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artificialqueens · 3 years

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Colors Burst (Adore-Centric) - Candy Cane

A/N: sooooo this is the first fic for this fandom that im posting yay :D no, i am not used to this so i really hope none of my characterizations are awful dfdsfddfs anyways, this is 100% completely just self-indulgent do not mind me. i really hope you enjoy!! <3

It starts as a headache just something sitting in the back of her head, making her have to work a little harder for every word, every thought, every movement. Adore isn’t bothered by it, sometimes it ebbs away enough for her to think it’s gone completely, and sometimes it comes back strong enough to keep her down for an hour or so. Adore just takes a couple painkillers and moves on with her life.

It’s been a week now, though. The headache is persistent, and she hasn’t been getting enough sleep, and sometimes it makes her so dizzy or nauseous she can’t eat. She knows she can’t ignore it much longer, because her friends and her roommates are starting to notice and she really doesn’t think it’s that important.

When Courtney brings home dinner for everyone, and Adore can’t get out out of bed because of this stupid fucking headache, she almost feels broken. A week of sleepless nights and zero productivity fueled by a pain she doesn’t know the cause of and simply can’t control. It’s hell.

Courtney comes looking for her, of course. The bedroom door being opened sends in a wave of light from the hallway that makes Adore groan with another spike of pain. Adore brings the blanket up over her eyes to block the light out, and she tries not to feel bad when she hears Courtney’s little worried gasp.

She listens to Courtney come over to her bedside, then the blonde rubs a comforting hand along Adore’s shoulder, and whispers, “What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

Adore rolls over and opens her eyes in a squint in order to look at her without making the headache worse. Her long-time friends looks as pretty and put together as she always does, and it feels good to know that at least someone’s doing well.

“My head…” Adore groans, and melts into the feeling of Courtney’s long fingers rubbing gently against her scalp.

“Oh dear…” Courtney frowns, “I’ll get you some water and panadol, maybe some food will help too.”

Adore just groans again and pushes her face into her pillow.

“Not hungry,” Adore mutters, but it’s so muffled she knows Courtney probably can’t understand her.

“What was that?” Courtney asks, sweet as ever. Adore hates being right sometimes.

She pulls her head back up and says again, “‘m not hungry!” and then promptly face plants back into her pillow.

Courtney rolls her eyes, “Well you have to eat, and an empty stomach doesn’t usually help a headache. Have you eaten anything today?”

Adore shrugs her shoulders, knowing that Courtney wouldn’t count a questionably old pack of skittles as real food. “Adore,” Courtney admonishes her, sounding almost exactly like someone’s mom.

“Hey, you guys good?” Katya says, and Adore realizes that now the whole fucking house is gonna be aware she’s acting like a baby. Again.

“Yeah, Adore just has a headache,” Courtney replies, and Adore buries her head deeper into her pillow.

“Oh, is that what’s been bugging her lately?”

“What do you mean?” And Coutney sounds concerned enough for Adore to feel a sense of guilt rising up within her.

Adore knows they’re talking about her, but she’s in so much pain she doesn’t even care. She just tunes it out. If they decide to kick her out for being whiney she’ll just go pout to Alaska and hope it garners enough sympathy for her to stay with her until she finds a new place. Maybe she can move into Bianca’s spare bedroom, or she’ll live on the streets singing for coins until she gets spontaneously found by a producer and lives in hotel rooms going on tour for the next three years-

“Adore?” Katya says gently, almost conspiratorially.

The younger turns her face over, and opens her eyes just enough to find herself practically nose to nose with the Russian.

“Uhhh… hi?” Adore whispers, knowing she should be used to this by now, even if she really isn’t.

“Hi,” Katya grins, big and goofy and it makes Adore feel a little better.

They stare at each other for a solid five seconds, Katya grinning and Adore knowing she probably looks like a stunned goldfish, and then Katya breaks out into a wheezing laughter that gets Adore smiling too.

“You’re so crazy,” Adore giggles.

Katya nods along with her, “Yes I am, but that’s not news.” Adore opens her mouth to say something silly, but winces when another shot of pain reverberates through her skull, and instead she whimpers out, “Fuck.”

Katya makes a sympathetic, worried sound that stresses Adore more. She hates worrying people. She hates coming off as a burden, as someone who needs to be constantly taken care of. Adore’s scared that that’s all she does.

“Oh, hon…” Katya grimaces, “Courtney should be back with something here in a second, okay?”

Adore nods, but pulls the blanket back over her face unhappily. Katya chuckles, and reaches around so she can lightly scratch her long, manicured nails along Adore’s scalp. They sit like that for a couple minutes, and even though it isn’t making Adore want to fall asleep, it’s still really nice. It’s nice to know her friends care so much even though she’s a hyperactive toddler (as Bianca likes to say).

“Okay, I’ve got just the thing,” Courtney says as she walks back in, all brisk steps and unshakable confidence. Adore will never not be amazed by her.

Two painkillers and a cup of warm lemon ginger tea later, Adore’s able to sit up and have a lamp on in her room. Katya and Courtney teased and joked with each other the whole time, and Adore was grateful for it. For everything.

She’s sitting in her bed, listening to those two crazies be absolutely perfect when they all hear a very sarcastic shout from the kitchen of, “I’m home! Thanks for the welcome party!”

…Causing all three of the other girls to break into uproarious laughter. Not a second later, Trixie, very clearly unamused, is leaning against Adore’s door frame, blonde hair tied up in a neat bun, lips pretty and pink, just like always. Consistency, normalcy, feels so good to Adore.

“Hi honey, how was work?” Katya asks with the world’s cheekiest smile, making Trixie roll her eyes.

“Ha ha,” Trixia says blandly.

The woman then straightens up and goes to give each of them a hug. Adore’s last, but she does notice that the one arm embrace lingers. She doesn’t mind.

“Bad day?” Trixie frowns.

“She’s got a headache,” Courtney says, squeezing Adore’s hand.

“Still?”

And oh shit Adore forgot she mentioned it to her earlier this week. Fuck, fuck, fuck. She doesn’t look up from the bottom of her empty tea cup, and wishes not for the first time she was invisible. Why does he have roommates again? She’s a loner, a lone wolf, an outcast, she does better alone. Fucking rent is definitely too high in this town.

“‘Still!?’” Katya and Courtney repeat in perfect fucking unison.

Three pairs of eyes turn to her, and Adore once again wishes she could just disappear.

Adore pouts and rolls the tea spoon between her fingers just so she has something to do with her anxious hands, “It’s two separate headaches. I think, maybe… I dunno!”

“Oh, honey, no…” Trixie sighs.

“Have you been getting enough sleep? Food? Water?” Courtney asks rapidly, her brow creasing in a way that alone serves to make Adore worse.

“Look, I’m fine! I’m not dying,” Adore says, trying and failing to keep the exasperation out of her voice, “Can we please go eat now? I’m starving.”

It must’ve been that last little bit of her usual self that got Courtney her roommates to concede, even if just begrudgingly.

Adore can’t deny how good it feels to sit around the kitchen with her friends, as if nothing was ever wrong, as if she isn’t incredibly pathetic sometimes. She loves watching Katya pretend to throw a noodle across the room at Trixie, she loves listening to Courtney babble on about her day, she loves Trixie’s excited laughter at every joke. It’s so… perfect.

Adore grins and laughs along with them, her headache ebbing away for now. She knows eventually she’ll have to face mother-henning and concern, no matter how awful it makes her feel. So for now Adore holds onto this moment, because it’s a really good fucking moment.

#rpdr fanfiction #adore delano #courtney act #katya zamolodchikova #trixie mattel #gen fic #fluff #hurt/comfort #angst #caretaking #lesbian au #cisgirl au #colors burst #candy cane #concrit welcome

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yoursummerfrost · 4 years

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Ask meme time! Pick three fics you have written, post a favorite section of each and explain why it is your favorite. Then, pass it on!

How could you ask me to choose between my children?! :P This is fun, though, thank you! I’ll pick three fics that have gotten less traffic compared to my others :) Going under the cut ‘cause it’s kinda long!

from my bones, wrapped around you:

"Mazikeen," Lucifer calls. Maze bites the inside of her cheek and walks back out into the living room. Everyone is sitting on the couch except for Eve—who's hovering near the piano where Maze left her—and Lucifer, at the bar. "At least let me pour you a drink, before you go?"

Maze swallows, looking at all of them. Linda is smiling at her. Trixie's in Chloe's lap, holding a glass of chocolate milk.

Lucifer gestures with her favorite bottle of scotch.

"Okay," she says, and slides onto a stool to watch him pour.

There's quiet conversation behind them; someone talks about calling Ella and Dan. Lucifer slides the glass into her hand and she can't think of drinking it.

"I worried about you, while I was gone," he tells her. "I hoped you were well."

She swirls the scotch around, watching how it reflects the light. "It doesn't really matter how I was."

"I've no idea what you mean," he says.

"I'm supposed to live in the moment, right?" Maze finally takes a drink, rolling the sting around on her tongue. "Benefits of being soulless."

"Mazikeen," Lucifer says, and his voice cracks with something she has to chase down her throat. "I've never lost sleep over your soul. But I care very much about your heart."

Maze's second thought is of the balcony. How she could jump off of it, and he'd use those wings that once upon a time he made her hack off to catch her. Her third thought is about glass, and how it breaks.

Her first thought is, You're home.

Maze chugs the rest of her scotch and tells him, "Make the next one a double."

It’s hard to pick one snippet from this fic, because there were so many little moments where I wanted this reflection of soullessness to weave itself together. Ultimately I went with the culmination, which is this interaction between Maze and Lucifer. These are two people who went from being all each other had to drifting apart while they tried to grow. And now, trying to navigate this horrible mess of lingering loyalty and growing resentment, Lucifer reaches out with this peace offering--pouring her a drink, which is a refrain from the show.

Throughout the fic, Maze has been grappling with her lack of a soul. Rivers told her that she had one, Amenadiel suggested she could grow one. Eve is fixated on the freedom that being soulless brings. And Lucifer, who stood with her in Hell and abandoned her on Earth, says this: it doesn’t matter how you were created, or what you were born with. I see who you’ve become.

from truth (like blood under fingernails):

"You didn't fool me," Dan argues. "I know you."

"No," Lucifer says, "you don't."

Dan takes another step forward. "I do."

"I'm the Devil!"

Dan throws his hands up and snaps, "I know," and Lucifer snarls, "Do you?" and his face is gone, charred and blistering like it's been peeled off under a blowtorch, and—

Dan thinks, Did you do that, too? and—

He understands, suddenly. The mutilated wings he can't touch and the nauseous fear that curls up and hisses in his own belly and the fucking horror of what can you make out of this?

"It won't work," he says, and takes a gnarled hand up in his own. "I'm so fucking tired of running away, Lucifer. I won't do it again."

Lucifer's face flickers back into place. He says, "I don't understand."

Dan swallows. He looks down, traces a careful finger over the ring on Lucifer's hand. "You can't push me away because you're scared. I won't let you."

"You need to leave," Lucifer insists.

"Tell me you don't want me," Dan says. He looks up, meets the confusion in Lucifer's eyes. "You never lie, right? If you can tell me that you don't fucking want me—that you don't want me here—I'll go."

Lucifer's lips purse. He laughs, softly, this beautiful wide-eyed thing spreading across his face. Dan always wants to touch the space between his eyebrows when he looks like that—the gentle furrow of them.

"You still owe me a favor," Lucifer says.

Dan frowns, a little amused. "I… yeah, I do."

"And you'd do anything?" Lucifer asks. "Whatever I asked of you?"

"Of course." Dan reaches as Lucifer pulls his hand away. "Luce, I don't understand."

Lucifer smiles and cups Dan's cheek with the hand and kisses him, chaste and gentle and with the faintest taste of salt even though Dan can't remember him crying, and he feels as all-encompassing as he always does right up until he pulls away.

"Leave me."

Dan opens his eyes, feeling— "What?"

"Pay me my due," Lucifer says, gently. "And leave me."

Hoo, boy. First of all, this fic was supposed to be like 16k of enemies to lovers hate sex, and then it wasn’t. But the penultimate scene is my favorite because of the way we finally see Dan and Lucifer’s hangups smashing against each other--Dan is always running, and Lucifer is always pushing people away. But Dan is finally ready to be brave, and he quite literally sees Lucifer at his worst and wants to stay anyway. So he uses Lucifer’s Devil-ness against him, and gives him an ultimatum to force his hand.

And Lucifer’s response has a lot of layers: at first, he’s genuinely trying to push Dan away with his Devil face. But then there’s a shift that we don’t necessarily understand until the finale scene. For most of the fic, Lucifer has been hanging this favor that Dan owes him over Dan’s head; it’s been in a pretty light-hearted way for Dan, who can’t think of much he wouldn’t do for Lucifer. But for Lucifer, who cares so deeply about free will--who Fell for it, the idea of having that control over Dan was unthinkable. So Lucifer cashes in the favor by forcing Dan to leave him, which is the one thing Dan wouldn’t do of his own free will--thus simultaneously exercising Lucifer’s power over Dan and freeing him from it.

from a heart i couldn’t silence:

"I miss pigeons," says Julian. "I mean, some would say seagulls are effectively the pigeons of the coast, but there's subtleties. Pigeons have a humbleness to them that I can respect—seagulls think they're better than us."

Yen barks out a laugh before she can stop herself. "That's the most incomprehensible pile of bullshit I've ever heard."

"It's not!" Julian insists. "You know I'm right, Yennefer."

Yen rolls her eyes and looks over at Ciri; she's smiling now, her hands still wringing her sweatshirt while she talks to the group.

"... I never thanked you, you know," Julian says abruptly.

Yen shifts uncomfortably. "For what, not failing you? It was for my own benefit—I couldn't risk you retaking my fucking class. I would've killed you and prison isn't in my five year plan."

Julian says, "For Geralt."

Yennefer loathes playing dumb. It's beneath her in every way. She asks, "What about him?"

"There was a month and a half period where I got really into playing 'Jolene' on guitar," Julian answers.

Yen's nostrils flare. "I don't want to play six degrees of separation with your brain right now, Julian."

She can tell it hits too hard by the way his posture changes. She doesn't apologize.

"I know that if you'd asked him not to, he wouldn't have ever…" Julian trails off, but she'll grant him that measure of obscurity. "I mean, I just—I know it makes you uncomfortable. You don't really like me. And I love him more than pretty much anything and… thank you, for that."

What do you love more? Yen wonders. Says nothing about it or anything else that could lead the point of a dagger to somewhere soft.

Remarkably, a crab skitters across the wooden walkway and into the brackish water of the creek.

Julian says, "Forget I said anything," at the same exact time Yen tells him, "It was the way he smiled at you."

"I'm sorry?" Julian asks.

"People like you and I," Yen says slowly, "learned how to be greedy. Geralt doesn't want loudly, or often. He's convinced he isn't made for it."

Julian says softly, "I know."

"And he smiled at you," Yen says, "like he wanted to be wrong."

Look, this scene isn’t even really the point of the fic, so much as it’s setting up for a story like 3 or 4 fics later in the series, but I’m low-key deeply obsessed with yennskier and I just really love this dynamic for them. This mutual dislike that morphs into begrudging respect, and slowly they uncover how similar they are in key ways? I eat that shit up. Also, they’re having this interaction coming off of some joint protectiveness over Ciri, which is also my shit.

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writethehousedown · 4 years

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storm. (Ninex) -- meggie

A/N: Welcome to the spring fling installment of “Meggie projects far too much of herself onto Nina West.” This is the teachers AU if you remember that one from waaaay back at Christmas. You don’t have to read that one first to understand this one, but if Ninex is your jam, why not give it a go?

Thank you as always to Mia for hand-holding and support and reminding me when I use words too many times. Love you big.

Come keep me company this week as I start distance teaching! I’m @janssports and I love all things Drag Race.

Out of all her coworkers, Nina would not have picked Monet to be the one who was afraid of thunderstorms.

