you will never sleep again’ get some chill mike he’s just a giraffe twink

OUR BABY LUCKY

wait when did lucky go to japan?

lmaoooooooooooo matt cross doesn’t remember who pascal is

‘timehistory’

i love how pascal’s ego is so giant yet so fragile

‘you’re not paying attention to me? PASCAL SPALTER IS NOT PAYING ATTENTION TO YOU SO THERE’

AHHH IS LUCKY WEARING CONTACTS THEY SCARED ME

i liked the previous season’s credits better than these but they’re still really good

ooo english commentary????

‘the debrecen sausage boy’

omg i didn’t notice the loserweight championship has like, some rando paper taped to it

‘follow the giraffe, cause he says..it’s benji’

i can’t tell how much of benji’s gimmcick is ‘weird boi’ and how much is ‘lol twinks’ but he’s adorable and the crowd loves him so i guess i’ll give it some time

his line about wanting to help other rookies be loserweight champ so he isn’t was pretty funny though

murat ak: i’m a colossus and he’s the loserweight champion wtf else do you want me to say

lol the latest loserweight championship match was ‘reverse elimination’ that makes no sense and i am here for it

i’ve heard about el phantasmo but this’ll be the first time i see him wrestle

omg ‘the headbanga’ he’s such a fuckboy

he’s like angelico and djz put together

or at least his entrance attire is

those glasses actually kinda look good on olaf

i haven’t seen a ton of matt cross but i have seen him live and he was fun

he looks like, too nice to be a dude called son of havoc

i have to go back to germany so a wrestleman can fall into my lap

do you think matt cross dyes his beard? dudes usually go gray in th ebeard before the hair, but at the same time, it seems like 200x more effort to dye your beard than your hair

then again, facial hair genetics apparently make no fucking sense so

haha of course erkan was barely paying attention

even though his buddy was in one of the matches

i can’t believe tarkan is actually less of a dick in gwf than wxw rn

“i shit on your nerve!”

omggg tarkan just did the greatest reaction to erkan saying he’s old but i probably won’t get a good screenshot cause erkan blocks it a moment later

HOLY SHIT I TAKE BACK WHAT I SAID ABOUT TARKAN BEING LESS OF A DICK

erkan gave him a bottle of liquor and told him to chill and tarkan’s gonna beat him over the head with it!

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imnotwolverine · 4 years

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The marriage pact - Reality strikes

Henry Cavill x OC Alice - multi-chapter

< Part 20 | Part 21 Reality strikes | Part 22 >

Disclaimer: Some angst

Author’s note: No idea what to write here today other than it’s 7.52 AM, so: good morning!

Word count: 2.723

(Link to my Masterlist)

Dear readers,

Another year reaches its end and I’m sitting here with mixed emotions. Tonight I’ll be celebrating with friends. Meaning a house filled with a whole horde of kids and a few slightly boozed up adults.

I’ll be the only childless adult. I’ll be the only unmarried adult. And with my dear chocolate cake right now working abroad, I’ll also be the only adult that will show up alone.

It is what it is. Life’s reality. But I must admit that it sets a tiny sad note to an otherwise quite lovely year. I lost one love, but gained a far better one in return. I now know my parents better than I probably ever have - and what joy it has been to share my life with them again. Also, I am writing my first novel and that is truly a dream come true.

Looking at this from the bright side; it does give me some new goals for the next year and I can’t wait to smash next year out of the park. Do you have any new years resolutions, dear readers?

Ali

‘9..8..7…’

*BBZZZZTT-BZZZZTTTT*

With hasty fingers I grasped for my phone, hearing the count down quickly proceed. Henry bear. It was silly to feel relieved to see his name.

He didn’t forget.

‘5..4..3..’

Putting him on speakers I laughed as my friends had bottles of champagne in hand, thumbs on the ready-to-pop corks. Around us excited, albeit slightly sleepy, children were watching with expectant eyes, their arms hugging their favourite stuffies. It was special for them to be allowed to stay up so late, which only added onto the magic of New Years eve.

‘2..1!!!’

PffffPOP - ’Oh fuck..!!’

