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jseobsky · 1 year

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hi hi, me again!! had kind of a rough day so I was wondering if I could request some best friend!minjae fluff? like just a minjae hanging out with you trying to distract you and make you feel better kind of thing? hsjshjdksjshsj sorry it's not v specific idek myself what exactly I want I just know I need some comfort :(

Bad days like these.

Pairing ! bestfriend!Minjae x gn!Reader Synopsis ! after a bad day and only wanting to be hug by the blankets and watch your favourite show, your best friend Minjae comes to your door. Genre ! Fluff, hinted romantic ending but can be read as like platonic Warnings ! Swearing, haven't proof-read anything- W/C ! 0.8k a/n ! omg I hope you feel much better now!! I'm sorry to hear that :(( I'm also having a quite meh day, so this was also just what I needed. thank you for requesting!! I loved writing this KSJHSDKFJ

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There are days when you can fight against the whole world. Those days are the ones that people appreciate the most. I could’ve solved a world’s problem, and people would be happy. However, if I, for whatever reason wasn’t doing good one day, it wouldn’t count. People don’t count those moments as valid. People don’t count any moment as valid unless you are strong. But I can’t always be strong.

There are days when all I can do is lie around. Those days are the ones I hate the most. I am ashamed of those days. Days where I try to hide behind a big screen. Sometimes trying to escape the little lie that I live in, in hopes of some comfort. People love to ignore my struggles. People ignore you unless you are fighting. But I can’t always fight.

Today is one of those days. Watching TV seemed the best answer to today’s mood. The characters hold each other as I hold my plushy. “You don’t have to be strong” Says one of the characters. “I know, but it’s hard” They hold each other even closer. Their breathless voices quivering at each word. “When moments like these, please call out my name. I’ll be there, whenever you ask for me, wherever you ask for me” Oh shut the fuck up. I wanna cry now. “Please just let me help you” Said the same character, reaching to kiss the person they were holding. Fucking finally after 14 episodes. “Mia. I” He breathed out. Ding, ding, ding. Who dares interrupt their moment ffs. I walk towards the front door, random objects are lying around the floor as I walk. I walk past some school books, some clothes that I must have thrown, and some random papers that might be more important than how I’m treating them. I finally reach the door and open it.

The cold air hits my face as soon as I open the door. Outside, the sky was dimmed, definitely a representation of how I felt. Even with my tear-stained face from the scene, I was just watching, I get to smile. “I hate you” I say out loud. Minjae, who was standing outside my door with a big puffy jacket, and a big grocery bag, slapped his empty hand on his chest and gasped. “How dare you. Should I turn around?” I stopped him from turning around completely and pulled him inside. “How did you know?” I asked. “You changed your Instagram notes from BARBIE NEW MOVIE I CAN’T to: alexa play voices by stary kids” Minjae said while taking his shoes off. “You only do that when you’re sad as fuck” “Touché” I say while grabbing his bag I walk again towards the couch. He follows behind me, crouching down for a moment to pick my music notes and placing them on the table they fell from, not before shaking his head. I take interest in the scene again.

Although I couldn’t see more of the scene, now being paused again a little less than a second before their kiss. I make an annoyed face and turn to look at Minjae who paused my show. “What happened?” He asked. “If I ignore my problems, they won’t hurt” He got a little closer. “They will, and you know it. That or you’ll end up punching someone” I gasp. “Okay, that was ONE time. And the guy deserved it anyways so who’s the one at fault?” “Still you, that guy just approached you because you were crying, you looked at him, flirted with him, and when he said he didn’t like stray kids you punched him” I giggled remembering the moment, the second I look at Minjae again he’s looking serious so I straighten my posture. “Still his fault, he said that I was jobless bcs I liked those stupid dancing boys and that I spent too much money on them after talking about my collection” “How much of that is true?” He raised an eyebrow at me. “Not my point” I pouted jokingly.

“Okay let’s do this. I help you escape from your problems” I nod. After waiting for two seconds and him not continuing I ask. “Aaand?” “Nothing, you just get bragging rights because you got the best friend in the entire world” “Well that’s arguable, Felix is Hyunjin’s best friend so like” Minjae stands up. “Okay sorry, sorry, you’re the best, you’re the best” I grab his arm again and pull him towards me, making him fall on the sofa. We stay laughing for a bit, but our laughs come to a stop when we hear the show playing again. Minjae hugs me closer to him and we start watching the show from where it was left. “You don’t have to be strong” Says Minjae after a while, him looking me directly into my eyes. I nod. “I know, but it’s hard” He hugs me closer. He pets my head and smiles. “I’ll make the pain go away, I promise.”

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lxvebun · 3 years

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hello love,

im just in love with your content ! in a world where there’s not enough soft/sweet dabi you really are the sugar in my coffee, and the whipped cream to my hot chocolate

idk if your requests are open (if they aren’t please just ignore this), but if they are, may i request a hc for dabi/hawks with an asexual s/o ?

sending you lots of love thank you for your blog it’s deeply cherished !

-j

Dabi & Hawks x asexual!so

A/n dear anon, who allowed you to be so SWEET. "The sugar in my coffee" the whipped cream to my hot chocolate" sweetheart thats so CUTE i am blushing. Im so sorry for taking so long and also thank you so much for helping me finish this<3 ily

Cw: , curse words. Dabi calls you doll. hawks calls you dove, gender neutral! reader, small mention of violence towards aphobic idiots

Dabi

-♡Dabi being the observant mf he is he 100% already knows way before you even come out to him

-♡he would not confront you about it. He rather waits until you're ready to tell him.

-♡ he would also not make a very big deal about it but Not in a "i dont care way" more in a " i dont see a problem with it way"

-♡"Dabi im asexual."

-♡"cool :D. wanna cuddle?

-♡"??....thats it?you don't mind??Not going to ask any questions??

-♡"ofcourse I don't mind! Im with you because im in love with you..all of you. Why don't you tell me more about it while we cuddle :3 "

-♡ ":,) okay<3"

-♡ he is ofcourse incredibly proud of you and happy for you

-♡he will never stop complimenting you.

-♡"have I ever told you how beautiful you are doll :3"

-♡"yes you have,like 20 seconds ago..."

-♡ cuddles...so many cuddles. Will this man ever stop touching you? No he will pass out if he goes 5 minutes without your attention

-♡ it doesn't matter what you're doing he WILL find a way to cuddle with you.

-♡ cooking? He leans against your back until you're done. Working on the computer? He's your seat.

-♡ man just wants his cuddles

-♡ anyone every stupid enough to say something mean about your sexuality? Alexa please play despacito so Dabi has some nice background music for when he beats them up.

-♡ after that he always pulls you into a big hug and makes sure you understand that your sexuality is valid and you shouldn't listen to assholes claiming anything else

-♡ Dabi loves you so much. He's in love with every part of you including your asexuality

Hawks

-♡ hes so proud of you for opening up about it!! When you told him he just swept you up into a big hug and started kissing you all over your pretty face

-♡ He's also incredibly happy that you felt safe enough to talk to him about it

-♡ Hawks knows that asexuality comes on a pretty big spectrum so he would want to have a conversation with you on what you're comfortable with and what not

-♡ Hawks is already very affectionate But now he's focused on proving to you just how romantic he can be

-♡ Romeo who? Noah who? We only know keigo takami

-♡ Romantic dinners? Check, stargazing?, done, picnics on the rooftop of the highest building around?, yes.

-♡ LOVE LETTERS?? YES ABSOLUTELY 100%

-♡ the moment keigo sees something colored with your flag colors he buys it. Doesn't matter what is lol

-♡ he gets so giggly and happy when it finally arrives😭 please accept whatever he bought

-♡ dove look what I got you :D *holds up socks with the colors of your flag*

-♡:,) thank you baby

-♡ this is the fifth time he got you socks but whenever you bring it up he claims that "its a different length"

-♡ anyone dares to say something rude about you? Ahaha good luck, He will actually cut them with his feathers. Doesn't care about his hero reputation you are way more important than that

-♡ keigo is always quick to reassure you that your sexuality is super valid and you shouldn't question it because some donut said something rude about it.

-♡ Keigo loves you so much and will do anything he can to make you feel loved and comfortable<3

♡dabi masterlist♡ ♡hawks masterlist♡

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samuel-de-champagne-problems · 3 years

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Blurb #9

Pairing- Spencer Reid x Female Reader

CW- none

Author’s Note- this comes from this ask by @leahblackk thanks so much for this love!! it was so much fun to write 💛 also sorry if it looks a little wonky I’m on mobile!!

Word Count— 2K (not really a blurb)

Studies show that the music we listen to at 14 years old is the most influential on our personality and development. Naturally, there’s some exceptions to this. Spencer, for one, tended to listen to classical music or the Beach Boys records his mother had around the house as a teenager. He still can’t listen to jazz without the bittersweet memories of Ethan coming back to haunt him. His music taste, in his opinion, didn’t really develop until Derek made him listen to his CDs on rides during their commute.

It wasn’t until he met his neighbor, Y/N that he learned just how impactful music can be on someone’s life. Spencer, despite Derek and Penelope’s efforts, doesn’t really enjoy modern music. There’s one expectation to that though: Y/N. Everytime she drags him over for late night dinners and movie nights, she always ends up putting a Taylor Swift album on her vintage record player. It’s like a ritual that either comforts her, hypes her up, or softens her heartbreak. Through the months that they’ve been friends, Spencer’s come to enjoy the music nights. There’s something about the way that she sings about love and life that is so familiar to Spencer. The day he realized, it hit him like a ton of bricks. Y/N makes all those magical, heartwarming, Taylor Swift songs make sense.

So everytime he goes over to her apartment, before he knocks he’ll listen for the music. It’s hard to not let his profiling instincts kick when he does this. Thanks to his eidetic memory, Spencer can recognize any of the songs with only a couple seconds of the lyrics.

On a sunny Monday, Spencer listens closely for the record player. He can hear the upbeat, dance tunes of New Romantics. Okay, he thinks. If Y/N is listening to that song, she’s probably happy. So he knocks on the door, a big smile on his face ready to listen to the happiest Taylor Swift songs with the girl he’s pining for and try not to reveal just how much he wants her to love him back.

“Spence! Come on, we’re dancing” Y/N shouts loudly above the music. Spencer doesn’t want to burst her bubble by telling her he doesn’t dance, so he takes her hand and dances his heart away.

In between the jumpy and laughter the song shifts. Y/N must be playing it from her Alexa because the next song is from a different album, Paper Rings comes on next. A song dedicated to the kind of love that probably makes the most sense to Spencer. He’d marry Y/N without any kind of ring- and that’s a terrifying thought.

“I love this song!” Y/N says, closing her eyes and dancing wildly, “You like this one too, right Spence?” she says above the loud music.

Spencer, unable to fully articulate how much he loves this song, decides to grab Y/N by the hand and twirl her around and around. She’s laughing and smiling, happy as she could be. Spencer’s thoughts shift from how beautiful she looks, to how easy this is. How simple loving her could be, but how hard telling her is.

The music slows, turning to Lover, a song that Spencer has dreamt of dancing with Y/N to on a white veiled occasion several times. This must be her happy playlist, Spencer thinks as she pull him close. They’re slow dancing and if Spencer closes his eyes and quiets his mind, he can trick himself into thinking she loves him back. Afterall she holds him like she does.

“I like this one the best,” Spencer whispers, his eyes still closed as he and Y/N sway to the beat of the song, “It’s comforting,” he explains.

“It’s a good wedding song,” Y/N says, resting her head against his shoulder, “like a first dance song,”

“It is,” Spencer says, “It’s actually in the proper beats per second to be a waltz, which is a common dance for a traditional first dance at a wedding,”

“Yeah,” Y/N says, pulling herself in closer to Spencer as she pets small circles into his soft cardigan. The spot where she touches leaves her mark; his heart has belonged to her for awhile now, but Spencer’s ready to give her whatever else she wants, “but dancing like this is also very nice,”

“Hmm,” Spencer says, not trusting himself to say anything else. The music switches again, and Spencer knows the song, probably before even Y/N. Dress comes on and Spencer really isn’t sure how he’ll get through listening to the sultry song that croons about pining after your best friend. Part of him seriously thinks he’s being stalked, because those songs perfectly encapsulate his love and his admiration for the girl next door.

“Oh, I got asked out on a date,” Y/N says, seemingly shocking Spencer out of his daydream, “at the coffee shop. His name is John, he seems nice,” she tells him, sounding a little nervous.

“That’s great, Y/N,” Spencer says, trying to put on a smile for his best friend, but fails to do so, “I’m happy for you,”

“Well it’s, you know. I think I just need to put myself out there and stop waiting around for my wild dreams to come true. Because after all your wildest dreams are just that, dreams,” she says, a little sadly.

“Call me after, Y/N, just to make sure you get home safe,” Spencer requests, he squeezes her hand, in what he hopes can be seen as a friendly gesture, despite him not wanting to let go.

“Of course, Mr. FBI,” Y/N teases, “Alexa, shut up! Hey, Spence, you want to order pizza. It’s been like a week since I watch Long Pond and I’ve got that itch that only listening to This Is Me Trying while stuffing my face with pizza and white wine can fix,”

“Sure, Y/N,” Spencer says, smiling through his heartbreak. He tries to not let Y/N see the tears that prickle in the corners of his eyes when the 1 comes on. It would have been fun, if he could have been Y/N’s “1”. Even in heartbreak, Taylor Swift can capture exactly what Spencer feels.

He almost didn’t bother checking by her apartment because he knew it’s her date with Jake or John, or whatever his name was. Spencer’s not a man to get jealous, he knows that Y/N doesn’t owe him her love just because he loves her. He knows that, but that doesn’t lessen the hurt of her falling for someone other than him.

As he walks by, Spencer’s ears catch the music coming from her apartment. He hears the unrecognizable twangy strum of the guitar and knows it’s going to be back news. Without thinking, Spencer rumages into his pocket, looking for his spare key to Y/N’s apartment. He unlocks the door and is greeted by Y/N’s cat, August, meowing at the door.

“Where’s our girl?” Spencer says, picking up the cat as he slips off his shoes, “hey, Y/N. It’s Spencer. I heard the music and I just thought I’d check in. I thought you were going out on your date?” he asks, finding Y/N curled up on the couch, with piles of tissues littered around her.

“Please, Spence. I’m a mess. I don’t want anyone to see me like this, especially you,” Y/N tells him, mopping her eyes up and petting her lap for August to jump up.

“Hey, hey, honey. You don’t have to worry about being a mess in front of me, I already think you’re amazing,” Spencer says, softly. He tries to gracefully avoid the spoiled tissues, he might be in love with Y/N, but he’s not in love with her used tissues.

“He-he stood me up,” Y/N stutters as a new wave of tears floods her face. Spencer leans over, shutting Alexa off. The sorrow, regretful tunes of Dear John turn off, leaving Spencer with the thought that it probably was an appropriate song to choose.

“I don’t even know why I try any more, Spence” she says, leaning into his body as he puts a comforting and protective arm around her upper half, “it’s useless. I’m doomed to be alone,”

“That’s not true, Y/N,” Spencer says, mumbling into her hair, “not at all. You’re amazing. You’re kind and so smart. You’re beautiful and you have great taste in music. Anybody would be lucky to date you,” he finishes, forgetting himself for a second as he kisses her hair. She smells like green apples and ivory soap.

“You’re just saying that because you’re my friend,” Y/N says. The emphasis on ‘friend’ giving Spencer a little hope at what she is subtly implying.

“What-what if I wasn’t? What if I wasn’t saying this as just a friend?” Spencer asks, daring to be bold and brave for once in his life. He couldn’t be bold and brave for Y/N, then who is he?

She must be thinking, because Y/N doesn’t say anything. Spencer’s mind instantly switches into full gear, thinking of how he’d get out of here all while sparing his feelings.

“Please don’t say those things, Spencer. Don’t say those things unless you mean it,” Y/N tells him, her voice sounding cold and far off, like she’s trying to put some distance between themselves to protect herself. Spencer’s mind ventures to take it as a good thing, when she doesn’t physically distance herself. She decides to stay with Spencer’s arms wrapped around her upper half and his hands drawing shapes on her back.

“I mean it, Y/N. I really do mean it,” Spencer says, sounding terrified, but feeling braver than ever. “I’d never lie to you about how you make me feel. Not anymore at least,” he explains, waiting for Y/N to respond.

