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orphicdreamers-wp · 4 months

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Girl Of My Dreams — Mat Barzal

Summary: In which Mat Barzal inadvertently falls for the oldest Hughes sibling and her brothers aren’t happy.

Content Warning; Taylor swift 1989 isn’t by Tay(its by reader) Mentions of University of Alabama (reader went there) Trevor Zegras being hopelessly in love with reader. Readers social media face claim is Addison Rae bc idc she’d clear as a WAG for a athlete.

Pairing: Mat Barzal x Hughes! Reader.

Mat would be lying if he said he didn’t sneak glances at the announcers box after meeting you. You had been carrying a plate of food and two margaritas to your booth where your friends sat. Tito had made a joke about you seeming familiar then the pair heard your voice and knew, “Alright now, eat up because y’all are bumming me out.” Mat’s jaw slacked, “He’d known that the Islanders had gotten a new game announcer who was a girl but he wouldn’t have known it was you. You were effortlessly stunning, you had captivated the attention of every straight man in the bar. Mat had approached you as you sat at the bar, “I’m Mat, can I buy you a drink?”

You grinned and spoke, southern accent slipping out, “I’m Y/N, I mean Barzy after the way you played last game? You better buy me a drink. ‘Yknow how many hate comments my broadcast got?” Mat grinned as the bartender approached you, “Another Corona Light and whatever she’s having on me.” You grinned sheepishly, “I’m fucking with you. I’ve heard worse.” Mat grinned, “So now would probably be a shitty time to ask you out?” You smiled at him, “Maybe not.” Mat smiled, “If I may, your not from New York are you? Where are you from?” You grinned, “I grew up in Toronto with my 3 younger brothers and moved to Alabama for college and been in New York for a few months now.” Mat grinned, “Well welcome to New York beautiful.” That was a year and a half ago. You still hadn’t told your brothers who your boyfriend was, just that his name was Mathew. Until your album release came creeping in and you wanted to go public with Mat.

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ynhughes; my album ‘1997’ is now streaming! thank you for all your support(especially the bf, ‘slut’ and ‘suburban legends’ are 4 us)

barzal97: celebrating you is my favorite pastime. i have never met someone who people gravitate towards more than you. you are by far the most wonderfully amazing woman i know. it is a privilege to say i love you🤎 this past year or so has changed my life. you make living easy and so so much better. i can’t wait to see what the future has in store for you.

trevorzegras: alexa play that should be me💔💔

ynhughes: forever in awe of you mathew barzal. amazed a gal like me is lucky enough to be adored by you🤎

oliviarodrigo; THEY HIT THE PENTAGON!! @conangray

>conangray; told you it was them i saw at radio music hall!

ny_islanders; our roman empire is all the sweet posts for to y/n today🥹🥹

sydneyemartin: brb crying. the purest people in the world. so grateful my girls get to grow up seeing a love this pure that isn’t their parents.

>ynhughes: we adore your girls more than words can express.

_quinnhughes: my biggest inspiration is out here killing it. in awe of you everyday sissy🥹 thank you for being my best friend from day 1

ynhughes: in a puddle of tears quinny. thank you for always being on my side, even when im wrong.

sabrinacarpenter; hockey players making me ugly sob wasn’t on my 2023 bingo card

elhughes; my first babies🥹 extremely emotional over you all today

>_quinnhughes: we love you momma💕

jackhughes: 1997 reasons to love my meanie head sister, i guess her bf’s alright

ynhughes: i love you little brat, come visit me and mat!!

>jackhughes: will do, sissy🫡

trevorzegras: i can’t believe she won’t date me 😞😞

>ynhughes: buck up z, your way too young for me. perfect age for @sabrinacarpenter tho!

lukehughes: the worlds best big sister came out with the best album to date

ynhughes; really feeling the hughes love train today, i need to plan for all of us to be together soon! so y’all can meet Mat!

etnow; this just in; the Hughes brothers have brought tears to my eyes supporting their sister

barzal97: the third picture is actually the most accurate representation of your sister now

>lukehughes; always messing with those darn cats! even if they are on the side of the street.

#hockey player x reader #fanfic #hockey #nhl #nhl fanfiction #social media #jack hughes x reader #jack x reader #mat barzal x reader #mat barzal #hughes sister #1989 taylor's version #music #addison rae

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topguncortez · 2 months

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its been a couple of days since i made the tough choice to cut ties and temporarily walk away from a place that i love really really deeply.

but i’ve had some time to reflect and come to some conclusions about myself.

now excuse me while i vent out loud:

1) the phrase “once an addict, always an addict” is true. just because i don’t take pills anymore doesn’t mean i haven’t found a way to feed the craving of being addicted to something. im not 100% sure what that addiction is; maybe it’s that im a sucker for pain, maybe it’s i can’t walk away when i know i should, maybe it’s fucking caffeine (it’s 97% caffeine).

2) everyone heals and handles things differently. again, back to my past with addiction; some addicts can heal with still being able to be around the thing they are addicted to. i learned a long time ago, i am not that person. i have a hard time knowing when to walk away, but once i do… its like breathing fresh air. it hurts like a bitch sometimes but its also one of the best things for you. sometimes we get so blind with those rose colored glasses on, that we truly can’t see our own faults until we step back and reflect

3) i’m an angry person. i always have been and probably always will be. i’ve dealt with a lot of shitty things in my life. i’ve lost people who didn’t deserve to be taken away. i’ve watched some of the most vile humans get away with horrible offenses. i have been abused and assaulted. i’m angry. and there’s little i can do to shake that anger. however, i can control it. i can lock it away and deal with it in a healthy manner than just let it explode all over the place.

4). God knows what’s best for you. now, i don’t mean to get all religious on yall. i have struggled with my faith for years. I went through a period of time of questioning who God is and what his intentions are. If this great and almighty God sent his son to die to end our suffering… why are people still suffering? I still struggle with my faith, but i am relearning to put my trust in him and know that He is putting things in my life he knows I can overcome.

And finally,

5) never feel bad for doing things for yourself. i have been so well trained to put other peoples feelings above my own. for years, i have bit my tongue and told myself “i can’t say that, that’ll hurt their feelings” and let people continue to roll over me. believe it or not… i hate conflict. i hate awkward situations. i hate feeling like im being suffocated and i can’t breathe. i have become more vocal (good and bad thing) in speaking up when i have been hurt. it’s a slow learning process and sometimes it comes back to bite me in the ass cause i’m thrust into another situation i don’t know how to handle and the anxiety builds and then there’s tears and all that shit. but i have learned i should never feel bad for doing things for myself.

anyway, i know this is just a long ass vent that nobody is gonna read, but i hope maybe, just maybe this reaches someone who has been feeling the same way i have these past couple months.

i know not everyone has a great support system in real life that they can rely on when things get hard. i can honestly tell you that without some of the people in my everyday life and online life being there and helping me and offering me an ear to listen while i vent and scream at the world… i don’t think i’d still be here. but i want yall to know, if you need a place to vent and scream at the world, i am here for you. and i’ll do whatever i can to get you the help and resources if you need it. or if you just wanna get shit off your chest.

i’m here for you.

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musclesandhammering · 5 months

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Unpopular Phase 4 & 5 Opinions

Quantumania is the worst Phase 4/5 movie. And it wasn’t even because “kang got beat by ants.” (I liked kang in this movie). It’s just that the Spy Kids aesthetic & bad acting & overall weird vibes just weren’t for me.

Love and Thunder is no worse than Ragnarok. I would argue that it’s better in a lot of ways, actually. I really liked it.

Taika Waititi ruined thor with bad humour all the way back in Ragnarok tbh, but y’all weren’t complaining about it then 😒.

BuckySarah is better than sambucky every day of the week.

The Marvels was a good ass movie & they’re one of my favorite teams in the mcu. I’ll never forgive cbm sites & online dudebros for killing the hype from the moment the film was announced.

I adore America Chavez & Kamala Kahn and I want to see them in everything. They must be protected at all costs.

Multiverse of Madness had shitty characterisation & basically just copy-pasted the ‘grief made me go off the deep end & hurt people, then I realised and stopped myself’ storyline from Wandavision… but Wanda was extremely selfish & apathetic to other people’s suffering from the time she was introduced in the mcu. MoM didn’t make her like that.

Wanda should’ve been looking for Vision (her actual real life boyfriend whom she spent years with irl) in MoM instead of the kids that weren’t even real that she spent like a week using as characters in her sitcom.

Making everyone forget Peter Parker wasn’t profound or poetic in any way- it was just frustrating and needlessly cruel.

I’m begging marvel to understand that heroes don’t have to be in constant suffering to be heroic & villains don’t have to sacrifice themselves to achieve redemption. Let characters heal and atone, you absolute weirdos.

What If…? is the most boring show ever. I’d rather watch Secret Invasion or She-Hulk.

Season 2 of Loki is, in a cinematic & artistic sense, the best marvel project period.

Loki season 1 was meh- more of a fun au than anything because his characterisation kinda sucked. Season 2 fixed it, though, and made it way easier for me to incorporate this version of Loki back into the larger mcu.

Having Steve stay in the past with Peggy was stupid af.

I don’t hate Peggy (or Captain Carter), though. I actually think she’s pretty cool.

I don’t really love Steve. He’s arrogant & they never really let him have flaws & something about him being a perfect metaphor for the American military industrial complex (and marvel painting that as a good thing) doesn’t sit right with me.

The Illuminati got done dirty and the only reason they went down so fast was because Wanda had all that plot armor.

I thought the retcon of having Wanda be “destined” to become the Scarlet Witch since birth was an annoying cop-out. Her powers originating from being experimented on with an infinity stone was way more interesting.

Loki & Wanda have almost the exact same powers.