Monet is so cool. So calm and collected all the time. It isn’t like her to be fazed by anything, let alone a little thunder and lightning on a Wednesday afternoon in April.

They’ve been dating since Christmas, officially a couple since Valentine’s Day, and Nina has to stop herself from telling Monet that she loves her at the end of every single one of their phone calls. She knows it; she’s absolutely certain of it, but she can’t be the one to bring it up, won’t be the one to embarrass herself by falling into that ridiculous (and true, who is she kidding) lesbian stereotype about falling too hard too fast.

Nina herself loves storm season almost as much as she loves Monet; she loves the electricity in the air, the way the clouds swirl and melt together into the most interesting shapes. Before she decided to become a teacher, she’d briefly entertained the idea of becoming a meteorologist, but that hadn’t lasted long.

(Mostly because Heather Marshall had teased her relentlessly after their career day presentations in the ninth grade.

“A meteorologist?” she’d scoffed. “With those thighs? Honey, they want their viewers to be able to actually see the radar screen.”

So Nina had ripped up her cue cards and bit her lip until it bled to keep the tears from spilling down her cheeks. If she’d been thinking straight, she realized later, Nina could have calmly explained that she hadn’t meant TV meteorologist anyway; she’d meant the ones who work in the labs crunching numbers and analyzing data and making predictions. But the damage to her frail self-worth was done, so she tucked away her meteorological dream next to the one where she was starring in her Broadway debut—discarded for the same reason—and told her career pathways teacher that she’d changed her mind because she just wasn’t that great at math.)

But she’d always retained a soft spot for the weather, especially in the spring when it turned volatile and delicious.

When late March and early April roll around, Nina throws open the curtains and hoists up the blinds to give her students (and herself) unfettered sight lines to the sky and whatever may develop from the storms.

The meteorologists have been up in arms about this day for at least the past week, going as far as to issue a Weather Alert Day two days ago and Nina feels the excitement bubbling just under her skin when she hears the first rumble of thunder just after nine.

She’s giving a test, which gives her a reason to wander about her room, watching for the tell-tale signs of cheating, but also allows for glances to the window, where the sky grows darker and darker with each passing class period.

At lunch, she can tell that Monet is on edge. Monet’s knee bounces nervously under the table with each crack of thunder and when the lights flicker, she actually jumps.

Nina’s practically giddy. Not for Monet’s uncomfortable state, but for the unpredictable weather raging outside.

Monet glances at her with a grimace. “Can you just. Like stop being so excited that we might die later?”

Nina places a hand on her chest. “Okay, first of all—dramatic; you’re not going to die. Secondly, have you always been this afraid of storms?”

“I’m not afraid, okay. And it’s not the storms.” Monet scoffs. “I can handle storms. It’s when there are predicted tornados; that worries me.”

Nina clicks her tongue and reaches across the table to take her girlfriend’s hand.

A few chairs down, Katya licks her finger and sticks it up by her head, like she’s testing the nonexistent wind.

“I wouldn’t worry, Monet,” Katya says breezily. “Doesn’t feel very stormy to me.”

The lights flicker again with the next clap of thunder.

Across from Nina, Monet whimpers.

***

It’s the middle of fifth period when it happens, and Nina’s stomach swoops uncomfortably because she knows what this means for everyone, but especially Monet.

Her phone buzzes in her pocket with the warning and the text from Monet comes through in tandem with the overhead announcement.

“Teachers, please escort students to the cafeteria at this time. Students, remain with your class at all times.”

Nina tells her students to leave their tests on the desks and grab only their phones, then she swings open her classroom door as the eerie sound of the tornado siren pierces through the din of the moving crowds. She’s just made sure the last of her students are out of the classroom when she glances down at her phone.

Monet: fuck this, nina

***

They seat their classes together in the cafeteria, and Monet’s eyes are wide and worried; she bites her lip as she counts heads to ensure all 24 of her students have made it to the cafeteria.

Nina goes through her roster as well, and they give their report to Ms. Visage when she comes by to collect their numbers. As soon as her students are settled, Nina takes a detailed glance around the cafeteria. A few of the girls are crying, but they seem to be clinging closely to their friends and cell phones. Still, Nina makes a mental note to check back with them right after she talks to Monet.

Monet has her back pressed against the cool cinder block wall and she’s tapping furiously on her phone screen.

“Hey,” Nina says quietly, sidling up beside her. She isn’t sure how to approach this sensitive topic.

“Stupid app won’t work on this piece of garbage,” Monet mutters, still tapping wildly. “I just wanted to look at the radar.” She looks up at Nina then, eyes full of panic and unshed tears, so Nina throws caution to the wind and embraces her.

“It’s okay. They’re turning the TVs on.”

And they are. Trixie is standing in front of the flat screen TV in the front of the cafeteria, looking for local weather coverage. Katya is watching both hers and Trixie’s class, entertaining the kids with stories or jokes or something else that only Katya can get away with. (She’ll have them all doing yoga before this is over if she gets her way.)

Monet sets her jaw and inhales deeply. “I fucking hate storms, Neens,” she whispers, grasping for Nina’s hand. “I know you like them and all, but… I just hate them.”

Nina nods. “I know. I’m sorry this is happening.”

Monet shakes her head. “Aren’t you even a little worried?”

Nina shrugs, just as the lights in the cafeteria flicker twice and then stay off.

There’s a collective gasp and someone screams and the emergency lights click on one at a time, casting the cafeteria in a pale yellow wash.

“What do you think that means?” one of the sophomores sitting at the table in front of them asks. Nina won’t have her until next year, but she already knows her name—it’s Jan, and she’s sweeter than spun sugar and always wears something purple. Nina has a reserved space in her heart for kids like that; kids who remind her of that girl who wanted to be a meteorologist or a Broadway sensation before her thighs got in the way of her dreams.

“It means it’s right over us,” the student body president, Brianna, says quietly, and shows Jan the radar on her phone. Her voice is quiet, almost silent so as not to raise alarm, but Nina knows Monet’s heard, because her face pales and her grip on Nina’s hand tightens. Outside the building, the wind thrashes violently and hail pounds the roof.

Monet is spiraling, of this much, Nina is positive. So without thinking about the consequences, without worrying about the kids or administration seeing, she pushes her girlfriend backwards into the small detention room, shuts the door to protect them from prying eyes, and grasps her face in her hands.

“It’s okay,” Nina mutters.

“But it’s not,” Monet practically wails. Then it’s too much and all the emotion she’s feeling spills onto her cheeks in fat, hot tears that Nina wants to kiss away. “It’s not, Nina. It’s right over us and the wind is blowing and it’s hailing and the kids are holding it together better than I am right now. How can you enjoy this shit? How does this not send you into a panic attack?”

Nina kisses her, gently, but firm, and tilts her chin up when she’s done. “You’re scared of storms.”

“Not really,” Monet says, wringing her hands nervously in front of her. “I’m afraid of dying before I get the chance to tell you that I’m, like, stupid in love with you.” Monet stops talking, blushes, then looks at the floor.

“So that’s not exactly how I wanted to tell you that,” Monet finally says, after a heavy moment of silence that’s punctuated only by the sounds of nature. “I really wanted it to be special and perfect. Like, candlelit and shit, over dinner with wine and… Christ, I don’t know. Perfect, I guess.”

The wind is still wailing, but it sounds like the hail has slackened a bit. Under it all is still the whine of tornado sirens, and Nina thinks this is absolutely the most perfect time she could have ever heard the most perfect phrase to come from the most perfect person’s perfect mouth.

Nina’s been trying hard not to smile like an idiot, but she doesn’t care, can’t force her face into something she doesn’t feel anymore.

Monet always says Nina’s a great liar with the exception of her face; she’s never able to control her expression enough to be really believable.

So she allows her smile to spread ear-to-ear and takes both of Monet’s hands, which still tremble, but maybe not from the storm anymore.

“I’m stupid in love with you, too, ‘Net,” she says. “And that was perfect. Trust me. However it happened, it was perfect because it was you, and I love you.”

Monet grins and presses a kiss to Nina’s lips. “I guess that’s a story we can tell people, huh? It only took imminent death and being locked in a cafeteria with 500 kids to get me to tell you that I’ve been in love with you since the very first day I saw you.”

“Speaking of…” Nina inclines her head to the door. “Look, I’d be happy sitting in here alone with you until the storm blows over, but there are 500 kids out there who might need some supervision.”

Monet wraps her arms around Nina’s waist and kisses her again. “Nah. Trixie and Katya are out there. Let them handle the kids for now. Right now, we get to be the obnoxious in-love lesbians that everyone adores.”

They kiss until the tornado sirens whine their last, and then emerge from the detention room with swollen lips and smudged lipstick when Principal Visage finally finally gives the all-clear.

Nina opens her window to the dim sunlight and smell of ozone when she gets back to her classroom.

There’s a robin perched in the oak tree across the courtyard from her room and it chirps. Nina smiles. Just another beautiful thing that survived the storm.

#rpdr fanfiction #ninex #trixya #monet x change #nina west #trixie mattel #katya zamolodchikova #jan sport #miz cracker #michelle visage #meggie #fluff #lesbian au #teacher au #spring fling week 2020 #day 1: storm #submission

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alchemist-shizun · 5 years

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About that Carry On Prinxiety AU

For now I laid out a bit of the plot, if you want to share some ideas just hit me up~

This is going to be a LOT to take on my shoulders but I will try and probably fail BUT TRYING IS KEYWORD (i really do believe in myself don't I? Everything under the cut!)

Since they all have their peculiarities, I'm gonna say that yes Virgil might be the Baz and Roman could be the Simon of this story, but I think either would fit for different reasons so they just have the same energy and will keep their own characterization. (If I'm able to not go ooc on this one wish me luck)

If I'm creative enough I'll try making an American school that is located in Florida, so that the characters know nothing much about what's happening in Watford and I can still make references without chronological contradictions.

Thomas could probably be the head mage too. I'm imagining him being very interested in the Normal culture and dressing like a Normal adult instead of the head of a great magical school, his "obsession" (kind of like Arthur Weasley's, if you will) is not really well-liked by most of the mages (especially the Old Fams), some believe that the students should have a better example instead of a man that always seems on the verge of leaving the magic world behind. The students, on the other hand, love him very much thank you. (yes even the ones whose parents insult him)

Oh my god I just had an epiphany: imagine Thomas obviously being in love with Disney and maybe Roman is very close to him so like he's talking about Virgil and Thomas just STRAIGHT UP STARTS SINGING SMTH LIKE THE MUSES' PARTS IN WON'T SAY IM IN LOVE OR LIKE THAT LION KING ONE AAAAAAAA and Roman is like ssss t o p but in the end joins in because he's w e a k (same)

Anyway for the main bois what I was thinking was that, with the prophecies about the Chosen One being there for a long time and them not knowing about Simon or anything, (this is becoming like Skam, there are many Snowbaz in the world) they just so happen to find in Roman an extraordinary amount of magic

Everybody is convinced Roman might be the Greatest Mage, the info flies out into the magical world of America but they decide to not share the info with other states. Roman gets very excited about this and works hard and trains himself in preparation for the big moment where he was going to have his big fight.

Virgil is his roommate (oh my god they were roommates), and of course, they can't stand each other at all. Virgil is definitely fed up with this story about the Chosen One, which Roman brings out in any possible conversation, so he uses it against him to tease him. Just imagine Roman bragging about something and Virgil being like "yeah but for a Greatest Mage you still haven't done anything so Great", or like Roman is having trouble with a spell or a subject? "Aren't you the chosen one?", Virgil only brings it up to make him mad and loves his flustered face. (keyword "loves" *wink*)

As much as I'm hopelessly in love with the idea of Vamp!Virgil (which would fit if he had Baz's role), I just had an angsty idea so I'm saving it for later c:

Hey how about a half-elf Virgil??? Anyone? Sorry I love elves

As for the time they spend together, they do the same thing as Simon and Baz, they avoid each other, spend time out of their room if the other's in there, make up different routines so they don't have to share anything and only really stay in the same room if they have to sleep. (idk why i said "if" like they don't need sleep)

Let me remind you that the beds are very close.

One time Roman woke up in the middle of the night and screamed in fear upon seeing a figure on the window.

It was just Virgil and he almost fell out, he would have probably smacked his head if it wasn't for the roommates' anathema or whatever it is called in english.

Virgil said he just couldn't sleep but he will never admit it was because of a pretty violent nightmare.

Roman does really think that he doesn't sleep at all and just uses his magic to stay awake judging by the dark circles under his eyes.

idk about you but I like the idea of Logan being something similar to Penelope, so Logan is Roman's best friend, they had met in the first year and Logan seemed one of the only ones who didn't approach Roman only because of his fame about being the Chosen One. Logan is simply amazing and brilliant at all subjects and surprises everyone since he's said to come from a family with weak powers.

Roman finds in him a very valid studying companion and he has to admit a lot of his best spells come from practicing/learning them from Logan. Also Logan loves explaining the stuff he's learnt, while Roman has this insatiable will to know everything to be able to defeat whatever bad guy will present in front of him. They basically become inseparable, despite having some friendly fights that are always solved with a snack break.

They !! deeply !! care !! for !! each other !!

Out of the other characters idk if Patton would fit anybody entirely, but I'm going to keep the 3v3 groups, so Pat will most likely be hanging out with Roman and Logan, he's actually very good friends with Virgil (none can escape Patton's friendliness) and tries to reason with Roman when he's mad about something Virge might have said. He's probably the reason why he hasn't killed Virgil yet. Patton doesn't come from a big family and lives with his grandmother when he's out of school. (I still have to develop this)

Forget about Dev and Niall and get ready for Deceit and Remus. I don't wanna give a headcanon name to Deceit bc I don't have one so he's gonna be a mysterious boy and everyone will call him Dee since it's the nickname I use for him. Both of them are two chaotic messes in their own ways. Dee, despite still being composed most of the times, is VERY fixated on his society discourses and arguments, he could come up to you one day out of the blue being like "so about the plan to overthrow the government" and you probably never even heard of it in the first place

JUST GIVE ME PASSIONATE DECEIT

Remus, on the other hand, messes a LOT with spells and you can see him traveling to the weirdest places. One day he was found trying to make the water creatures do a circus bit for him. People don't know how he's able to make his way through tests, but it's actually because he loves bugging Dee since he doesn't give the slightest shit about the weird things he suggests and they often end up studying together.

(I had the wildest thought thinking about Remus as Trixie)

Virgil, Deceit and Remus are what people call the "Untouchable trio", only because they come from the highest and oldest of the Old Families. They had been friends ever since kids since their Families met quite often, they never really fell apart despite being very different from one another. They're actually pretty chill people, it is only their surnames that make some people wary of them. They're not generally approached by anyone.

Idk if I wanna bring Emile and Remy in this, but I am tempted™, I'll think about it

So, Roman, am I right? Forgot to say he comes from a pretty big fam of hunters, they're the types of people that are lovable but won't hesitate to kill a bitch if needed.

But Purp, where's our creativitwins content? Thing is, yes they're actually brothers, but they were separated ever since kids for reasons none really knows? They never talk about it, even if asked to. They were given to two different families. They're aware of each other, but none has ever seen them interact. (I might find some angsty backstory on this just you wait)

Up until here Roman has always believed himself to be destined to the greater good, he's the chosen one, his destiny is the one to be the protagonist of the magic world and its hero.

At least that's what he thought until the fifth year.

One day during the fifth year, Virgil was doing homework on his room's table when Roman bursts in, louder than usual, and throws himself face-first on the bed, uncaring about ruining his hair or his clothes. That was an unusual sight since he never came into the room before evening or even before dinner. Virgil immediately knew something was wrong, but he didn't realize how serious the thing was.

So of course, he teases him a bit trying to get some info from him but only makes the situation worse. When Virgil calls him Greatest Mage as a joke, that's when Roman finally snaps at him in a way that Virge would have never expected. Roman really is enraged, yells at him and throws his pillow across the room since he can't hit him. He storms out of the room when he feels tears forming in his eyes, but can't really hide his sobbing as he goes away.