“Can I show you something?” Y/N ask, her voicing sounding an awfully lot like Spencer’s with the mix of fear and tension and love fighting for dominance.

“Of course,” Spencer says, nodding into her hair and letting her go.

He watches and waits as she grabs her phone from the coffee table. Y/N launches her music app, but covers her phone so Spencer can’t see which playlist she’s choosing. Y/N has very curated Taylor Swift playlists kko that help her to either middle through her dark days or celebrate her happy ones.

The music starts and just within the first few notes Spencer can tell which song is playing. “Gold Rush,” he asks, of course getting it correct and making Y/N smile.

“I knew I kept you around for a reason,” Y/N says, scooting in closer to Spencer so his chin rests over her head. “I don’t think you’ve heard this playlist yet,” she says, handing him her phone.

Spencer looks at the phone, reading the playlist title Songs That Remind Me of Spencer, but ends up having to do a double take.

“This song always reminded me of you, Spence. I think it just captures how beautiful you are and how scared I am that you’ll find someone that will make you feel that way. Someone that’s more beautiful and better for you—“

Spencer can’t hear it anymore so he does something that was only a figment of his imagination: he kisses Y/N. He holds her head in his hands, brushing gently on her temples. It’s wonderful and magical, and Spencer thinks that he could kiss her for his whole life. He wants to know what makes her whimper and whine or make her flush. He wants to know everything about her because he is her 1, just as she is his.

“You made a playlist for me?” Spencer says, breaking away from Y/N’s lips to kiss her face. All over her forehead, her cheeks and eyes. He kisses her like he can’t get enough and is only encouraged by Y/N giggles for approval.

“Of course I did, Spence. You’re just everything to me and I couldn’t quite say it myself. So I left it up to the best songwriter I know,”

“I’ll make you one, today. Tomorrow, everyday,” Spencer says, kissing Y/N’s hands and wrists, “I just want to make you happy and know how loved you are. Because I love you, Y/N” Spencer says

“Spence,” Y/N says, not quite able to articulate how much she loves him, kisses his forehead, “I love you. God. I love you so much. And I may or may not have re-written Hey Stephen as Hey Spencer,”

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infinitegalahad · 3 years

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GENERATION KILL: COMFORTING THERE PARTNER

"This is just me formally submitting a request for that gk boys offering their own forms of comfort fic/ headcanon/ thoughts wtevr. Lol just as a reminder. 😀"@theboardwalkbody

Gif Credit: @ymagor

A/N: You're wish is my command, homes❣️ Here's a little change of pace! @theboardwalkbody inspired this post (and asked it!), so thanks for the Inspo friend! 🤩 I'm doing this for BoB and TP because I'm going through a slight writer's block and instead of thinking about long descriptions, I just wanna so head canons that get a little out of hand. I hope this isn't too ooc😔 Reader has *inserted mental illness* btw, it's up for interpretation! ALSO GN! READER! Enjoy!

Taglist: @theboardwalkbody @contrabandhothead

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NATE FICK-

Nate's a calculated person. He can see the patterns in people, things, etc. Like how his father's eyebrows wrinkle when he's excited, or when his mother likes to prep a meal from vegetables to the main course. So when you're happy, sad, whatever-he knows it, and you don't even have to tell him.

He'll come home and see you. He knows that you've heard him calling you're name, but you don't move. He looks all over the house and finds you inside of your tub, just sitting there with no response. The water is running, and your clothes and hair are soaked.

So in an attempt to not disrupt your peace, Nate climbs in and sits next to you. You look over and he's stares at you. Just as your about to speak, he beats you to it.

"I'll get you a towel and some clothes."

And then, he just leaves. You hear the door quietly shut, and you blink for a few seconds. What the hell just happened? It snapped you out of your depressive trance. Now instead of feeling sad-you just were confused.

So you hear the door lightly open again and then close. After a few more minutes of soaking, you get out and see a towel and a set of clothes that are most certainly not yours. It's Nate's Dartmouth Lacrosse sweater and a pair of underwear-he knows you too well.

So you exit the bathroom and you see Nate, putting two cups down of you're favorite tea

And he's got that face. You know the face were he's like ☹️

"Hey, c'mere."

The two of you climb into bed with eachtoher. He throws one of those ugg blankets over you. You rest his head in his chest and he pats your head. There's a silence, until Nate says, "Do you wanna walk about it."

Normally, you'd say no and he'd read you a book you're reading or hold you as you cry, but this time, it's different.

"Yeah, I do. You won't judge, right?"

Nate tilts you chin up, and he's got a tired smile on his face.

"Why would I?"

BRAD COLBERT-

Brad may appear horrible with emotions and reading the room...in which he isn’t

Okay, scratch that. He tries to understand them, it’s just hard for him to give advice and use words to comfort you. He feels like he’s walking on glass, But sometimes, you just need him psychically more then anything.

When you storm out of a room when Chaffin makes a comment on your weight, Brad takes a few minutes to think what he should do.

Normally, he’d just leave you be, but he’s gotta do something. Getting up, he follows you down the hallway. You’re not far, and he’s calling you’re name.

You stop in the hallway, wiping the tears coming down toye face. Brad turns you around with his hands on your shoulder. He’s got a blank face on as he looks at you, seeing your red face and the tears.

While you sob and stutter, he fixes the collar of your shirt, tucks your hair behind your ear, which is normal. He likes to neaten you up to make you feel better.

But he starts to use his thumb, wiping the tears coming down your face. You shocked as he cups your face, making you look into those icy cold eyes. He looks like the Iceman, cold and emotionless, but what he says very Brad.

“You’re beautiful.”

Then he pulls you into a tight grasp. He’s a whole foot taller then you, and you like the way he snakes his hands around his waist and slightly lifts off you your feet. His sheer presence is intimating, but for you; comforting.

RAY PERSON-

THIS MAN. although a hick with a big mouth, he does know when to shut up and can read you’re emotions like the back of his hand.

He can just see the sadness swelling in your eyes and the way you pick at the foot at your plate and avoid all of needs for cuddles in bed. Heck, it’s making Ray sad.

So he does what he does best-not shutting up, well-about things he likes about you.

“Man! Look at my hot girlfriend/wife! There reading books by the liberal media, total smartie here! Oh! And they have a degree from-“

Ray will also beg for to your attention and follows you around like a puppy. Like you’ll be sitting on the couch and he’ll come rest his head on your lap. You ignore him, but he starts to twist and quote random movies so you finally give in.

Is Ray annoying? Yes. But did he make you smile? Also yes.

Also Ray is a cook, and knows all of your favorite meals. Of course, he sets the table, lights a few Mantown candles (yes there real google them), and comes to serve your meal with two plates.

“The most beautiful man/woman I have ever seen, the love of my life, the apple of my eye, the Avril to my Bizzy D-you’re hot pockets.”

It makes you laugh, which makes Ray happy. He feeds off of that attention. You sit in Ray’s lap, eating hot pockets, and watching The Best Damn Tour. You lean on Ray’s shoulder, and he leans right back.

POKE ESPERA-

Alexa play Whatta Man’ by Salt-N-Peppa BECAUSE! WHAT! A! MAN!

Poke is one tough mofo. He embodies the meme of “Good morning to my beautiful wife/husband and child everybody else get fucked”.

But like every baddie; baddie’s gotta have soft spots for there bitches. He has two; you and his daughter. And oh god he’s love the two of more then anything in the world.

Poke knows you and his daughter well enough. His daughter first notices that your not as enthusiastic and bubbly, and then she tells Poke. But Poke already knows because he’s observant and very in touch with his emotions.

So when he’s a work; he thinks and does a lot of self reflection. He wonders why you’re upset. Did he cause it? What can he do to make it better? He asks all the guys for advice, and even his own daughter.

An idea strikes! Poke’s got a lot of anger, so his therapist told him to express his emotions by journalling. But Poke learns that it helps him get everything out of system, so he’s a secret writer. Heck, he even likes poetry; and would kill anyone if they’d find out.

While off at work, small letters start to appear across you’re house. Some are long, some are short, but there sweet and make you’re day.

“I held the stars in my arms wen I held you”

“I can’t wait to kiss you.”

“Your eyes stole all of my words away”

And the covers of the notes are done by Poke’s daughter, covered in glitter and Lisa Frank stickers.

You confront Poke about this “mysterious pen pal” and Poke is like “I mean, your lips do sound tempting”

You know it’s Poke, and he knows it, but there’s something about the mystery that is very romantic.

WALT HASSER-

Here comes our favourie country pumpkin

Now let me say. This man LOVES you more then anything the world

Doesn’t wanna show you off (but he does)

So when you’re the slightest bit sad, Walt is even sadder then you are

Walt is someone that lives to receive attention, and also he’s someone that likes to give it. Especially to the love of his life!

Walt gives you things you actually need, and nothing that is materialistic. Growing up, his parents had a healthy relationship, and the apple clearly doesn’t fall far from the tree.

Waits on you hand and foot. A back massage? Done. A fuzzy blanket? Right on it! A specific burger from a joint that is thirty minutes away at three in the morning? Walt’s driving like a manic just for you. You have the man’s undivided attention.

“Walt?”

He stops whatever he’s doing and runs over, getting on his knees, “Yeah, what’s up baby?”

“Can you sing the song? Y’know, our song?”

Walt nods his head, now an eager puppy, and gets his gutair to play the song he wrote especially for you. And this is making me realize how painfully single I am oh my

RUDY REYES-

Rudy has an iv of respect woman/men juice. He always understands the assignment-and desires extra credit.

So whenever you’re down in the dumps, Rudy will drop everything and drag you into the car to go walk on his favorite trail. It’s ten miles long, but Rudy is a fitness freak.

First, you hate doing it. But the more you talk these long walks, the more you begin to enjoy it.

Sometimes there silence. Rudy won’t speak force you to talk. Talking is stressful, and Rudy will wait until you’re ready. The two of you holds hands, and Rudy has such a calming presence. It’s really hard to get angry at him.

You finally speak and tell Rudy you’re problems, and he listens and doesn’t interrupt. He’s got a hand on you’re lower back, or on your thigh. He’s basically you’re emotional support teddy bear and will always be a lending ear, or a total cuddle monster.

Rudy has the best advice as well. It’s always some yoga shit, but damn, those breathing exercises do actually help.

EVAN “Q-TIP” STAFFORD-

Oh Q-Tip. My feral goblin son😭

I love him, but sometimes-things can fly over his head.

But when you start to ignore him and hide away from him, he begins to notice. And he HATES IT.

Like Christianson will ask him if he’s okay and he’ll literally quote a 2pac song and be like,

“I would drop all my girls for you, Walk barefoot 'round the world for you, Fly around like the birds for you, Thats why I wrote these words for you..”

Lilley is like “Brah we gotta help a homie out”

So the three stooges create Lovegate. The mission? to make Q-Tip’s partner happier.

Q-Tip is very artistically inclined. So with Christenson’s editing skills and Lilley’s camera, Q-Tip writes you a song and does a whole music video.

The man rents out a movie theatre venue just to show you. Of course, you’re blown away. It’s horrible and you can taste the autotone, BUT IT’S THE EFFORT THAT COUNTS. and q-tip has that smile on. you know what i’m talking about!

Doc Bryan walks in on the two of you making out and is pissed since all he wanted to do was see the re-screening of Bridemaids but NO, Q-Tip just had to rent out a theatre to show his partner a music video about them and then make out.

He see’s Lilley, who’s recording and asks to interview what Doc’s opinion on the music video, and this is what he’s says.

“I think my ears bled, but thank fuck those two aren’t acting like emo’s.”

DOC BRYAN-

The gif has a purpose. Trust me. SPEAKING OF THE MAN OF THE HOUR

Bryan, like Poke, is a very observant guy. He’s an angry motherfucker, and even a little insensitive, but ever since dating you; he’s tried to change.

He hates the world. People are shitty, and it makes him feel shitty that you’re sad because when you feel shitty, he’s in a shitter mood then he’s usually in

Knowing that his words might sound a little harsh, Byran knows how to distract you. Without words. After all, he didn’t work out for nothing.

Long hugs are you’re thing. The two of you will run into eachother, find a private place, and he’ll just wrap his arms around you. His big arms are protective, and he’s warm, and you just sink into him.

Sometimes, you’ll fall asleep. Byran sometimes will fall asleep with you, other times he’ll gently lay you down and put a blanket with a gentle forehead kiss.

When you cry in his arms, he’ll wipe the tears away. He can feel them against his arm, and he doesn’t know what to do. Crying girls/guys are not his speciality.

But when you squeeze his arm back, to let you know what your there and that you love him, Byran will freeze. He has no idea what to next with words. He’ll put his hand over yours, and turns out; it works well.

After this is all over, he’ll check up on you and ask you simply if you’re okay. You respond with a smile. Byran isn’t one for smiles, but for you, he shows a subtle smile back. Just to let you know.

#carrie writes #carrie’s headcanons #generation kill #nate fick #brad colbert #ray person #poke espera #walt hassar #rudy reyes #evan stafford #doc bryan #generation kill x reader #generation kill headcanons #generation kill imagine #hbo war

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equestriagirl16 · 3 years

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Songs bnha bois and their s/o would listen to that’d get yall in the mood~

Note: these songs don’t have to be character specific, in fact these are more general song recs. I just kinda listed them in association to the drabbles. I honestly imagine different bois with the different songs all the time so the same can go for y’all😂.

Sero Hanta-🩹

Lotttttttta Chris Brown. Def stuf in the R&B/electro dance realm, Trust. My boi Hanta is flavored mkay. He wants the vibes to be at a maximum, yall bumpin but it’s still soooo intimate. Nah but this particular time yall probably break out dancing in the kitchen listening to somethin like Coño. Now imagine with me JUST LISTEN- you winnin to the “bomb bomb bomb bomb” part, he pulls you in with his tape holds your face with one hand and moves your head to the lyrics. “Right” then “Left” has you look directly into his eyes “Drip” and he makes both your bodies roll. “Coño” and he controls your hips while you both two step to the beat. That lil two step turns into grindin real quick. You good though, you’re dealing with the master of catchin it after all. Lawd PLS-the body rolls, he’s so tall too just the full waves he makes while his abs are flexing I-🥵. The type to either cover his face or hold your waist or any piece of clothing your wearing to make sure you ain’t goin NO WHERE. Just makes it his mission to have you feel absolutely everything he has to offer🤌. From his hands, his hips, to his...well ya kno. He’d adlib and hype you up so much to the point where you are just glowing with confidence and he LOVES to see it. Eventually he just holds your body close to his, take this opportunity to make a move maybe grind more kiss him whisper somethin nasty. You are being TOSSED into bed before you can even blink. Dw he brought the speaker, this party’s goin all night.

Songs recs: Indigo, No Guidance, Often by sicksick, Tempo, Coño, Imitadora(these last two are so basic I’m sorry I need to listen to more Hispanic music, I am also open for recs😅)

Katsuki Bakugou-💥

Fuckin, that ONE part in Streets is his favorite. Katsuki’s more so someone who likes the beat and vibe and don’t rly care about the words. But he likes seeing you rap the lyrics in the car with complete confidence. Just feelin yourself in the passengers seat next to him. He’s smirking hard glancing at you every now and then trying his hardest not to crash. That don’t mean you won’t act like a lil sh!t and tease tf out of him tho👀, trailing your hands down your body. Rollin and air fuckin with the snarkiest look on your face. You hear him mumble somethin before pulling up in the drive way and yanking you out the car. Next thing you know your up against a wall and you squeak lookin up at him while he smiles at you. He asks you where all your confidence went before asking your Alexa or something to play the song again.

Song recs: Streets, Birthday sex, Skin

Denki Kaminari-⚡️

Denki isn’t someone that takes a lot to get into the mood. By that I mean he’s just an enthusiastic boi😂. A good bit of nasty lyrics and he is all yours. He’s definitely someone that favors lyrics in that case, the verbal cues are what rly rile him up. Y’all are probably in your house playin games in the living room while you let your playlist go, you kinda forgot what songs you got on there. Definitely somethin like Slow Down by Chase Atlantic comes on and y’all are shmovin’. You both full on sing the chorus to each other alternating, and coming closer together. Each word coming out with more and more lust, while you climb on top of him. When the last set of words leave your mouth slowly, you stare into his eyes and his face is BEET red. But he still smiles and grabs your waist, flipping you both over. Oh how the turn tables~. He turns up the volume on the speaker and tries to reenact the song with you in the most painstakingly hottest way possible.