A cork shot out in a wild direction and near hit Gisele in the face, everyone gasping as the poor woman blinked in silent terror. Ooph..that could have gone wrong.

‘HANKK..come on!’ She laughed after recapitulating a bit, her shocked lips turning up in amused smile. And just like that the mood was good again, everyone starting to give each other kisses and hugs. After clinking my glass with a few friends I quickly walked off to the quiet of the hallway, bringing my ear back to my phone, Henry expectantly waiting for my voice.

‘Hen..’ My voice was cracking.

‘ALI, YOU OKAY? DID SOMETHING HAPPEN?’

‘Haha..’ I sniffled back a little tear. ‘No no. Just Hendrik being a fool..*sniff* with the champagne. Nobody’s hurt though.’

‘Hey baby.’ He said, still mildly concerned, hearing me sniffling back tears. ‘Hi.’ I mumbled, looking over my shoulder to see the party getting in full swing, glasses refilled and kids jumping with excitement, everyone dancing on the music that was playing on the tv.

‘Happy new year.’ I whispered, hiding another quiet sob.

‘Happy new year baby.’ He sighed. ‘Gosh I wish I could be there. I miss you terribly.’

‘Same..*sniff* sorry about this. It’s just the wine I think.’

‘Hmm..it’s okay baby. I’m going to kiss allll those tears away when I get back, okay?’ His promise sounded extra bitter, because that would take another three weeks. Three long weeks before he’d get back here for two days, only to fly back again immediately after. But then again, trying to see it on a more positive note; that gave me three weeks to put some pressure on getting that hiatus approved. And that was do-able, right?

—

‘Hi Ali.’ Mrs. Mulligan smiled, lighting up another cigarette, the office building quiet as most employees were out running reports. It was mid January and though I hoped there would be good news, I never could be quite so sure with Mrs. Mulligan. The bad ass Chief editor was hard for me to read. Was she happy? Enthused? Taking the piss? Or being for real? Sinking down in the seat opposite of her desk I gave her a pensive look.

‘Hi Mrs. Mulligan.’ I said, trying my best at returning the smile she offered me. She chuckled. ‘You worry too much Ali. Really.’ She sucked on her cigarette, the tip burning bright orange. Licking her lips she shifted forward a bit. ‘So how is Henry?’

Of course, small talk. I sighed and shrugged. ‘Bit difficult to tell with his busy schedule and the time zone issue, but, I think he’s doing alright. At least they haven’t gotten any delays thus far.’

Mrs. Mulligan turned in her chair, nodding. ‘Well let’s hope that you won’t distract him, when you join him.’ She quickly took another inhale, smiling as the realisation of her words hit me. ‘Really?!’ I sat up a bit in my chair, looking at her with widened eyes. ‘Really really. Though of course we still want to get plenty of updates. You’re one of our best reporters and..as you know..we islanders are close-knit. Even Superman can’t steal you away from us for good.’ She winked, blowing the smoke out high above her head.

I gasped quietly and I couldn’t help but laugh, the relief this news brought being just what I needed.

‘Thank you so much Mrs. Mulligan.’ I smiled.

‘You’re welcome Ali.’ She winked, then pressed her burned up cigarette down in her ash tray. Her way of saying; this meeting is over. Quickly I got up and fumbled through my jean pocket to retrieve my phone; I had to tell him! I had to tell him!

—

But I couldn’t tell him. He didn’t have reception, again. And when I tried once more later that night all I got was a quick message from him, sent from an unknown number, telling me they had some technical difficulties now they were out in the wilderness. He’d try to get a moment to call later that week, but he couldn’t promise anything. And that he missed me. Terribly.

I hated it. This. The distance. The time zones. The difficulty to reach him. The fact I couldn’t share the happy news with him. At least the good thing was that it was just one more week till I’d see him. And we’d better find a way to tackle this problem once and for all..and quickly..because with every lonely night in my bed the unease in my mind grew; like this, it simply couldn’t work. No matter how hard we both tried. If we couldn’t be together, then this relationship was doomed.

—

Once more I was standing here at the airport, looking through the arriving crowd, their suitcases rolling over the grey tiles of the hall as the cold draft made me huddle closer in my thick wool jacket. I couldn’t wait to be back in Henry’s warm embrace again, especially after being almost a month apart. It had been simply too long.