Virgil is just standing there, aware that he had just made Roman cry for the first time in his life and hated the sight with his whole being.

Roman had just learnt that he wasn't, in fact, the Chosen One, nor the Greatest Mage. Just an ordinary mage, like anybody else, who, in his opinion, had no other destiny than to finish school, find a job and just ... live?

So he's destroyed, all those dreams revealed themselves to be castles built in the air.

School is ending and Roman is just a bit numb, he's not really failing his classes but he's not as bright as ever. He barely leaves his room and doesn't talk to his friends as often, who are very concerned. Even Virgil tries to talk to him at some point. Thomas visits him when he has time and tries to work through the issue with him, but for the rest of the fifth year, there's nothing much to do to cheer him up.

Things seem to go back to normal as years pass and he's not in the spotlight anymore, none really talks about the Greatest Mage anymore and mages just carry on with their studies as they've always done. Everything's fine and normal.

And Roman hates it. But he's working in the shadow, so none notices his discomfort.

It only happens when he reaches the eighth year. It's impossible for Virgil to not recognize that Roman is slipping away at night and only comes back after some hours, either with dirty clothes or things tangled in his hair, he always came back different from when he left, meaning he definitely was wandering off outside.

One night he really can't stop thinking about how worried he is that Roman might get in trouble by himself, while he could probably prevent that, so he decides to follow him. Apparently, Roman is trying to find some kind of important and scary adventure to prove to himself that he's not as useless as he thinks himself to be, but Virgil still doesn't know this.

Virgil doesn't know what to do about the situation and decides to talk to Patton about it, in the end, the two of them decide to make a plan to talk to Roman with Logan, too.

On the other hand, Roman had been seen hanging out with Deceit or Remus, or both at the same time, trying to pry out information from them about how to get to certain forbidden spots of the school if he ever needed to. Surprisingly they don't ask many questions.

Chaos ensues when one night everything goes horribly wrong.

SO YEAH these are a bunch of things that I got right off the bat, I still have to think about the entire plot but don't want to spoil anything, basically the story would begin on the eighth year, just like Carry On, when Roman starts sneaking out. There might be things I need to fix but still I repeat that this is just a draft or a bunch of ideas that I got together somehow.

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thecleverdame · 5 years

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Problem Solved - One Shot

Alpha!Werewolf!Sam x Omega!WerewolfxReader, Sam x Others

Summary: Young Alpha Sam is clueless when it comes to dealing with his new mate.

I picture newly mated young Alpha Sam as emotionally clueless as soulless Sam.

Warnings: talk of smut

Beta: @ilikaicalie

Words: 1.8k

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“She’s pissed at me.” Sam hands Dean an open beer.

“Already?” Dean cocks his head, looking up from the car engine he’s working to restore. “You’ve only been together a couple of weeks. This is supposed to be the honeymoon phase, isn’t it?”

“That’s what I thought too.” Sam watches his brother take another swig.

“What did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything.” Sam shakes his head. He can’t believe he’s going to Dean for advice but there’s no one else he trusts. “Not lately anyway.”

“Well, something happened. She’s newly claimed, she’s been all over your dick since you bit her. And I know you’re fucking like a champ because you smell like omega pussy twenty-four seven. No one can stand being around you two.”

“It’s not that bad.” Sam rolls his eyes.

“Yes, it is.” Dean finishes whatever he’s doing, wiping the grease off his hands with a rag. “Come on, spill it. What happened?”

“Well, you remember that little redhead I used to hook up with? Trixie?” Sam explains.

“Your go-to BJ queen? Yeah, I remember. I thought you were gonna have a thing with her for a while. She was a regular.”

“What? No. She was fine for what it was but no way. Look, she’s been texting me like crazy and I didn’t respond because I’m mated now...”

“And…” Dean rolls his eyes and his hands, trying to move the story along. He wants the juicy stuff.

“And, Y/N picked up my phone and saw the messages.”

“If you weren’t texting her back what’s the big deal?”

“I hadn’t been. But Trix sent a picture of this one time I-I came all over her tits and another one that was way worse...”

“Ouch.”

“Yeah, so Y/N sees it and she’s upset, understandably. I explained that I hadn’t talked to this chick, or anyone else since we’ve been together. Then Y/N is asking why I deleted my old messages, like I had something to hide. But, honest to God, I was just trying to get rid of old shit you know? I can’t have my Omega looking at a bunch of T & A from old hookups.”

“Okay…” Dean’s skeptical.

“Then she’s mad because I still have other women saved in my phone. I thought it was better if I knew who I was getting messages from, better than just a random number popping up. But she doesn’t see it that way. So I sat down, right then and there, and blocked every woman I’ve ever gotten a number from.”

“Y/N’s still mad about it?”

“There’s more.” Sam shifts uncomfortably. There’s a look of distress and confusion on his little brother’s face that amuses Dean to no end. “So get this, it’s Saturday night and I think we’ve moved past the whole thing. I’m in the shower when there’s a knock at the front door. Y/N answers it and it’s none other than-”

“Little miss blow job.” Dean’s laughing, shaking his head like it’s the oldest tale in the book.

“I didn’t even know what was happening. I was half naked, thinking I’m gonna get laid and I walk into the kitchen to find my Omega telling Trixie to get the fuck out of my apartment. Shit dude, I thought she was gonna kill me.”

“Yup, that’s enough to piss off your girl.”

“But I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“You fucked other women.”

“Not since I’ve been with her. I don't even want anyone else.”

“You think that matters? This isn’t logical. You’re her Alpha, Omegas are territorial, almost as bad we are.” Dean whistles. “You’re lucky it wasn’t Amelia...or Ruby? Remember how crazy she was?”

Sam has an interesting past.

“Don’t even joke about that.” Sam recoils. “I’m gonna have to move. I gotta figure this out, I already have blue balls, I’ve been on the couch for three nights.”

“That’s what you get for sticking your dick in half the county.” Chuckling, Dean swings the dirty rag over his shoulder, popping the cooler for another beer.

“You’re one to talk.”

“Hey,” He looks indignant, placing a hand over his heart. “I’m not looking for a mate. I’m just having a good time, enjoying my singleness.”

“It’s not like I planned on it either. I would have cleaned up my personal life a little. I don’t know what to do. I apologized but she’s still upset.” Sam explains.

“What did this apology look like?”

“I told her I was sorry. I said I’d eat her out if she wanted-”

“Jesus Christ Sam, you don’t apologize for sex with other women with sex.”

“Why?” He scrunches forward, perplexed. “She likes it.”

“Are you really this clueless? Buy her some flowers, tell her she’s the only one you think about. Sweet talk her. She knows you’ve banged other women, so banging her makes her feel like just another notch on your belt. You gotta make her feel like she’s the only girl you ever wanna be with.”

“She is.” Sam shrugs, like Dean’s stating the most obvious thing in the world.

“Well,” Dean waves his hand. “Go tell her that, Romeo.”

When he opens the door to his apartment all his clothes are piled in the middle of the living room. For a split second, he thinks maybe you’re leaving but that doesn’t explain the mound of jeans and flannel shirts in front of the coffee table.

“Baby?” He calls out hesitantly.

“In here.” You yell from the bedroom. The hallway is littered with discarded bedding, he has to step over a comforter to get to the doorway. The bed is stripped down to the bare mattress, the closets empty. You’re on a stool, in nothing but one of his white shirts, panties, and yellow rubber gloves, scrubbing the wall with a sponge.

“Whattcha doin’?” He inquires cautiously. The last thing he needs is to get himself in even more trouble.

“I can smell them, you know.” You don’t turn around, instead, grip the sponge with both hands and scrub harder. “It didn’t bother me as much when it was just faint scents but now that I know what Trixie looks like I can’t stop picturing all these women…”

You scoff, disgusted and determined.

“Why are my clothes in the living room?”

“Because we need to wash them. With bleach. The humans and the betas I can tolerate, but half your clothes smell like other Omegas and I can’t live like this.”

“Right, that makes sense.” He nods, inching further into the room. He holds out a sad little bouquet of flowers he picked up from the gas station. “I got you something.”

Turning around you look from him to the dying yellow carnations in his hand. Your jaw ticks, pulling the gloves off one at a time before walking over to him, crossing your arms over your chest.

“They’re half dead.” You try to hold back the smile pulling at the corners of your mouth and Sam knows he’s at least on the right track. There’s hope, he might actually get back in his bed tonight.

“It was all they had.” He grimaces, looking at his disappointing gift. He should have stopped at the florist, picked out something that cost more than five dollars. You deserve flowers that are, at least, alive. “I’m not good at this.”

“I can see that.” You watch as a petal flutters to the ground.

“I just - I don’t feel like I did anything wrong!” He blurts out, unable to contain the indignation. He can see your hackles raise, eyes narrowing, ready for a fight.

“Of course not.” You quip, mouth tightening and he knows he’s stepped right back in it.

“Just hear me out, okay?” He looks around, setting the flowers on the dresser, both of you watching as they tumble to the floor. “I don’t want anyone else. I’m crazy about you. You’re all I can think about. But I can’t do anything about the women that came before you, that’s in the past and I want to leave it there. You’re it for me. I’m all in, I’m committed. So you tell me what you need from me. I’ll do whatever you want. You can have my passwords and put LoJack on my car, I don’t care. I just want this to be over with. I hate that you’re mad at me.”

You stare at him blankly for a moment, digesting his words before bending down to pick up the bouquet. “We might be able to bring these back to life.”

“I don’t know, they’re pretty shitty.” He chuckles as you break into a real smile.

“No one’s ever gotten me flowers before.” You sigh, looking at him. “Seriously Sam, I can’t live here like this. It wasn’t bad at first but I’m in this nesting mode now and my sense of smell is jacked up. I can’t fuck you in a bed that stinks like some beta’s pussy.”

“We’ll burn the fucking mattress.” He offers. “I’ll get us a room somewhere else tonight and tomorrow we’ll figure out the rest.”

“Alright.” You give in, stepping to him. “I’ll stop being such a bitch.”

“You’re wearing my shirt...” He bites his lip, fingers playing at the hem of his shirt where it falls against your naked legs.

“It smells like you.” You stand on your tiptoes to kiss him.

“Well, I’m here now, so you don’t need this anymore.” Tugging the shirt over your head he grunts in approval. Sam hasn’t seen your breasts in three days and for a newly mated Alpha, it feels like the better part of a year. He’s about to show you exactly how much he’s missed you when his phone vibrates in his pocket.

Your eyes widen and his shoulders drop, eyes closing in sheer frustration.

“Better see who it is,” you offer, raising an eyebrow.

“I don’t fucking care.” He fishes the phone from his pocket, drops it on the floor and crushes it under the heel of his shoe, glass crunching.

“Sam!” You squeal as he lunges forward, lifting you up until your legs wrap around his waist.

“Problem solved.”

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magiic-alex · 5 years

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3.15.19

*Content warning for depression, suicidal thoughts, and possible eating disorder. Remember, I do tag these with magicalex personal, so you can blacklist that to avoid seeing these.*

Now playing: my gay yeehaw music for when I’m depressed

I finally mustered up the energy to get on ye old laptop to type another blog post. I just really need to vent and be depressed on main. The whole reason I came back to tumblr was so I could have a space where I can dump my feelings and feel better, so sorry not sorry. Holy shit, this past month has been the absolute worst. My depression is in full force. I sleep half of the day, or just lie in bed. My hygiene has been slacking, my energy low. I barely eat anything anymore, and when I do, it’s not healthy. Today I didn’t eat until 4 pm. I can feel my body shutting down lmao. I literally fight off my intrusive thoughts daily, and try to not think about the uselessness of living. Because my intrusive thoughts are worse than ever, my anxiety has spiked. I have absolutely no motivation anymore. I barely pumped out my photos for the Edwardian Spring Challenge that I just did, something that should have been fun, but it ended up feeling like a chore. I haven’t seen any of my friends in months because they all live an hour away. I feel trapped and alone. I feel like I’ve barely contributed to the phandom at all in the past few weeks, which used to be a shining light for me. I’m just so sad.

Last weekend I went to my cousin’s wedding in Arizona. It was the most fun that I’ve had in a long time. Being in the desert was a breath of fresh (dry) air, and seeing family was so sweet. I didn’t want to leave. I just want to run away to somewhere, like the desert or somewhere foresty. And I don’t wanna come back.

I think the main reason I’m so gosh darned sad is because I have a feeling I won’t be able to attend my dream school for grad studies. The cost is just way too high and we just can’t afford it. On top of that, I haven’t heard back from my backup school yet, and that’s not easing my anxiety one bit. Everything is out of my control, and that makes me feel so small and worthless. I have emails I need to send to people, and do you think I’ve done that? Nope. It seems so minuscule when you’re drowning.

Last night’s drama hasn’t helped. I came to tumblr to find an escape. I’m so sick of seeing the infighting on my dash over the past few weeks. Don’t like someone? Ignore them! Don’t send them anon hate! Don’t take shit out of context in order to publicly vilify them, especially if you weren’t even there for the conversation! Man, I’m trying to just keep myself alive. The last thing I wanna see is something that makes me feel bad for liking the people I do or making me feel guilty about being mentally ill.

Now I’m gonna say this as aggressively as I can: I. FUCKEN. LOVE. YOU. GUYS. Don’t take any of what I said to mean any different. This phandom is one of the best groups of people I’ve ever talked to. I cherish every conversation, every time someone mentions me or treats me as one of the group, because I feel at home. Everyone has hiccups and moments, and I always try to give people the benefit of the doubt. I ain’t hating anyone on here, because that ain’t me. When there isn’t drama on my dash, which is for the most part every day, you all bring a smile to my face. Which is what I definitely need right now...smiles in abundance!!!

To make a long fuckin’ story short, I’d feel better off dead, and I just needed to let it out. I probably sound like some whiny brat, but *Trixie and Katya voices* ~welcome to my page, where I talk about whatever I want, because it’s my blog, and not yours.~

Anyway, it took me an hour to write this. If you read this far, I’m sorry. And if you didn’t, good for you. You’re smart. You got out early.

Tah-tah for now.

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xxhanachanxx · 6 years

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When it comes to shipping, am I the only person that’s like a die-hard fan for a ship yet my mind is not screaming that it needs to be canon? Now don’t get me wrong, I’m all for people wanting to see their two favorite fictional characters together as a couple; but then again I’m down with whether or not a creator/developer of a film, show, video game, book, etc. can confirm that a couple is canon. Though even if I can find that adorable, let me stick with any other aspects that I want to see in various outlets aside from romance. Or what I find better, for a fictional character I still want to think about portraying them as the way they’re originally portrayed. Sure that I understand that there are AU’s or any form of alternative just so we can make up anything about our precious OTP. Even though I’m all for anyone doing AU’s, sometimes I can’t help but to think that it would corrupt my head; but I’d like to do an AU one day! I’m usually a shipper that doesn’t think that my favorite pairings are the “oh-so perfect OTP and they need to be together forever”, because even for having a ship I do have other shippings that would involve the same character! So, this would probably be the longest text post I’ve ever wrote but at the same time a lot needs to be put down. And with some of the pairings that I will mention, maybe you would be familiar, maybe I’ll not mention your favorite OTP, but do take my conception in consideration!