Song recs: Slow Down, Swim, 34+35, ...Extraterrestrial😂

Izuku Midoriya-🥦

Oh Izuku my sweet boi, my sweet sweet..not as innocent as we think boi. He’s on the more intimate and romantic side of things tho, he doesn’t rly need smexy lyrics to get in the mood but they are an added bonus. He just needs his beauty and the beat (yes I made that reference). Your probably in the kitchen by yourself cleaning and singing to some Ella Mai. Boi gets star struck by you constantly so he’s adopted the habit of just staring at you when you’re in your element. It’s not the greatest habit tho since more often than not he’s so quiet that it scares the sh!t outta you when you finally notice him, and he just apologizes like crazy. He wants to make up for it by dancin with you, he got GUD over the years and he’s pretty decent with his hip and rhythm game. It’s just the right amount of sweetness that it melds into intimacy that has you both melting. Extra points of you keep singing to him. And when you look into each other’s eyes, I ain’t never seen two love sick puppies in the same room like that. The aura is intoxicating, whatever’s happens after that just feels so natural and euphoric it’s bliss🥰.

Song recs: Trip, Boo’d up, Sin city(his lightskin ass would😂)

Kirishima Eijirou-🪨

Kiripima is nooooot picky, no way no how. Sexy lyrics, cool. Bumpin beat, great. You feelin yourself, OOOOOH-Thats my sh!t right there!! I wanna say y’all are coolin down after a work out in your bedroom. You kno how after you after some good physical exertion the adrenaline is just at a high and having something to provide good vibes just adds onto it and makes you feel like your floating. That’s basically what’s happening at this point in time when somethin like 2 on starts to play on the speakers. Your laying flat on the bed while he’s sitting in a chair on his phone, you start singing and moving your body in place. He looks up at you with a toothy grin and decides to start recording you. He hypes you up while standing to walk over to you without you noticing. Before you know it your putting on a full performance from the bed. When the songs done you feel a dip in the side of the bed, you see him towering over you smiling with the phone covering his face. He tells you that was some show you put on but now...it’s his turn. When the next song comes on he decides to give you a more one on one concert.

Song recs: 2 on, The Take, Wap w/gunboikaz addition, Lights Down Low slowed version

@vilbabywrites cause it’s been a minute✌️

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genesisrose74 · 3 years

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Christmas with the Karasuno Boys (HC’s)!!

Part 1: Daichi, Suga, Asahi, Nishinoya, Tanaka, & Ennoshita

Part 2 (Kageyama, Hinata, Tsukishima, Yamaguchi, Kinoshita, & Narita) here!!

A/n: Tumblr said my word count was too much so I’m splitting this bad boi up into two parts :p Enjoy!!

*****

Daichi

A huge romantic during Christmas, 10/10 quality cliche times spent together

You wanna go ice skating? Hell yeah sweetheart, he will make it the most beautifully romantic thing you’ve ever seen

Like straight out of a holiday postcard type beat

Istg the rink he takes you to looks like a more heartwarming version of Rockefeller Center

He’s a big keeper of tradition when it comes to making plans, but doesn’t mind a bit of nonsense fun when everything falls into place

Which is why you love to bring the team along on adventures because they make everything all the more entertaining

At first he’s confused like ??? You don’t have to do that just if they’ve been pestering you about it

But then he realizes you care as much about them as he does (hint: a hell of a lot) and they’re thus invited along for some stuff

Of course y’all also get some quality time together on dates with just you both

Anyways you and Daichi have talked a lot about traveling and how he was really interested in seeing new places

So as his gift you got him a carved map with a roll of red string and thumbtacks, so that he could plan out all the places he wanted to visit

You know how when Kiyoko found the “Fly” banner for Karasuno and all the boys cried?

Yeah

Like that but with lots more hugging and laughing

“You know you’re gonna have to help with mapping this out, right?”

“Is that an invitation I hear?”

“Oh, that’s a promise”

FJSFJDSK ALEXA PLAY AMERICAN BOY BY ESTELLE—

Please I love him; he is so damn sly and sassy I will die with this headcanon

Sugawara

I swear on everything that Christmas with him is equivalent to a Hallmark movie

It smells like joy and warmth wherever he is, and this season only amplifies it

He is such a cheeseball without even having to try

But it’s in the really endearing and heart-melting way,,, just MMM PERFECT

He’ll take you on a walk through those neighborhoods with those crazy light decorations in the front yard and buy you hot chocolate

If he sees a group of little kids gaping at all the lights, he’ll leave them starry-eyed with stories of magic, reindeer, Santa and so-forth

“You know, I’ve heard that Rudolph’s nose is supposed to be brighter than the world’s most powerful Christmas light”

Good heavens, children absolutely adore this man

Anyways he’ll make it a little game as y’all walk around this beautifully lit neighborhood, both of you with a different assortment of bingo squares printed on paper

First one to bingo chooses a movie to watch after getting back to Suga’s house

Will wrap a big fluffy blanket around you both and pull you into his chest while watching the movie

For his gift, you got a star named after him

It’s because y’all alway go stargazing for dates every month, just to sit out, talk and cuddle

Suga gave you the SOFTEST look after opening your gift and this cute little card you made 🥺

“Lets go try to find my new favorite star”

PLEASE HE IS SO SWEET

“Right now? Koushi it’s 11:30 pm”

“Just for ten minutes, and then I’ll get you home”

So y’all spend the rest of Christmas Eve on his roof, sipping warm tea and attempting to locate Star Suga

Asahi

Cuddle bear alert ‼️‼️

It’s basically hibernation time for him, because he’s not the biggest fan of cold

That’s alright with you though 😌 more coziness for you

Lots of quality moments indoors means more creative dates

A whole day devoted to chill present wrapping? Hell fuckin’ yeah

Nice music, pretty wrapping paper, shiny bows, maybe a little Christmas rom-com playing in the back — the whole shebang

You find out pretty quickly that despite how it sounds, it’s actually quite a satisfying and enjoyable pastime

Practically had to drag him out of your living room to secretly wrap his own gift

As much as he’s the king of timidity and soft™, he can be very playfully stubborn when he’s comfortable, hence why he was such an ass to get out of the room

I have no doubt that Asahi would melt for the most adorable, cheesy shit

So you not only bought him some really reliable headbands for volleyball use, but you also made a little coupon booklet

He can basically cash in paper promises for certain things, like getting to choose the next date idea, picking a movie to watch without any objection, having you make his favorite food, etc.

There’s one that he can exchange for a full out spa day trip, because good heavens he’s a sucker for those

Massage and exfoliation and everything — it makes him feel ✨refreshed✨

He was ecstatic fam, I don’t even know what to say

Like a puppy who just got a bunch of toys and a new backyard to play

Mans cashes in one almost immediately, and at first you’re confused

Like it’s Christmas time bubs, what are we gonna be able to do when most places are closed and it’s the holidays?

Then you read the paper

“Free hug (can be used and renewed <3)”

GIVE HIM HIS DAMN HUGS RIGHT NOW

He uses that one a lot throughout the upcoming days, to the point where he just keeps the paper on him for fun

“You realize you can just ask me silly, you don’t need to keep carrying the coupon around”

“Yeah, but it’s entertaining”

Cute little cheeky bastard

Nishinoya

LOVES LOVES LOVES CHRISTMAS

You know the 12 Days of Christmas? The song??

He gets you a small present EVERY DAY for all 12 days

Not to mention he has a big present that he saves for the actual holiday

Y’all are the type of couple to get ice cream in the middle of winter

Nishi loves his cold snacks any time of year, and you’ve thus picked up a similar taste

He will consistently pester you about what kind of present you got him

Gets pouty when you don’t tell him, but in the back of his mind he’s glad because it would ruin the surprise

Anything you get him instantly becomes his most prized gift tho

It could be a literal rock with googly eyes and he’d put it in a protective glass case for preservation

But of course you get him something better than that because he only deserves the best

He’s got this specific assortment of products to maintain his spiky hair and to make sure it’s healthy, but they’re pretty expensive to buy when he runs out

When he tore open your present’s decorative wrapping to discover a huge basket of basically every hair product he ever needed, he got wide-eyed

There was also a booklet of little notes you’d kept throughout the month that listed all the little things you noticed and adored about your precious boyfriend

He nearly CRIED reading them

“Baby, you didn’t have to do all that for me”

“You act like you don’t deserve all of it and more, Nishi”

Refuses to leave your side after that

Holding your hand, hugging you as tight as he can, etc.

He is head over heels idc idc

Tanaka

Another man who is obsessed with the holiday season and everything that comes with it

He is the biggest sap for this shit istg

Will spend hours trying to get you the best present of all time

And he succeeds exceptionally

Mistletoe? He’s got an ABUNDANCE on hand at any time, just to make sure he can get fair share of his kissies 🥰

His signature beanie appears in full force during winter

Sometimes you’ll pull it over his eyes before giving him a peck on the cheek and dashing off in the school halls

“I’ll see you after school, babe!”

Speech = jumbled + incomprehensible

“Uh hUh, you do that~”

He’s: adorable

I just know that he melts for really sweet and thought-out gifts

Like anything you give him he’ll adore, don’t get me wrong, but the ones done with special care and love are just his kryptonite

He brought you into a massive bear hug and spun you around when he opened a photo book of old pictures taken together, complete with lots of cute messages and anecdotes written alongside them

You and Saeko may have also gone in on another present for him without his knowledge

And on Christmas Eve, you dragged a curious Tanaka into his front yard to the sight of a shiny motorbike

It was Saeko’s old one that she’d held onto for a while, and an old schoolmate offered to fix it up nice in time for the holiday at a discount, so y’all decided to divvy up the lowered price and got it done for Ryu

Sweet boy was taken aback, with his hands clapped over his mouth and everything

Saeko patted him on the back as he stood there in shock, giving her baby brother a sweet smile

“All yours, little bro!”

Ya, Saeko fucking loves you 😌 and so does Tanaka

Overall very lovely, would cry to be loved by the Tanaka siblings

Ennoshita

After spending past Decembers with his fellow second year classmates (namely, the very enthusiastic Noya and Tanaka), he’s grown to know quite a bit about the different holiday events that go on around town

Still, Ennoshita is a pretty simplistic guy and is content with simply spending time with you

So when you recommended going to pick a Christmas tree out for your place together, he’s totally down

As long as he gets to help decorate too ☺️

Y’all end up picking a beauty of a tree ngl

It’s SO TALL

And a super stronk friend — fit for the most heavy duty of ornaments

It takes some damn work to get that bad boi inside and upright after driving back to your house

But like hell did that stop you

Now that it was all set up, sturdy, and given plenty of water, decorations were brought into the equation that same night

No rest until it’s all set up and looking mighty beautiful

Okay maybe some coffee breaks in between, but other than that the grind don’t stop ✋😤

Ennoshita is an expert at making Christmas trees look absolutely immaculate

Idk if it’s because he’s had to deal with cleaning up disorder for a while now?

Looking at you, ya second year loons

He just has the touch, fam

He’ll of course let you have input on which light colors, what type of ornaments, and so on

But honestly it’s really fun seeing him fully concentrated on making your tree the best it can be

He lets you on his shoulders to put on the tree topper 🥺

For his gift, Ennoshita really loves books, so you decided to get him 12 different (hardcover!!) stories — one for each month in a year

Along with a small sticky-note blurb on the covers of each to explain why you chose it, and to give similar title recommendations if he ends up enjoying

He was so surprised with how thoughtful and extensive it was

Loved it so much that he immediately started to read the first one, with you sat in his lap

“Chikara, you realize you’re meant to start this one in January?”

“Shh, I’m getting a head start”

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dreamlover31 · 3 years

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Love Will Find a Way: Chapter 16

In the days that followed, Rafael and Alexa spent most of their time laid across the living room couch, their bodies pressed closely together while their fingers playfully touch, on other occasions, they enjoyed romantic walks on the beach whether the sunlight was shining or the moonlight shone; there came a time during one of their walks where Rafael picked her up over his shoulder and spun her as Alexa squealed with joy.

Their time together was of the utmost bliss, even if it was for a short while, they could forget about the danger that still lingered; svu had yet to find out who was threatening Rafael. On the last day of their getaway, they spent the better part of the day in bed; Alexa quietly laid on her side as he came up behind her with an arm snaked around her waist. His free hand slid the strap of her black top, he then began to pepper the back of her shoulder with small gentle kisses, which caused her to stir.

Alexa moaned softly all the while his fingers played with the hem of her top, his hand slid across her stomach to which it lightly bucked underneath his touch. Her eyelids started to flutter open, she turned her head towards him and gave him a small smirk, as their eyes met; she kissed him sweetly and brought her hand up to his cheek where she caressed it lovingly.

“Good morning mi amor”

“Morning”

“I can’t believe it’s our last day here…wish we could stay here a little longer”

“Yeah, me too”

“So…what should we do today…drive around town, stay here and watch a movie, what do you feel like doing?”

“How about we just stay in bed and then tonight I’ll cook us a meal fit for royalty”

“Hmmm, I like the sound of that”

Alexa shifted her body so that it faced him, her small hands pressed up against his chest then pushed him over on his back; her bright smile lit up her face as her legs sat on opposite sides of his thighs, at the same time, a small giggle left her lips. She pulled her top over her head and threw it to the side, Rafael hummed as he gazed upon her bare chest, he followed her lead and took his grey V-neck shirt off then once again they locked lips in a gentle and tender motion.

Alexa trailed her lips from his cheek to his neck and finally made it to his chest, all the while, Rafael moaned and whimpered in satisfaction; his hands traced a line along her back while simultaneously, Alexa hooked her fingers into the waistband of his black sweats.

Slowly, she pulled them down and from under the sheets tossed them aside, she was about to remove his boxers when he beat her to the punch by slipping out of them. After she discarded her matching shorts, she reached between their bodies and held his throbbing manhood in her hand, with a few tugs he was primed and ready; he tilted his head back on to the pillow while he groaned.

Alexa positioned herself to where she aligned with his hardened member, the two of them gasped as she eased himself inside of her, his hands gripped her hips as she began to ride him while using the headboard as leverage. In a slow circular motion, she thrusted into him causing him to shudder and groan with pleasure, a symphony of moans, pants and grunts filled the room; both of their orgasms building up to an intensity in which neither of them knew when the other would come first.

A few more thrusts and Rafael’s hips bucked up against hers and his desire spilled over inside her inner walls, he roared until he cried as his release overcame him then Alexa came just as hard; with the last bit of energy drained from her, Alexa collapsed on top of Rafael. Both of their chests heaved as they were in each other’s arms, a few seconds passed and in those moments, Alexa and Rafael fell soundly asleep.

Later that evening, Alexa was in the kitchen preparing their last meal, a crock pot filled with linguini boiled on the stove along with a smaller side pot that contained oregano sauce, also, in a medium sized frying pan; two large cut pieces of fish cooked. As she gathered the wine glasses and utensils, she looked at the corner of her eye out the window to find Rafael setting the wooden park bench style table, he placed plates and folded up napkins as he waited for Alexa to give him the ETA on dinner.

She stepped bare footed out the rear door with the glasses and utensils in hand, she wore the ivory white sundress she bought from the little boutique in town with her hair tied up in a ponytail.

He gazed upon the petite young woman and smiled at her, his mind full of wonder and amazement at how beautiful she appeared before him, he was in total disbelief that he had found a woman who could put up with his stubbornness but also love him unconditionally. His eyes continued to stare at her and in that instant, a shade of crimson red swept across her face, after a few minutes, Alexa finally spoke up.

“Why are you looking at me like that”

“I’m sorry…it’s just that…you look amazing”

Alexa lowered her head abashedly and replied, “Thank you, the linguini is almost ready and so is the sauce…the fish needs a few more minutes”

“Ok”

Rafael took the wine glasses and utensils from her and planted them next to the plates then she went back through the rear door to the kitchen to check on the food, another five minutes passed before Alexa turned off the stove and used the oven mitts that were set on the counter to lift the pot and brought it back to the table.

As she trekked back and forth through the door, Rafael used the tongs to spread out the linguini then as soon as the small pot of sauce was set on the table, he used a spoon to spread the red liquid on to the stringy pasta on each plate. Finally, Alexa put the final dish on the table, she cut out portions of meat and put them on their plates, once everything was in order; they were seated. Suddenly, Alexa’s face contorted in a way that made her appear that something was missing, just then, a lightbulb went off in her head.