Nebula deserved a bigger rule in killing Thanos & everything else moving forward.

I love Kathryn Newton but her acting as Cassie Lang was the worst acting I’ve ever seen in the mcu, like it was outrageously bad.

I’m glad Sam is the new Captain America and not Bucky.

The fact that Bucky probably isn’t gonna be one of Thee lead characters in the upcoming avengers movies feels sick and twisted.

Secret Invasion was actually passable until the G’iah scene at the end. That ruined it. And Nick Fury deserved way better for his solo series.

Kang is so much more interesting than Doctor Doom. I really hope they just recast him.

Carol Danvers does NOT deserve the hate she gets.

I actually disliked Carol until The Marvels. That movie made me a stan.

The way people treat Monica as Wanda’s little inferior pet creation or smth & then brag about it is uhh very sus.

I don’t like sylvie (bc she’s an amalgamation of 3 different comic characters- which killed any hopes of them appearing individually in the mcu, the creators used her existence to butcher Loki’s genderfluid rep, & she was written poorly) & I HATE sylki (bc it’s weird & unnecessary).

Marvel isn’t dead. I actually love where they’re taking things. But that’s just me.

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suyacho · 5 months

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hi lovelies, i know ive been in and out of here and im really sorry for that🫶🥹 just wanted to make a little post addressing some things going on, not on tumblr bc idk wtf is going on (if theres something going on) ive barely been on dash or didn’t scroll past more than 5 posts before closing it again because im busy. let me put it under readmore bc i’ll probably ramble🥹

anyways hi!! as i stated before i think, i started a new school and i started working, busy life!! now work has me exhausted, both mentally & physically, so i haven’t been on here much not have time nor motivation to write too much which i’m really sorry for, especially considering i promised. i love writing, i really do but i feel like the spark is gone, maybe it’s because i’ve been non stop writing smut (with occasionally fluff here n there) over the past few months? or scrap that maybe even since last kinktober because i didnt finish that on time either🥹 (this is probably why the sparks gone) don’t get me wrong, i love writing smut but when it’s so much it just makes me feel like eh not another smut fic and especially after work i can’t find the energy to write porn, like i’d love me itto all oiled up in bed but writing it?? (LMAO SORYRRHHR) it’s just idk🥹 i guess i feel guilty for posting a kinktober but never even finishing it or giving you guys shitty fics when i owe you guys nothing and this is just supposed to be a fun little thingie, but i wanna give back to you guys with the handful of people who have supported me all the way, from the start or even over a year, i appreciate it sm and want to give back to you guys🫶 i hope you all know i greatly appreciate it so thank you and i’m sorry.

on that note thank god i put a readmore bc i knew id ramble and this post isnt even about writing mainly LAMSOAOSOS

but anyways work yes!! i work 4 days a week which might not seem like much bc i know there are people who work way more but hey, im exhausted and that is valid regardless. i dont like my job which is ok, i picked it myself and know the consequences but the environment also drains me mentally, won’t get into that though!!

and onto school <3 i fucking love my school, my class, everything, i wish it was more than one day a week. but with school and the holidays coming around, it also means something. it means that i slowly gotta make a big choice that will impact my student life after this and will decide if ill be let into the bachelors im going for or not. which means that i really gotta start taking it seriously and work more on my portfolio, which now obviously will be my main focus, leading back to the writing but ill say that in the end!!

mentally i’m not ok, which is ok. we all have our ups and downs but lately it’s been feeling like a lots of downs, a lot of things play a role in that but i won’t be going into detail about that. i’ll be okay one day, i’m still alive and have a roof above my head Alhamdulillah.

all those things together mean one thing, i’ll be uploading less!! (which i’ve barely been doing anyways LMAO) to the two people that expected stuff, sorry </3, to the others i disappointed, i’m sorry </3

i’ll also be less active, or maybe just not at all for a bit but just know that i’ll definitely come back when things have settled down, hopefully with more motivation and more fics <3 life’s moving forward and so am i bit by bit.

i guess this is quite the dramatic way to announce a hiatus but hey it’s 6am and i barely slept and just rambled to my little space <3 but once again, thank you guys for the support and understanding. i just wanted to make a post so you guys know what to expect and all :)

thank you and have a good day/night!

#snow; sighs

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virgo-dream · 6 months

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10 fandoms / 10 characters / 10 tags

tagged by the wonderful @seiya-starsniper! thank you for the tag friend ✨

1. Loki (MCU)

Look, this is the undisputed number one spot. Loki has been my ride or die for the past 14 years (!!!), my first tattoo is dedicated to him, and he’s the character that got me through the loneliest and scariest periods of my life. Loki will always be my number one, tbh.

2. Dream of the Endless (The Sandman)

Now, Dream is the character that simply bust down the doors to my heart and took residence, no questions asked. Through Dream and The Sandman fandom I was able to connect to parts of my identity I wasn’t aware of, and to make so many great friends! Dream means a lot to me (so much so that my *second* tattoo is of the dreamstone— in a grand total of two lol)

3. Edward Elric (Full Metal Alchemist)

Ed is the blueprint of the pissed off short king tbh. I always related to how he dealt with guilt and how driven he is, and his character arc was one of the most captivating I’ve ever had the pleasure to experience. As a 14 year old, I would for real go out in public wearing his red cloak.

4. Chrono (Chrono Crusade)

If I have unreasonable expectations of Love, Chrono is the one to blame. Throughout the entire show (and the manga, which I do feel has the better ending) his dedication and kindness to the people he loves and cares about was just incredibly captivating to a 12 year old Virgo. Real character building stuff.

5. Sora (Kingdom Hearts)

Sora had the sickest shoes and my taste for unreasonably large and perhaps sorta ugly sneakers comes from him for sure. I just love that spiky little guy.

6. Raven (Teen Titans)

Raven was honestly the first character that made me go “she’s just like me fr!” There was always something super fascinating about her, and how complex she is. It was nice seeing female characters like her and Starfire in cartoons.

7. Howl Pendragon (Howl’s Moving Castle)

I identify with Howl in many ways, but mostly in how dramatic and absolutely pathetic he is. Also I do feel like a monster sometimes and a way to visualise that is to imagine I’m covered in green slime.

8. Haruhi Fujioka (Ouran High School Host Club)

Ouran should have been my queer awakening, but I think I was too young to realise I was what a large part of my identity was unlocked through this character. Main girlie with a drag queen dad that doesn’t bow to gender norms and just , wants to be left alone please leave her alone she doesn’t want all the trouble come on—

9. Chihiro (Spirited Away)

She was a child, in a shitty situation, learning to find strength within herself to keep going, to trust her instincts, to keep surviving. She means so much to me!

10. Nick Nelson (Heartstopper)

Nick is just oddkdkdkdkdkddkfo he’s allowed me to have good feelings about bisexuality!!! About my teenage bi experience!!! The whole of Heartstopper, really, but Nick’s kindness and his whole journey of self discovery helped heal something in me. Good retriever boyfriends for the win!

Bonus: 11. Bucky Barnes (MCU)

I didn’t want to repeat a fandom, but I would be remiss if I didn’t mention Bucky. Another character that I just immediately clicked with, and watching him be developed in so many different movies (and even a tv show!) was very special.

tagging: @chiron-crow, @softest-punk, @aquilathefighter, @the-cloudy-dreamer, @staroftheendless, @bruce-wayne-simp, @immacaria, @tj-dragonblade, @rooftopwreck, @valeriianz

#this was so difficult omg????#like forreal it took me a minute to figure out the last one #tag game #tag meme #thanks for the tag friend!!!!#I cannot believe I. just . said for the win #but I did

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setaripendragon · 6 months

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Cress - Part 5

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 I think this was probably my favourite part to write, honestly. I did so much unnecessary research into Constantine's family tree to make the timeline make sense. I now have the entire Constantine lineage plotted out in a notebook somewhere. I'm probably never going to use it for anything, but I have it! =D John Constantine does not want to deal with this shit.

John is not having a great day. He’d started it hungover, and then his ex had dropped the spawn off round at his apartment because she had some emergency come up, so he’d been forced to turn down a job of his own. Which was not ideal, given his finances were not in the best of states. Then he’d panicked because Joanna was getting into all his magical tomes and cursed shit, and getting his daughter cursed would just be the rotten cherry on top of the already shitty cake of his life.

So having the doorbell ring out of the fucking blue right when he’s trying to convince the spawn to lie down for a fucking nap is perfectly in line with how this day is going. That is to say; bad. It makes him want to lie face-down on the floor and never get up again. “Right,” he tells Joanna. “You stay there, I’ll be right back.” He says it out of wishful thinking more than any real expectation of her doing what she’d told. She is, after all, his daughter.

He goes and opens the door – because he might as well get the next awful thing over and done with – to find some random bloke on his doorstep. He’s wearing a smart dove grey blazer over a t-shirt and fancy jeans, which makes him look like both a rich businessman and an asshole. It does not endear him to John at all. Neither does the fact that he’s actually kind of handsome when John looks past the rich asshole clothes. “Wot?” he asks, very flatly.

“Uh, are you Constantine?” the guy asks, which is not good. People who ask for him by just his last name are always looking for some kind of magic shit, and John is trying not to do too much magic shit around Joanna. It’s dangerous, for one thing, and also he’d rather his daughter didn’t follow him into this shit line of work.

“Not today,” John says flatly, but then adds, “come back next week,” because he can’t turn the fucker away entirely. He needs the money. Even if rich twats and magic are never a good combo. He’d suggest tomorrow, except Dani didn’t say how long this supposed ‘emergency’ of hers is supposed to last. Better to make it a week.