So my first ship that I’m going to begin with talking about will be Moana x Ariel (or MoAriel). Do I ship them a lot? Well, I’m more in between with they could be great gfs or just best friends, but the way I see it is that they make great ocean buddies! So I cannot deny they’re cute! Do I want them to be canon? No, and here’s where I say that even if MoAriel is cute I still want my mind to be on the right path where I want to portray Moana and Ariel as the way they were originally portrayed in Moana and The Little Mermaid. For Ariel, I still need to keep in mind that she has Eric and Melody (idfc if I’m mentioning the shit sequel, it was one of my favorite direct-to sequels growing up k bye). I also like seeing Ariel and Eric together! Now with Moana, I just think she’s too good for a man and I’m not even headcanoning that she’s lesbian either. While we’re in the topic with the Disney Princesses as all of the news is spilling for Ralph Breaks The Internet, and as an avid LGBT supporter myself, it’s times that I couldn’t take a few people seriously to where they say that Merida, Elsa, Mulan, and many others are lesbian or bi. NOW DON’T TAKE THIS THE WRONG WAY! I’m all for seeing anything LGBT-related in animation, but sometimes I get a bit iffy on that issue with what will kids think of when they see it. I mean I understand that some people would say that it would mess the kids’ minds up. All I can think for now is that if I were to have kids, I would probably teach them about gay marriage not at a young age but maybe when they get older. I guess I’m that one LGBT supporter who can’t stand some of the SJWs… but hey, if people want to headcanon that they’re gay, well they can do them. I won’t stop them for that. Like for Merida, I’d still think she’s better off without a man but I won’t headcanon about her sexuality. For Elsa, like I get that people want her to be lesbian for the Frozen sequel, but I’d prefer wanting to know about the premise of the sequel more. And with Mulan, okay I get it that her outfit is dope and I’m all for her modern outfit. But I can’t have the mindset screaming “OMFG MULAN’S BI!” I believe that she’s a strong female warrior, and even I can’t help to think that she and Shang are great together! Okay now to get back and wrap up with MoAriel, I will say huge kudos for the shippers for making that happen. Like I can’t deny that it’s an amazing crossover between the land and the sea.

Alright, so another ship I’d like to talk about, and another same-sex ship, will be TwiDash (Twilight Sparkle x Rainbow Dash from MLP:FiM). Oh hey look, Imma throwback to one of my all-time favorite OTPs especially I happen to watch some of the old episodes again! Now let’s get to those 2 questions again: do I ship them a lot? I pretty much do, especially the fact that they happen to be my favorite ponies out of the Mane 6! Do I want them to be canon? No, and it’s not because that I think they should end up with stallions instead (and apparently, I don’t want to have those pairings be canon either!). Obviously RD is one of Twilight’s best friends, so I’d rather stick with whatever chemistry they have for each other! So because I have to bring up the fact that I also have pairings of Twilight and Rainbow with stallions, here’s what I need to say about that: Of course having TwiDash as one of my MLP OTPs, I happen to like SoarinDash and FlashLight (that’s Flash Sentry x Twilight Sparkle just to clarify in case if anyone gets mistaken for literally a flashlight; and yes, I like Flash try me bitch). And as a same-sex shipper, I’m not one for giving another character shit for getting in the way of the same-sex couples that I like. So as a TwiDash fan, I really don’t give flak on Flash if he were to get in the way (and Soarin’ too, I guess). Not even to mention that not only that I’ve had it with the Flash hate, it frustrates me to see some bronies/pegasisters making attack/kill art of him (I do have a vivid memory of seeing an art piece of Flash getting attacked by Trixie just bc the artist likes Twixie.). I mean I get that Flash doesn’t have that much character development (human or pony; in fact I’m more of a pony Flash x pony Twi shipper) aside from appearing near Twilight or Sunset Shimmer to where a lot of people scream “gary-stu” or “waifu stealer”, but I will say that I think Flash deserves better. Now I know saying this as a FlashLight shipper in where they don’t really interact with each other that much, I really couldn’t help myself thinking how cute they are together though. But then again, there’s more to MLP:FiM than just shippings! So to get back and wrap up with TwiDash, sure there’s nothing wrong with having other shippings with one of the same characters! Though at the same time, and just like I mentioned from my previous statement with MoAriel, I’m not headcanoning Twilight or Rainbow’s sexualities at all. So I’ll just let my imagination flow to wherever the hell it wants!

Okay let’s get into another of my favorite ship, and this time it’s a hetero ship, ShadAmy! Yay, time for another throwback to one of my favorite Sonic ships! Though I will get into a later topic that’s kinda like the topic with me as a TwiDash fan and not giving Flash a lot of shit for being in the way. So onto the same two questions: do I ship them a lot? I think shipping Shadow and Amy together was sudden, bc I was a huge SonAmy fan back then (and I still do ship SonAmy don’t worry) and wasn’t really fond with Shadow until to this day. I guess after seeing fan art of ShadAmy, it led me to start shipping them. Do I want them to be canon? Probably not, and it’s not that I think that Amy should be with Sonic (and as an SonAmy fan, I could care less whether or not it’s canon, and if anyone screams at me that it is canon and I can’t change anything about it, leave.); and I don’t think that Shadow and Amy have a huge chemistry with each other (even if they only interacted with each other twice in Sonic Adventure 2). Now here’s the part in where I say that as a ShadAmy fan, I’m not one for giving shit on Sonic or have to make him the bad guy just bc he keeps running away from Amy. And even if I’m more into Shadow than Sonic (I promise y’all I’m not like one of those Shadow fangirls…), that doesn’t mean I won’t stop loving Sonic! And playing the games of that blue blur will always hold a special place in my heart! So what conclusion do I have for ShadAmy? Nothing probably. But no matter what I’m okay with whoever I want to ship with Amy. ShadAmy? SonAmy? I really don’t care!

Now since the pairings that I’ve mentioned so far happen to be my favorite OTPs, let’s take this next topic with talking about a NOTP. And who will I be talking about next? Enter Victor x Emily from Tim Burton’s Corpse Bride. As much as I enjoyed this masterpiece of a Tim Burton film, apparently having to think about this does grind my gears. So onto the questions again: do I ship them a lot? I’ve already stated that they’re not my cup of tea. Do I want them to be canon- okay um yeah let’s get right into that! I guess ever since I first saw the film back then, when I saw the ending scene with Emily turning into butterflies and then Victor and Victoria embraced my mind screamed, “welp, at least Victor and Victoria have each other now”. But at the same time it did sadden me to see Emily go away like that, yet then again Victor has freed her from the memories of pain and shit she’d been through with Barkis. So where am I going with this? Oh yes y’all, I actually like Victor x Victoria. And no, it’s not that I think Victor x Emily is necrophiliac. Pretty much, I’ve had it with everyone talking shit about Victoria all bc she was in the way between Victor and Emily. Tbh I could go on and on talking about defending Victoria, but to keep it a bit short it wasn’t her fault for interrupting the wedding; in fact, that can be saved for a later time. Now before I wrap up, and as I mentioned since the beginning, I’m all for alternatives or “what-ifs” made by Victor x Emily fans but at the same time we gotta accept the fact that the ending of Corpse Bride is just the way it is. Get used to it. Emily had her own happy ending.

Alrighty then, I’ll be taking this last topic discussing about WildeHopps just before I wrap this whole post up! Ah yes, our favorite fox-bunny duo; yet I do have some tweaks with what I think about them for the near future.. But anyway, let’s get into the questions one last time: do I ship them a lot? Now for anyone that have followed me for my Zootopia shenanigans, I do need to say that it seemed sudden of me shipping them out of nowhere. Like sure I can’t deny that Nick and Judy have a great chemistry, but there’s more to the film than just the shipping (or any romance outlet for that matter). I guess I should say that after seeing the film and looking at the fan art of the two, it led me to start shipping them! Do I want them to be canon? Okay see, this is where I get iffy about it bc even if Disney confirmed that they’re canon (or at least that’s what I heard) I still think that Nick and Judy need to start off as best friends first and then we shall see what will happen in the future if there were to be a sequel. So yeah, I think I’m that one person who had to cool off from seeing the ending bc yeah it’s cute but I don’t think I’ll be falling for it sorry! Friends? Couple? Again, these two have chemistry and that’s all that matters to me! So for now, I’m in both platonic and romantic sides of their relationship. And even though having this thought never occurring in my head, I don’t want to think about giving in for them to have their own mate by the same species. But hey, if y’all want to ship Nick with a vixen and Judy with another rabbit I ain’t stopping ya! Which would somewhat lead me to talking about how Judy would be shipped with Jack Savage (quick fyi for those who don’t know him, he’s a deleted character that was the main protagonist of the early version of the film); while I may not be into SavageHopps that much (and this is pretty much the same thing with my TwiDash and ShadAmy topics..), but damn some of y’all are salty on him for trying to “steal” Judy from Nick. If people want to like Jack, let them. If people want to ship SavageHopps, let them! I mean hey, he’s got Skye (who’s another deleted character during the early process) and I’m all for SavageSkye y’all! Okay, yeah I know I brought them out of nowhere as this topic is supposed to be about Nick and Judy but at the same time I kinda had to bring that out there haha. Like I said we shall see where will their future will take them, and we can have our imaginations flow wherever the hell they go!

So that wraps up with what I have to say with shippings! Thank you guys for taking your time reading this~ ❤️

#Personal #Shipping #Rant #Essay #Ramble #THIS WAS THE LONGEST I'VE WROTE TBH #Probably not use any of the characters/ships in the hashtags until I feel comfortable about it.

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Bittersweet Symphony (Part 3) || Kellen & Grace

When: April 27, 2021

Where: Coffee shop & Grace’s apartment, Santa Monica, California

Featuring: Grace Rothschild (dialogue provided by Tash @gracerothschild)

Triggers: N/A

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 4

She chewed on her lower lip before grabbing the seat belt and buckled in, looking over at him and laughed. “I will die of laughter if you burn the food.” Gracie teased, obviously giving him a hard time because she wanted to make things less stressful for both of them. “I have almost everything...but it also depends on what you’re going to cook.”

"I'll find a necromancer, bring you back to life, and kick your butt if you laugh," he joked, reaching over to tickle her side. "Honestly, I have no idea. I was just going to see what you had first then figure it out from there." He really didn't think this plan of his through and secretly hoped that she would abandon the idea in favor of fast food half-way through the drive.

“Ah so you’re unprepared huh? Someone a little nervous?” Gracie playfully mocked Kellen, giggling as she moved his hand away from her side, knowing fully well that he would tickle her until she couldn’t breathe. It was one of things she hated about being ticklish but at least he was there. “You could just admit you can’t cook.”

“Well yeah I’m unprepared. We only decided this was happening less than a minute ago.” He was nervous, but not for the reason she thought. He didn’t like that he was nervous to be alone with her, but that was the truth of the matter. “You could just admit that you’re a butthead,” he mocked.

“Oh we are name calling huh?” Gracie gaped at him, “You’re the butthead, you’re over here like ‘oh yes I can cook now’,” her voice lowering to mock him in which she ended up laughing. She was enjoying the atmosphere between them, although you could see they were still hesitant, she found herself slowly opening up again and could start seeing for the best of them.

“Yes, yes we are... Hey! I don’t sound like that!” He laughed at her impersonation. “You know, you can walk home, if you think I’m such a butthead.” He would never actually make her walk home, but that never stopped him from making joking threats. He started the car and turned the radio on to hear Sucker by The Jonas Brothers. “Did I ever tell you that Vito deadass loves the Jonas Brothers? Oh shit. I just fucking said ‘deadass.’ Kill me now.”

“It’s a gorgeous day, I would totally walk,” Grace replied, of course, she’d most likely call Trixie or Maya to come get her but she knew Kellen was joking. Hearing the information about Vito and Kellen’s new slang, she laughed even harder. “Oh my god...that’s when you know you hang around Vito a lot—are you trying to fit in with the younger kids?”

"It's gonna be dark soon though..." After all this time, he still felt protective over Gracie. Kellen knew that she was an adult woman and could take care of herself, yet he still had the overwhelming urge to keep her safe from the dangers of the world. "Oh fuck no. Teenagers fucking suck." He liked younger children, but teenagers annoyed him. Kelsie was a pre-teen now, and the thought of her becoming a bratty teen in a few years terrified him.

“I can agree with that, they’re rather rude as well, but we all were teenagers once. It’s the hormones.” Gracie waved it off, at least that’s how she assumed that most teenagers are. The only time she was a total brat was when her dad wouldn’t let her go out of town trip with her friends junior year of high school. Funny how times changed since then. “Isn’t your kid going to be a teenager soon, I heard the talk backs are worse.”

"Yeah, and I know what I was like as a teenager. I was an absolute menace to society. I would not wish that on anyone." It also didn't help that he was actively taking hard drugs and hanging out with people who encouraged his assholish behavior. "Don't remind me. If she's anything like her mom, she's gonna sass the hell out of me." He didn't even want to think of the possibility of Kelsie turning out like him. He felt she was smart enough not to make the same mistakes he made, and emotionally stable enough to not feel as though she needed to turn to substances to cope.

“Hey, with you and her mom as her parents. She won’t end up like that...she has a good support system so I think she would make the right choices.” Gracie reassured Kellen, knowing that he was probably worried about that the most. Kellen may seem like a menace, which he was, but she got to see another side of him that made her love him to this day. “I think things will turn out good.”

“I hope so. Her step-mom’s a pretty good influence too, I think.” While Cassie and and her fiancée, Mel, hadn’t officially tied the knot, Mel was very involved. He was lucky that he got along with his ex’s new partner. “I know I shouldn’t worry too much. She’s a good kid... But while we’re on the topic of teenagers, what were you like in high school?” Gracie was only a year younger than Kellen, but they never crossed paths until adulthood. At least, he didn’t remember meeting her before 2018.

Gracie turned her gaze away and intertwined her fingers in her lap, the thought of her in high school brought up some emotions and other feelings she hasn’t felt since she was sixteen to eighteen. Although her parents sheltered her a lot, mostly her father, due to her sisters wild tendencies, Gracie was the typical good student and daughter. “I wish I could say I had some cool stories to tell but sadly...I was a straight A student, never stayed out past curfew, never talked back to my parents unless it was over food choices,” she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, “lost my virginity when I was seventeen because I wanted to experience the big deal but also I was pressured...my then boyfriend, who was on a baseball team...anyways...it was nothing special.”

Kellen silently listened to her answer, nodding along to show that he was paying attention. She had a much more normal high school experience that he did. He gripped the steering wheel tighter when she brought up her high school boyfriend. He didn't know which of her exes it was, but he had the urge to find the guy and sucker punch him. "You were good at school and had a good relationship with your parents. Those aren't bad things, you know. Maybe you could've used a good party or two to loosen you up, but other than that, seems like you had a pretty normal high school experience... This boyfriend though... Who was it? If you don't mind me asking. The lawyer or the chef?"

She nodded her head in thought, he had a point, she had a good high school experience but it was more due to less stress on her parents due to her sister. Gracie felt the corner of her mouth twitch, “Kellen...this was so long ago...you don’t need to be upset.” Her eyes met his, “honestly it was so bad I don’t even remember but I believe he now is a lawyer...we broke up after high school...a year later we tried it again...didn’t work out, dated the chef before I met you and honestly...I know this will make your head get big. But, you were the best.”

Kellen pouted as she spoke. “Still. He shouldn’t have done that,” he asserted, firmly. The fact that she said he was the best did give him a big head, but his mind turned back to earlier when she said someone had been ‘satisfying her really well.’ “Even better than this mystery new guy who always meets your needs?” he asked, hoping to catch her in a lie. He wanted— no, needed— to know that she wasn’t actually seeing someone else.

Grace forgot about the little white lie she told to Kellen, since it was in fact a lie, the only person she was seeing was the vibrator that was stashed away in her night stand drawer. “I’d say you’re tied.” She replied with a small shrug of her shoulders, fighting the urge to crack and admit it was in fact, a lie.

"Tied?" he asked, trying not to appear bothered. He was really hoping she would crack, but it seemed that she may have actually been moving on from him. But the fact that she kissed him earlier and invited him back to her apartment made him hopeful. Maybe if he prodded her further, he'd catch her. "So what's this guy's name anyways?"

Gracie cursed under her breath, realizing that she didn’t have a name, blurting out the first name coming to mind. “Gordon. His name is Gordon.” She mentally face palmed, out of all the names, she had to think of Gordon Ramsey.