More and more people flooded the airport, loved ones embracing one another, business men back on their phones, their faces stuck in expressions of true importance. But no Henry.

*BZZZ BZZZZ*

Henry bear: Sweetheart, running a little late. Issue with my baggage.

Seeing the message on my phone, made me all the more frustrated. He was here! In this darn building! And what was up with this baggage? He really didn’t need to bring any hold luggage for just the few days he was going to be here right? Groaning in silent frustration I saw an old lady in the corner of my eye, her small blue eyes also looking over the crowd with a sense of worry. As if she couldn’t find the person she was waiting for.

Using some passersby as an excuse to move in her direction, I smiled at her, attracting her attention. ‘Picking someone up?’ I asked, finding her worried look melt in a friendly smile. ‘Hello dear. Eh..yes..my son..he was supposed to be on this flight, but I don’t see him..’ She furrowed her thin eyebrows and looked back at the sliding door, the flood of passengers slowly becoming thinner and thinner.

‘Well that makes two of us. Though I am not waiting for my son, but my boyfriend. He just texted me there’s some issues with the baggage, so maybe your son has similar problems.’ I also looked back at the sliding door, the door now sliding fully closed.

No more people coming through.

It shouldn’t have hurt so. But it did all the same. After weeks of hoping, wishing, waiting, it was all the more frustrating to have to wait even more because of something silly like an issue with the luggage. And it was especially frustrating to think that I only had so few hours with him before he had to head back again to continue shooting.

The woman turned back towards me and looked me up and down. ‘Aren’t you…’ She squinted her eyes slightly, then beamed up as recognition hit. ‘..Henry’s girl?’ I looked at her, seeing those small but warm blue eyes peering at me, her wrinkly face lined with years of many smiles and few frowns. I laughed. ‘Correct. I’m Alice. From the west side of town, work for the local newspaper.’

The woman nodded, then near jumped on her feet when the door opened and two men came strolling in. First a man who probably was her son. And then Henry. A very tired to the bone Henry, his day old beard unshaven and hair slightly disheveled. It was a silver lining that most people had long left the hall, making the odds of someone snapping a picture of him in this state just that bit smaller.

As the two men strode over towards us it became apparent that there was some mutual recognition.

‘Mrs. Penny?’ Henry blinked at the woman who was giving her son a quick but big hug. Pulling back she tilted her head slightly, taking in his disheveled look. ‘Little Henry. Look at you dear boy! All grown up! And you need a shave!’ She winked then directed at me: ‘I was his drama teacher.’

I wished to smile at her, but before I could I felt two large arms wrap around me, a head dipping down in the crook of my neck.

Henry.

Home at last.

Running my hands over his back I looked through the confines of his big embrace at the lady called Mrs. Penny, her son checking his watch as if he wasn’t quite willing to wait a moment longer. I felt Henry pull back and for the briefest of moments his lips brushed over mine.

‘Hi.’ He breathed, smiling at me warmly, albeit with great tiredness.

‘Hi bear.’ I smiled, stroking a thumb over his cheek.

Turning back towards his drama teacher Henry reached out his arms, wishing to receive a hug from her as well. She gladly accepted, snickering a bit as Henry was near twice her height and triple her weight. The tiny lady and the huge bear of a man.

‘Mom, it’s time to go. We need to get eh…’ The son licked his lip as he looked at Henry, a glint of jealousy or distaste lingering in his eyes. Thankfully his mom was quick to agree. ‘Yes yes. Time is fleeting! It is good to see you Henry and I love your work. Though gotta practise that smile talking a little.’ She tutted, pinching his cheek with some motherly affection. Henry laughed and shook his head. ‘It’s good to see you Mrs. Penny and..please..let us not hold you up.’ Henry nodded at the other man, who was practically sneering at him.

—

‘Something happened with that guy?’ I asked, driving us home in his dad’s car - anything better than my mom’s car. Henry sighed. ‘Got our bags mixed up and he just kept saying my bag was his, refusing to open it and compare the contents.’