The man on his doorstep sighs like the delay of a mere week is enough of a disappointment to crush the air from his lungs, his eyes falling closed and shoulders slumping in tired resignation. John’s stupid fucking bleeding heart decides now is a good time to remind him it exists. And he’d been doing such a good job at forgetting it was there, too. “Oh, fucking fine,” he huffs, crossing his arms and leaning against the jamb. “What is it?”

“I’m looking for someone,” the man begins hesitantly, like he’s not sure how best to go on.

John narrows his eyes. “Someone that don’t wanna be found?” he challenges darkly. “Cause I’m gonna need a lot more convincing before I agree to that, mate.”

The man shakes his head quickly. “No, he’s a friend. He missed a date last week, and- Well, I’ve had reason to wonder if he might be in trouble, these last couple of years, and this was the last straw. I just want to make sure he’s okay, that’s all.”

Well… Finding people with magic is generally pretty easy these days, what with most everyone forgetting magic is even a thing that might need to be guarded against. And it’s not usually dangerous to do a quick bit of scrying. At least, not unless you’re trying to peek in on Hell or the Fae Courts or something. So it should be okay to just get this done quick and get paid, even with Joanna in the house.

“I charge an hourly rate plus the cost of any components used in the requested spells, plus hazard pay if whatever you want doing results in potential loss of life or limb,” John informs the guy as a warning, even as he steps back to hold the door open wider; an invitation, just not a verbal one. Just in case.

He crosses the threshold without missing a beat, and none of John’s wards go off, so he’s not possessed or in any kind of magical disguise. Good enough. John herds him into the living room, ignoring the bland reassurances spilling out of the guy’s mouth that money isn’t a problem. As if John hasn’t figured that out for himself, thanks.

Joanna peeks over the back of the couch at them. John raises his eyes to the heavens. “I told you to stay in bed,” he chides. “It’s nap time.”

“No it’s not. It’s work time,” she corrects officiously. “I can help!”

“Sure you can,” John agrees, crouching down in front of the couch to look up at Joanna very seriously. She looks back, wide-eyed and triumphant. “You can help by going and having a nap so you’re not cranky later.”

Joanna scowls fiercely. “I’m not a baby,” she insists.

“No, you’re not. Don’t see what that’s got to do with having a nap. God knows I’d much rather be napping than working, and I’m all grown up and everything.”

“Then you go nap,” Joanna suggests slyly, “and I can do the magic.”

“Not a chance, squirt,” John informs her. “Go on, get. If you’re good and actually get some sleep, I’ll let you see one of the magic books at bedtime, alright? Just one!” he interjects before she can try to wheedle for more.

“Fine,” Joanna sighs, sliding off the couch to stomp back off to the bedroom.

John rolls his eyes again and shoves back to his feet, biting back a groan as his back complains at him. He’s only thirty, for god’s sake, and yet he feels so fucking old. “So, who are we looking for?” John asks as he drops unceremoniously into his favourite armchair, refusing to allow his customer any room to comment on the scene he just saw.

The bloke sits down on the newly vacated couch with a grimace. At first, John thinks he’s just being snotty about the ratty old couch, but then he says “I was hoping you’d be able to tell me,” in a very sheepish sort of voice, and he realises it’s in answer to the question.

“You don’t know your friend’s name?” he demands. Suddenly, he finds himself wondering exactly how much of that sob story the guy spun back on the doorstep was a lie specifically designed to get him through the door.

“He never told me!” the bloke protests, making a very good show of wounded innocence. “And after the fifth time we met up, it seemed a little rude to ask again.”

To be fair, John has admittedly gotten himself caught in a trap like that a time or two, so it’s not entirely implausible. He’s still not sure he believes it, but… God, he just wants this over and done with so he can get paid, and then maybe go have a nap right alongside Joanna. “Alright. Do you have a photo?” he asks.

The guy shakes his head.

“Some clothes of his?”

He shakes his head harder.

“Anything that’s been on his person?”

He hesitates, thinking, before shaking his head again.

“A lock of hair?”

That one wins him a snort and a very droll look.

“Do you have anything I can try to track him with?” John demands, at the very end of his rope and about two seconds away from being entirely done with this farce.

“I was hoping you would,” this fucking guy replies.

Yeah, John’s done. He stands up, and this fucking guy has the nerve to raise his hands in a placating gesture. “What the fuck is your game?”

“No game,” this fucking guy assures him. “I just assumed that, since you’re in the same business as ol’ Lady Jo, you might have some family stories of him. Maybe some family heirloom he gave her for that job he asked her to do? I honestly don’t know, but I’m grasping at straws here, and you’re the best lead I’ve got.”

“Old Lady Jo?” John echoes, not liking where this is going.

His fucking customer gives him a wary look. “You didn’t know your ancestor liked to muck about with the supernatural, too? She made a bit of a name for herself in the late seventeen hundreds.”

John had known that, actually. It was old stories about her, the ones his dad had passed down to him, that had inspired him to start playing with magic in the first place. And even though sometimes he regretted it more than anything, he’d still apparently had enough awe left in his heart to name his daughter after her.

But most of those stories had been set in the eighteen hundreds. The only one he could think of that was supposed to be that early in her life was the one about how she’d won a boon that set her on her course to make the Constantine name one to remember in the world of the occult.

“You’re looking for the Sandman?” John demands incredulously.

“The-” his customer begins, his eyes going very wide in a look of dawning, and faintly outraged, comprehension.

John snorts before he can help himself. “Jesus, you’re clueless,” he mutters, dropping back down into his chair reluctantly. To his surprise, his customer laughs at the comment instead of getting offended. It wins him a little bit of John’s good will back, but he can hardly dwell on it, because he’s coming to an unfortunate set of realisations of his own. He’s re-examining their whole conversation through this new lens of family history coming back to haunt him, and going cold right down to his fucking bones as the pieces click into place.

After all, it’s mid-July right now and the story of how Lady Joanna met the Sandman said that she’d ambushed him at a meeting with his immortal not-Jewish friend at the beginning of July every century. Hells, it’s the right year, too. And this man called the Sandman friend, and said he’d just recently missed a date, and knew about the job he’d tasked John’s ancestor with.“Jesus fucking Christ, I’m clueless,” he breathes in genuine horror at his own carelessness. “You’re him, aren’t you? The Wandering Jew.”

The asshole rolls his eyes. “I’m not-”

“-Jewish,” John finishes for him. “I know, but it’s not like you’ve introduced yourself, either. This time or the last.”

That gets a blink, and then a burst of startled laughter. “Oh, I’m picking up his bad habits now. Sorry. I’m Robert. Gadling, originally, but it’s Golding right now. My friends call me Hob.” He leans forwards to offer John a hand, which he shakes with a distant sense that this might just be the most normal weird thing to ever happen to him. It’s very surreal. “So, back to the issue at hand; can you find him? I mean, ‘the Sandman’ is more of a title than a name, isn’t it? Would that be enough?”

John can only stare at him helplessly. Gadling – should probably think of him as Golding, he probably wouldn’t appreciate his cover being blown by a careless word – stares back, desperate enough that John’s silence doesn’t even deter him. It’s a bit tragic. This blessed fucking idiot really doesn’t fucking know. The Dream Lord’s infamous immortal companion really is just as clueless as your average mortal moron.

“Mate,” John says, with emphasis enough to make Golding’s face fall. “Everyone’s been looking for the bloody Sandman. No one’s had any fucking luck for the last seventy years. What do you think the sleepy sickness is?”

Golding goes pale.

“Seventy years…?” he breathes in horror.

John nods, feeling pretty bad for the guy who’s just figuring all this out now, instead of having grown up with these facts like John did. Every Constantine from his grandfather down to his daughter knows that the sleepy sickness coincided with the disappearance of the Sandman.

“Fuck. Fuck!” Golding swears, punching the arm of the couch, before pressing that fist to his lips to stifle any further cursing. John personally thinks he’d feel a lot better if he just yelled for a bit, but he does appreciate the restraint, given there’s a – hopefully – sleeping kid in the bedroom just down the hall. Then he drops his hand and fixes John with a look that makes him want to stay very still until the threat passes.

John swallows hard and tries to wait it out, the hard calculations he can see going on behind Golding’s eyes. “Don’t make me regret this, Constantine,” he says direly. John doesn’t answer, because he can’t fucking know if he’s going to regret it, but he’s sure as fuck going to try not to get on this guy’s bad side. Golding is fucking immortal, after all, but John certainly fucking isn’t. “You said,” Golding begins, voice measured and cold, “that you could use a lock of hair to track someone.”

“You implied you didn’t have one,” John replies, just as measured.

“How about blood?”

John stares at this man. “You have the Sandman’s blood?” There’s no way, no possible way that he took it, right? So it had to be a gift. And here John had been thinking the Sandman hadn’t given Golding his name as a matter of trust. Clearly fucking not.

“After a fashion.”

John doesn’t have to be a genius to put that one together. After a fashion. After a fucking fashion. No wonder Golding opened with a fucking threat. John swallows hard and reaches out, fumbling blindly across the side-table for a pack of fags. He really rather desperately needs a smoke right now.

Because if word got out that this man has the Sandman’s fucking child in his keeping… John doesn’t want to think about it. He doesn’t want to think about it, but he is doing. It would be a fucking bloodbath. Occultists, magicians, exorcists, the ones with bad intentions and the ones with good – arguably worse, in John’s opinion, the sanctimonious fuckers – they’d all want a piece of this kid. It’s horrifying to think about, and it’s not the worst of it. At least, not for John personally.

Golding saw Joanna.

It doesn’t need to be fucking said that if John puts Golding’s… Ward? Kid? Adoptee? If he puts this kid in danger, Golding would pay him back measure for measure. “Jesus fucking Christ,” he breathes, hands trembling as he fails and fails to get his lighter to spark. “Fuck,” he swears, hands dropping. Golding reaches out slowly, gently takes the lighter from his lax, still shaking fingers, and sparks a flame for him.