Kellen wanted to be mad, but he bursted into laughter upon hearing the name Gordon. "Gordon? Fucking Gordon?! Where'd you meet him, the nursing home? Do you have to help him up and down the stairs when he visits your place? Gordon! I can't believe I was about to get jealous over a guy with an old man name." He also couldn't believe that he admitted that out loud. He would smack himself in the face if he wasn't driving.

Grace felt her cheeks heat up in embarrassment, of course he would find the whole thing hilarious. Even she wanted to laugh at herself but hearing his words next had her smirking as she looked out the window, seeing her place coming up. “Yeah yeah...laugh it up, at least Gordon can hit it right.”

He noticed the blush from the corner of his eye and smirked in satisfaction. Her next comment about Gordon elicited an overdramatic gasp from Kellen. "You take that back!" He noticed her apartment, but couldn't find a spot on the block, so he circled around, finding a spot on the next block over. "Do you want me to make dinner for you or not?"

Grace rolled her eyes, “from the sounds of you being uncertain, I feel like I’ll be the one to cook something.” She raised her eyebrows playfully, “but it’s cute that you’re getting over Gordon—even if he has an old mans name.” The brunette wonder if that’s what she should make her vibrator at this point.

“No, no. I said I’d do it, so I’m gonna fuckin’ do it. And you’re gonna be impressed as hell. You’ll be saying, ‘Wow Kellen, I was wrong. You can cook. I’m sorry for doubting you.’” He did his best impression of her— which was not very good— while talking about what she would hopefully be saying after he was done in the kitchen. He was determined to do a good job— no, a great job. Kellen stopped the car and took his seatbelt off. “Ready for me to blow your mind?”

“By food wise?” Gracie smiled cheekily as she took her own seatbelt off and opened the door, “or are we talking about something else?” She called out as she shut the car door behind her and pulled out her keys from her purse, “because food I’m a little skeptical, but I said I would give it a try. So do your best,” grace said over her shoulder as she walked up the walk way towards her apartment, punching in the code and opening the door.

"Maybe I'm talking about food, maybe I'm talking about other things, maybe both. Who knows? Not you. I'm not telling," he teased, smirking at her. Once they were both out of the car, he locked the doors. "I'm gonna blow your mind and you can take that as you will." He winked at Gracie, entering the apartment building.

“Whatever you say,” she sang out, smiling, the nerves were still there but she tried not to think about it too much due to her habit of talking gibberish to make up for the awkward silence. But it was Kellen, he made her feel comfortable. As they entered into her apartment, she kicked off her shoes and walked further inside, scratching the side of her head. “So we added a few new plants since the last time you came around.” Grace commented knowing that it was more than a few, the fact she and Trixie loved plants was a problem.

Kellen took his shoes off as he entered the apartment, out of courtesy to her more than anything else. It wasn’t something he did in his own home, but knew it was a preference of hers. He looked around the apartment at the ‘few’ new plants she had purchased. “A few? It’s like a plant zoo in here. What are those called? The zoos for plants?” he asked, unable to remember the name for botanical gardens. “Your water bill must be ridiculous.”

“Botanical Gardens?” Gracie asked amusingly, she turned around to look up at Kellen. “It adds a little touch but also did you want something to drink or look through my kitchen?” She walked into her kitchen and switched on the light, reaching up toward her cupboard and grabbed a cup.

“Yes! Botanical gardens. That’s what your apartment looks like.” He followed her into the kitchen and began raiding her refrigerator for supplies. “I’m good, thanks.” He pulled out a few things from the fridge and placed them onto the counter. Upon opening the vegetable drawer, he found an old bag of salad that had wilted and browned. “I think it’s time you throw this out,” he commented.

Grace glanced over and laughed, “That isn’t mine but I agree,” she shakes her head, “okay maybe it is mine.” Gracie shrugged as she reached into the fridge for the water pitcher and started pouring some into her cup.

"Unless it's got Trixie's name written all over it, you've got joint custody over this shit. I don't think she'll mind us getting rid of this though." He chuckled, turning around to toss the bag into the garbage. The way Kellen and Vito ran their household was that all of the groceries belonged to both of them equally unless one of them specifically claimed something, such as leftovers or specific sweets they liked. They tended to eat dinner together most nights, but there were nights where Vito wanted to have alone time with Verity. "Looks like you've got the fixings for chicken parm."

Gracie completely forgot about the salad, and she was certain Trixie hasn’t had the time to look in the fridge. Grace also tend to buy things that were quick fix and not time consuming. Lost in thought, she set her glass of water down and chuckled. “Chicken parm sounds good, just don’t burn it.” She said before hopping up onto the counter to sit and watch him cook.

Kellen rolled his eyes at her comment, sarcastically responding, “So set it on fire, got it. Turn the oven up to 500° and leave it in for seven hours. Thanks for the encouragement, chief.” He bit his lip as he watched Gracie jump up on the counter. He briefly imagined what he could be doing to her against that counter, but quickly dismissed the thought. “Look, I know you like to feel tall, but I’m going to need that counter space. You mind waiting in the living room or something?”

“Mmm...I’d rather watch you to make sure you don’t burn anything,” she laughed lightly, swinging her legs softly, leaning on her hands, “Why are you distracted if I stayed here? Here I thought you were good at paying attention to detail.”

“I don’t know how you expect me to clean these chicken breasts if I have no space to do it. Also I need you to show me where you keep your cutting board and bowls and stuff.” Kellen blinked at her, putting his hand on his chest. “Are you accusing me of not paying attention to detail? Me, a tattoo artist? How dare you.”

“There’s the sink,” she jokingly stated, flashing a smirk at Kellen, sighing as she rolled her eyes. “I have to give you a little teasing since you always tease me any chance you get.” Gracie stated, fluttering her eyes at him.

"A little? What do you mean a little? You tease me all the damn time! I have not known peace since the start of this da-- " Kellen caught himself slipping and had to quickly correct himself, mentally reminding himself that they weren't a couple. "Encounter." He turned away from her and began looking through her drawers for a chef's knife.

Gracie couldn’t help but to laugh at his frustration, pretending to not hearing the end of the last word, was this a date or was it just an encounter. She almost forgot it was supposed to be two friends...exes hanging out, yet she felt tension every time he came near her, that had her wanting to pull him close and get lost in him. Clearing her throat as she hopped down from the counter and rubbed the back of neck. “I’ll...get out of your way so you can cook.”

He could feel the tension in the air, and paused, trying to figure out where he went wrong. "You know I was just kidding, right?" he asked, softly. "I'm not actually mad at you or anything... And I don't mind you staying in here. I just need the counter space." After shuffling around, he finally found a cutting board and knife and placed both on the counter. He then took the chicken out of its packaging and began cutting the gristle off. "Ah shit," he muttered to himself, going to the sink the rinse his hands off before turning the oven on to pre-heat. "Where are your oven trays?"

Gracie walked around him and crouched down to open the cup board and pulled out the tray and held it up, “anything else?” She asked before standing up and realizing how short she really was next to him. Gracie always felt tiny when she was next to him, she also enjoyed being wrapped up in his arms that made her feel safe. “Wait what are you making again? I completely spaced out at the thought of you undercooking the chicken.”

He paused as he thought of whether he needed anything. “Cooking spray, for the oven tray. Oh! And breadcrumbs.” He pouted at her next words. “Chicken parm. It’s pretty hard to undercook considering you have to fry and bake it. You have no faith in me, do you?”

She laughed, “I have faith in you...it’s just been awhile since I’ve seen you in the kitchen—and the fact you said you can cook some meals? It’s hard to believe.” She teased him once more, finding it amusing as she grabbed the items he requested and set it down next to him, looking up at him as she brought the glass of wine to her lips and taking a small sip.

“Well yeah, it’s been...” He paused to count the months on his fingers. “Eight months. I’ve learned a few things in that time.” He learned a lot about himself in the months since their breakup. He learned that he could actually cook if he put effort into it and followed recipe instructions. He learned that he could live without illicit substances. He learned that it was okay to reach out to others for help. And he learned that his love for Gracie hadn’t faltered in their months apart, not even a little.

Gracie smiled into the glass and nodded her head, “Yeah...I also learned a lot about myself and I was thankful for Maya and Trixie. I was in a slump after our break up, I just worked and went home.” She admitted, setting the cup down and sighed, “It also made me realize that I do love you and that I fell hard and fast unexpectedly with you.”

“Hey, that’s better than going to work, going straight to the bar, getting shitfaced, flirting with a stranger, getting too sad to bone, then going home alone... Dammit. Maybe this is why the gossip fucker always calls me ‘Kellen the Crier.’” He sighed loudly, then went back to his task of getting the gristle off the chicken. Once that was done, he went to go crack a few eggs in a bowl, but stopped once Gracie started talking again. “Grace, I— fuck. You were the first person I fell in love with after years of shutting myself off from love. When I saw you in that bar back in 2018, I just knew there was something special about you.”

“Here I thought you were thinking, what is this girl doing in this bar,” she smiled, recalling the incident easily, seeming lost but also uncomfortable with the guy before Kellen saves her. Gracie could feel the butterflies erupting in the pit of her stomach at his confession, the look he gave her made it all the more intense, their time together was intense yet satisfying. “Or if I was lost.”

“Well, that too,” he teased, chuckling. “It really wasn’t your kind of bar.” Any type of bar was Kellen’s type of bar, which was exactly the problem. Except extremely fancy ones; those were the types of bars he was known for getting kicked out of.

Gracie laughed, "You do have a point." It was beyond her ideal area to get drunk yet she was there and almost got pounced on until Kellen came into the picture and saved her from being perhaps taken advantage of. "Why did you even help in the first place...I'm pretty sure I seen you entertaining someone else before you came and practically man handled me out of there." She jokingly stated, placing her hand on her hip as she leaned against the counter.

Kellen thought back to that night. He had been flirting with another girl before he found Gracie, but the other girl had as much personality as a pile of laundry. She seemed pretty annoyed when he left abruptly, but Kellen didn’t care. He had locked eyes with a distressed woman and something in him said that he needed to do something. “I dunno. My gut said so. Why’d you go to that scuzzy place to begin with?”

Grace chewed on her lip before speaking, “I just ended things with someone and he said I was so boring that I never excited him,” at the time she was a little hurt at those words but now she knew her worth and understand that sometimes it doesn’t go well for others. “So I figured why not go to the nearest grungy bar.”

He frowned at her answer. “You know that probably wasn’t one of your better ideas, right?” Abandoning cooking for a moment, he turned around, walking over to her. He hadn’t started breading the chicken yet, as he was distracted by conversation. “If it makes you feel any better, I think you’re very interesting. That schmuck missed out.” He leaned down, closing the gap between them by pressing his lips to hers.

Gracie was about to respond something witty when she felt his lips against hers, which she automatically leaned into him and grasping the side of his face. His words and his actions made her heart melt, realizing they were once again crossing the line of staying friends. But how could she when she loved him so much, the idea of food forgotten because she craved something more, she craved him.

Kellen knew he was playing a dangerous game. As always, Kellen was impulsive and didn't think about the consequences of his actions. This time, he didn't care what the consequences were as long as he could be close to her. He wanted to show her how he felt about her, and wanted reassurance that it wasn't all one-sided. He knew he had to go back to cooking soon, otherwise they'd be starving for the rest of the night. But for now, he just wanted to feel her lips against his and her hair through his fingers.

Gracie didn’t care for the food at the moment, she only cared for the moment she was sharing with Kellen, it felt comforting and the void in her chest was gone. The brunette moved her hand down his chest to slide under his shirt, shivering at the feeling of his skin against her hand. She knew she shouldn’t continue further than this, especially with them in the kitchen where her roommates could come back any second.

His breath hitched as her fingers met his skin. He put one of his hands on her hip, the other in her hair. In an act of impulse and desire, Kellen pulled her hair back, breaking the kiss to whisper in her ear, “So there are a few things that can happen next. You could help me finish making this meal… or we could take this into the bedroom. Your choice.”

She could feel goosebumps rising on her skin at his whisper, the way his lips brushed against them, she couldn’t think straight nor could she think logically at the moment as she weighed out the options. Gracie didn’t care about the food at the moment and she could only think of him at the moment, “bedroom,” she whispered and brought his lips back against hers.

“Good choice,” he whispered back, biting her bottom lip. The idea of just being friends had completely gone out the window. How could he just be friends with someone who he used to be so intimate with— who he still wanted to be intimate with? It just wasn’t going to work.

#Grace Rothschild #self para

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the-awoken-crusader-blog · 7 years

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Trouble is Brewing in Hanara City

[PoV: Dycae]

[Location: Hanara City Police Station]

I wasn’t surprised when I found myself back here in this place, since the files these folks possess have done me more good than any of them newspaper articles back in the library.

However what DID surprise me was when one of the cops called me in, saying something about their chief wanting to speak with me.

Was I nervous? Not really, didn’t do anything wrong here and I seriously doubt some of my past ‘deeds’ reached very far. So why did they want me? The hell if I know, best I go with them anyways to see what’s wrong.

I find myself sitting on a chair before the guy, who’s a very tough looking Granbull. The fella has the whole getup when it comes to cops, such as the vest and pants and even a shiny badge that says ‘Police Chief’ on it. The guy looks very tired though, making him much less intimidating than he would’ve been.

“So, what’s up chief?” I ask, leaning back slightly as I cross my arms over my chest.

He takes a quiet breath before beginning. “I’ve been hearing word that you’ve been going through our files.” The guy didn’t look mad or anything, so my first thought was that I wasn’t in trouble for that. “Our officers have informed that you said that these recent killings were not in fact by ‘The Rhapsodist’, correct?”

I nod my head. “Yeah, they don’t match up with ‘em.”

The fella’s face wrinkles slightly as he rests his hands on his desk. “I’m rather curious on that, so could you elaborate?”

“Well,” I start. “I’d hate ta’ admit it, but the Rhapsodist fella got class. He’s very clean with his kills, ‘cus he’s all about tryin’ ta’ make his work...beautiful.” My face twists into a frown when I say those words. “Those recent killin’s? They ain’t like anythin’ tha’ guy has done. All of 'em are brutal and incredibly messy, can’t imagine the guy suddenly changin’ his mind on how he kills things.”

I tap my chin. “If I remember correctly, there are three ways the Rhapsodist kills folks. He either stabs ‘em in the heart with a poisoned claw, beheads ‘em, or shoots a bullet inta’ their skulls.” I notice the Granbull’s eyes narrow at the mentioning of ‘bullet’. “But them other killin’s? It’s nothin’ like those three, I’ve seen limbs sliced off and faces torn apart. Whatever did that to those folks is an animal compared to tha’ Rhapsodist.”

“Then it appears we have another killer on our hands.” The Police Chief sighs, rubbing his eyes with his fingers.

“Yep.” I agree grimly. “However even though I plan ta’ hunt the Rhapsodist down, I ain’t gonna leave you folks hanging. If there’s a killer on the loose here, I plan ta’ deal with her just as much as the other fella.”

Upon hearing my words the Granbull relaxes slightly, a thankful smile spreading on his face. “Shadowjack, I’m happy to hear that you’re willing to help this city of ours.”

I wave him off. “Ain’t no problem, chief. I’m a bounty hunter, even though I make a livin’ off of huntin’ down bounties...I ain’t gonna leave folks in danger when there’s other trouble roamin’ around.”

“Very well.” The Granbull nods. “However, I have a proposition for you.”

This catches my interest, causing me to raise an eyebrow. “Yeah? What proposition ya talkin’ here?”

“The city of Hanara wants to collaborate with you in bringing this criminal to justice.” He says firmly. “Many families have lost their loved ones to this killer and we do not want many more to suffer. So in order to find them, we want you to work with us.”

Work with them? I ain’t too much of a big fan with reporting to folks, but I think I can make an exceptio-

“But we do not want to risk drawing too much attention.” He continues, interrupting my train of thought. “So we wish to assign one of our best to work beside you.”