“Oh shoot, I forgot the wine”

“Don’t worry I’ll get it”

It took less than a second for Rafael to return with the bottle of red wine, while he poured the liquid into each individual glass, Alexa’s eyes drifted up into the night sky. The fairy lights that were stretched out along the poles on top of the patio seemed dismal compared to the vast flickers of light that scattered across the sky, when Rafael sat back down, they proceeded to dine on their meal.

During this time, a cool breeze flew across the area while the sound of waves crashing provided a soundtrack to go with the romantic meal, with nothing but crumbs left; Alexa and Rafael cleared the table. In the course of Alexa washing the dishes, Rafael came upon the counter with his Ipod and mini speaker, as she continued with her task unaware of his presence; he scrolled through the list of songs on his playlist until he found one to mark this special occasion.

At that moment, Alexa paused as she heard music coming from behind her, a small smile appeared on her face as she turned around to see Rafael standing across the counter with the Ipod and speaker beside him, he walked around towards her where he placed his hands on her hips and began to sway her body. Alexa wrapped her arms around his neck while they swayed to the song Heaven, their eyes didn’t leave one another’s, even when Rafael pressed his forehead against hers. Meanwhile, the song made its way to the most notable chorus, and it was at that point that Rafael began to sing along.

“Baby you’re all that I want, when you’re lying here in my arms, I’m finding it hard to believe we’re in heaven”

“You are such a dork,” Alexa laughed.

He showed a smirk then their lips pressed firmly against each other, when the song reached its end, they stood in their embrace for a better part of 10 minutes. Afterwards, they unwound their arms then Rafael looked over to the clock that hung above the wall and saw that it was almost 10:00.

“Come on, we should get to bed, we’ve got a long drive ahead of us tomorrow”

“Alright”

Alexa looked at herself in the mirror in the bathroom, as she stared at her reflection, she could not shake the overwhelming sense of dread at the thought of going back to the city. She felt that being here was a safe haven for all their troubles, at least here no one knew where Rafael was, a sullen expression reared its ugly head on her face. I don’t want to go back, it’s so much better out here…I don’t have to worry about someone walking up to Rafi and shooting him in the chest or shooting up the courthouse…but I can’t ask him to just drop everything and move out here. During that time, lost in her own head, Rafael was lying in bed dressed in his navy-blue sweats and a black t-shirt; he expressed puzzlement when he noticed that it was taking longer than normal for Alexa to be in the bathroom.

“Carino, is everything alright”

“Yeah, I’m coming out now”

After she turned off the light, she made it to the edge of the bed where she climbed up and straddled Rafael, his hands were on her hips while she stroked his cheek. Her lips grazed the top of his head then landed on top of his lips in a slow and sensuous manner, he groaned in appreciation as his hand glided along her back. Alexa stopped for a moment and let out a sigh of disappointment, Rafael looked at her with concern and said:

“What’s the matter?”

“Nothing…it’s just that…do we really have to go back?”

“Unfortunately we do…why?”

“We had such a good time here and I just don’t want to leave”

Rafael cupped the side of her face, she leaned into his touch as small whimpers escaped her lips.

“Mija what is it…why are you getting upset?”

“I’m scared Rafi”

“Scared of what?”

Alexa gently lowered herself on top of him and slinked her arms around his waist, streams of tears rolled from her face then onto his shirt, he held her close and covered the top of her head with sweet kisses.

“I love you Rafi…I don’t want to lose you…you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me”

“I love you too…I’m right here and I’m not going anywhere, that’s a promise”

“How can you promise me that when there’s someone out there gunning for you?”

“Listen to me, I have a top-notch security detail at my side 24/7 plus I’ve got Liv and the squad backing me up as well…believe me when I tell you that nothing is going to happen to me”

She lifted herself up for a moment to wipe her tears, she sniffled a bit before she laid on top of him again, her grip tightened when she re-wrapped her arms around him.

He soothingly rubbed her back and kissed her forehead again.

“Close your eyes, get some sleep”

She sighed as her eyelids became heavy, Rafael reached over and switched off the lamp on the nightstand, after a few seconds Rafael’s eyes followed her lead and drifted off to sleep. By dawn the next morning, they tidied up the house before packing up the car with their luggage, during the drive back; Rafael and Alexa held hands. Even though they face a world of uncertainty, as long as they had each other, they could overcome any obstacle life through at them; especially those who threaten to take away her happiness.

Tagging: @madpanda75 @laceybellerain @southern-magnolia @tropes-and-tales @madamsnape921 @teamsladsandgents @karens-imagined-world @beccabarba @glimmerglittergirl @thatesqcrush @youreverycolor

#rafael barba #raul esparza #love will find a way

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snorlaxlovesme · 5 years

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SoMa Week 2019

Day 6: Hands

You know that hectic panic you get in when your mom is gonna be home in 20 minutes and you just remembered she had left a list of chores for you to do before she got back? This fic is like that. Except it's Soul with his arm stuck in the dishwasher.

This is a very serious SoMa Week fic.

“Alexa, record my last will and testament.”

“I’m sorry. I don’t know that one.”

Soul looks at the clock. Maka should be home any minute now, he thinks hopelessly, mostly because he had that exact thought 3 hours ago and he was wrong then, so who really knows when she’s going to be back? His neck is absolutely burning from being in this position, and his left arm has taken on a new feeling that’s hovering somewhere between the realm of “stabbing pain” and “complete paralysis.” He’s been sitting on the floor of their kitchen for so long that he’s starting to find shapes in the weird stains on their tile like some kind of fucked up Rorschach test. The one shaped like his mother’s disappointment in him might be blood from Maka’s cut from their last mission. He’s also discovered they have ants.

This all started out with good intentions. Kind of. Okay, no, it started off with Maka leaving him 300 passive aggressive sticky notes (she was the fucking queen of those) saying that if he didn’t start cleaning up their apartment she was going to dump him in the street like the lazy weapon he was and someone else could cook and clean after him. Which is not the Top Ten Most Romantic Ways for the love of your life to tell you to do chores, if you ask Soul. So yeah, maybe he waited until the day before Maka came back from her trip to see her mom to finally start cleaning. And yeah, sure, maybe he was getting kind of aggressive about how he was putting the dishes in the dishwasher. So what?

He’d never admit to Maka that he doesn’t know anything about their new dishwasher, but now he really doesn’t have a choice. When he was maniacally stacking dirty dishes before Maka’s plane landed, he managed to drop one of Maka’s metal chopsticks in between the racks and into the bottom of the dishwasher. He had considered just leaving it down there and hoping for the best, but with the literal signs all over his kitchen calling him LAZY WEAPON, he decided to do the right thing and retrieve it instead of leaving it down there to potentially destroy their new appliance.

Big mistake.

His arm is stuck and it fucking hurts.

He didn’t know the space in between the bottom rack and the water-propeller-thingy was so small, okay? His hand went in just fine! But once he got in up to his shoulder he knew he was fucked. He had the chopstick in hand, but his arm was bent in a position that left no room for wiggling out. And force did not seem like the best option when they just sunk $600 into this stupid fucking appliance. If Soul broke it, he’d never hear the end of it, for sure.

So Soul’s only option? Waiting for Maka to come save him. Pathetic.

He didn’t even have his phone on him when he trapped himself, so he’s been sitting on the kitchen floor for the past three hours (has it been hours? Days? Time has no meaning anymore) wondering if this is how he’s going to die. It’s hard to think of a more undignified way to go at the moment, but he’s sure it could be worse, right? At least his hand isn’t in the toilet.

A tickling on his ankle has him flinching aggressively. An ant has attempted to crawl up his pantleg. Soul pinches it between his fingers on his right hand and flicks it across the kitchen, only to belatedly realize it would have been better to just kill it. Now it has time to come back and tell all its ant friends that the kitchen is open for business and essentially unguarded. What can one boy do when 20% of his body is wedged inside of an over-priced dishwasher?

He tries again to morph his arm into a weapon, like maybe trying it now might be more successful than the 8 other times he’s attempted this solution. But Soul’s arm is bent at an angle that would absolutely destroy the dishwasher if he morphed it into a blade. Maka’s favorite “I closed my book to be here” mug is directly above his hand on the top rack and would for sure be shattered if he transformed. That would even worse than destroying the dishwasher, probably. His arm returns to miserable skin and bone.

“Alexa, play ‘The Funeral’ by Band of Horses’.”

“Here’s a sample of ‘The Funeral’ by Band of Horses. To play the full version, please purchase Amazon Unlimited Music by—”

“Alexa, stop.”

Soul’s pretty sure he’s dying.

The floor-stain shaped like the pain in his left arm has a gathering of ants around it. Maybe it’s spilled soda? Or maybe they’re all congregating to discuss how they plan on eating Soul’s body after he inevitably perishes? He tries to save himself and tamp on them with his foot, but shifting his body just sends shooting pain up his arm. He stills and grits his teeth. He’ll just have to wait for Death to take him.

Minutes later, hours later, years later, he hears the clicking of the lock to their front door, and Maka walks in with two large duffel bags in hand and her cell phone wedged between her shoulder and ear.

“Yeah, Mama, I made it home safely, I’m just gonna—Soul?”

He looks up at her with sad, sad eyes.

Maka gingerly sets down her bags. “Mama, I’m gonna have to call you back. Okay. Yeah. Bye.”

“Help,” he whines pathetically. No traces of coolness to be found in a situation like this.

She kneels next to where he lays, slouched on the tile. “What happened here?”

“I found out why I never do chores.”

She makes a face at him. “If you did chores more often, maybe you’d hurt yourself less. Practice makes perfect, you know.” She looks at his stuck arm with a morbid kind of wonder. “Wow, you’re really stuck in there. How long have you been sitting like this?”

“You were supposed to be here hours ago” is Soul’s only response, because fuck if he knows how long it’s been.

She runs her fingers through his messy hair. “Sorry, sorry, my layover got delayed and things got all hectic. I guess this explains why you weren’t answering your phone, too. Does it hurt?”

“Fuck yes. Can you get me out? Please?”

She gives him a little kiss on the cheek. “Yeah, let’s see here.” She moves him over a tad so she can see better (“sorry, sorry!” she shrieks as he groans) and discovers that not only is he mega-stuck, but there doesn’t seem to be a sensible way to bend his arm to free him.

“Okay then, we’ll just do this,” she says, and in one Superman-like motion she’s grabbing the bottom rack of dishes and straight-up ripping it off the track so Soul can pull his arm free. He about cries in relief, then from pain when finally puts his arm into a position that lets the blood flow back into it. His shoulder is so fucking stiff.

Maka sets the mangled rack onto their kitchen floor, apparently not giving a damn when the dishes still inside it clank together in a dangerously-close-to-shattering cacophony. She sits down beside him, digs her fingers into the crook of his neck, and starts massaging.

“I can’t believe you broke the dishwasher to get me out,” Soul says, rolling his eyes back a little because her hands feel so fucking good on his sore neck and shoulder.

“Well, I wasn’t just going to leave you stuck in there,” Maka says. “Plus, it’s under warrantee, so we can just get the people from the department store to come back and fix it in a few days.”

“WHAT?” Soul roars so loud that Maka jumps a little bit. “Are you saying that I just 127 Hours-ed myself for NOTHING because I could have just BROKEN IT TO BEGIN WITH??”

“Hey, don’t yell at me, Soul, just because you don’t listen when the people who install our appliances tell us about what we’re paying for!”

“I was stuck there for hours because I thought you’d be mad if I broke it!”

“When on earth did I imply during our five-year partnership that I liked a dishwasher more than I liked you in one piece?”

When she puts it like that, he does sound a little stupid. Or maybe she sounds a little sweet. Or maybe being trapped inside a dishwasher for half a day is just distorting his view of reality. He needs to get up off the floor, like now.

He stands up, popping his spine in like nine different places and offers her his hand to help her up too. When he reaches down, the metal chopstick that has been trapped in his raccoon-like grip finally slips between his fingers.

It falls on the floor and bounces before rolling away, and Maka scoots to go retrieve it.

“Is this what you were trying to grab when you got stuck?” she asks. “These don’t even go in the dishwasher, Soul. You handwash them.”

Soul swears his vision whites out for a moment. He can’t even dignify that statement with a response because he’ll probably live to regret whatever comes out of his mouth next. Besides, all’s well that ends well, right? He got the chopstick, he didn’t technically break the dishwasher, and his meister is home and happy. So it was all worth it in the end, right?

Maka finally slaps her hand on the runaway chopstick, shouting a dorky little “a-ha!” Her hand lands near a floor-spot that looks like a wonky heart.

Soul sighs. He’d probably do it again, for her, if it came down to it. He squats down beside her and plants a kiss on her unsuspecting cheek.

“Missed you while you were gone,” he tells her, because it’s worth saying.

She smiles warmly at him and leans in to give him a proper kiss. She doesn’t make it all the way there, because suddenly she’s jumping a foot in the air with a yelp, coming close to headbutting him in the nose. Maka looks down at where her hand rests on the floor, where a small black insect is skittering across her knuckle. Soul watches in horror as her eyes zero in on 10 of its closest friends a few feet away on the floor.

There’s the briefest moment of silence as she ponders what she’s looking at. The calm before the storm. Then:

“Are those ANTS?”

She whips around to face him, but Soul’s already gone. He can still hear her shouting from down the hall. “Soul, I told you to MOP while I was gone!!”

His shoulder twinges painfully as he slams the door shut to his room. He thinks he’ll just live with the sticky notes for this one.

#soma week 2019 #soma week #soma #soul x maka #soul eater evans #maka albarn #soul eater #se fic #*throws garbage into the wind* i havent posted writing in ages so LETS START WITH THIS #my writing

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kawaiikichi · 5 years

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Three Words (Saiouma)

Saiouma “I set up the blanket fort. The password to get in is three words” from the Valentine’s Day Starters list for Anon! I had loads of fun writing this 😊

I hope you like it and let me know if you would like anything changed/edited! :D

Based off of the request below:

Title: Three Words

Prompt: “I set up the blanket fort. The password to get in is three words.”

Summary: Due to the heavy snowfall, Shuichi decides to cancel his restaurant reservation and spend Valentine’s Day with Kokichi at home. Kokichi decides on building a blanket fort for them to be in while they watch some movies and even sets up a password to get in. However, Shuichi has some trouble figuring out what said password is...

Warning(s): Implied past self-harm (it’s very much implied based on their conversation and the fading scars Shuichi takes note of, but you can interpret it however you wish; this lasts for, like, half a second, but it never gets brought up again; mentioning it just to be safe!)

One-shot is under the cut!

“Yes, I would like to cancel my reservation for seven.”

Feet padded against the hardwood floor.

“Yeah...we’re kinda snowed in at our home and the weather doesn’t look like it’s going to clear up anytime soon.”

Shuichi rose his eyes from the kitchen counter, watching as Kokichi made his way into the living room with a bundle of blankets in his arms.

“Thank you. You have a good evening, as well.”

He set his phone as he watched Kokichi drop the blankets down onto the couch.

“And what exactly are those for?” he asked.

“That’s a secret~!” Kokichi chirped in response.

Shuichi sighed.

“I had a feeling you’d say something like that...” he trailed off.

“Soooooo,” Kokichi leaned against the couch, the fuzzy lilac sweater he wore slipping off his shoulder, “did you call the place already to cancel the dinner reservation?” he asked.

“Yeah, I just got off the phone with them.” Shuichi replied.

“Heh...” Kokichi twirled some hair around his finger. “So? What are we having for dinner instead?” he asked.

“Well, while you were in the shower, I went to the grocery mart on the tenth floor and bought ingredients for chicken alfredo. Is that okay with you?” Shuichi asked.

“Yeah, that’s fine. Also, I stuck a bottle of white wine in the fridge to get cold. You can take it out if you want.” Kokichi said.

“A bottle of white wine?” Shuichi turned and opened the fridge door, spotting the wine bottle laying next to some containers of food. “Ah, I see it. I’ll take it out.” he said.

Upon taking the bottle out, the label caught his eye.

“Sauvignon blanc?” he questioned.

“Yeah. I know you hate how sweet white wine is, so I picked one that isn’t too sweet.” Kokichi explained.

“Ah.” Shuichi said as rested the bottle on the counter and proceeded to take out the ingredients needed for the chicken alfredo.