John fatalistically accepts the help and leans forward to light his fag. He takes a deep drag as he sits back again. “You… you have the-” he tries, but he can’t actually bring himself to say it out loud.

“Yes,” Golding says flatly, turning John’s lighter over and over. “Can you find him?”

John breathes out a cloud of smoke. “I can fucking well try.”

#The Sandman #Hob Gadling #John Constantine #Joanna Constantine #kid fic #next gen oc #Hob is NOT HAPPY about having to tell anyone about Cress #John is NOT HAPPY to be TOLD about Cress #No one is happy in this chapter #Except the author >w>

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karmic-vibes · 1 year

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Hawkins Memorial to Rescue Personnel

part 3 to the nurse steve au!

cw: mentions of suicidal ideation, mentions of drug use, drug relapse, failed unalive attempt, mentions of AIDS

wc: 2.1k

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5

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“I don’t wanna be here,” Eddie mumbled. “I don’t care,” Steve murmured. “If you want any chance of living past a few years, you need to give up some bad habits.”

“What’s so bad about letting the drugs kill me first?” Eddie rolled his eyes, crossed his arms, and sat back in his seat.

“Ed, stop… that’s not funny…”

“Sorry,” he sighed.

“Edward?”

“Right here!”

He hauled himself out of the seat and reached back for Steve’s hand, encouraging him to follow. The pair walked into the therapy office and took a seat on the couch. Eddie shuffled his way closer to Steve, trying to snuggly sit next to him. Steve gently placed a hand on Eddie’s thigh, rubbing his thumb up and down.

“How’s everyone doing today?” The therapist asked.

“I’m here so, kinda shitty.”

“Watch the attitude,” Steve warned. “Sorry, he’s upset.”

“I would be too if I was getting sober. It’s not really a pleasant experience for anyone,” she chuckled dryly. “So, I’m Dr. Axen, but you can call me Melissa, if you’d prefer. I’ve been an addiction specialist for thirteen years, and I’ve been told I’m good at what I do, so hopefully we can help you out here, darling. Tell me a little bit about yourself.”

“Well, I’m Eddie and I’ve been using since I was fifteen or so—started drinking a bit younger. Everything really got out of hand when I made it big in music and started touring and all that fun stuff.”

“And what made you finally come in today?” Melissa asked.

“This one,” gesturing to Steve, “insisted.”

“You’ve OD’d twice under my care, Ed. I-I can’t physically watch you go through it again.”

“Yeah, fine, whatever, let’s just do this so he shuts up.”

“Eddie,” Melissa started, “sobriety is a big step that you have to want to make. It can’t be for anyone else. It needs to be for you.”

He sat and pondered for a bit, the tip of his tongue peeking through his mouth as he anxiously tapped his foot a mile a minute. He glanced at Steve, then back at Melissa—he couldn’t believe what he was about to admit.

“It is for me,” he said. “I may not want to be sober—hell, who does? But I want to be with Steve. I want to be able to…” He chewed at his bottom lip and scoffed. Fuck it. “I wanna be around long enough to marry him. Have gorgeous children with him. Go to stupid PTA meetings and watch him argue about the nutrition content in school lunches. I want us to own a home together. I want us to have a life. And… fuck,” he chuckled. “I can’t do any of that if I’m still actively using. So… yeah… I’m ready, doc.”

Eddie couldn’t look at Steve. He knew he’d be staring at him with teary eyes and his stupid well-maintained glossy lips. Eddie knew that, while they had only been dating a few weeks (and they hadn’t even put an official title on it) he wanted Steve to be his, forever. He wanted someone he knew could handle him at his worst—so for him… Steve was it.

“Eddie…” Steve finally whispered.

“Well, it’s true…” he shrugged.

“We don’t– we’re not–”

“No, I know, but… I like you, Steve. I’ve done a lot things, dated– well, slept, with a lot of people. I’ve never found them attractive in the same way I find you. I never wanted to be confined to the restraints of marriage, but with you, I never want to do so much as look at another guy. I’ve had my handful of pregnancy scares with chicks I used to hookup with. Never, not once, have I ever wanted children, but with you? God, I want a million of them. I wanna do all the mundane, stupid things with you, and only you.”

“So how many kids are we talkin’?” Steve chuckled out a sob.

“However many you want, pretty boy,” Eddie beamed.

“So you’re ready to give it up? Give it all up?”

“Yeah… I am…”

Throughout the rest of the session, Melissa set up a care plan and a realistic timeline for him to get clean (without rehab). Since Steve worked in healthcare, she was hoping he’d be there to help Eddie stick to his plan.

Even though Melissa said not to undergo too much change at once, Eddie insisted Steve moved into his McMansion. The two had been living under the same roof for nearly five months and Steve couldn’t have been happier. The change was initially difficult for Eddie, but with Steve’s help, he was able to adapt.

“Okay, I’m heading into work,” Steve said, collecting his belongings before heading out for his biweekly double shift. “You need anything before I go?”

“A kiss?” Eddie pouted.

“Okay, besides that?” Steve smirked.

“Nothing, I think I’m alright.”

“Well then…” Steve leaned down and pulled Eddie in for a kiss. “I love you. Don’t do anything stupid while I’m at work. I’ll rip you a new one if I find you in my ER,” he teased.

“I won’t.” He rolled his eyes. “I love you too, pretty boy.”

Steve headed into his shift and it was more or less the same—drunkards and traumas. During the second half of the shift, he set up shop at intake and listened to the EMS radio. He worked his way through his reports, making polite conversation with the staff that passed by him. Suddenly, his ears perked up when he heard another waste-oid being brought in over the radio.

“Rescue 5 to Hawkins Memorial.”

“Go ‘head, Rescue 5.”

“We’re ten minutes out with a possible overdose. Patient is approximately a twenty-five year-old male—response to physical stim only, but borderline completely unresponsive. Not oriented to person, place, time, or event. Twenty of narcan was pushed—patient is still in respiratory failure. Two lines running wide open with ringers. We’ll update you with any new information.”

“Thank you, Rescue 5. Trauma room six is open—bring patient in upon arrival. I’m paging the doctor now.”

“Received, thank you.”

“Christ,” Steve scoffed. “Wheeler, incoming to six!”

“Shit,” she seethed. “Drunk?”

“Overdose.”

“Shocker.” She took a sip of her water and paged a handful of staff to help. “How’s your night going?” she asked.

“It’s fine. Same old Sunday. You know how it goes.”

“Unfortunately I do. How’s the hubby?”

“Wonderful,” he beamed.

“Yeah?” She raised a brow. “Sobriety’s treating him well?”

“Surprisingly, yes.”

“What’s he like sober?”

“More or less the same,” he chuckled. “He’s a total dweeb, but super sweet. I can’t describe it, but he’s literally my other half—everything I’m not.”

“I’m glad to hear you’re happy and things a–”

“Rescue 5 to Hawkins Memorial.”

“Go ahead, Rescue 5.”

“We’re five minutes out.”

“Received.”

“God, I’m not looking forward to this. Overdoses are always my least fucking favorite. They’re just so heartbreaking. Watching addiction win like that, you know?” Dr. Wheeler sighed.

“Yeah, I know.”

“What would you do if Eddie–”

“Don’t… please, don’t…”

“Right, sorry. Finish up whatever you were doing and join us in six, alright?”

“Will do, doc.”

Steve jotted down the last of his narrative as the EMS crew burst through the doors with the patient. Steve shook his head in disbelief as he collected his paperwork, already anticipating being stuck with babysitting duty. When he slid the door open, Nancy whipped her head around and tried pushing him out of the room.

“What are you doing? You told me to help out.”

“You can’t be here,” she panicked.

“Um… doc, last time I checked this is my job.”

“Steve, take my word for it. Get out.”

“Dr. Wheeler, with all due…”

Then Steve saw him.

He was pale. Lifeless. Saliva was pooled around the corners of his mouth as vomit stained his shirt and matted his hair. There was an intubation tube shoved down his throat as two of the EMTs took turns ventilating him and suctioning out the tube.

To the untrained eye, one might’ve thought he was a corpse. Dead. Past the point of no return.

Steve had seen him overdosed before, but never to this degree. He never thought he’d have to see his love like this. But alas, there they were.

His pile of paperwork fell to the floor as Steve tried running to the bed, but was quickly held back by security. Steve screamed in agony as his body went limp, tears spilling down his face.

“No!” he cried. “Eddie, no, please!”

Anguish plagued his body as he wept for his partner. He hiccuped out a sob as security carried him out to the staff break room. They sat him up in a chair and set down a box of tissues before heading out.

Steve had no words. He was doing so well—what’s happened? He said he was ready to give it all up, but there they were… back at square one.

When Eddie was stable enough to be moved to a normal room (which took a few hours), Dr. Wheeler retrieved Steve to join his partner. Before heading in, the two stood outside the room—he needed to know what happened before facing him.

“How bad is it?” Steve sniffed.

“Well… his left lung collapsed…” Tears pooled in Steve’s eyes as he cupped his mouth in his hands. “There was a lot of built up scar tissue. Has he been coughing a lot at home? Showing any signs of pneumonia or anything?”

“Not that I’ve noticed,” Steve choked out, voice breaking.

“Then he must’ve been hiding it really well. How’s his condition being handled?”

“He’s on a lot of meds, but he always told me he was fine.”

“I’ll try and get his reports from the archives, alright?” Steve nodded. “He has a non-rebreather on right now, so just be mindful of that.” He nodded again.

“Better than an intubation tube, I guess,” he sniffed.

“He’ll be okay, Steve… I promise.”