Now that causes my thought process to hit a screeching halt.

Oh HELL no!

My eyes narrow in irritation. “Chief, I mean no offense.” I growl. “But I work alone. I got my own way of workin’, so I don’t want other folks ta’ get in my way.”

He nods his head slowly. “That’s understandable, from what I’ve heard you do indeed wish to work alone. So this asking a great deal from you.”

No shit.

“However,” He chuckles. “We plan to pay you for your efforts, since it’s only expected. So if you work with the city of Hanara, we will pay you $500,000 if you assist us in bringing the killer in through any means possible.”

At this point my jaw drops, just hearing that much made cash registers go ringing in my ears. That’s a very large number, never had a bounty ever reached that high.

Now this makes me reconsider my stance. Sure I work alone, but...that’s a great deal of money I’d be passing up there. Yeah I was planning on bringing dealing with the killer myself, but if the price for working with someone is that much money...then I’d be set for a good long while.

Eventually I crack a grin. “Well, ya make a hard bargain.” I chuckle, extending a gloved hand to him. “Ya got ya’self a deal, chief.”

He smiles as well and shakes my hand firmly. “We are glad have your assistance, Shadowjack.”

Releasing his hand I lean back in my chair again. “So,” I start. “Who’s the one that’ll be my partner?”

The Granbull reaches for one of them hand-radios and speaks a few words into them. A few moments later the door to the office opens.

“Police Detective Angelina Shade will be the one working with you.” He answers.

I turn my head to look at said cop only for me to pause.

Now, the first thing that pops into my mind is that she’s definitely rather stunning. She’s a Zoroark, but not an ordinary one. Seeing the grays and blacks on her form makes me assume that she also has Mightyena genes, making her a hybrid.

Another thing I notice is that her her mane is actually cut rather short and tied into a ponytail, I’m not too surprised though since having long hair would kinda work against ya when ya work for the force. She has the same navy uniform like the rest of the cops and even a shiny badge. However what also strikes my attention are her bright red claws and face markings as well as her sky blue eyes. She has a cool smile on her face and holds her head high, giving herself a confident air.

Yeah, now I’m starting to think I made the right choice.

Suddenly another thought crosses my mind on what the chief said earlier.

“Detective?” I repeat, looking at the Granbull questioningly.

Angelina however was the one that answered me. “I’m more 'involved’ than you think.” She grins.

The Granbull nods. “Indeed, Angelina may be one of our Police Detectives...but she’s also one of our best Under-Covers. Since we don’t wish to draw attention to ourselves and her skills are also some of the highest in our ranks, she is the one we will be assigning to work with you.”

I stand up from my chair and approach the gal, I open my mouth to properly introduce myself before a loud ringing sound is heard. I turn my head to see it’s the chief’s phone on the table, his face grows more serious upon seeing the name on the screen of the phone.

“I am sorry for this but I must ask you to leave my office, this is an important call.” He apologizes, his expression slowly softening back to its normal self. “However, I would like to wish you two the best of luck.”

I give a two-fingered salute. “Thanks chief, greatly appreciate it. We’ll do our best and bring her in.”

He nods his head at me thankfully. Heeding his wishes the two of us turn and make our way out of his office.

When the door closes I turn to face the gal, putting on my most charming smile. “So even though we probably already know each other’s names, we still haven’t technically properly introduced each other.” I chuckle.

Her cool smile widens somewhat at this, although she doesn’t really look impressed by my charming attempts. “That is quite true, however I want you to call me Trixie.” She lets out a very short chuckle. “It’s the name I go by when out in the field, since I don’t want people going around knowing who I truly am.”

I nod my head. “No worries here, I’ll be callin’ ya that from here on out.” I respond with a wink. “But even though ya probably know my name, I think I should still say it anyways. I’m-”

“Dycae Brask.” Trixie interrupts me, causing me to freeze. “I’ve read your files, so there’s no further need for that.” She shakes her head slightly, more in amusement than anything.

Now, at this point my whole ‘charm’ switch has been flipped. Now I’m feeling INCREDIBLY pissed. Why?

She said my actual name...in public...where everyone can hear...

My lips morph into a scowl as I glare daggers at her. “Do not...say...my name...again...” I hiss.

She tilts her head slightly, her face looking more unimpressed than confused. “What? Not proud of it?”

My hands clench together as I feel my blood boil. “Ya don’t deserve ta’ speak it.” I growl. “To ya, I’m Shadowjack and Shadowjack only.” I lean forward, my eyes narrowing. “Got it?”

Her own eyes narrow in response. “Deserve? I don’t know about you, but a name is a name. But if you want to feel better, fine.” She shrugs her shoulders. “I’m going to be calling you ‘Shadowjack’ anyways while we’re out there, but if you want to hang onto that name like that even when we’re in a place like this...fine. Be that way, not that it matters.” Her own claws clench as her voice grows an edge. “However I’m going to give you a warning, don’t talk to an officer that way. You could’ve caused a lot of trouble, but since this is first impressions...I’ll let it slide.” Her smile returns. “So don’t do that again, got it?”

I swear, I want to punch her in the face. The way she smiles...now it seems like I’m just some sort of kid who’s throwing a temper tantrum, as if she’s above me.

I take it all back, I regret my decision. Fuck this gal, I want nothing to do with her.

At this point I’m gonna denounce the whole thing and stomp right inside the chief’s office to call the ‘collaboration’ off, however before I could even begin I hear some chatter coming from the girl’s radio.

I don’t know what the hell they said but apparently the damn fox knows, seeing that her eyes widened. She quickly unclips the ‘speakie-bit’ from her vest and brings it to her mouth. “We’re on our way.” She speaks into it. The gal clips it back onto her vest before looking at me, her expression now serious. “Look,” She begins. “Bad start or no, we’re going to be working with each other.”

Like hell we are.

“I’ve just received a call, apparently another body was found.” Now this causes me to pause, my anger faltering for a moment. This didn’t leave Trixie’s notice. “Yeah, so we both need to head there immediately to check out the scene.”

She turns and starts walking out, only to stop at the end of the room to look back at me when I didn’t follow. “You coming?” She asks in annoyance.

I shake my head and growl softly. “Yeah yeah, I’m goin’.” I growl before following after her. “This better be worth it...” I mutter under my breath as we leave the station.

#the-awoken-crusader #dycaescrafty #trixiezoroyena #plot

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haunted-alien · 7 years

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so i did an ask reblog and @lamentedandmalcontented has requested for me to do all of them. and as they know, i never back down from a challenge. NEVER. (lmao) so let’s do this!

1: 6 of the songs you listen to most? Seen My Man(Trixie Mattel), Mr. Know It All(Young the Giant), The Calender(Panic! at the Disco), Somebody to Love(Queen), That’s Life(Frank Sinatra), Monster(Kayne West ft. Nicki Minaj)

2: If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be? Michlle Obama

3: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17. “Wings, and no eyes, figure unheedy haste”

4: What do you think about most? death lmao

5: What does your latest text message from someone else say? “Do we need coffee creamer do you know”

6: Do you sleep with or without clothes on? with

7: What’s your strangest talent? im not sure. im pretty boring lol

9: Ever had a poem or song written about you? nope

10: When is the last time you played the air guitar? i cant even remember

11: Do you have any strange phobias? not any strange ones

12: Ever stuck a foreign object up your nose? yes....

13: What’s your religion? prefer not to say

14: If you are outside, what are you most likely doing? probably relaxing with a cup of coffee

15: Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it? behind :)

16: Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band? i cant answer this

17: What was the last lie you told? yeah im doing great

18: Do you believe in karma? yes

19: What does your URL mean? it is pretty self explanitory. spooky extra terrestrials

20: What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength? weakness: my emotions. strength: willpower

21: Who is your celebrity crush? kate mckinnon

22: Have you ever gone skinny dipping? nope

23: How do you vent your anger? internalize that shit

24: Do you have a collection of anything? gems and healing stones!

25: Do you prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online? video chatting

26: Are you happy with the person you’ve become? yes and im excited to see where i go

27: What’s a sound you hate; sound you love? love: mechanical keyboards and acoustic guitar. hate: racism

28: What’s your biggest “what if”? what if i just died?

29: Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens? yes and yes

30: Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm. right: my monitor, left: my glass of water

31: Smell the air. What do you smell? my seaside candle

32: What’s the worst place you have ever been to? the inside of a heroins addicts house

33: Choose: East Coast or West Coast? east coast

34: Most attractive singer of your opposite gender? brenden urie

35: To you, what is the meaning of life? 42

36: Define Art. complicated and subjective

37: Do you believe in luck? kind of?

38: What’s the weather like right now? cloudy with a chance of rain

39: What time is it? it is 7:33pm

40: Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed? i do drive and i have never crashed

41: What was the last book you read? a midsummer’s night dream

42: Do you like the smell of gasoline? i do

43: Do you have any nicknames? alien

44: What was the last film you saw? i believe it was moana

45: What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had? i skinned my face

46: Have you ever caught a butterfly? yes :)

47: Do you have any obsessions right now? d&d

48: What’s your sexual orientation? bisexual

49: Ever had a rumour spread about you? many times

50: Do you believe in magic? in a way

51: Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong? i try not too but i can be pretty petty

52: What is your astrological sign? scorpio

53: Do you save money or spend it? save

54: What’s the last thing you purchased? my new computer!

55: Love or lust? love

56: In a relationship? no....

57: How many relationships have you had? one

58: Can you touch your nose with your tongue? no, i wish

59: Where were you yesterday? i was home

60: Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you? some pink running shoes

61: Are you wearing socks right now? yup

62: What’s your favourite animal? orangutans

63: What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you? sarcasm i suppose

64: Where is your best friend? at their home

65: Give me your top 5 favourite blogs on Tumblr. @maryarty @bestbewaremysting @hammertimeinthegrill420 @yourlocalvodkaaunt @thatsthat24

66: What is your heritage? Irish, Italian, and Slovakian

67: What were you doing last night at 12AM? watchin youtube i think

68: What do you think is Satan’s last name? i think that is his last name

69: Be honest. Ever gotten yourself off? .......

70: Are you the kind of friend you would want to have as a friend? im honestly not sure

71: You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do? save the dog

72: You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid? a)no, just tell the people that should know b) try to settle my life and worries c) i dont think so

73: You can only have one of these things; trust or love. trust

74: What’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it? seen my man by trixie mattel

75: What are the last four digits in your cell phone number? 0844

76: In your opinion, what makes a great relationship? love, trust, humor

77: How can I win your heart? be nice to me and like me back

78: Can insanity bring on more creativity? yes but also getting the help you need is more important

79: What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far? talking to the pretty girl who gave a presentation on fanfiction

80: What size shoes do you wear? 9

81: What would you want to be written on your tombstone? “i wanted to be cremated you twits”

82: What is your favourite word? soft

83: Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word; heart. beat

84: What is a saying you say a lot? “fuck” “fcuking shit”

85: What’s the last song you listened to? currently listening to told you so by paramore

86: Basic question; what’s your favourite colour/colours? black, white, blue

87: What is your current desktop picture? kermit the frog

88: If you could press a button and make anyone in the world instantaneously explode, who would it be? kim jong un

89: What would be a question you’d be afraid to tell the truth on? if *that person* asked if i liked them

90: One night you wake up because you heard a noise. You turn on the light to find that you are surrounded by MUMMIES. The mummies aren’t really doing anything, they’re just standing around your bed. What do you do? panic, wonder where the hell they came from

91: You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What is that power? honestly i feel like the most practical is endless money

92: You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again? prom with *that person*

93: You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be? being locked in my room while my parents screamed at each other for hours

94: You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who would it be? probably lana del rey

95: You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go? london

96: Do you have any relatives in jail? yes

97: Have you ever thrown up in the car? yes many times

98: Ever been on a plane? yup

99: If the whole world were listening to you right now, what would you say? please just be kind to one another and please just listen to each other. if everyone actually listened, we would be in a much better place

my goodness that was a lot! if any of you suffered through that, hi :) anyway that is them all!

#asks #haunted-alien

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swearronchanel · 7 years

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Who let me watch 5.06?

I should be doing an assignment that’s due tomorrow but ya know due tomorrow means do tomorrow. Lol I know I should be ashamed to be a procrastinator but university has ruined me anyway. I’m tired from literally going to one lecture haha, but in any event I’ve been rewatching mad men for the who knows what time but I thought I’d take a break from all that and watch an episode of CtM & @flyingnonny inspired me to do a reaction post so why not? I decided on 5.06 since last Sunday’s episode reminded us of that camping trip 😂😂 here goes nothing..

*skips intro bc I’m impatient*

Cute community moment ☺️

TRIXIE😍 slaying my life

Shelagh looks so good too 😍 and Angela melting my heart!

Why is shelagh forever wearing cardigans? I like cardigans every now and then but all the time, really?

Everyone is sitting outside, Trixie is in a sleeveless dress, as is Barbara, so it has to be warm?? take it off Shelagh

She’s still my bby though even if I don’t always agree with her fashion choices

what gross vejo pinching Trixie’s ass? That’s not ok

And Babs too lmao, creepy old man, die

Shelagh saying “hello dear” aw

But this is like the only interaction between Shelagh and Trixie & that does not suffice !!

ALL I WANT IS FOR THEM TO HAVE AN ACTUAL FRIENDSHIP IDC HOW MANY TIMES IVE SAID IT I REALLY Want it😭😭💕💕 my two fav bbys

I HAVE EVEN GIVEN REASONS WHY & I CAN GIVE THEM AGAIN *** 1) Why not?? Shelagh has like no real friends besides her husband and sort of Sister Julienne?

2) just please, because I’m asking nicely 3) When Shelagh was Sister Bernadette she was often friendly/ in the gossip and conversation with the nurses & remember that one time Trixie grabbed her to come listen to Jenny’s phone conversation?

4) Trixie was the only one besides Sister Julienne to visit her in the sanatorium. That has to count for something! 5) They’ve both been on the show since day 1 & have known each other the longest (besides the nuns) why wouldn’t they be friends or least actually speak to each other?

Aye this is the lady who’s fake pregnant

Shelagh wearing earrings though >> here for it

Sorry there will be a lot of gushing over Shelagh and Trixie

And also I WANT TRIXIE’S HOOP EARRINGS SO BAD, where can I find them??

And how do I get her clothes and figure and her everything lol?

PHYLLIS ! My champion

“Would it have killed you to sit down for five minutes and eat the whole thing!” I LOVE HER, SHE IS A GEM, A HERO, A BADASS & IM NOT READY FOR SUNDAY. IM GOING TO BAWL WITH AND FOR HER

she deserves the best

I think this is the only time I’ve ever heard Trixie address Shelagh by her first name?? a prob.

They need to interact more 😭💔💕😍 I will stop saying it when I’m dead even then I’ll prob say it

Actually when I think of it no one ever calls Shelagh by her first name besides obviously Patrick? And Sister Julienne

#MoreShelaghAndTheOtherNursesInteracting2k17aka1962

And I need at least two seconds of them dotting on pregnant Shelagh

Helen looks so good like goals

“I threatened to put one man over my knee but that only encouraged him” HA IM DEAD NO KINK SHAME

I think there’s been a similar joke before but fuck it it’s still funny to me

But seriously everyone loves Trixie lol how could you not though?

Hey Pats, it’s been a while

Lol omg Tim in that uniform.. Not the best costume 😂😂

Never seen Whistle Down the Wind

But you see, Tom and Babs making out as usual, I’m not knocking it lol but this is why Sister J told her to chill when they went to South Africa😂

also lowkey jealous bc Jack Ashton is handsome af and that could’ve been me but it’s all good. He and Helen are adorable together and I’m here for it x10000

Omg I forgot this lady got assaulted

Oh shit I just remembered this is the episode where sister MC is attacked FUCK WHY DID I WATCH THIS

she can’t report it bc she’d get arrested for soliciting wtf

But remember Shelagh wore the headbands in like series 3 (so glad she stopped I was not here for it)? They must’ve gave them to Babs lol

I forgot Trixie didn’t tell the nurses about AA yet

But she looks gorgeous as ever, even with her mascara running

Lowkey nauseas looking at all that fish ugh. Funny becuase they put a grocery store that has a fish market on the block up from where I live in NYC and I hate it

I forgot about Peter lol and he was in an episode this series whoops

LIKE WHERE’S YOUR WIFE LOL, *I know, too busy for this, I don’t think she’d fit in the series anymore anyway*

Sister Mary Cynthia 😰❣️

Lol she doesn’t sing loud enough ??