He began prepping the dish as Kokichi pulled chairs from the dining and kitchen tables into the living room.

“And you? What are you going to do?” he asked.

“Oh, I’m just gonna back to what I was doing before.” Kokichi replied.

“You mean you’re not gonna help me cook?”

“No? Come on, babe, you know that everything I touch burns and withers away into nothing but ash.”

Shuichi’s eyebrows furrowed.

“Kokichi, you know you shouldn’t be talking like that, especially with what happened seven months ago.” he spoke.

There was silence for a couple of seconds before Kokichi sighed.

“Sorry. I know that these past few months have been rough, especially for you.” he apologized.

“It’s fine, it’s just...” Shuichi trailed off.

Kokichi finished positioning the chairs exactly how he wanted them and he leaned against one of them, glanced at Shuichi.

“Look, I don’t want to put a damper on tonight. It’s Valentine’s Day, we shouldn’t be talking about something so serious.” Kokichi said.

Shuichi looked at the fading burn scars on Kokichi’s arms and then into Kokichi’s eyes, which held a serious look in them.

“Yeah...” Shuichi murmured.

“Good.” Kokichi turned and dashed into the hall. “Now then, I need to gather some pillows and other junk!” he chirped.

“Alright.” Shuichi replied.

He turned on the stove and poured olive oil into a skillet as he looked over at the kitchen bar counter.

“Alexa, play my Valentine’s Day playlist.” he called out, hoping that some music would distract him from what they were just talking about.

“Playing Valentine’s Day playlist from Shuichi Saihara’s iPhone X.”

Thinking Out Loud came on as Shuichi began cooking the chicken in the skillet. Kokichi returned to the living room a couple minutes later with more blankets and some pillows. As Kokichi continued doing what he was doing, Shuichi observed him.

Kokichi had decided on wearing black tights and fuzzy lilac socks with his sweater. His hair was pulled back into a small ponytail and his bangs were pinned back by sparkly purple bobby pins.

Shuichi brought his bottom lip in between his teeth, marveling at how cute his boyfriend looked.

Aaaaaagh, why does he have to be so cute, he wondered to himself.

Shuichi’s heart skipped a beat, cheeks flushing a rosy pink as he lowered his gaze to the blankets that Kokichi had thrown over the chairs and held in place with some clips.

As Kokichi fixed one of the blankets, Shuichi realized what he was doing.

Ah, so that’s what he’s up to, he thought to himself.

Time passed and eventually, dinner was ready. After pouring some of the wine into two glasses, he set them on a tray with their food and he carried the tray with him into the living room.

“Are you done doing what you were doing?” Shuichi asked.

He watched as Kokichi nodded in response before disappearing behind the blankets.

“Yup! I just set up the blanket fort. The password to get in is three words.” Kokichi explained as he poked his head out from the blankets.

“Is that so...” Shuichi trailed off.

“Yup! You can’t come in until you get it right~” Kokichi singsonged.

Shuichi chuckled.

“Well, I guess I’m gonna have to try and figure out what the password is, huh?” he said.

“Indeed, indeed! Now, hurry up and give me it so that we can start being all cute and romantic and stuff like that!” Kokichi whined.

“Alright, alright, I’m thinking.” Shuichi told him.

He set the tray down on the coffee table and tapped his chin, thinking of what the password could be.

“Hm...I love Panta?” he answered.

“Nope! That’s not it!” Kokichi chirped in response.

“Huh? That’s not it? I really thought that...” Shuichi trailed off.

“You’re gonna have to try harder than that, Shuichi.” Kokichi said.

Shuichi sighed.

“Alright, then...I hate Momota-kun?”

“Nope! Incorrect!”

“I eat pie.”

“Nope!”

“Top secret organization?”

“No dice.”

“Shuichi and Kokichi.”

“Hmmm...that sounds nice, but no.”

“Ice cream cat?”

“Huh? No.”

“World is mine?”

“No!” Kokichi stuck his head out from the blanket fort, cheeks puffed out in an adorable pout. “Are you dumb?!” he whined.

“I am not—Wait, is that the password?” Shuichi asked.

“No, it isn’t!”

“Kokichi, this is too difficult!”

“Okay, fine! Let me give you a hint: what do you think couples say to one another on a day like today?”

“On a day like today?”

Shuichi knitted his brows together as he began to think.

Well, today is Valentine’s Day, so I’m pretty sure there are many things that couples say to one another, he thought to himself.

He looked at Kokichi.

Let’s go with this, he thought to himself.

“Happy Valentine’s Day?” he spoke hesitantly.

Kokichi looked like he was about ready to climb out of the fort and smack Shuichi upside the head.

“Okay, let me phrase it a different way: what do we usually say to each other when we express our feelings of love and what not?” he asked.

Shuichi eyed Kokichi, still not being able to piece it all together. Then, realization hit him.

Oh...that’s what he wants me to say, he thought to himself.

He had to stop himself from giggling.

That’s really cute, actually, he told himself.

Kokichi blew some stray strands of hair out of his eyes as the pout on his lips grew bigger.

“Ugh, fine, I’ll tell you. The password is ‘I love you.’” he said.

Shuichi watched as Kokichi looked away, his cheeks taking on a rosy red color.

He’s even embarrassed...oh my god, he is so cute, he thought to himself.

Just watching his boyfriend get all flustered almost made him blush, as well.

“Well...I love you too, Kokichi.” Shuichi responded.

Kokichi eyed Shuichi out of the corner his eye, the blush on his cheeks refusing to disappear.

“I knew that already...” he crawled back into the fort. “Now, hurry up and get in here.” he muttered out.

A small chuckle escaped his lips.

“Alright, alright.” he took the tray and slid it into the fort. “Before I do that, though, poke your head back out for a second.” he requested.

“Heh?! But why?!” Kokichi complained.

“Come on, it’ll only be for a second.” Shuichi said.

Silence came from inside of the blanket fort. Then, he heard Kokichi release a loud sigh.

“Fine...” he mumbled as he poked his head out.

Shuichi smiled before reaching out and cupping Kokichi’s cheek. He closed the distance between them, their lips coming together in a kiss. Kokichi stiffened for a second before melting into the kiss. Shuichi’s heart fluttered at the sound of Kokichi sighing against his lips in content.

He broke the kiss after a couple of minutes, pressing their foreheads together. Kokichi’s eyes slowly fluttered open, a mixture of love and need sparkling in them as Shuichi spoke.

“I love you.” he whispered.

Kokichi shuddered at Shuichi’s words as his breath hit his lips.

“I...love you, too...” he muttered out, finding himself captivated by his boyfriend.

“I know.” Shuichi stroked his cheek. “Now, can I come in?” he asked.

“Hm?” Kokichi hummed out in response.

“The fort. I gave you the password properly this time. I’m asking if I can come in now.” Shuichi said.

Kokichi blinked, trying to process Shuichi’s words. Then, it clicked.

“You sly fucker!” he reached out and whacked Shuichi on the head. “Stop teasing me and get your ass in here already! The food’s going to get cold!” he barked out as he retreated back into the fort.

Shuichi smiled, feeling accomplished over getting Kokichi all flustered.

“Alright.” he said before parting the blankets and disappearing inside.

#anon #request #valentine's day starters #danganronpa v3 #saiouma #shuichi saihara #kokichi ouma #tw: implied past self-harm #tagging just in case #it's very brief and very much implied #but it only lasts for half a second before becoming fluffy again #blanket forts #romance #fluff #they're both dorks lmao #oblivious shuichi XD #kawaiikichi

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tearlessrain · 5 years

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time to subject myself to Dracula: The Dark Prince, aka another bad movie starring another dude from black sails. this time with 100% less horny on main because my only real motivation for watching it is it truly looks to be a whole new caliber of horrible and I have to see it.

witness my standards for incomprehensibly bad movies being raised prohibitively high in every way imaginable under the cut

I seriously doubt that.

this was made in 2013 by the way, not 1994 as the graphic design of that logo might suggest

oh good, once again we’re opening with an exposition narrator. except this time it’s a woman and she has less vocal inflection and emotional investment than an amazon echo.

I feel like she’s gonna tell me to turn left in 800ft

it feels like a dragon age epilogue, but just. worse.

WE ARE WATCHING A TRULY HIGH QUALITY MOVIE TONIGHT MY FRIENDS

I can’t even describe how bad this is, you really need the sound. that’s where the true lack of quality shines through. siri’s depressed sister is talking about pre-vampire dracula’s epic feats in battle to more weird sepia dioramas and the dying soldiers sound like they hired muppets to voice them

HOLY WIG BATMAN

also this dude is obnoxiously jovial considering he’s supposed to be dracula, even if this is pre-vampire

oh no dracula’s advisors, who all wear black hooded robes and scowl ominously, have betrayed him and killed his wife, how unexpected

someone drew these, looked at them, and thought “yeah that’s good enough to go in the final movie”

the characters are speaking both english and what I assume is... romanian or something? transylvanian? it’s not spanish or welsh I can tell you that much. anyway there are no subtitles and also no rhyme or reason to which they’re speaking at any given time so I hope I’m not missing anything important. probably not.

so like... they killed his wife, yes. and he went on a murderfest in what appears to be a church in revenge, makes sense. now a dude who... I think maybe he’s supposed to be a priest or something? but he wasn’t speaking english so I can’t be sure, then a voice over said “I have killed for god, the hand that fought for him will now be turned against him” but I’m unclear on who was speaking. this movie is an absolute clusterfuck and we aren’t even five minutes in yet. this is still the prologue.

now zombie alexa claims dracula was cursed with immortality “in punishment for his defiance” but I’m still not sure... what defiance. he killed the dudes who murdered his wife and that’s somehow not okay despite his apparent status as a war hero, a designation that implies a LOT of killing has already happened?

fucking finally, the title screen. usually a prologue clarifies what a movie is about but I went in thinking I knew and now have absolutely no idea what I’m watching.

a carriage drawn by friesians is rolling through a misty forest with wolf howling sound bites playing at random in the background to vaguely urgent music, now this is what I’m here to see.

nevermind the carriage is too slow so they’re leaving it because that’s a thing people do (?????)

“Lady Arwen, we cannot delay”

seriously though everyone’s mumbling so much I can’t understand them much better than when they were speaking whatever the other language was

BOOTLEG XENA RIDES AGAIN

but this time she’s accompanied by esme. we don’t know who esme is yet either.

there she goes

and now the knights are being attacked by hilarious squeaky goblin things? who I guess are led by this power rangers villain with, again, an unintentionally hilarious voice. it’s like a bad batman impression.

with every minute that passes I become less certain of what I’m actually watching.

they’re looking for the “light bringer” and telepathically overseen by the world’s most halfassed lestat dracula

they’ve also got some random prisoners in a cage wagon

okay the prisoners are being taken to dracula’s castle and I’m sorry for such an image-heavy post but I NEED you to understand the community theater level of set design/quality we’re dealing with here

“what is that?” cardboard and mod podge is my guess

so far the only thing esme has done is fall off her horse and be knocked unconscious, and now a Roving Band of Misogynists has appeared to harass Bootleg Xena 3.0 in the most generic way possible (the words “what ‘ave we got ‘ere” accompanied by a chorus of malicious cackling and some whistles have been spoken)

oooh no the ringleader of the Roving Misogynists has been given a name, and it’s ~Lucien~. I have a horrible feeling that I’m about to bear witness to the worst romantic subplot in the history of cinema.

oh for... I thought at least bootleg xena 3.0 would be a Strong Female Character and fight them off, but she just rapped lucien on the head with her sword and then they stole her very important box and left as obnoxiously as they came

OH NO SHE’S ASKING TO GO WITH THEM, SOMEHOW THAT’S HER PLAN I THINK I’M RIGHT SHE’S GONNA HOOK UP WITH LUCIEN AND IT’S GOING TO BE HORRIBLE.

“trust me” she says to esme, who, wisely, obviously does not.

I appreciate the timely thunderclap every single time the castle comes on screen

who the fuck are you, did you wander onto the wrong movie set

nope okay they’re not gonna explain that shot at all we’re just moving on to a shot of a weird angel shadow doing slow flamenco moves on the ceiling while ominously gurgling, and the prisoners being led into the throne room

“what’s happening to us?” I WOULD LIKE TO KNOW THE SAME THING, PRISONER #3

oh never mind that guy from before wasn’t a priest, he is remfield, chancellor of this kingdom, which means the last scene he was in makes even less sense

AKSLDGHJFGAKDLFJGHKAJGHFDKLFDS;GJokay so. remfield introduced himself then said “I will see that your needs are tended to.” then dracula in his new white contacts gets up from his shadowy throne, circumnavigates the cluster of prisoners, sniffs them dramatically, and walks back to his throne. remfield then says, “come, I will see that your needs are tended to” because proofreading is for COWARDS

now remfield is... literally giving the prisoners a tour of the castle and going on the “oh you’re our guests and many pleasures and adventures await you” speech and somehow the prisoners are accepting this despite the fact that they were just carted in on a barred wagon in shackles and got sniffed by a bad alucard cosplayer. they have a fucking harpist.

seriously, who the fuck are you

she’s just been twirling around in the background of this entire scene for no discernible reason no matter what rooms they go into

what the hell am I watching

yeah they’re just going for that incredibly suspicious food and also seem weirdly okay with the ambient clusters of scantily clad lesbians no one will explain okay they deserve whatever happens to them

WHOA TITS apparently this movie is a different rating than I thought

remfield: the newcomers have settled in

dracula: I d o n ‘ t l i k e s t r a n g e r s

then why pray tell have you brought them directly into your home in chains. I cannot stress enough how avoidable this situation was for you my dude

“just think sire, once the light bringer is in your possession no one need die again” “except those who defy me” [ominous chime as the angel shadow on the ceiling continues its sensuous flamenco dance]

meanwhile in the misty blue filter forest of eternal night, some guy in a tricorn finds a gold amulet that I think bootleg xena 3.0 dropped, and the power ranger villain rides menacingly in a random direction for a few seconds

I’m still waiting on whether this masterful display of cinematic calvinball has any cohesive story to it.

ah joy and we’re back to The Non-Adventures of Xena 3.0, Esme, and the Roving Misogynists

as an aside, I’m not calling her that just to be dumb, I’m calling her that because they still haven’t given her a name even though her sidekick got one in the first five minutes

they’ve opened the box and revealed... the light bringer, which is a wooden staff. because it is not shiny gold, the roving misogynists regard it with confounded disgrunglement and scoff at xena 3.0′s insistence that it can defeat dracula

these guys sound like what an eleven year old thinks gangs of ne’er-do-wells sound like. like cartoon weasels, if the weasels were also mediocre pirates who have heard of women, conceptually, but never seen one. like goblins in a pre-written D&D campaign run by a slightly overwhelmed first time DM.

HUR DUR WALKING STICK NOT TREASURE, WOMAN DUMB

it’s what cain used to slay abel, apparently. given that zombie alexa mentioned that dracula is the descendent of abel, this leaves us with the terrifying implication that someone did put at least some vestige of effort into writing this movie.

oh good she’s finally gonna fight lucien

no she failed again. please someone just punch the shit out of lucien so he’ll stop.

NO WHY ARE YOU MAKING OUT STOP IT GOD HAVE SOME STANDARDS WOMAN. STOP PLAYING FLOATY ROMANTIC MUSIC IN THE BACKGROUND THEY ARE LITERALLY STILL STANDING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ENTIRE BAND OF ROVING MISOGYNISTS

I thought it might at least be a trick but no she is actually, genuinely starstruck over this profoundly mediocre olde-timey frat boy who called her “sweetheart” while she was trying to explain to him why the ancient dracula-defeating relic was important.

this guy.

we did it boys, we found a worse love story than twilight

also I just. I wish I could convey with words the way the roving misogynists react to every single thing lucien and sometimes xena 3.0 says like the world’s worst greek chorus in a literally neverending stream

lucien (post makeout and xena 3.0 explaining again that the relic is ancient and powerful and they’ve searched for ages to find it): well we may not be knights but we can respect that

[cacophony of rowdy but understated agreement]

lucien: what do you think boys, should we give it back?