“You can’t promise anything,” he spat. “God, why would he fucking do this. He was doing so well.”

“I don’t know, sweetie… you’ll just have to ask him when he wakes up.”

She pat his shoulder before excusing herself back to the main ER floor. Steve reluctantly went into the room and took a seat next to Eddie’s bed. He laid back in the chair and waited for him to wake up.

At nearly eight in the morning, Eddie stirred awake, trying to make sense of where he was. He blinked aimlessly a few times before noticing Steve. His heart sank as he glared up at the ceiling.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered.

“Why’d you do it, Ed?” Steve wasted no time.

“I coughed up blood… I panicked, Stevie… I’m so, so sorry.”

“The doctor said you have scar tissue built up… why didn’t you tell me you weren’t feeling well? You’re not in this alone, Eddie. We could’ve done something.”

“There’s nothing we can do, Steve!” Eddie yelled, shortly leading to a coughing fit and gasping for air.

“Breathe…” Steve sighed, checking his oxygen’s flow rate. “Ed, you need to come to terms with death. I’m not saying from AIDS, I’m saying in general. Yes, one day, you’re going to die. I’m going to die. Everyone dies. Yeah, it sucks, but it happens. Alright?” Eddie pouted, still trying to catch his breath. “You need to tell me when you’re not feeling well so we can do preventative treatment, not reactive like this, okay? And so you don’t freak out and relapse,” Steve teared up. “I can’t lose you… not like this, Eddie.”

“But Steve,” he wheezed, “if I’m going to die, I wanna do it on my own terms…”

“This isn’t the way, Eds… think about me… please. Watching you slowly try to repeatedly kill yourself is so hard for me to...” he trailed off. “You suffer, I suffer—it fucking sucks, Eddie. Dear lord, it’s more painful to watch you do this to yourself than it would be to watch a disease take you. At least, with the disease, you can’t help it—you just have to let it happen and fight like hell to stay. But this? Eddie this isn’t you… you can’t be known for going out like this.”

“But why, Steve?” he choked out. “I run… that’s what I do… I’m no fighter.”

“Knock that off,” he cried. “Please, for me, go fo rehab… get clean… I can’t stand watching you do this to yourself. I think it’s killing me faster than it’s killing you.”

“I’m sorry, Stevie, I… I can’t–”

“Hey, hey, hey…” Steve whispered as he cupped Eddie’s cheeks, wiping away his stray tears. “Yes, you can. You can and you will. For me… please, Eds… I can’t lose you…”

“But, Stevie…” he choked out, “I don’t wanna be here anymore…”

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taglist: @steviesbicrisis @adaed5 @harringtonshairychest @manda-panda-monium

a/n: i know it’s sad right now!!! but please stick around for the next part, it will get better! im not a total monster, i swear.

ANYWAYS, it’s not stated directly, but this is taking place in ‘91/‘92, so eddie would be 25. i also like to think it took steve 5 years to finish undergrad bc he acknowledged he needed more time and that’s okay—normalize adding more time onto your education to suit your own academic needs!!!!

as always, please lmk if tumblr glitched and some things are repeated/deleted (indicated by weird jumps that don’t make sense)—ill fix any errors asap.

i hope everyone enjoyed. please lmk if you wanna be added/removed from the taglist for the next part 🫶🏻

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carltonlassie · 1 month

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WFH musings

i guess i’ve been WFH for 4 years now and it’s def been a trial and error to figure out what works best for me. there’s good & bad things, as it is with all things but i’m so glad i don’t have to go in to the office lmao.

don’t work from your bed - it sounds nice, just rolling out of bed and getting to work, but i found that i end up skipping meals, water, bathroom breaks etc etc and i end up feeling so shitty. don’t bring work into your bed!!!!

definitely dress up and never stay in your pajamas - related to point 1. it’s nice to dress up even if it’s just the top. bottom, i can be wearing sweatpants all day and that’s fine, but having some sort of clothes that i physically change into for Work Mode, and take off after work (like i would do after getting back home from work) definitely creates a mental separation. would recommend

go on walks. before work, during lunch hour/late afternoon, and after work. especially after work, because it feels like i walked from work back home and now i’m home!!!!

fun drinks. perhaps even 3 different fun drinks throughout the day. fizzy water, tea, juice, kombucha, etc etc etc. anything to get through the day.

take the entire HOUR for lunch. they don’t pay me for that shit. if it gets interrupted with meetings, make it up by splitting the hour. they don’t pay me!!! set slack status and snooze notifications so i have an uninterrupted hour to decompress & digest

let team members know if you’re gonna be away. they don’t judge, they don’t care. it’s actually a breath of fresh air to be transparent! they like seeing that some people are out enjoying their life, and it’s a positive influence so they feel like they can also just have some life during work hours as well.

count the number of hours of meetings you have scheduled during the day. It could just look like 3 meetings, but in reality you could be in meeting for 6 hours. Those are “worked” hours! you already worked for 6 hours! don’t do any additional work because you’re not gonna be there mentally. also, checking slack/outlook & prioritizing information is also doing work. if you did that for 30 minutes, that’s work!

related: it’s ok to work a lot on certain days and just do no work whatsoever on certain days. It’s like that in the office too. people chit chat, catch up, network, go on walks, etc. don’t feel like you have to sit in front of the computer all day. also, it’s ok to log in late on certain days as long as you get things done & stay on top of things lol.

don’t work past a certain time - it’s like, oh i can just finish this feature before and i’ll log in later tomorrow. It NEVER works out like that. There could be surprise meetings scheduled, people could ping you early to figure something out. Just, don’t feel bad about not getting something done and pick it up tomorrow. the evenings are sacred. set hard boundaries and walk away & just don’t answer people. lol. begone!!!

separate work and life devices. ideal: have a separate work phone that you walk away from after work hours. next best: have a work profile set up on the phone and configure it to shut off after 6pm, so you don’t get notifications. use a personal device to do personal things - never really use work devices to do personal things!! work won’t let you view work emails from any device, so why should you let work view your personal emails. it’s just good privacy hygiene.

when i get to go to the office, it’s like a treat! steal all the fancy snacks from the pantry. get fancy teas & free drinks! get nice meals and expense them. stay at nice hotels and relax and pamper myself. be enthusiastic & eager to meet with people & catch up with them. then i can go back into my hole and be all hermit-like. what a deal.

now if i can figure out a way to stay active (other than walks) during the day. i hate working out after work + waking up early to do workouts sounds Bad. maybe one day… but not today. I can’t upset the balance that i painstakingly figured out lol

#i’m so glad that i got the remote permission before the pandemic #bc people are being told to come back to the office 3 times a week #and i can just! never have to do that!!!#and when people say come to the office! i have to be like oh hm.. gotta check with my manager about the budget… sorry….#work shit

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keycarabiner · 7 months

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convalescence (M | 23.3k | 2/3)

Eddie met Steve the year he turned twenty, in a kitchen with peeling yellow wallpaper. Further down the line, he'll remember thinking that the wallpaper was dull in comparison to the glowingly beautiful boy stood at the stove. Even if the boy had the saddest eyes Eddie had ever seen, a deep brown and frosted over like the earth in January. You can be sad and beautiful, Eddie reasoned: wilted roses do not stop being lovely just because they’re looking down instead of up. Or, it’s winter and Steve is stolen.

baby love (G | 2k | 1/1)

Eddie looks better than he has in a long while. His hair is a little shorter and curlier than it was back in March and he’s wearing a short-sleeve Night of the Living Dead t-shirt, proudly displaying the healed, jagged scars that crawl up his arms and neck. His eyes are bright, his mouth fast, his posture relaxed, and he’s— He’s holding a baby. It’s shocking how quickly Steve’s mind goes hysterically loud one moment and then carefully blank the next.

stay safe (T | 4.3k | 1/1 | part 3 of first meetings)

“My name isn’t Junior,” Junior cuts in, like that’s the thing he should be concerned about, not the fact that Steve was calling out his perceived shitty relationship with his father. “Yeah, no shit,” Steve says. “But I don’t know your real name and Hopper calls you Junior, so.” “I’m Eddie. Eddie Munson. I’ve been in your pre-calc class all semester. And gym, but I never go.” “Oh,” Steve says. He recognizes the name, has heard it before, murmured in the halls of Hawkins High or on the back patio during a house party. He’d never been able to put a face to it. Never really cared to. It’s funny how quickly things like that can change.

brighter in the dark (T | 13.9k | 1/1)

Eddie thinks that he’s probably judged Steve too quickly. He thinks Steve’s probably full of surprises, if the past two years are anything to go by. And then, of course, Steve just has to prove him right by stepping out of his BMW in a full sailor suit fantasy that not even the most depraved recesses of Eddie’s mind could have cooked up. Jesus. He’s got the little hat and everything. Cute tiny shorts, too, that are regrettably not as short as the ones included in the Hawkins High gym uniform, but still short enough for Eddie to be able to appreciate Steve’s legs. He has nice legs. Good knees. White socks pulled halfway up his calves, for some reason, stark against his golden tan skin. Wispy little hairs that probably go up his thighs. Eddie needs to stop looking at his legs. “Eddie Munson,” Steve calls as he approaches, his voice all easy and light like they’re actually friends. “Hi.” Eddie blinks at him. Because Eddie's life can never be normal, the summer of '85 finds him working a firework stand just outside of Starcourt Mall, catching up on school work, and tutoring Steve Harrington in all things D&D.

any way the wind blows (M | 26.7k | 4/12)