Sister Julienne is so cute when she smiles but don’t forget she’s a badass

REMEMBER THE AGGRESSIVE JACKET FLAP BC OF THE IRRITATING SISTER URSULA

How did this girl hide her pregnancy though?

And did her brothers just not realize she was pregnant and the mother wasn’t?

Oh jeez my cousin was a colic-y baby and my parents kept him like 3 days a week when I was in high school & it was a nightmare. I didn’t sleep for so long

Dont get me wrong I love babies. But when they scream when I’m trying to sleep, nope. Return to sender.

Shelagh is so excited about camping it’s the purest and most adorable thing 😭😭And I like her shirt

Shelagh made Tim copy the napkin folding from a magazine, SHE IS A GEM

“We never have serviettes on a weeknight” wtf did they just not use napkins every day? I’m confused Lmaoo. What am I missing here 😂omg that reminds me of one of the times my family and I went on a cruise (2006, hella long time ago already wow?? 11 yrs yikes) and my brother & cousin were late to dinner and lied to my mom & aunt saying they were at a “napkin folding class” & my family deadass believed it up until 2 years ago😂

Shelagh’s accent is so cute. I’ve said that many times but it’s so sweet. But again why do we just have to accept she’s Scottish with no context as to how/why she came to England? Like I’m sure there were convents in Scotland. I dont even care that much I just will forever be curious as to why it seems she had no life before she got married lol? Like they don’t ever bring up the fact she was a nun, but ok maybe she feels awkward talking about it but what about before?

They’re so excited it’s so precious, protect this family 😂😭💕💕

Sister MJ is fasting lol I should try it😂

Omg another dumb story, I didn’t realize today is Ash Wednesday and was hella confused seeing some people with ash on their forehead 😂😂 I should give up something for lent but idk what, we shall see. My mom gave up carbs last year & I died bc I lived at home and ate what she cooked and almost all my fav foods are carbs😂

Shelagh referred to Patsy as Patsy, I’ve only ever heard her say Nurse Mount??

lol Tim you’re what 14? you know damn well those arent* bullet holes

at least he has some of his innocence still. I didn’t @ 14

Sometimes I forget I’m gonna be 19 this year wtf. I’ve accidentally told people I’m 16 before and had to correct myself 😂😂

Patrick is excited about this holiday, boy you don’t know what’s coming 😂

HE’S GONNA ATTACK THE LADY WITH A BABY I FORGOT THAT TOO WTF

I wanna fight him

Diane’s anemic ? Or her mum is just assuming

SHELAGH IN HER CAMPING OUTFIT!! The hair scarf and trousers !! I’m so here for it 😍😭

I want to see her in another pair!! yes lets get it 1962. Probably not likely this series but hopefully next series!! Ah can’t wait

Shit this series is almost over 💔💔 but omg 1963 gonna be lit as well?!

Like the space race started/orbiting the earth, Kennedy’s assassination .. wait never mind lol I’m thinking of American History moments. but still a lot of it was crazy world news so maybe it’s mentioned?? first bond film came out in'63, petition for Tim to go take Susan whatever from around the corner to see it since we know he liked the novels

Lots of famous films came out in ‘63 so there’s gotta be some reference.

Fun fact: I love pop culture references in period drama bc I’m lame jk I’m majoring in education (to teach history)

Old news but still relevant: Phyllis’s turn on: Rolodex systems 📇

“CRANE, as in the wading bird or industry lifting equipment, whichever you prefer” LOVE U PHYLLIS, YOU CORRECT HIM

PHYLLIS’S FACE WHEN GODFREY SUGGESTS SHE CAME OUT OF RETIREMENT, IM DEAD

“I shall consider retirement when I’m at the appropriate age” IM LAUGHING SO HARD, FUCK YEA PHYLLIS. I LOVE HER SO MUCH, LINDA BASSET IS ON THE LIST WITH LAURA AND HELEN OF PEOPLE WHO COULD PUCH ME IN THE FACE AND I’D THANK

LOL SHELAGH JUST STANDING AWKWARDLY LISTENING TO THIS CONVERSATION

“Buenos vacaciones” I NEED MORE PHYLLIS WORKING ON HER SPANISH I LOVE IT, Ella es oro.

lol the roof rack, bet it was Phyllis’s they borrowed when they moved

PHYLLIS’S FACE OF DISGUST WHEN DR GODFREY SMILES AT HER IS ME ALWAYS

LOL THE THE NURSES & SISTER WINIFRED DYING OVER PATRICK’S SHORTS (EVen though sister W “swears she’s not looking”)

I THINK THE SOCKS AND WHITE DAD SANDALS ARE MORE AMUSING 😂😂

Poor Judith💔

It’s a vicious attack Sister J! But you don’t know it yet so I get u

Here comes summer..😂

SETTING UP IN THE POURING RAIN LOL

Shelagh and Angela being adorable !!

Tim and Patrick proud that they set the tents up & boom it falls 😂 which is symbolic for me taking exams, I think I did well or at least decent on them and then I find out I failed by like 5 points

Nonnatus table scenes <3 😭

”I’ve seen more dangerous marshmallow bunnies“ lmao Pats this is a serious moment I shouldn’t laugh

Shelagh took off her glasses 😉😏 but fr how is Laura Main so perfect

Patrick put scotch in its lit, pass it over😏

Lol Shelagh drinking is a strange thought but I’m so here for it. Nuns can’t drink right? Idk. Imagine her drinking alcohol for the first time and just getting drunk 😂 we know Patrick and Tim are lightweights getting drunk off one beer so I assume shelagh would too😂

Damn it Patrick, you spilled your cup. Furthermore proving you’re a disaster 😭

LMAO SHELAGH’s “WTF” FACE WHEN SHE ASKS PATRICK WHAT HE’S THINKING ABOUT AND HE SAID THE ULCER CLINIC

LIKE C'MON PATRICK YOU KNOW WHERE SHELAGH WAS TRYNA GO WITH THAT😂

“And if you don’t mind my saying so, you’re not exactly Cliff Richards yourself” SHELAGH 😂😂 another great line of hers, love it

I love their playful banter lol we need more of that 😂 but lets be real series 6 has had some of the greatest Shelagh and Patrick moments so I can’t complain 😭😍

Peter and Barbara is such a unusual dynamic haha

“How is chummy?” Wait does Babs even know Chummy? I don’t even remember if they met tbh

But for real Shelagh did you really think Patrick would just forget about work completely ??

Lol Angela crying because she is petrified of squirrels😂😂and Shelagh running to her is so cute.

Why didn’t she just get rid of the *creepy* squirrel nutkin book? it seemed like they still had it in series 6 haha

rice pudding is I think the same as aroz con leche, lol it’s gross sorry

Diane’s water broke oh shit

the Turners all in the tent playing I spy bc it’s raining haha

I went camping for the first and last time this past summer w/ my sister in laws & her friends, it was awful 😂😂 I got like 100 mosquito bites that became welts, i literally slept in the car the second night & it was mid July fairly south of east coast aka it was humid and sticky af , there were wild horses that walked around..Thank God they brought alcohol cause it was a nightmare I don’t wanna remember 😂😂

ANGELA IS SO CUTE UGH & ANOTHER GREAT SHELAGH FACE😂

lol yes go to a hotel, should’ve done that from the get

So what exactly does Fred run? some civil defense thing?

She’s in labor and can’t even scream omg, I’m screaming

“They are often incorrect in their opinion” Sister MJ is a gem. I want someone to look at me the way Sister MJ looks at cake and the television

Phyllis yelling at Dr Godfrey😂

PATS’S FACE OF DISGUST IS ALSO ME

HOW DO THESE WOMEN GIVE BIRTH STANDING/SITTING UP?? AHHHH

There you are Beatrix, it’s been a while

Patsy being suspicious with the card game line lol. but when is Trixie going to find out about Patsy and Delia?

SHE RIPPED OUT HER WOMB?! WTF OMG IM SCREAMING

THIS HURTS TO WATCH AHH

Trixie and Sister MC to the rescue but omg this is wild I forgot

Fred wtf you can’t be sneaking up like that

DONT LEAVE SISTER MC ALONE TRIXIE

NOO, IM NOT PREPARED FOR THIS

“There are flowers on the table, and feathers in these pillows, that’s all the nature I need to get back to” I feel you Patrick lol, I like nature but not camping

Lol remember Shelagh’s old nightgown? ah I don’t miss it. The bri nylon is such a look™ & obviously has magically powers i.e this miraculous conception.

“..or they’ve been mulled to death by squirrels” IM DEAD HAHA THAT WAS A GOOD DAD JOKE, NICE ONE PATRICK

aw the baby is so precious

Why is the operating room/being in surgery called theatre in the U.K.?? and why is the doctor’s office/practice called the surgery? so many questions from a confused American..

Sister MC by the docks😭💔 she was just chillin with God and THIS HORRIBLE MAN RUINS EVERYTHING WTF UGH

Oh no

SISTER MC JUST UNCONSCIOUS ON THE DOCKS WTF IM CRYING WHY WOULD HURT HER

Patrick even if you were there she wouldn’t have called you, don’t blame urself

it’s not your arrogance sister MC!!

“don’t you even say the word fault, do you hear me, I won’t allow it” 😭💔 it’s NOT your fault sister MC 😰

I forgot how upset/hurt this episode makes me

“The worst thing is that I actually stopped to pray…” my heart hurts

You can’t even blame her for being angry😪

Judith you’re not a bad mother!! This isn’t your fault either

Sister MJ IN THE BATHROOM WITH HER😢😢💔💔 I’m c r y i n

I SAID PROTECT THEM AT ALL COSTS WHY DID THEY HURT ME LIKE THIS

Everyone so quiet at the table..

ILL FOREVER BE PROUD OF HOW BRAVE SISTER MC IS FOR SPEAKING UP FOR HER AND THE OTHER VICTIMS💖😭💔

Russian prison tats??

“I thought at first it was a test of faith, but it was a test of strength. I can bear more than I ever though I could and I can bear it for others because my strength is a gift, from him..” brb sobbing

I feel so bad for Mrs Hills bc I understand she thought she was doing the right thing and was trying to protect her daughter from the stigma & judgment from having a baby born outta wedlock 😭

But damn she almost killed her & now she can’t have any more kids

“I’m a mum, mum” Aw

lol I want children (obviously not anytime soon) but if I do Ima be shook for the rest of my life. Like my kids will be like grown & I’ll still wake up like wtf I had them? Lmaoo

SHELAGH’S GREY DRESS >>😍

Patrick jumping on the bed was cute lol

The Turners being cute and an unrealistically perfect family together as usual

Trixie 😍off to her AA💕

“I think it’s about time I came clean..”

Im so proud of her omg. She’s come so far in 6 series 😭💖💖😭

And Patsy and Delia are supportive yess👏🏼

“New truths were being spoken at Nonnatus house, but some remained concealed. While one voice rose, striving to erase its agony in song.”

Thanks Vanessa,, The End 😭

#call the midwife #lets get it 1962 #I'm too attached to this beautiful show #like TRASH for this show #my commentaries™

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artificialqueens · 4 years

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Galactica, Chapter 5 (Group Fic) - TheDane/Veronica

A/N: Since we’re on a roll and impatient as fuck, we decided to up our posting rate! Hope you enjoy! Click here if you’re looking for previous chapters (or here if you’d rather read on AO3). 💫

Last Chapter: Violet gave Trixie a heads-up about Fame’s dislike of the new collection, and moved into her new apartment--where she found some very welcoming neighbors.

This Chapter: All hands on deck as Fame demands a complete reconceptualization of their Spring collection.

***

Fame swept into the office on Monday, all business, barely looking Violet in the eye as she rattled off a waterfall of orders.

Fame pulled off her coat and dropped it, nearly letting it fall on the floor before Violet dove forward to catch it.

“Have you taken care of the messages I left you over the weekend?”

Fame seemed almost frantic, her energy all over the place.

“I’m almost done Miss,” Violet folded her coat over her arm, holding out her hand for Fame’s bag. “I just need to confirm wit-”

“Good.” Fame hung her bag on Violet’s wrist, the weight almost toppling Violet over if it hadn’t been for her hours at the gym. “Have you ordered the new fabrics I talked about?”

Violet nodded. “They are on their wa-”

“And what about my new assistant?”

“Yes-” Violet reached for her desk, a stack of resumes already printed out. “I’m starting the pre-interviews tomorrow-”

“Wonderful.” Fame completely ignored Violet and the papers she was holding out, instead walking towards her office. Violet quickly disposed of Fame’s coat and bag, putting both down on her desk so she could grab Fame’s coffee and the letters for the day before she followed her.

“Remember, only perfection is accepted,” Fame instructed, settling down at her desk.

“Yes, Miss.” Violet handed her the coffee, which Fame took a single sip of before she scrunched her nose and handed it back to Violet.

“I’d like a new latte and a medium fruit salad, no pineapple.”

“Yes Miss.”

“Is that the schedule for the day?”

Violet nodded and handed her the paper.

“Also, before you go. Get Raja up here. I need to discuss the collection. That’s all,” Fame said, turning to her computer.

It wasn’t for a few minutes that Violet realized how serious Fame was about the collection change. She was standing in line at the coffee shop, checking her email, when she saw that Fame had sent one to the entire senior management team.

Subject: URGENT

All hands on deck meeting at 3 pm today to discuss a complete re-conceptualization of our Spring collection. Bring your best ideas, ready to discuss, along with samples and visual aids. Be prepared to work late.

Violet gulped, forwarding the email to all of the applicable assistants, when another one ticked in.

Subject: Violet - Get me Pearl

***

“This is interesting, try to get a sample of the skirt done ASAP and then spruce up the sketch,” Trixie said.

Trixie had been walking around the busy design floor, checking out what his team had come up with over the weekend. Ever since getting Violet’s text last Friday, he had a sinking feeling in his stomach that Fame was about to bring down a hammer, and so they needed to be prepared with new ideas.

Half of the team was working on changes and additions to their current collection. Half of them were working on entirely new concepts and ideas.

‘Remember guys,’ he’d said before they left on Friday. ‘This is a spaghetti against the wall situation. No bad ideas, time to explore everything. If it’s unique and innovative, that’s a plus. Pull out your passion projects.’

The truth was, Trixie had no idea what to expect. Fame had been silent all weekend, which made him even more nervous. Usually she’d send at least a few texts or emails. Ideas that popped into her head. A doodle on a notepad. Image references. But now, when she was allegedly questioning their whole collection? Nada.

Trixie walked over to where April was draping out an ornate sample dress in multiple shades of blue, telling her to carry on. Then he moved on to Alexis, scrutinizing the sketches on her desk with a critical eye.

“Some of these shapes are interesting, but I need you to redo them with different colors and fabrics,” he told her. “Remember, the color story is apparently the thing she’s most ambivalent about.”

“Got it,” Alexis said with a good-natured sigh, picking up a fresh pad.

“Um, Trixie?” Kandy looked up, a terrified look on her face as she hung up the phone.

“Yes?”

“Raja says to check your emails, don’t panic, and that she’s coming down to fill you in,” Kandy said.

Trixie pulled out his phone, stomach lurching as he read the email from Miss Fame, face going pale.

His worst fear had just come true: they were facing a complete reconceptualization. He looked up, forcing a smile in order to not terrify the design team even more.