[assorted grumbles of assent]

xena 3.0: hm, a thief with a conscience

[gruff mercenary-esque chuckling]

lucien: maybe even a heart

[chorus of “ooooooOOOooh”s and some whistles]

it just goes on like that in every scene they happen to be physically adjacent to, they never shut up but also never actually contribute or say anything meaningful

ah, the mysterious leonardo has appeared. I think he was the one they were trying to take the light bringer to so that’s handy

“what is happening here? what is this flirtation?? is this the people to share your sacred secrets with???” - leonardo, the only remotely rational person in the entire movie

oh he is schooling these idiots, finally someone with sense. it’s bouncing right off of lucien, but at least he’s saying it.

“the scourge” - leonardo

“scourge!” “scourge!?” “scourge?” “hrgghhg??” “hrrm...” - the roving misogynists

power ranger villain and his squeaking goblins vs leonardo, the most useless female leads of all time, and the roving misogynists. who will win.

not the people watching this movie, I can tell you that much.

oh no, the lightbringer isn’t working. this will do nothing to convince the roving misogynists that it isn’t a walking stick

oop, wilhelm scream

oh no lucien has picked up the light bringer

goddamn it he’s the chosen one isn’t he

yep he activated the stick and now we all have to suffer

oh xena 3.0′s coming for power ranger villain maybe she’ll actually do something

nope she bounced off him and now he’s grabbed her and hauled her onto his horse

“you’re coming with me” he says in his weird batman voice, to make sure the audience can tell that he is in fact taking her with him

and esme has yelled “no” to make sure we remember that she’s in the movie

wait what the. did lucien just yell “xena” is that her actual name what the fuck. what the fuck. I had to have misheard that. okay I can’t tell what he’s saying for sure but someone’s bound to say her name again at some point in the movie so I’ll revisit that.

and on that note, I think I’ll end here, because there ended up being a LOT more to unpack in this movie than I expected, it’s after midnight, and I’m tired.

tomorrow, we follow lucien as he presumably goes to save some lady he wildly disrespected and then made out with one time whose name may or may not actually be xena, and hopefully figure out what the hell is even going on with dracula, remfield, and their castle full of artfully strewn half naked harpist lesbians and dancing ceiling shadows. because right now I really don’t have time to unpack all that, and I have a feeling it will only get worse.

#this is #a masterpiece #no description of mine can hope to do it justice #hypnotically incomprehensible #tearless liveblogs

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Happy Birthday, Socmono!

We apologize to @socmono for the little delay in posting your gift! We hope you had a lovely birthday on the 14th of November. To add further joy for your special day, @historywriter2007 has written a wonderful Everlark story just for you! Enjoy :)

Happy Birthday, Socmono I hope it was amazing! Here is a story which is a part of my The Next Morning series it was a good fit for your prompt of a mix of fluff and smut. Rated M for the smut. I hope you enjoy it. The First Date (Three Weeks After The Next Morning)

Katniss stared at her reflection. She couldn’t believe she was actually nervous, maybe she should put her hair up so she didn’t fiddle with it too much. A knock at the door forced her away from her mirror. As she walked to the main room she noticed her roommate's door was closed, at least that answered her question of why he hadn’t gotten it yet. Katniss figured it was one of their neighbors needing some kind of baking supplies but the person on the other side of the door caused her to be more confused.

“Peeta, what are you doing?” She asked.

“I know I’m a bit early but I’m picking you up for our date.” He stretched out his hand handing her a bouquet of flowers while giving her a nervous smile. “Are you ready?”

Katniss accepted the flowers, “let me get these in some water first.” She walked to the kitchen and pulled out the only vase she had.

“Nice place you have here,” Peeta added while Katniss was working.

She shot him another funny look and answered. “Thanks. My roommate picked it out and decorated it.”

“Your roommate has great tastes.”

Katniss laughed, ”He does, except I question his taste in women.”

“Oh, and why’s that?” He shot back.

“Well, he has a crush on me so he can’t have that high of standards.” Katniss joked.

Peeta took a step forward and held her hands in his. “No, I think his standards are just fine.”

Katniss bit her bottom lip as tension filled the room. She wondered if he would kiss her right now and forget about the rest of their plans for the night. She would certainly welcome it, considering this was all Peeta’s idea and now he was playing it up.

It had been three long weeks since they admitted to each other that they secretly liked one another for years. All thanks to a drunken kiss on a dance floor, well, at least Katniss was drunk, Peeta was sober and scared she would run when she realized what she’s done. After they finally talked they decided that even though it was kind of backward, since they were already roommates, they would start dating. Katniss felt they knew each other better than most couples and they didn’t need all the ceremony of dates, but Peeta insisted that they have a real first date before they did anything physical besides kissing. That first date took a while to get to though, between a trip to visit Prim for Katniss and a work trip for Peeta, it was three weeks before they had time to do more than takeout and Netflix on their couch.

Peeta broke the trance by giving her hand a slight squeeze. “We’ll be late for our reservation if we don’t get going soon.” With that, he led her from the apartment to his car.

They arrived at Trinkets, a new fine dining restaurant in the city. The decor seemed a bit much for Katniss and as she saw the owner who was in a bright pink dress with sky-high heels and a face full of makeup, she got an idea of why it was styled that way.

“That’s Effie, she’s the owner and can be a bit much, but she’s really nice. I’ve been creating some marketing for this place.” Peeta whispered in her ear as the woman waved at the pair. The feeling of his warm breath against her skin made her shiver and set her core on fire. She wanted to get him home as soon as possible to finally take their relationship to the next level.

“Peeta, darling how are you?” Effie stated with a thick city accent as she air kissed his cheek.

“I’m great Effie. Thanks for fitting us in tonight.” Peeta answer. “May I introduce you to Katniss.”

Katniss raises her hand to shake Effie’s who looked at Peeta. “Oh, Peeta she’s gorgeous.” Effie then turned her attention to Katniss. “You know Katniss, Peeta is quite a catch. If I was 20 years younger I’d be all over him.” Katniss didn’t know if she should smile or scowl at the woman. She knew Peeta was a catch that’s why she never thought he’d be interested in her. Peeta’s booming laugh made Katniss decide a smile was more appropriate.

“Effie, don't get her riled up. She’s very protective, and you know I only have eyes for her.” Peeta smiled at Katniss and she immediately felt calm. Effie was awestruck and led them to their table.

The food was great and even though they’d been living together for almost a year Peeta still managed to surprise her with some of his stories. Especially when he told her the real reason he lost the State Tournament in wrestling was that his opponent, his brother, whispered in Peeta’s ear that Katniss was in the stands. Katniss felt horrible, she had no idea it was her fault he lost, she just wanted to see him wrestle. Peeta just smiled and told her it was alright since he got the girl anyway.

Peeta seemed to get nervous as they got to their apartment, and when she opened the door she realized he stayed in the hall. It hit her, he was still playing the dating game and was waiting for her to invite him in. “Would you like to come in for a drink?”

“Sure,” Peeta replied as he followed Katniss into the hall.

“We have beer, wine…” her next words were cut off by Peeta mouth as he pressed his lips against hers.

“Sorry, I just couldn’t wait any longer. I’ve been wanting to do that all night.” He started to pull away, but Katniss wouldn’t let him. She kissed him again with a renewed fervor, soon she ended up pushed against the kitchen counter. Before she could hop onto it Peeta picked her up and started walking away from the room.

“As much as I’ve dreamed of us fooling around in the kitchen I want tonight to be perfect.” As he pushed his door open Katniss noticed he’d cleaned his room and had more flowers set up.

He put her on the floor, but before he could kiss her again she pulled away to respond. “You know tonight is going to be perfect because it’s with you. I don’t need anything else.”

“Alexa, play the Katniss playlist.” Peeta stated and smiled, “That doesn’t mean I don’t try to make it as special as possible.” Then he kissed her again as romantic music filled the room.

Fire spread through her body, they were finally at a point where they could take their relationship to the next level and she was more than ready, but she also knew she would have to take the lead. She unbuttoned Peeta shirt and pushed it off his broad shoulders, before pulling her dress over her head. Although Peeta had seen her in bikinis, he looked at her like it was the first time. He kissed her again while walking towards his bed when her knees hit she sat back, pulling him with her but he didn’t stay for long. He slid down her body, kissing along her chest and stomach, just before he reached her most private areas he looked at her asking permission, which she readily gave. Underwear was shoved aside as he licked, nipped and sucked her to the best orgasm she’d ever had.

Peeta laid next to her as her body came down from it’s high, but she wanted more. Since actions were always her thing she swung her legs over Peeta’s and ground her core against him, earning her a deep moan from him. She felt him hard and thick between her legs as she worked him into a frenzy. Finally, he couldn’t take anymore and flipped them so he was on top again. She stared up at him, his hair was a wavy mess, eyes wild, and cheeks red as he looked down at her, and she loved that it was her who made him look like this.

She reached for his belt, as his hand covered hers. “Are you sure Katniss?”

“I’m sure Peeta. I want you.”

He let her hand work his belt as he continued kissing her. When there was no more clothing left between them he reached into his nightstand to get the condom he’d left there just in case. They moaned together as he pushed into her filling her over and over until they both were reaching for the stars.

After, as her head rested on his chest Katniss chuckled.

“What’s so funny?” Peeta inquired.

“I was just thinking of what you would have done if I didn’t invite you in at the end of the date,” Katniss replied.

Peeta shook his head. “I guess I would have walked to the car and back then asked you how your date went, just as any good roommate would.”

“I guess it’s a good thing I invited you in then, although I guess it would have been fun to pretend you were the jealous roommate who finally decided you had to be with me. It may have been hot.” Katniss added.

“Oh, I’m sure we can come up with some roleplaying if that’s what you want. In the meantime, I just want us. It’s been a long road to get to where we are and tonight I want to make up for lost time.” The kiss she got left no doubt in her mind, it was going to be a long night.

#everlark #everlark fanfiction #everlarkbirthdaydrabbles #everlarkbirthdaygifts #fan fic #by historywriter2007

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Liist of my wip's! (August 2019)

Hello there! I'm Nicola! I mainly write contemporary YA stuff (mostly read that, too!), that feature all of the lgbt rep I'd like to see but don't :)

The following is a list of my current wip's, along with a quick summary of what they're about! If anything here interests you please don't hesitate to ask about it! I love talking about anything from characters to plot and it helps me build ideas when I'm talking to someone else :)

The History of Great Thing That Have Happened to Great People: Taylor, convinced of his extremely bad luck, isn't expecting to catch the eye of Patrick, who's extremely out of Taylor's league in every way that counts. Taylor is convinced their whirlwind summer romance will be regulated to just that: the summer, because with their insanely different lifestyles, coupled with living on opposite ends of the country, and Patrick's slightly obsessed ex, theirs no way they could make it work long term, right? Right?

One More Minute: Kat signs up for a competition that wins her an hour long skype date with her celebrity crush, Harley. Kat can hardly believe it- clearly this is a sign they were meant to be together. Battling demons of her own while being forced to maintain her public image all at the age of 19, Harley is infatuated with Kat from the first minute they spend talking, but she's reluctant to drag the starry eyed, optimistic girl into her world.

For The Throne: The unprecedented assassination of her brother, Jude, just days before his wedding, leaves Genevieve in the position she never envied him: Atop the most powerful and coveted throne in the world. As her relationship with American journalist Eva Letman comes to light, Genevieve faces opposition from both outside and within the palace, forcing her to question her place as a Monarch and her ability to rule. Jude's widowed wife, Sarah, carrying his alleged unborn son, is the power hungry daughter of the Prime Minister, and she's determined to regain her position in the palace, whatever it takes. As the investigation into Jude's death goes underway, and England is sent into a disarray over Genevieve's reign, old and new secrets begin to reveal themselves, threatening to bring down the entire Monarcy down with them.

Title TBD: Hedley knows vampires exist: they have to. She's spent her entire life learning everything she can about them, and in the depths of her research she found solace from her life in a children's home. As she turns 18 and the system prepares to spit her out onto the streets, Hedley goes to the only place she's ever felt at peace: Hartman's Hallow, rumored to be home to the last existing vampire coven in North America.

Title TBD: Skye Nolan has a plan. He's counting down the days until he can start HRT, while trying to survive living with his father and soon to be step-mom after his mother's career takes her to New Zealand. It probably wouldn't have been so difficult, except he also has to handle having a crush on his long time friend, Caden Montgomery, who Skye isn't willing to risk losing over anything. Skye is convinced that a relationship with Caden is completely out of the question- until suddenly, it's not. Caden returns from music camp with the news that he's broken up with his boyfriend, and his sudden availability pushes him and Skye to testing the boundaries of their frriendship.

Who We Were: Noah Hapstall's plans to enjoy his freshman year of university take a sharp turn for the worst when his ex girlfriend reappears in his life after being gone for over a year. Melanie had previously been nothing more than the embodiment of everything Noah despised, the wounds she left cut deep and not even his current seemingly iddylic relationship could heal them. He swore he would never let her back in, but his parents' divorce and the increasing distance between him and his boyfriend, who's currently studying in another state, leaves him vulnerable to Melanie and her typical manipulation. As Noah unwittingly becomes more involved in her life, he is forced to remove his rose tinted glasses and examine the world as it really is, for all the lies, secrets, and pain it holds.

Who We Want To Be: Sylvie Montgomery has had enough of living in the shadow of her celebrity father, her perfect twin brother, her genius best friend and even prodigy violinist younger sister. She doesn't know who she is without the people around her always overshadowing her, and so she jumps at the opportunity to find out when she's offered an internship far away from home: in the city of love, Paris.

Where We Began: Tessa had her heart broken when her girlfriend of two years broke things off out of the blue. But now Hanna's back, begging for a second chance, and Tessa is unbelievably close to giving in. She never really got over Hanna, and maybe they can make things work again, if only they could get over all the baggage their history brings with it.

Rules of The Road: Five best friends go on a cross country road trip the summer before departing for college. They must navigate the rules of road while discovering things about themselves, and each other, that will either tear them apart for good or make them stronger than ever.

Rules of The Game: High strung student body president Sophie ends up tutoring Oren Black, the school's laid back, fun loving quarterback.

Rules of the Heart: After coming out as gay, Alexa goes to live with her father in Oregon and ends up falling for Harley, who recently got out of an abusive relationship.

Title TBD: Broadway actress Olivia (Liz) Chandler meets Tomi Reign, the socialite daughter of Liz's new director. Sparks fly immediately, and supposed-to-be straight Liz can't deny that she has feelings for Tomi. Tomi herself is intrigued by Liz, who's cheeky and flirty personality is far from Tomi's usual type. But her usual type.... usually leaves her heartbroken and alone. She's more than happy to play along and be Liz's pet project as she explores her sexuality. It's not like she has anything better to do. Except things take a turn when real feelings begin to get involved, and neither of them really knows how to react to it.

All We Have (8 part series): Follows the life of childhood best friends, Aaliyah, Nicky, and Ryan, as they navigate their tumultuous familial, platonic and romantic relationships. Spans over the course of several years, from their early teens to their late 20's.

The Other Life: Penelope Carmichael has lived in the shadow of her best friend Kris Johnson for as long as she can remember. Kris is popular, beautiful, and perfect, and while Penn tries to be happy for Kris' success', she finds it difficult to shake her jealousy. On the eve of their 17th birthday, Penn and Kris get into a car accident, and Penn wakes up several weeks later to find herself in Kris' body, and her own nowhere to be found. As months go by and Penn remains trapped, with the real Kris seemingly gone forever, she slowly allows herself to adapt the life of the girl she always envied. However, Penn quickly begins to realize that Kris' reality may have been far off from the one everyone believed her to have, and that underneath her facade of perfection lies the haunting and tragic truth of a girl Penn realizes she never really knew.

UnSavior (stand-in title): 5 years after saving her world from imminent doom at the age of 16, Lina packs up and transports herself to another dimension: Earth, with the sole purpose of having a normal life where she isn't regarded as a Hero. However, her arrival to Earth has consequences. Lina doesn't realize that her absence from Ethera sparks an uprising amongst the warring nation of Xaida, who lost the Battle 5 years ago. Furious at the way they've been treated since and determined to avenge their fallen, those left of Xaida want to secure a better future for themselves, and they see Lina's absence as their opportunity. As Lina becomes more and more infatuated with her new life on Earth, caught up in the new experiences and friends it brings, a full out war is on the brink of breaking out in Ethera, and her old mentor Azi attempts to seek her out to draw her home to stop it before it has a chance to begin. But Lina has other plans; she still hasn't fully recovered from the scars the Battle left her with, and she doesn't want to leave Earth and the sanctuary she found there. As a revolution stirs up in Ethera, Lina must question everything: her identity, her loyalty to her nation, and the very people who made her who she is.