Steve's mind is carefully blank. It has been from the moment his father walked him to one of the castle’s balconies, the one that oversaw his home kingdom in its entirety, and said the word betrothal. He had suppressed every single thing, every emotion and feeling and conviction that had risen inside of him that very moment, and has continued to suppress them, and he will continue well after he is officially wed tonight—most likely until he takes his final breath. He had known for a while now that this would be his fate. He wishes knowing had made it any easier. From childhood, Prince Stephen of the Northlands has been a disappointment. When his parents forged a new alliance with the Southlands, he did not expect his own hand to factor into the treaty. Yet on the dawn of his twentieth birthday he finds himself being carted off to the capital of the Southlands to marry their infamous bloody-handed warrior, Prince Kas. Prince Kas’ reputation precedes him. But upon his arrival Steve quickly realizes that the Southlands aren’t all that they seem to be, and neither is his betrothed.

let the light in (M | 19.4k | 1/1)

Eddie’s blood sings out for him in a way that is distinctly not-human, and that’s really the final nail in the coffin. The proverbial one, at least. He’s not so sure what happened to the real one. “What did you do?” Eddie asks, when the horror fully sets in and takes over and the dread crawls up from his chest to claw at his throat and choke. He asks, desperately, “Steve, what did you do?” “What I had to,” Steve answers, and Eddie breathes out with decayed lungs, coughs up some more soil, and weeps. Eddie wakes up.

moonbeam (T | 6.1k | 1/1 | part 2 of first meetings)

Eddie hums. “We’ll figure something out,” he tells Steve, like they’re friends or something. Like they’ll see each other somewhere after this and won’t just let their eyes skip over one another’s faces—like they’ll actually call out to one another, sit down, catch up. Steve knows better. Knows their tentative alliance doesn’t exist outside of this mediocre 24-hour diner, at nearly midnight a few days after the Fourth of July. They both know it, Eddie’s just pretending not to. Strangely enough, it doesn’t stop Steve from saying, “Sure.”

in my life (T | 9.5k | 1/1)

Eddie will say goodbye to Dustin and Mike at the same time then move on to the rest. Two birds, one stone. And then he’ll be off. Easy peasy. Except it isn’t, because when has Eddie’s life ever been easy? He drives over to the Wheeler’s place down Maple Street, parks at the curb in front of the house. Stumbles up the front steps and raps on the door a bit. Is so lost in preparing his last-minute improvised goodbye speech that he doesn’t register the fact that Mike Wheeler isn’t the one answering the door until, well— “Eddie?” Steve asks, eyebrows furrowing. Eddie gapes at him stupidly. Eddie is leaving. Steve is doing his damnedest to get him to stay. Also, Holly Wheeler is a fairy princess.

you win some, you lose some (G | 2.3k | 1/1 | part 1 of first meetings)

Eddie hums. His eyes are blazing with something Steve can't really put a name to. “What were you and Hargrove fighting over?” “None of your business.” “Title of Best Car in the Hawkins High senior parking lot? Captaincy for the game in which you throw balls into laundry baskets?” He pauses, leans forward and grins wickedly. “A girl?”

chimera (T | 5.5k | 1/1 | part 1 of transmutation)

“Friend,” the demogorgon repeats. It reaches a hand up. Long and thin and veiny. Distinctly not human. Black beneath the clawed nail. The tip of its finger comes closer and Steve stops breathing right up until it gently brushes the denim of Steve’s vest. Not Steve’s vest. Eddie’s vest. Steve looks down. Jammed onto the finger is a chunky silver ring in the shape of a tombstone.

fixer-upper (T | 20.5k | 3/3 | part 2 of love letters verse)

Steve wakes up the morning of their two-month We-Finally-Got-Our-Shit-Together anniversary to find Eddie staring at him, crouched over at the foot of the bed with his round unblinking eyes like a fucking gargoyle. It should be creepy. Steve is used to this, though, so now it’s just kind of a thing that Eddie does. “What,” Steve says groggily, wiping the drool from his mouth. “Nothing, angel, go back to sleep,” Eddie trills. Or, two months after Steve and Eddie officially get together, Steve finds himself thinking about home, his heart, and how to let go.

you all the way down (T | 6.7k | 1/1)

Steve steels himself, grips his bat tight, and whips open the door. Instead of the kids, or Wayne, or any of the remaining basketball meatheads that have made Eddie’s life a living hell since the spring, a girl is standing on the stoop. She looks about Steve’s age, maybe a couple of years older. She’s short. Petite. She has freckles all over her round face, kind of like Robin does, with the same hair length, although hers is dark and straight with a chic cut to it. She’s wearing all black, ripped jeans and big heeled boots and an oversized denim jacket. Her dark eyes are ringed with smudged eyeliner and look wide, almost frantic; her hand is poised just above the door, and the dozens of thin silver rings on her fingers glint in the early morning sunlight. “Oh,” she says, her voice all airy like she’d run out of breath. “Oh, sorry. I… I must have the wrong place.”

in the meantime (T | 13.3k | 1/1)

Now that Eddie’s officially retired, him and Steve are engaged and they live in a huge house together in a state where apparently, it is currently at least a little bit legal for two people of the same gender to adopt or foster children together. They have a family; not some ragtag mishmash of people bonded by the trauma of surviving multiple apocalypses together, but an actual family. Two parents, a slew of children, and a home. The mismatched decor of the house suddenly makes a lot more sense, the pastel yellow color of the walls in the family room clashing horribly with the stuffed crow and plastic skull on the mantelpiece. It’s so them it hurts. Mike and El went off the grid for a number of years following the death of Henry Creel. Except it seems as though nothing is truly dead and gone, because the Upside-Down reawakens more than ten years later for reasons unknown. They soon find themselves calling everyone to come back to Hawkins and stop the end of the world from happening yet again. Some people have moved on, though.

two-headed calf; twice as many stars (T | 3.6k | 1/1)

The music has stopped. Eddie mutters something about a quick smoke break and slips out the front door, wood planks creaking and settling in his wake. The old guitar is abandoned against the wall. And who would Steve be, if he didn’t follow?

follow the sun (T | 11.1k | 1/1)

Eddie walks into a Michaels Arts and Crafts Store at 4PM on a Sunday stoned out of his goddamn mind and is immediately accosted by the image of Steve Harrington crouched over in the yarn aisle, wearing glasses and an apron over what can only be described as a grandpa sweater.

love letters in your lunch (T | 20.2k | 4/4 | part 1 of love letters verse)

Rumor has it that whenever any one of the seven or so gremlins that Steve has magnanimously decided to adopt sleep over at his ridiculously large and empty house, he’ll get up extra early in the morning and pack them all lunches in brown paper bags. He’ll make them breakfast, too, and drop them off at school with a ruffle of their hair, a slap on their shoulder, or a pep-talk, depending on the kid. Not that Eddie Munson, of all people, would know anything about it. It's October and Steve starts packing Eddie lunches for work. Eddie doesn't know what to do about it.

wake up the dawn (T | 7.6k | 1/1)

The worst part about the secrets is that Steve will eventually find someone else to share them with, someone else to show his big dorky glasses and play a subdued game of Two Truths and a Lie with, and Eddie will fade into the periphery, into the background, into nothing until he dissipates completely. It’s inevitable. That doesn’t make the dull ache right smack dab into the middle of his chest any less painful. Or, Eddie considers grief, hair, secrets, lullabies, and the unattainability of dreams.

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friskynotebook · 2 years

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Comin' Home

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Asian plus size f!reader

A professor!Obi x librarian!reader modern!AU

cw: food, age gap

Summary: In which the reader finds out why Obi-Wan spends all his time hanging out at the library.

A note on the Asian rep in this ‘verse: In this modern AU, the reader is written to be Asian, plus-sized, and female/AFAB. The amount of Asian representation will vary in the different instalments—some will be based heavily in the reader’s culture, others will not. The reader’s culture is based on my own experiences as a mixed-race Chinese woman and is not meant to represent the vast array of Asian cultures.

I also want to give a special shout out to @obiknights and her work Borrowing Privileges—it’s one of my favourite professor!Obi fics and it’s inspired my own AU. Thank you for your talent and friendship, Brit ❤️

The title comes from "At Long Last" from the criminally underrated musical Bright Star. You can listen to Carmen Cusack sing the hell out of this song at the Bright Star reunion concert here.

Also on AO3!

Chinatown AU masterlist

“Who’s in Maroon 5?”

Your head whipped over from your computer screen towards Bail. You were used to his non sequiturs, but sometimes the man surprised you. “What?”

“Who’s in Maroon 5? Like the members,” he said, frowning at his own screen. You peered over and saw he had “She Will Be Loved” playing on his Spotify. That explained it . . . Sort of.

“Um, there’s Adam Levine—”

“I know about Adam Levine, but what about the other ones,” he replied, turning to look at you.

“Well . . .” You trailed off as no names came to your mind. You leaned back in your chair. “I have no idea who’s in Maroon 5.”

“Right?!” Bail exclaimed.

“Like we all know Adam Levine, but I could not tell you who the other members were if my life depended on it.”

“That’s what I’m saying!”

“And even with Adam Levine, all I know is that he exists, he sings in Maroon 5, and he used to be a coach on The Voice. I don’t know, nor do I care to know, anything else about him.”

“He’s like a shitty enigma,” Bail nodded.

“I grew up listening to Maroon 5—their music was a huge part of 2000s pop culture. I like some of their stuff! But I could not pick any of them out of a lineup.”

“Their stuff’s good! But they’re no one’s favorite band or anything—they’re just Maroon 5.” Bail reached over to grab a muffin from the tray of baked goods Obi-Wan had just brought.

“You could put five random white guys in front of me and tell me they’re Maroon 5 and I’d believe you.”

He swallowed a bite. “They don’t even need names. They’re Maroon 1, Maroon 2, Maroon 3, Maroon 4, and Adam Levine is Maroon 5.”

You snorted. “If you wanted to go into witness protection, all you’d have to do is join Maroon 5. No one will know who you are.”