He sounded so done with it all, voice low and dry, eyes peering out over the icy cold waves hitting the frosty shoreline. ‘Sounds like a pain in the ass.’ I frowned, looking at him a bit better. ‘How are you Hen?’ A question that I could easily answer myself; awful. Because he sure as hell looked awful, his whole aura dark and gloomy, perfectly fitting the weather outside.

‘Could use a nap.’ He yawned, looking back over at me and trying his best to offer me a smile, the joy not reaching his eyes.

Oh my poor bear.

‘Then let’s nap and talk later.’

‘Yea..’ He reached out a hand and squeezed the hand I kept at the gear stick. ‘I’m terribly glad to be with you again. I am. Just..tired..’s all. Sorry if I..-’

‘Hen..it’s okay. Relax. Close your eyes for a bit and I’ll tell you when we’ve arrived.’

‘Okay.’ He slowly nodded, immediately closing his eyes, settling more comfortably in his seat.

‘Okay.’ I whispered.

—

Running my hand through his curls, his head resting on my lap, I folded over another page of the book I was reading. We were sitting / sleeping on his parents couch, his father upstairs going about his business, his mom out for tea with a friend. The house was nice and quiet, all sound reaching my ears being Henry’s slow breathing and the buzz of the dishwasher running in the kitchen.

He looked tired even while sleeping.

Oh poor, poor bear.

It was then he shifted a little, heavy eyelids slowly blinking open and his lip curling up in a tiny smile. ‘MMmmmm…’ He hummed, nuzzling his nose in my thighs, making me giggle. ‘Hennn! Cheeky!’ He chuckled in turn, his voice deep with sleep. ‘Am I still dreaming?’ ‘No, you’re not. I’m here. And you’re home. And it’s 11.30, in case you wonder.’

He sighed deeply and nodded, shifting so he was laying flat on his back, his ocean blue eyes looking up at me. ‘Hi.’ He rumbled. ‘Hi.’ I sniffled, tracing my fingers through his curls again, massaging his scalp ever so slightly. ‘Mmm..I missed you. Your hands..’ He slowly sat up, moving his nose into my chest, sniffing a long line up into my neck. ‘..your smell.’

I giggled again. ‘Okay then Geralt.’ He smiled and sat back a little, cupping my cheek. ‘It was worth every delay, every sleepless hour, every luggage swap annoyance.’ And then he placed the first proper kiss on my lips. Soft and loving, as if testing again how I feel like. How our lips can slot together perfectly.

And what a good kisser he was. Hmm.

Humming gladly I didn’t wish the kiss to end, but he eventually did break it, chuckling softly when I leaned into him a little more. ’How are you sweet one?’ He asked, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, looking studiously at my face. As if relearning what I looked like.

Gosh we had really been apart for too long. If anything this had to be prevented from here on at any cost. At any..

‘OH! I have news actually.’ I smiled at him, my worried face turning up with pure joy. He also started to smile. ‘Does this mean that..?’ - ‘Yes. Or well. I don’t know what you’re assuming here. But eh..yea..I received green light for my hiatus. So..’

‘AAAHH YES!’ He let out an excited cheer and quickly pulled me in for another kiss. Deeper this time. And longer. Until both of us had to pull apart for the simple fact of requiring fresh air in our lungs. He was properly beaming. ‘Oh baby..oh…so..when and..?’ He babbled, keeping my face close to his. ‘Now, right now.’ I laughed, feeling his aura lighten up, the dark storm clouds pulling away, his eyes finally starting to shine with happiness.

—

The next morning we had our usual morning walk and it almost felt like it had for all those months before he left. Albeit that there was no happy Akita trodding ahead of us - Kal was still in Canada. With gloved hands interlinked we stepped in steady rhythm, small clouds coming from our mouths as we talked and laughed into the cold morning air.

‘You better pack real warm. It’s really, really cold over there.’ He smiled, pulling me closer and kissing my cold red nose. ‘Mmpff can’t wait.’ I grumbled - hating the cold, but accepting it if that meant I could finally be with Henry. ‘Hahaha. Oh sweetheart. Now...’ He halted us before a large blue slatted house. ‘Are you ready to move in with me?’ He raised a teasing eyebrow and I poked him playfully in the ribs.

‘I thought you’d never ask.’

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