Title TBD: 4 college students recieve a series of mysterious emails from an anonymous sender, instructing them to commit several atrocious acts over the course of one night (12 hours) or risk having their secrets, each more damning than the last, revealed to the world.

#my wip #writerblr #writers on tumblr #teen writers #writers #writebrl #writing #ya writing #contemporary fiction #romance

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The Punisher - ‘Roadhouse Blues’ Review

What an interesting bipolar premiere.

Half of it was a lovely, well-acted glimpse into Frank Castle as a calm, protective, somewhat normal and even romantic traveling man. The second half was a violent return to "an asshole who couldn't stay out of trouble."

I thought Jon Bernthal came off as incredibly attractive in the first half. He radiated adorable-ness and was so sympathetic, with his hard life fully reflected in his face ("rough road") as he was learning to take life one beer at a time. Yes, they gave us the cliché pick-up where Frank rescued Beth the beautiful bartender from the asshole who was hitting on her, but I liked it. Frank even chose not to hit on Beth himself because she'd just been hassled. It was Beth who came on to Frank. Lovely performances by Jon Bernthal and Alexa Davalos.

It was so easy to see Frank having a future with Beth. She was just lovely. A woman who seemed to be concealing her real self behind her long brown hair, Beth taught music and tended bar to make ends meet while raising her hockey-loving little boy Rex alone – remember Frank teaching his daughter to play the guitar in season one? The romantic interlude was fragmented, pretty bits of sex, nothing uncomfortably prolonged. The best part of it was Beth asking Frank about his scars. Frank even told Beth about losing his family without getting into the painful details, suggesting that he really was healed enough to start moving on and living his life. It was so nice that two hours out of town, Frank decided to turn around and come back for Beth.

Which is where the damsel in distress came back in. We never did learn her name, although I'm guessing we will. Frank bumped into her twice before he realized that she was in trouble when the bad guys (or actually, mostly bad women) followed her into the ladies room. I don't have a lot of patience for extended fight scenes but this one, the bathroom followed by the barroom, was well choreographed and far from boring. I was most struck (pun intended) by Frank taking his opponents' head in his hand and slamming them into – well, pretty much everything. Frank was simply incapable of walking away when he saw a young woman in danger. He had to intervene. Guess he's a dog off his leash now.

The episode began in media res with a bloody Frank and the damsel in his van running away from the bad guys, so I spent most of the episode thinking that Beth had died. I was glad that they didn't fridge her; Frank did get her to the emergency room. It's interesting that we were also misdirected with the damsel, thinking that she had picked the lock to Frank's motel room and that he was about to catch her in it. I also liked that the third time the damsel had the opportunity, she was smart enough not to run away from Frank.

(Not that running away from Frank Castle is a bad thing. If I weren't in trouble, I'd run to the other side of the country to get away from Frank. But if I were in trouble, I'd glue myself to his side.)

There was set-up for not one but two villains. The first was the Russian with all the thugs who was after the damsel for some unexplained photographs, which he seems to have gotten from her laptop. We didn't get much about him except that he was giving orders to the local cops, and he had everyone else she was working with killed, which is why the damsel was in distress in the first place.

And of course, there was Billy Russo, still in a coma in the hospital. That was a fascinating, hideous mask he was wearing, but who would put something like that on his face? Was it Madani, who now seems to have a problem with alcohol? Billy woke from his coma after Madani left his room, unless he had been awake already. I liked that shot of his eyes opening behind that mask. I wonder how many episodes until we see his naked face?

Bits:

— How many people died in that bar? I was sorry to see Ringo the bouncer go. That's a lot of death for the cops to cover up.

— The Russian picked up Frank's wedding ring engraved with "To Maria from Frank."

— The damsel called her contact, the guy tied to the chair, from a pay phone that had a skull decal on it.

— I don't usually rave about the music in an episode, but it was terrific, and not just because practically every lyric could have been about Frank Castle. The artist was singer/songwriter Shooter Jennings. His name was on the cheap marquee outside of Lola's Roadhouse.

— Janis Joplin's classic "Me and Bobby McGee" was playing during the barfight. Another good musical choice.

Quotes:

Beth: "You got the 'man of mystery' thing down, I'll give you that."

Female thug: (to Frank) "Dumbass. You're so far over your head you can't even see the light."

Frank: "There's more of them out there." Damsel in distress: "And what? You're just some Good Samaritan who couldn't stand by?" Frank: "I'm just an asshole who couldn't stay out of trouble, that's all."

Damsel in distress: "Will there be more of them?" Frank: "I hope so." That's too bad. I was halfway hoping that maybe Frank was ready for a little peace in his life, even if it would make for a boring second season.

This premiere was terrific, and I can't wait to see the rest of the season. Four out of four skull decals,

Billie Doux loves good television and spends way too much time writing about it.

#The Punisher #Frank Castle #Billy Russo #Dinah Madani #Marvel #Marvel Cinematic Universe #MCU #The Punisher Reviews #Doux Reviews #TV Reviews

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Behold: A color-changing smart bulb that isn't stupidly expensive

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Behold: A color-changing smart bulb that isn't stupidly expensive

I’ve long held that connected lighting is one of the most sensible smart home upgrades you can invest in — in part, because it really doesn’t need to be much of an investment. Perfectly decent smart bulbs can be had for less than the price of a pizza, and once you buy in, you’ll use them each and every day, complete with the convenience and comfort of automated lighting that you can control with your voice.

Terrific value

Supports voice control via Alexa, Siri and Google Assistant

Fully featured app

Bright, good-looking white light tones, mostly accurate color quality

Additional bulb shapes coming soon

Don’t Like

Many color presets don’t play well with Alexa or Google

Not compatible with Philips Hue’s apps or integrations

Can’t trigger animated presets with voice

No Apple HomeKit support

There’s an exception though, or an asterisk perhaps, and that’s smart bulbs that can change colors. Even as the price of LED lights fell steadily over the past five years or so, color-changing bulbs from well-established names like Philips Hue and Lifx continued to sell at a steep premium. Even if you caught a good sale, you’d be lucky in most cases to get one for anything less than $30.

Things seem to be turning a corner in 2020, though — most notably with the Philips Wiz Connected Smart Wi-Fi LED. Available at Home Depot for just $13 each, it’s a full-fledged color-changer that needs no hub, and it supports voice control via Alexa, Google Assistant or Siri Shortcuts. Its colors aren’t quite as bright or vivid as you’ll get from our top performer in the color-changing category, the Lifx Mini LED, but they still do an admirable job at splashing accurate, eye-catching shades across your walls. Despite the fact that it doesn’t work with the Philips Hue app or with Hue’s immense list of third-party integrations, the bulb still finds plenty to offer via the surprisingly well-featured Wiz app.

All of that makes these bulbs a terrific and worthy value pick if you’re interested in changing up the colors in your home — and newly announced bulb shapes like a candelabra bulb and an outdoor-rated PAR38 bulb make it easy to expand your setup to include any fixture you like. If you’re interested in deeper integrations with third-party products and services, or advanced features that can sync your lights with your TV or with your music, then you’ll still need to spend up on something from Philips Hue, Lifx or Nanoleaf — but for simple, voice-activated, color-changing light that you can control and program from your phone, these Wiz Connected bulbs will do the trick for a fraction of the cost.

Light bulb basics

For the most part, the Philips Wiz Connected LED works like any other light bulb — just screw it in and turn it on when you want light. The default setting puts out a claimed 800 lumens of brightness at a yellowy color temperature of 2,700 K. That’s the same as you’ll get from a standard 60-watt incandescent light bulb, but since this is an LED we’re talking about, the power draw is much less — just 8.5 watts.

Those energy savings are worth noting. If you turned the Philips Wiz Connected LED on at full brightness and left it on for an entire year, it’d only add a little over $8 to your energy bill. For comparison, that old-fashioned, 60-watt incandescent would add almost $60 to your bill over the same stretch. Replace a bulb like that with the Philips Wiz Connected LED, then use it for an average of three hours per day — it’ll pay for itself in energy savings in about two years, then keep on shining for another 20 years.

The Philips Wiz Connected LED (center) is about as bright as a Lifx Mini White or Philips Hue LED at its default, soft white setting — but its colors aren’t as bright as those competitors.

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As for the brightness, I’m still working from home without access to my lighting lab, so I can’t double-check the specific lumen count just yet. Still, in comparison with other bulbs I’ve tested in the past, including the Philips Hue White LED, it’s easy to see that the Philips Wiz Connected LED does just fine at default settings. That’s much better than the original Wiz LED, which was released before 2019, when the Hong Kong-based startup was purchased by Signify (formerly known as Philips Lighting). That bulb was too dim at its default setting, and only hit peak brightness at an awkward white light color temperature of 4,200 K.

The colors are much less bright than the white light settings, which is to be expected. What’s important is that they’re bright enough to make an impact, and for the most part, accurate in tone — though, it struggles to put out bold shades of yellow or orange. In some cases, the presets used by Alexa and Google aren’t the greatest, either. Ask either assistant for pink, for instance, and you’ll get milky white light.

Color quality is mostly accurate, but the bulb’s palette has a few weak spots.

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Ugly-looking pinks aside, stalwarts like red, blue and green come through just fine — and if you open the Wiz app, you’ll find a color selector with dozens of different settings, including oddball Crayola rejects like “Razzmatazz,” “Free Speech Green” and “Gorse.” What’s extra odd is that Alexa and Google seem to recognize some of these settings (including a great-looking “Deep Pink”), but not all of them. Google Assistant seemed to recognize more of them, at least, sort of. When I asked it to jump to the “Macaroni and Cheese” setting, it triggered that ugly, milky white again — but that’s better than I got from Alexa, which just looked at me funny before adding mac and cheese to my grocery list.

The app also features a number of “dynamic” color settings that cycle through various shades. Some, like “Ocean” or “Forest,” follow a theme, while others just dance between random colors for romantic mood lighting, party-appropriate dance floor lights, or a simulated candle-like flicker. My big quibble here? There’s no way to activate these with your voice or via any third-party integration. You either have to turn them on in the app, or buy a physical Wiz remote and assign them to its customizable preset buttons.

The Wiz app lets you choose between a long list of simple and dynamic color presets, as well as timed fades and a full color selector.

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An app that’s filled with tricks

With a clean interface and plenty of guidance, the Wiz app is simple enough to use — but what’s striking about it is the number of features it boasts, some of which you won’t even find in the Philips Hue or Lifx apps.

You’ll start by turning your bulb on and beginning the pairing process, which requires you to connect to the bulb’s Wi-Fi network so the app can add it onto your home network. It’s especially simple because the bulb uses its color capabilities to signal you along the way. For instance, when you set the bulb to pairing mode, it’ll start pulsing purple once its Wi-Fi network is ready for you to connect.

With the bulb up and running, you’ll specify the room it’s in and give it a name. From there, you’ll be able to turn it on and off and dim it up and own from the home screen. To change the color, tap whatever color is listed as “now playing” to pull up a full list of preset options, as well as the color selector where those oddly named shades are located. I just wish Wiz would relocate this color selector to the home screen so you don’t need an extra tap and scroll in order to pull it up.

Tapping the little gear icon pulls up the system settings, as well as the specific light settings for all of your bulbs. There are tons of neat features tucked away here, including an option to customize how long it takes for the light to fade between changes, and also an energy use tracker. You won’t get either of those with the Philips Hue app.

The Wiz app features a bounty of interesting features, including scenes, schedules, energy monitoring, automated vacation lighting, custom fade durations and a “Rhythm Mode” that lets you plot out a day’s worth of repeatable lighting changes.

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Other features include the usual options for saving scenes and for scheduling lighting changes, as well as a “Rhythm Mode” that lets you set the lights to automatically cycle between up to five custom settings at different times of the day. The app starts you off with a circadian mode that automatically adjusts the lights between energizing cool white tones when you wake up and relaxing soft white tones in the evening, with a night light for when you’re asleep. If you’d rather build your own Rhythm that automatically triggers Party Mode whenever your work-from-home day is over, hey, more power to you.

What’s especially nice about the feature is the way Wiz visualizes it with a ring-shaped timeline. Once you plot a lighting change on it — say, lights on at 7 a.m. — it’s a cinch to slide that marker around the ring to make fine adjustments to the schedule. It’s similar to the Lifx app’s Day & Dusk feature, which plots lighting changes along a line graph. I like the Wiz approach even better.

The Wiz app makes it easy to connect with third-party platforms like Alexa.

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As for integrations, the Wiz app supports Alexa, Google Assistant, IFTTT and a handful of other, smaller smart home platforms. The app does a great job of making it easy to connect with them — for instance, when you tap the option for adding Alexa, it’ll switch apps and send you directly to the authentication page in the Alexa app.

The big, missing integration is Apple HomeKit, but you can still use Siri to control these bulbs if you’re willing to use Apple’s Shortcuts app, which lets you trigger your apps with custom Siri commands. It’s a more limited experience than you get with HomeKit, which lets you program and control devices from various brands in Apple’s Home app, but it does the job. For example, I created a shortcut that turns any Wiz lights in my bedroom on just by saying, “Hey Siri, cue the lights.” That’s probably not enough for anyone who’s already seriously invested in Apple HomeKit, but it’s enough for the bulb to say that it supports voice controls by all three of the major voice assistants, so I’ll give it a passing grade.

I also appreciated the Wiz Connected privacy policy, which does a better job than most of explaining the company’s data practices in plain English. Per that policy, the only info Wiz collects when you use its bulbs are unique product identifiers and diagnostic information, as well as things like a Home ID and specific user preferences from using the app. Wiz also says that it does not share user data with any third parties for the purposes of targeted advertising.

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The verdict

Color-changing smart bulbs are futuristic and flashy, and they make the smart home fun. That’s why they’ve always been so much more expensive than white light smart bulbs — not because RGB diodes cost a fortune, but because they can have a dramatic impact on the way your home looks and feels. For years, manufacturers have translated that into markup, positioning full-color smart lighting as a luxury.

That’s all well and good for manufacturers, but look back through the last five years of smart home coverage on our site and on others, and count how many times we’ve used pictures of bedrooms and living rooms lit with fancy colors to connote the connected living space. It’s an easy visual for the fun futurism of the smart home, and it’s become one of the first things people imagine when they envision the category as a whole. In other words, these things shouldn’t be seen as a luxury any longer. For many, they’re a staple of the smart home experience.

The Philips Wiz Connected Smart Wi-Fi LED reflects that reality better than any other color-changing smart bulb I’ve tested to date. At $13 each, it’s as affordable as the smart home gets, and with no need for a hub, you can connect it with Alexa, Google or Siri as soon as you screw the thing in. That makes it an excellent pick for beginners, and also a great choice for anyone who’s already invested in a voice-controlled smart home, and who would enjoy expanding the setup to include a fresh pop of color or two.

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Congratulations Imogen! You have been accepted as Strength (FC: Caitriona Balfe)

Wow - this bio was incredibly detailed and amazing! You’ve obviously put a lot of thought into Althea’s past, and we absolutely love that. We’re looking forward to seeing how she fits into the Ring as something of an outsider. Make sure to follow the checklist and send us your account within 48 hours! WELCOME TO THE ARCANA RING, IMOGEN. WE HOPE YOU ENJOY YOUR STAY.

Out Of Character Information

Name: Imogen

Pronouns: She & Her

Age: Twenty-Two Years

In Character Information

Skeleton Applying for: Strength

Faceclaim: Caitriona Balfe, Alexa Davalos or Ruth Wilson

Character’s Full Name: Althea Louise Sullivan

Age: Thirty-Six Years

Gender and Sexuality: Cisgender female ( she & her pronouns ) & Grey-romantic/Bisexual

Character Bio:

PAST & PRESENT: “Be not afraid of greatness. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and others have greatness thrust upon them.” / “The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars / But in ourselves, that we are underlings.”