Bail cackled, getting a few looks—including from Obi-Wan, who was standing by the library doors. What is he still doing here? You peered a little closer. Who is he talking to . . . Is that Ahsoka?

Ahsoka Tano has been your best friend since high school and your roommate for the past two years. You both made plans for her to come to your campus from Navarro, your local rival university, so you could meet up for dinner before heading back to your two bedroom apartment in Chinatown.

But how does she know Obi-Wan? You haven’t mentioned him to her . . . that much. Or by name.

You were distracted from your thoughts when you noticed Ahsoka leaving Obi-Wan and coming towards the library services desk. “Hey! Ready to go?” she asked, her braids bouncing against her shoulders.

“Just about. I have to sign out and I’ll be good to go,” you replied, logging out of your staff account and grabbing your stuff.

“I was thinking about going to that place in Little Italy—the one in the old church? We can walk there along the canal since it’s so nice out.”

“Yeah, that sounds good,” you agreed.

“Oh, that place is amazing!” Bail exclaimed. “You have to try the margherita pizza—the best I’ve ever had in the city.”

“Hmm, good to know,” you nodded. Maybe you and Ahsoka could split one. “Don’t work too hard—though I doubt you can get anything done while listening to Maroon 5.”

Bail flipped you off as you laughed, exiting the library and trying not to see if you could still smell Obi-Wan in the air when you walked by where he was standing.

Bail was right—this pizza is delicious.

“See this is why we can only get pizza from Little Italy—Pizza Pizza is ruined compared to this,” Ahsoka said around a mouthful of cheese.

“I mean, Pizza Pizza is objectively the worst pizza chain in the country,” you smirked.

“Still! When they’re right down the street from our place and have those good deals, we have to stay strong and remember good pizza is always worth it.”

“Agreed,” you nodded, taking a sip of iced tea. Now is as good a time as any. “Hey ‘Soka?”

“Yeah?” she mumbled, taking another bite.

“How do you know Obi-Wan?”

“Professor Kenobi?” She swallowed. “He’s, like, best friends with Anakin,” she replied, referring to her mentor in the engineering department at Navarro, Anakin Skywalker. “I see him all the time.”

“Oh,” you said, trying not to furrow your brow. “He’s a professor there?”

“Yeah, philosophy. Not sure what kind of philosophy, though.” Ahsoka narrowed her eyes. “Wait, how do you know Professor Kenobi?”

“Oh,” you repeated, ignoring the blush spreading across your cheeks. “I’ve seen him around the library for the past few days. Thought he taught at Coruscant.”

“Wait.” Ahsoka put down her slice. “Is Obi-Wan Kenobi that cute guy you haven’t shut up about for the past week?”

“I—He—I never said he was cute!” you spluttered.

“You didn’t have to.” She gave a sly grin. “Damn, girl. He is pretty handsome. I can see the appeal.”

“Oh god.” You wished you had ordered wine with dinner, but instead settled for downing some more iced tea.

“Honestly, it makes a lot of sense, now that I think about it.” Ahsoka sipped her water. “You two would be perfect together.”

“‘Soka, there is nothing to make sense of,” you groaned, your face growing more red by the second. “We’re just . . . friendly acquaintances.” Though if he doesn’t even go here, how often will you really be seeing him in the future?

“Suuuuure you are,” Ahsoka raised a brow, picking her slice up again. “You keep telling yourself that.”

You looked up as someone came into the library the next day, lowering your head when the person was not a certain auburn-haired professor.

“He’ll show up,” Bail said, not looking up from his requisition forms.

“Who?” you asked, trying to maintain some shred of dignity.

This time Bail did look up, raising his brow as if to say seriously?

You sighed.

“He comes every day—today shouldn’t be any different.” He took a sip from his Starbucks cup.

“I just want to . . . ask him something.” After last night’s revelations, it took everything in you to wait until your next shift to see Obi-Wan. You didn’t feel unsafe knowing he wasn’t a professor at Coruscant—you were certain no one else made you feel as safe as he did. But you were curious.

Why was he here?

“Obi-Wan!” Bail called out.

Your head jerked up, wincing at the sudden movement. As if your thoughts had summoned him, Obi-Wan Kenobi strode towards the library services desk carrying a newspaper and a Twiggs cup, his crow’s feet crinkling.

“Hello there,” he grinned, settling at his usual place—in front of the desk, beside your station. “Enjoyed the treats yesterday?”

“Of course,” you smiled back. “Though I was lucky to get any.” You cut your eyes over at Bail.

“What? Like I was gonna turn down anything from Chippers.”

“No one could stop you if they tried,” you teased. “How was your evening, Obi-Wan?”

“Good. Quiet,” he replied. “Nothing like a cup of tea and a good book on a fall evening.”

God that sounds heavenly. “Y-yeah,” you nodded, turning back to your screen. “Sounds perfect.”

He gave you a fond smile. “And you? How was your evening?”

You glanced at him, finding your opportunity. “Also good. I went out to dinner with Ahsoka Tano.”

His brows raised in recognition. “You know Ahsoka?”

“Yeah, we’re best friends and roommates.”

“Oh, so you’re the famous roommate she’s always talking about.”

“That would be me,” you nodded, leaning closer. “She told me she knew you.”

“She does,” he teased.

“Because you teach philosophy at her school—at Navarro.”

Something you couldn’t quite decipher clouded his eyes. He nodded. “That’s true.”

“And yet here you are.”

“Here I am,” he murmured, leaning a little closer. You could feel the faint whisper of his breath on your skin.

“You don’t even go here,” you blurted out.

He threw his head back and laughed, and the loss you felt as he moved away from you was replaced by a warmth in your belly at the sound of his laughter.

When he finally calmed down enough to speak, he replied, “That’s actually not entirely true, my dear.”

This surprised you. “Oh?”

“The reason I’m at Coruscant so often is because I’m replacing an ailing professor with one of their courses this semester.”

“Oh,” you repeated, unable to form a complete thought.

“With the option to take over if all goes well this semester. Maybe take on another if I wished.”

“But—aren’t you still teaching at Navarro?”

“Oh yes. The department head over there worked it out with the department head here. Apparently this sort of thing is quite common with Navarro and Coruscant professors.”

“Right,” you nodded. “So . . . you’ll be around more often?”

“Yes,” he grinned, a lock of hair falling in his face. He pushed it back and your stomach flipped. “Once my course starts next week. There’s a bit of a delay while the admin is sorted out.”

Wait—next week? But why would he have been here all this time, hanging around the library? “You seem to be making a head start, with all the time you’ve spent here,” you asked, running a hand through your own hair.

“Well, I’ve found the librarians to be . . . most helpful,” he replied, his rich voice gliding through the space between you two.

“T-that’s what we do,” you said, trying to compose yourself. “Support the students. And faculty.”

His face went pink, but he didn’t break eye contact—and his smile grew more warm. “I look forward to taking advantage of that support in the future.”

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chazz-is-a-zelda-fan · 2 years

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i’m not okay i’m not okay i’m not okay/srs

my parents are arguing in the next room. he says she cheated. she says she loves him. i cant decide please god if you’re out there and listening don’t you dare make me decide again- i can’t decide again i can’t DO THIS AGAIN

i lost my mother once and i hated it. 3 separate abusive shitty households that have given me scars i carry TO THIS DAY. i will NEVER forgive Mark, Angie, Leo or Janie for the HELL they put me through.

God, if the past 4 years were just a prelude to this, i wish you had killed me in those houses. I wish i had died from Mark, I wish Angie tried to kill me too, I wish Janie made me starve and I wish Leo would kick me out. Anything but this Hell.

What did I do? I was the perfect kid- my report cards are flawless, I’m a fairly good artist, I try my best to be a good sibling for my sister, I’m trying and I always tell them I love them so WHY?! WHY CAN’T I HAVE WHAT I DESERVE?!

THESE PAST 15 YEARS HAVE BEEN FUCKING HELL! I JUMP WHEN SOMEONE TALKS TOO LOUD. I CRY WHEN SOMEONE TALKS TO ME IN A LOUD VOICE, I HATE THE SIGHT OF KNIVES, CIGARETTES SMELL LIKE THE HOME I DON’T HAVE! I HAVE BEEN THROUGH SO MUCH SHIT! I DESERVE A LIFE!

I DESERVE TO BE A NORMAL TEENAGER! I DESERVE THAT! AFTER BEING WITH A LYING CHEATING DRINKING SMOKING PHYSICALLY AND VERBALLY ABUSIVE MARK, A MENTALLY SHATTERED ANGIE, A CONTROLLING FATSHAMING EMOTIONALLY MANIPULATIVE JANIE AND THE EQUALLY CONTROLLING AND MANIPULATIVE LEO, I DESERVE A HOME.

I DESERVE MY MOTHER. I DESERVE TO BE HOME WITH HER AFTER YEARS OF MISSING HER.

I DESERVE MY FATHER. HE HAS LOVED ME MORE THAN MARK OR LEO EVER HAVE AND HE MADE ME FEEL LOVED. LIKE I HAD A FAMILY!

I WANTED TO GRADUATE IN THIS TOWN. I HAVE A RIVALRY GOING ON- I HAVE FRIENDS I LOVE- I HAVE MY OWN FOUND FAMILY! PLEASE I DON’T WANT TO LEAVE AGAIN I CAN’T! PLEASE! PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE.

i’ve been crying for an hour.

im sorry.