( TW: Sexual Abuse & Infant Death )

i. Althea came into this world like most children did; all doe-eyed and soft, untouched by the harsh currents life had to offer and guarded by innocence and nativity. She had two older brothers and one younger sister, Alister “Ailbe”, Aidan and Aileen. Alibe was the jock of the family, trying just about every sport their quaint high school had to offer. He finally settled on rugby and swimming, being captain of both teams. His apparent athleticism and god-like physique left his parents extremely proud, later on getting a full scholarship to university. Aidan was the so called “bad boy” of the family, usually ending up in the principal’s office, sporting a black eye. His temper was one that matched a raging fire and control was a four letter word. Aileen, oh sweet Aileen, the baby of the family was the self-proclaimed princess of the four and rising star. She was in every play, musical and showcase the school put on. Her talents were a thing of beauty, lively and passionate, that often landed her the title roles in most productions. So being the middle child and lacking a title meant she was often forgotten and blended into the background easily. Althea didn’t mind though, she was a quiet, well-behaved child that her parents didn’t have to worry about; which they were silently grateful for. Whilst her siblings were out doing their extracurricular activities, she found solace in between the pages of books. But not the fairy tales most little girls dreamed of. No, she got ahold of her mother’s history books and nestled in between sturdy oak branches to try and make sense of it all. Growing up, she was was neither a tomboy or girly-girl. Her brothers tried to teach her how to fight, but she didn’t need to “punch like a man” to win a battle. She had her wits about her and could talk circles around almost everyone. She learned very quickly the effect her words had on people and could convince her brothers who were, plainly put, simple-minded, of anything. Though she would rather play the part of knight in shining armor than damsel in distress for she didn’t mind getting her hands dirty. She wanted to play a character with a strong moral background, usually annoying her brothers with the logistics of it all. The young lass adored nature, feeling a certain serenity when she was hidden among the greenery. And Ireland housed many rolling foothills and open fields for the children to play in. The siblings spent hours playing make believe in their own little corner of the world. The sky closely resembled a painting, that by Monet and the mist that loomed around the plains curated the perfect atmosphere for their games.

ii. Her father, Thomas Sullivan was a middle-class firefighter who barely finished high school because of his temperamental issues. Because of this issue, he was left with a certain cynicism towards the wealthy and educated, sticking his tongue out at such class of people. Her mother, however, graduated from a small private liberal-arts university in England with a degree in nursing. The family quickly settled down in Ireland, where both sides of the couple were originally from and began working. Yes, Althea was Irish through and through, though her first name suggested otherwise. Althea was named after her great-grandmother, a bitter woman who hated animals and children. Nonetheless, the name was of Greek origins and meant “to heal”. The name also had a variety of spellings, one being Althaia, which was the name of a marshmallow plant that was said to have healing powers. Though at the time of naming their first daughter, they did not know that she would go on to later prove herself worthy of such a name. When she was six, her mother enrolled her in piano lessons and the girl picked up on the instrument almost instantly. It was no surprise, for she had unusually steady hands, smoothly did they dance across the ivory keys; unlike most kids that fidgeted to no end, Althea made it clear that she was not like most kids. Growing up, nothing “spectacular” happened to Althea, although she breezed through primary school – skipping second grade all together. She piqued an interest in her professor’s academic radar, doing rather well in all fields of study. When she got to high school, she was deemed “the smart one”, the one that her siblings usually copied their homework off of, despite being in different grades. She was the nerd, the polymath but most importantly the loser. She was tall, pale and awkward, having little to no figure and sullen, grey eyes. She didn’t take after any of her mother’s traits, lovely Mary with freckles abound, long flaming hair and piercing green eyes. Her siblings used to joke she was adopted and for a second, Althea almost believed it. She felt different, lost – lonely even. But her mother always had a soft spot for her first born daughter and filled her with all the nurture and support a high school girl needed. Her confidence was dwindling, but her mother’s wise words, “always look to the future and find the lightness in your heart,” comforted her. And as she got older, Aileen started coming to Althea for advice and to the girls surprise, she knew a lot more than she led on. She was wise beyond her years, having an opinion on most everything and always willing to lend a helping hand. Aileen was popular amongst the masses at their school, for she had an outgoing, adventurous spirit that attracted most. So Althea lived vicariously, watching her sister grow into an ardent soul. And she was happy to take on the role of the older sister that knew everything and could be consulted on just about any matter. The pair weren’t sure where Althea got the information since no textbook could teach one how to talk about to boys, but the younger of the two followed the advice willingly and took off from there. Having someone to guide gave Althea a purpose, a sense of belonging in a sea that didn’t seem to need her.

iii. When she graduated high school with blazing colors and two years earlier than most, she racked up a pretty good resume already. She was debate team captain, class president and lastly, valedictorian. When she was a sophomore there were rumors that she was already Oxford bound; the first of her kind. Going to the prestigious university and graced with a full scholarship, Althea wasn’t exactly sure what she wanted to study, but she took as many general education courses time could afford. She had a thirst for knowledge, something that didn’t quite quench back in her small Irish town. On paper, she looked fine, perfect even – but there were about a thousand kids out there with the same accomplishments as her. That was, until she found medicine. Althea always wanted to help people, she just wasn’t sure how. Like most children, a ray of professions crossed her mind, but for some reason, doctor never did. Sure it was an old pipe dream, but she had made it this far, so why not at least try? And the moment, no the second she stepped into that lecture hall, she knew that’s all she wanted to do. It was as if a hero was going out to proclaim their title and find their glory. A light shown upon the young university student and showed her the way of natural stability. This was her instinct, her passion – her drive and Althea was nothing, if not ambitious. She was everything good and wholesome in a tremulous line of work, every syllable in the words fitting her like a dress, for she knew with hard work, she would get by. She didn’t need to be ruthless and cunning to get ahead, she didn’t need anything but her senses.

iv. Graduating university in three years, Althea went onto medical school, albeit her age. And because she was younger than most, she once again felt left out. It wasn’t until her second year of medical school people began noticing her. It wasn’t everyone, she certainly wasn’t the girl to turn heads as soon as she walked into the room; but she wasn’t that dangly, lonesome girl waiting to be asked to dance either. The first person to truly notice her, was the wrong kind of attention, to say the least. It was from her professor, a man ten years her senior and unaware of the girl’s actual age. It started as a casual comment after class, about her work or how nice she looked. And she took the compliments as a passing thought. The man was married, though she had heard rumors of him seducing young medical students and taking them as mistresses. But she disregarded these whisperings and began talking with him more and more. She stayed after class and they chatted for hours and perhaps a slight flirtation was arising. But Althea didn’t mean to cast any signals other than a strictly professional relationship. She was glad that someone was finally paying attention to her, even if she was blind to the fact of why he was showing interest in the first place. But one day, he took things a little too far and so did his hand, steadily creeping up her thigh. Althea was acutely aware that what he was doing was wrong, so she immediately stopped it; horrified that she didn’t see his true intentions. That it had to go this far for her to finally stop it because perhaps, somewhere deep down inside, she did know what was happening. And as long as nothing serious progressed between them, a flirtation that kept him at bay didn’t hurt. Dropping out of his class set the girl back a little in her studies and her confidence was once again, declining into a vast oblivion, but nonetheless, she persisted. After medical school, she graduated with high honors, choosing her professional life over her personal. She wasn’t the type to get drunk at parties anyway, afraid of something she didn’t understand. Feelings. She had never been in love, or even had a steady boyfriend or girlfriend. She knew sexuality was a spectrum and she fell somewhere on it, but a chance to explore her options were non-existent. Bringing someone into her life, when she wasn’t ready to commit, or divulge any sort of affectionate emotions would make both parties suffer. She was then accepted into Massachusetts General Hospital, one of the best medical residency programs in America. So she packed her bags and headed for America. Residency was exactly like Grey’s Anatomy, sans the making out with hot doctors in elevators. Plus medicine was less glamorous than television made it out to be. Of course Althea knew all this, but her coworkers did not. Most of them were affluent kids that got here through connections, not work. That didn’t mean they weren’t dedicated to their work, they just sought after the money and gratitude that filled one’s ego. They were in it for the wrong reasons. But the program only accepted four residents, due to the many years of training it took to become a neurosurgeon. Not that it really mattered, she wasn’t there to make lifelong friends. Yes it would help to have some semblance of companionship, someone to help her study, but her main focus was on her work. But her peers were quickly disappointed when they realized they would not be doing tricky surgeries or diagnosing rare diseases. The reality of the matter was, they were on seventy-two hour shifts, doing rounds of patients who were ungrateful and unwilling. Residency was hard but despite her Irish roots, she didn’t inherit her family’s bad temper. She was practical, level-headed and always the face of elegance and grace whilst dealing with difficult patients. While most doctors almost bit their heads off, Althea understood that it was frustrating, waiting for recovery and not having all the answers.

v. It wasn’t until her second year when she got her chance to shine. There was a teenager, Dalton Wu who came into the hospital with a sharp pain in his side. Althea was the resident in charge of her case, but her superior’s were convinced it was nothing; they claimed they had better things to take care of, patients that were in dire need of their attention. “Check him out, sign his papers and send him out,” were her instructions. There was really nothing they could do in his case, but once Dalton continued to describe his symptoms, it sounded vaguely familiar. After that, Althea begged her attendant to give her twelve hours to come up with a better explanation for Dalton’s pain. And because she wasn’t an obnoxious kiss ass like most of the others, he obliged. Pouring over charts, medical history and every textbook the library had to offer, Althea finally found the answer she had been looking for. It turned out the boy had a rare type of cancer that hadn’t been seen since the 19th century. If it had been caught later, he surely would be untreatable and died instantly. But because of Althea and her efforts to diagnose him correctly, he was assured proper treatment and a full recovery. After that, it was smooth sailing for the young resident. Most of her fellow interns started to take notice of the girl behind the curtain. The one that seemed to have all the answers, but never really spoke up. They sat with her at lunch, helped her study and took her shifts when need be. They actually became friends, almost like a team which was something she always longed for. People around the hospital came to her with their questions and Althea felt needed again; much like her adolescent years with Aileen. Things were going good and Althea soon began to peer out of her shell. She was tired of waiting on the sidelines, watching the world go by. She was restless for the opportunities to come her way so she could grab onto them and never let go. But the young Irish Woman quickly realized that she couldn’t just wait patiently anymore; that she had to go out and go after what she wanted and that was exactly what she was going to do.

x. But her last year of residency, a five-year-old little girl by the name of Sarah Quentin – that reminded Althea a lot of her baby sister, came into the emergency room, complaining of a headache. Working with the Chief of Staff, a famed neurosurgeon who hand picked the intern, Althea studied the chart and realized the girl had a brain tumor pressing to her skull. It threatened to crack through the bone and lead the girl to an early grave if they didn’t do anything. Her attendant explained that they could operate, but there were no guarantees. Althea waited, anticipating dripping in form of perspiration as she waited for the news. The surgeon in charge then asked the young doctor to come in for a consultation against his better judgment and Althea, high off the prospects of another win, let something slip. And something went wrong, to be honest, that whole night seemed like a blur to Althea; a blur of shudder inducing apprehension that could only be characterized as an anxiety attack. And she knew it was mostly her fault, no matter how many excuses the hospital made. The whole series of events ended the little girl’s life and her parents, wealthy business tycoons, threatened to sue. The doctors, the hospital, someone must pay for their loss and it was not an easy price. That was the toughest thing about the job, staring death in the face, almost like staring into the abyss. It wasn’t darkness, no darkness was vaguely tangible. One could feel their own hand moving in the darkness, but the abyss, the void was inevitable and quickly threatened to consume the girl. Engulf her until there was nothing left. As the trials went on, court hearings began dragging out and Althea saw the look of sullen gray in the parent’s eyes. The hurt and loss they felt and Althea would give anything to understand their pain. She had such intense compassion she felt for her patients, the pain surely left her hollow. But they weren’t in it for the money, they just wanted their little girl back, so they took out their hurt the only way they knew how. After a long case, the parents decided to withdraw their suit, but only because Althea went against her boss’ instructions once again. She made contact with the couple and tried to make amends and to her surprise, they understood. Their conflicting emotions would always be present, but they decided to move on with their lives instead of growing bitter by the experience. In her whole residency, she was lucky enough not to lose a patient. But this, this hurt the most. Despite the fact that she didn’t get in any legal troubles, she on was probation at work and her confidence in her own abilities soon deteriorated. After that, Althea reverted back to her recluse ways and when her studies were up, she got out of Boston. Death, when thought about long enough left everyone trembling and doctors were no different. People looked to doctors to have all the answers, a beacon of hope in a world faced with uncertainty. Althea was governed by facts, not fiction because that was the only way she knew how to explain an uncertain future. She felt safe, knowing she could fall back on figures and numbers. But these weren’t buildings, or cars, or even companies. These were people.

xi. After her residency, she could be admitted to just about any hospital she wanted to work at, but she came back to the United Kingdom. When she moved back to the U.K, she spent a long time, trying to get to know the girl inside the frame. She realized that there were two types of people, who you were and who you were meant to be. She had spent so long hiding behind her job and pretending she was actually okay with the prospect of ending up alone. But in reality, no one wanted to be alone, no matter how much they blinded themselves to societal norms. The surgeon became more confident in her stride, but it was when she was staring at the bottom of a whiskey bottle when she noticed her fatal flaw. There was a tremor in her hand, one that threatened to end her career before it even started. No, this couldn’t be, not after everything, her body could not, would not fail her. She practiced for hours, days, weeks and then months to perfect it because no one in their right mind would let the woman operate if they knew she was suffering from such a thing. It accompanied the night terrors that kept her awake at night, afraid of her own mind. Something she held in such high regard, something that was her most valuable asset, become her worst enemy. After her stint at Boston General, her mortality rate was the lowest the hospital had ever seen and she worked hard to keep it that way. As she was praised by peers and superiors alike, she started to feel a god-complex arising, people she admired heavily complimenting her steady hands, the hands God had sent to heal the world. She was fresh out of school, her education having stripped sixteen years of her life and by that time, she was thirty-four. At this age, most women were settling down with husbands, kids and a house in the suburbs. But Althea was excited at the prospects of starting her professional career. Her schooling was her baby and she raised it well. Taking the holidays off, Althea took a trip around Europe, seeing sights she dreamed off as a poor college student. The last stop was Paris, the city of love. She wasn’t expecting anything to come out of it but she saw the way most couples looked at the sorrowful girl. Almost as if they pitied her for being alone. But there, she met her. Love was never something Althea thought about, perhaps just a crossing thought whilst she watched the latest romantic comedy. But she always told herself she didn’t have time, or that no one could truly think of her in that way. Self-doubt had crept into her mind, soaking into her skin and leaving her half. She couldn’t read or study love in a textbook, therefore could not understand the workings behind it. But feelings looked good on Althea and she felt almost new, reborn. She had always been a very practical person and residency taught doctors to lead with facts, not emotions. But she was no longer a shy girl, she was a woman, full of coy meekness. This love, or what she construed as love opened her eyes to a completely different world. This world was The Arcane Ring. It had a familiar sense of belonging and Althea still classified herself as eternal optimism, that anything was possible. The Ring brought out a more, colorful side to her, one she didn’t even know existed. The group challenged her in all the right ways, pulling out a side she wished she had been all along. But love was a ruthless game and the rules were lost on her and in the end, she looked like a sore loser. She wanted the girl, longed for her lover, but it was not meant to be. The woman was forced to move on, for she knew better than she lives in the past, but she felt almost trapped. Almost as if she couldn’t move forward, nor backward. Despite the heartbreak, the woman found herself drawn to the city and all it had to offer. It was a promise that seemed too good to be true, yet she still found herself in search of a loft and a job.

PERSONALITY: “To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man.”

(+): Ambitious, Ardent, Compassionate, Intelligent, Levelheaded, Practical, Resourceful

(-): Elusive, Obsessive, Reticent, Sullen, Timid

i. Althea is a plethora of paradoxes, like most human beings, she is flawed and shattered after years of all life throwing all it’s had to offer her. She is a woman of science, preferring facts to anything else making her very practical and levelheaded. She is very opinionated, but willing to listen and learn from others. She is also fiercely independent, but knows the value of working in a team. The doctor is not one to make reckless decisions, but she truly believes in trial and error. Without mistakes, one can not learn but she is very intolerant to the same mistake repeated. She is a cool, calm and collected on the outside, but she feels the darkness creeping in and she doesn’t know how much longer she can go without letting it seep through the cracks.

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Anything Else: *DISCLAIMER that I am terrible at writing biographies so I apologize in advance if this like the worst thing you’ve ever read. I probably rewrote this at least ten times and this is what I came up with, what a hack. ( I WROTE TOO MUCH I’M SORRY??? )

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