#mech’s being serious for once

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emeraldsage98 · 1 year

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I posted 516 times in 2022

20 posts created (4%)

496 posts reblogged (96%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@usagi323

@gentrychild

@araceil

@agent-teacup

I tagged 474 of my posts in 2022

Only 8% of my posts had no tags

#it's queue to you sir! - 219 posts

#it’s queue to you sir! - 92 posts

#fanart - 74 posts

#takami keigo - 71 posts

#bnha hawks - 62 posts

#hawks - 61 posts

#bnha fanart - 60 posts

#dabihawks - 51 posts

#dabi - 48 posts

#boku no hero academia - 48 posts

Longest Tag: 77 characters

#ngl im tempted to watch stranger things solely for the context of this gifset

My Top Posts in 2022:

Takami Shinya and Takami Keigo going grocery shopping at 3am by @tangerinegod

Commissioned by the wonderful, incredible best friend that is @usagi323

This was one of the most incredible birthday gifts I’ve ever gotten and I absolutely adore it - especially how the artist like pulled my image of Shinya straight out of my head.

If anyone is unfamiliar with the names - Takami Shinya is my and Usagi’s OC version of Keigo’s (the future pro-hero Hawks) dad. He’s a decent human being, an above average parent, and would probably kill a bitch if they touched his lil’ chick. And the image above - the two Takamis grocery shopping past the witching hour - comes straight out of one of my fanfics: gon’ pop like trouble

All of which means I can finally tell people who ask: MEET TAKAMI SHINYA

AHHHHH, I’M SO EXCITED

If you’re interested in more Takami Shinya, or Takami family cuteness, check out The Thief and His Chick on AO3

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Summary: Keigo's life was a monotony. Work until he drops, wake up, do it all over again. There was nothing else in his future - save his ultimate, exhausted death one day - doing his duty as a deity of Life under the Madam's control was all that existed since he'd been stolen away. The only relief - the only moments of joy in his life, outside of the people he helped, came from Dabi.

And Dabi, well. Dabi had a problem with that.

20 notes - Posted April 29, 2022

I see your "Alfred is a Disney Princess" characterization and raise you "Walt Disney met Alfred and then based his princesses of HIM."

We can be friends.

That's a fucking fantastic raise, and I love it and am adopting it as a HC immediately.

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Summary: It was so unfair, Keigo thought, that Dabi was using that voice. Keigo couldn't say no to it, and he knew that.

Especially when his shitty boyfriend had given Keigo more than enough reasons to dump his toxic ass.

Notes: Inspired, yet again, by one of @tiredhawks’s posts on tumblr, linked here for your convenience. Fic is definitely best read while listening to Dove Cameron’s Boyfriend, on repeat if that is your preference (as that’s certainly mine).

31 notes - Posted June 5, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Summary: “Sensitive, little bird?” he asked gleefully, delightedly, his smirk just shy of wicked as Keigo glared at him and didn’t deny it. He didn’t have to though, since Dabi could see the answer as it stared at him. Saw it in the way Keigo couldn’t stop the discreet but unmistakable shiver that came over him as Dabi dragged a warm thumb down the feather’s barbs, gentle but noticeable pressure mixed with a heat his birdie was all too weak to. Saw it in the way those keen eyes slid half-mast, unfocused for a split second as the sensation registered and overwhelmed him, just until Keigo could reign it back under control.

Oh, Dabi could have some fun with this. At least, until the thought hits him.

Notes: Inspiration sparked by the contemplations in "this post" by @tiredhawks on tumblr!

Title based on the Emily Dickinson poem: "hope is the thing with feathers"

33 notes - Posted May 23, 2022

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Describe your hometown. What's it like there? Shitty. What did you do yesterday evening? My mom was here visiting and we watched the finale of Only Murders in the Building. Are you comfortable with leaving the house without any makeup on? Yeah. I stopped wearing makeup like 4 years ago. Do you have any expensive hobbies? No. What length do you like to keep your nails at? My nails are barely there cause I always pick at them.

What's your favorite memory with your last ex? The day trip we took to his hometown. We went out to eat at this place where the owners knew him and his family, walked around town looking at various shops, got ice cream, and then had a drink at this outdoor bar. It was just a really nice time. Have you ever felt physical pain in a dream? Hm. I don’t think so. What is the oldest online account that you still use? I made my Facebook back in 2008. My main Tumblr was created in 2009. Have you ever had Christmas carolers come to your house and sing for you? No, that’s not a thing here. I’m curious if that still happens in some places and where. Do you know anyone whose family has lived in the same house for ... 3+ generations? Not that I’m aware of. What was the last video game you beat? I think it was the last Life is Strange game. What's your favorite Studio Ghibli film? I’ve never seen any of them. What did you learn from your last failed relationship? I ignored and let certain things go because I didn’t want it to end, but nope not doing that again. What country does your favorite band hail from? The US. What's something on your to-do list that never actually gets done? I’ve been trying to get my shit together for years. I guess this 3 month hospital stay and getting on track with some things is a start. Have you ever been really passionate about something but then lost interest? If so, what was it? I just find it so weird that I don’t listen to music anymore. Like, it’s rare now for me to listen to music when before I didn’t go a day without it. It’s been like this for the past couple years now and I don’t know why. Do you sleep with the TV or the radio on? I sleep with the TV on. What's the worst thing about being male/female (whichever you are)? I had the worst PMS, but since I no longer have a menstrual cycle I no longer have that problem. What movie has the best special effects? Hmm. I don’t know. How many work hours per week is too much for you? I’ve never had a job. What habit is essential to your daily life? Taking my medicine and having my coffee. What is your favorite documentary? I don’t have a particular favorite. When did you last have a vision test? It’s been a few years. I seriously need to get a new pair of glasses, but I don’t know when I’ll be able to schedule an appointment. What do you typically eat for breakfast? I typically just had eggs and toast. What are three things you need to do tomorrow? I might actually, f I n a l l y, be going home tomorrow! The main thing I need to get done is this swallow test thing so I can hopefully be cleared to eat and drink. After that, I suppose it’d just be the typical discharge stuff.

#personal #text #survey #surveys

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HELLAUR POOKIE I MISSED YOU RAHHHH it has been a serious hot minute since ive been back here hello everyone hello star hello every single 85 anons (woah thats a lot) RAHHH first of all i reread all of your anon asks and your personal updates on your blog and im really upset to hear that youre taking down all of your small drabbles and requests (rip my favorite minho biker story <//3) but honestly i totally do understand where you stand on this and i respect your opinion im just glad youre still here and staying with us !!! (im chaining up your ankles and keeping you here forever who's in who's basement now huh !! yeah thats what i thought !!! [we have conjoined basements])

I MISSED YOU STAR RAHHH i was going through yet another week of "oh shit i think my mental health is depleting but im going to pretend that its not at a critical level right now and immerse myself in studies and hope it goes away" but in fact it did not go away and i dont know how i feel right not BUT ITS OKAY because im rewatching komi cant communicate and i made my 84th spotify playlist on my fifth spotify account and i used to use 4 spotify accounts during 2022-2023 so this is probably like my 600th smth playlist but yk!!! (i made a total of like 30+ this year so far im goign crazy star help me)

speaking of i shoudl send you my new playlist on discord ALSO i saw you and an anon talking about 505 RAHHHHH ARCTIC MONKEYS <333333 i used to be a huge arctic monkeys fan but now im getting back into them i literally have a 505 phase RIGHT NOW ive been listenign to it on loop !!! idk why im so energetic right now rahh i missed you lots oh yeah also !!! my $50 temu package arrived and i like freaked out about it for like a solid 15 minutes then proceeded to lose my ring and brand new keychain in like the next 2 hours (im so upset) its okay though cs they were like 50 cents each i can rebuy it !!! (im still upset) star im not kidding im serious when i say ive spent over 90 bucks on temu during hte past like 3-4 months please help me star im going insane my friends keep saying that im such a loyal temu customer that atp the company is going to start recruiting me to be one of their asian workers in china and ill be enslaved earning two pennies a day for the rest of my life

did you knwo peppermint candy is good

~《☘️》

HIIIIIIIII POOOOKIEEEEE RAHHHHHH I MISSED YOU SO MUCH HOW ARE YOU HOW’S IT GOINGNTHTJFJDKDKDJ I will gladly remain shackled to the confines that are tumblr. I love it here (mostly) I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH RAHHH‼️‼️‼️‼️

I’m SOOOO sad about my shorter drabbles (biker!minho story was literally my fav one by FAR oh my god) but hopefully they can pick up again in the future 💔💔 fuck you wattpad thieves. We all booed !

ANYWAYS I MISSED YOU TOOOO I was also having a shitty mental health week and I’ve just been insanely busy like I haven’t had a single second this week to just sit down and take a fucking breather!!!! But we made it to the weekend and I’m alive RAHHHH star lives to see another weekend of interacting w her beloved anons and consuming kpop content 💯💯 I hope you’re doing better though my sweet angel!!!! April has been so shitty but I know we’re gonna make it out of it alive somehow 🫶 ALSO YES SEND ME ALL THE SPOTIFY PLAYLISTS I NEED SO MUCH NEW MUSIC TO LISTEN TO ‼️‼️ I’ve been listening to the arctic monkeys nonstop again bc I was talking about them on here I LOVEEEE HOW WE’RE BOTH BACK IN 505 PHASE SOOOO REAL

PLELWKAKSLDKSKEKDKR RHE TEMU PART 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 CRYINGNTJTNGNFMEMEJ THAT’S me at the fucking kpop store near my HOUSEEEMEKEKE I SPENT $200 THERE TODAY AND IM GOING BQDK TOMORROW BC THEY GOT THE NEW JHOPE KEYCHAINS AND BEANIES IN STOCK I NEED RHEM SOOOO BAD. YOU AND ME RETAIL THERAPY TOGETHER ERA WHEN 😍😍😍😍🫶

Also peppermint candy is good but not as good as you I love you so much RAHHHHH I MISSED YOU SO BADDDJEKSKSKSKS

#☘️ anon #ask

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