“Okay,” he said, attempting to keep his voice light. “New plan...Blu, Jovan, Gia? Forget about the adjustments you were working on. We’re looking for fresh ideas, anything that you think could be a new signature piece. Everyone: the deadline is today at 3 pm.”

A small gasp rippled through the team as they realized how soon that was.

“Three pm?” Blu asked, the Irish designer looking like she might burst into tears.

“Yeah.” Trixie scanned the room again, hating the anxiety that he saw on everyone’s face, which he knew full well was not conducive to innovation. “And try to have fun. Remember, this is fashion, not heart surgery. No one’s gonna die.”

“We might die,” Jovan muttered under his breath, ripping his current piece out of a sewing machine and tossing it onto the ground.

“It’ll be okay,” Trixie put a hand on Jovan’s shoulder. He was his oddest worker, the wrinkly brain he had coming up with the most beautiful, crazy, intricate ideas when he was left to his own devices. “I promise.” Trixie squeezed, trying to put as much conviction behind his words as he could. “Just do your best.”

***

Pearl had just settled into her chair, ready to see if anything exciting had happened on Twitter while she had been by the design department to give Trixie his lunch.

It wasn’t something she normally did, but Katya had been near heartbroken when she saw that Trixie had forgotten the lunchbox she had made him that morning, and since Pearl was a pretty damn good roommate in her own opinion, she had volunteered to deliver it.

Katya had given her a kiss and a hug as thanks before she hurried out the door, two tote bags and canvas under both arms. If Pearl didn’t love her so much, she’d be almost disgusted with how good of a human being Katya was, spending her summer as a volunteer art teacher at a community center in the Bronx.

Her beating heart was however also the reason that Pearl hadn’t been kicked out of the apartment she shared with her Trixie when he and Katya had started dating, so who was she to complain?

A polite cough came from the door just as Pearl was catching up on Olivier Rousteing’s Instagram. She turned around and came face to face with Violet.

Pearl smiled; it was always a joy to see Violet, the other always a sight for sore eyes with her almost impeccable beauty.

It was always fun to see what Violet would wear, the woman almost vintage in her style.

“Is that Gabbana?”

“Of course it’s Gabbana” Violet smoothed down her skirt, and Pearl smiled. She was the only person who Pearl knew that could wear a button up, and still look like someone begging to get fucked.

“You’re late.”

“Am I?” Pearl smirked. Violet was fun to rile up, but Fame was her favorite, one of her very best days at work happening because she had agitated her boss on purpose.

“Is this about the collection? Trixie told me Fame has officially freaked.”

Violet didn’t say anything, and Pearl almost wanted to roll her eyes.

“I’ll take that silence as a yes.”

Violet was an annoyingly good assistant, never saying a word against Fame, always holding her tongue even when it would have been more than fair to complain.

“She wants you in her office in 10.”

“So I’m not actually late?” Pearl turned around to her iMac, seeing that the small email icon on her screen was blinking red. “Ah.”

Pearl realized that Violet had just saved her from Fame’s disappointment, but there was no way she was going to let the other know of her gratitude.

It was too early in the game for that.

“Sorry for helping you.” Violet huffed, rolling her eyes. “Here-” Violet put a folder down on Pearl’s desk. “In case you want to actually prepare-”

“Thanks Vivi.”

“Don’t call me that.”

***

“Shit.” Trixie exhaled a groan of frustration as he dumped down in his chair. He had known the email was coming, but it had still felt like a punch to the gut when he’d actually seen it.

Raja had come straight from a meeting with Fame, and Trixie had known it was bad, real bad, when he had seen how Raja’s normally ice cold exterior was chipped.

Trixie sighed, burrowing his head in his hands for a minute. He hated having to push his designers, hated forcing them to deliver in extreme conditions. A few of them thrived on it, Betty always delivering excellent work, while Aiden almost always buckled when he didn’t have time to pay attention to his details.

Trixie reached into his mini-fridge, taking the lunch Pearl had stopped by to drop off for him. It was only 10:30, but he unpacked it anyway. Katya had packed two pieces of carrot cake, a can of diet coke and as Trixie opened the metal container, the lovely smell of Katya’s best mushroom and cheese blinis greeted him.

He opened his drawer, pulling out a fork as he turned his computer on, the promise of carrot cake the only thing getting him through the avalanche of worried emails he knew was waiting for him.

***

Raja heaved a sigh as she stepped off the elevator. She’d been trying to give Trixie a warning about Fame’s current state of mind without causing the EVP of Design to freak out, but couldn’t shake the notion that she’d failed, seeing the crease in his forehead deepen the more she spoke, until she’d finally just left him with a firm pat on the back. She entered her own suite, the rich fabrics and warm colors immediately soothing her, although her relief was short-lived, since Jaida was perched on Ivy’s desk, a stern look on her face.

“I need to talk to you.”

Jaida was the most recent addition to their management team. The bright, resourceful CFO joined them almost two years ago, when Patrick stepped away from the day to day financial management to focus on his own firm. She’d truly been a godsend—immediately understanding the need for creative flexibility in their budgets, and helping to streamline the company’s organization in a way that was incredibly effective even as they grew by leaps and bounds.

But now, Jaida’s beautiful face was about the last one that Raja wanted to see. She was well-aware that Fame’s email had caused mass panic, and Jaida’s mind was probably already spinning in 100 different directions, thinking about how their timelines would now completely change the budget for Fashion Week beyond the normal contingency plan.

Raja gestured to her office, resigned to have this conversation now, and Jaida immediately sailed in, settling on the forest green velvet couch that Raven had picked out. Raja turned to Ivy, requesting some herbal tea, before joining her.

“So, Jaida, what are you brightening my day with?”

“An entire reconceptualization, Raja?”

“I’m aware that-”

“Has she completely lost it? Can’t you talk to her?” Jaida implored.

“Fame has made up her mind.”

“Ughhh!” Jaida’s hand fell into her hands.

“What a mature response-”

Raja was cut off when Shangela burst into the office. One of their longest and most loyal employees, the Director of Operations usually never panicked, taking on every challenge with an almost annoying amount of enthusiastic joy.

It was possible, Raja supposed, that she was extra annoyed by Shangela because of their failed relationship, but she liked to tell herself that that was besides the point.

“There you are! I’ve been looking all over for you!” Shangela exclaimed, taking a seat across from Jaida.

“I was stalking Ms. Gemini here.” Jaida pointed with her thumb.

“Shangela, you’re in my office-” Raja began.

“Listen. I just want to make sure everyone understands the situation at hand. Bendela is already asking to double the staff in the tailoring department through September, and Alyssa says that this is going to potentially triple the budget for the media campaigns, and-”

“I know! It’s a shit show!” Jaida exclaimed.

Raja closed her eyes. Where the fuck was Ivy with her tea?

“I hear your concerns, however, we haven’t even had the creative meeting yet, so don’t you think we’re getting a little ahead of ourselves?”

“But Bendela says-”

“Of course she does, Shangela.” Raja sighed. Shangela was always so dramatic, but she was irritatingly good at her job.

“Bendela’s been requesting to hire more tailors for months now. That doesn’t mean that her estimate is accurate and if she truly sticks to her guns, Trixie just interviewed potential interns. I’m sure some of them can be assigned to tailoring.”

Ivy pushed her way through the door, a tray with coffee and tea for everyone in her hands.

“Right, okay, but what about-”

“We’re going to get through today, listen to what Fame has to say, what ideas everyone comes up with, and then reconvene tomorrow morning,” Raja said, gratefully accepting the tea that Ivy handed over.

“Fine,” Jaida said. “But if I were you, I’d convince Miss Fame that the current collection is brilliant.”

“You don’t think I tried that?” Raja laughed.

“Fair enough,” Jaida replied, finally letting a small giggle escape.

“Another day in paradise,” Shangela added, rising up from the couch.

#rpdr fanfiction #thedane #veronica #galactica #lesbian au #fashion au #pearlet #violet chachki #miss fame #trixie mattel #pearl liaison #raja gemini #jaida essence hall #shangela laquifa wadley

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Episode #7: I Stick Out Like A Sore Thumb -Tyler

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=vIxALFpDbbk

I didn't look at my phone for 10 minutes and I'm on a different beach

I am back with Tyler, who sees me as a threat, and Shoib, who left me out of the vote. However I have Julia with me, who I love, and Mo and Ben who were on my swap tribe. Hopefully I will be able to get through this round or get Tyler out this round. either way seems fine with me.

Hey everyone, karma got its kiss for me. So the thing is, I'm a little concerned about the original Preciado tribe, especially if we all make it to the final 9 (R.I.P Jacob) mainly because I'm afraid that I'm not really close to some of my OG tribe like Eddie and Drew. One of my many talents is jumping to conclusions so I could be dead wrong on the fact that it'll be about relationships when it comes to the final 9, but if I am right I need to find a way to take out some of the stronger players. So my dumbass is gonna try some shit and probably fail miserably.

https://youtu.be/tJGazlLR_eQ

WHOOT TEAM PLEASE SAVE US FROM TRIBAL AS I NEED TO SURVIVE. Julia Save my soul love.

I've never been more humiliated, 420 ruined my game.

THIS IS HOMOPHOBIC BECAUSE I'M GAY AND DIDN'T CONSENT

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a9aQRb_LJmo&feature=youtu.be

What ass backwards flu is goin around First i'm on a tribe of all winners and then suddenly we start losing everything. Is it because we lost Drew? what the fuck That challenge was fun but I'm sad we lost by a point. And then Ben volunteers both of us to do it when we weren't in sync! like boi I do not TAN on vacation I SLEEP. So we gotta vote someone out. And Ben and Mo and I have made a Woolliance so we can coordinte votes and junk and it seems like they wanna vote Tyler, which I don't... like but hey it's not my ass I hope merge is soon because I really can't risk having to vote out someone else because my next priority would be Julia and I just feel like that would be a problem. ALSO I can't target Heather because people love her too much like... goddamnit

Im pretty sure I’ve been swap fucked. My entire alliance is on the other tribe. I was put on a tribe with a bunch of people I don’t know, and someone I have bad blood with. The only people I’ve played with previously are mitch who I never really spoke to and shoib who I trust but isn’t very active. I have tried to talk to people but a lot of them are difficult to engage with. They don’t really make conversation, don’t ask me questions back, and don’t seem interested in talking to me. It feels like they know I’d be an easy vote because I’m a fan and I’m from the other tribe. I stick out like a sore thumb. Furthermore, the comp players were randomized and I ended up not even getting to participate and help the tribe. I will try to create better relationships today but I don’t know how well that is going to work. I have my advantage, but again I’m not sure if it will be enough. Hopefully today I can get myself clued into the vote and hopefully it won’t be me.

We won! Yay! And I'm like medium happy with the tribe swap, I just wish I had mitch on my tribe like dad come back. Anyway since we won not a lot is happening so instead please enjoy this twitter video I found this morning it's pure gold watch until the end YAY

https://twitter.com/shonnotsean/status/968163823088783367?ref_src=twcamp%5Eshare%7Ctwsrc%5Eios%7Ctwgr%5Eother%7Ctwcon%5E7100%7Ctwterm%5E3

So another tribal and I feel safe, my name hasn't come u at all and I really want Ben gone because I BARELY talk to him and think he is a good social player would be a threat come merge, he is also a fave and like I need the fans to stay or we could be in deep shit. I think rn I will vote Tyler or Benjamin, Tyler wants to vote Julia but I trust Julia and DO NOT want that to happen. ________________________________________________________________ Ok so like now the vote is changing to Tyler, many people feel as though he is playing way TOO HARD, he trusts me but like if that is what people want I have to go along with it

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=W5c-PHtQ_P8

Oh honey, oh hoooooooooneeeeeeey. Tyler honey? Coming after me honey? I think the fuck not, I didn't get to beat my record of 8th place, I'm not ready to go.

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=SKw5ZbzanU8 ________________________________________________________________ So we currently are like just an hour and 18 mins from tribal and i'm extremely anxious. Idk how i can not be worried. Like this is a dangerous and big vote tonight let me tell you. But if this works out in my favor, than i've seriously been playing the game smart. Because I have so many people coming to me at the moment it's not even funny. And if I get to merge, I don't even know if I have to worry at the beginning. I have a shoib, julia, trixie f3 going on, a julia, matt, and rebecka f3, an autumn & julia f2, and a heather & julia f2(?). I also think I am in the good graces of Mo atm for exposing Tyler to him. So HOPEFULLY all my hard work pays off tonight and Tyler leaves. The funny thing about that situation is how once Shoib said he mentioned my name, I went all in. My goal is to know everything that is said in this game. And the moment someone mentions me and I find out, they are my no.1 target. Because honestly, in survivor you shouldnt give out second chances. Ok im rambeling at this point but yeah. Im def anxious.

WE SWAPPED! I'M HOME! WE WON! It's like everything is back to normal, but with Jake and Trixie to add to the funderfulness. We just made F13, I feel okay, just a little worried for Tyler. Shoib should be mostly okay but Ty is gonna need some assistance. I'm worried for his ass but I'm really hopeful that I can make merge with this group.

ALSO I TOTALLY NEVER MENTIONED THIS. I ended up actually TELLING HEATHER ABOUT TRIXIES IDOL. I know you must think i'm dumb, and i'm questioning my decision too, but I think it's a good decision? My entire point was to bring Heather in closer so that she can trust me more. And I do believe it worked SOOOO, with that said, I think I will be gucci.

Don't write your confessional last minute challenge. I'm sorry hosts for always writing last minute confessionals that don't really give much of an in depth view into my strategy cause I don't have time to articulate it since I always fill it out last minute before tribal. But anyway, what was happened since the last tribal? a damn swap. I stayed with Autumn, I stayed with Jake, and I stayed with Drew. Staying with Autumn and Jake is soooooo iconique but I hate that Drew is on this tribe because I feel like they will target one another and I will have to pick a side, which is confirmed to be Autumn's side. IDk,,,, love that girl whew. So yea, if that happens and I can't do anything to make it better I will be standing behind Autumn. Drew and I don't even really talk any game and Autumn and I have like lonnnnngg game talk calls. My gut tells me to stick with her, so I'll follow my gut. I have had such a trash social game since we swapped. Catch me literally not having a conversation with anyone except jake and rebecca. Short ones at that. I need to step it up and winning these people over. I definitely plan on sticking with our alliance from our old tribe. Jake and Autumn are probably the people I feel the most comfortable with on this tribe. I think Rebecca wants to work with me and I think she also wants to work with Autumn so it would make sense that we would be able to get her to vote with us. Drew would vote with us too if he didn't decide to just target Autumn. I need to say hey to matt summers now that I'm thinking about it. I haven't talked about anything with him and he was someone who I was hoping to work with on the other tribe. Yikes... I hate myself. That's all I really can think of talking about and I can't type anymore.

#TurnUpTheHeat #confessionals

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Episode 5 - I Just Want To Go Chill On The Beach With My Friends ~ Quillynn

THIS TRIBE IS FUCKING UGLY OH MY GOD IM GONNA SCREAM. *screams* dana Im going to kill you and yes I blame dana for everything. Anyone, putting me on a tribe IN THE MINORITY and on a tribe with ryan of all people... well might as well just dig my grave now. Like rest in peace regan. May 28th, 1998- October 2nd 2017 rip

I'm glad this is happening. We have the comp beasts besides Regan on our side, AND we also have Akito. So it's tit for tat. Hopefully we can have some Yala tribe alliance going. However, I like Jackson. He's seems really nice. Also Jordan can go because he hates us all so bye. And why did Ry block Akito? I now love that they mutinied.

wow i mutiny'd, blocked this whole tribe, didn't use my idol and still stayed during tribal. lol

So I talked big during the voting confessionals. AND GUESS WHO JOINS!!! Bryce... AINT THAT NICE but tbh i talk big yet i cant help myself but now I have to lie about certain people because i need to build trust and relationships.

I swear to god if they send Jordan Means to Exile im quitting because people should want him gone ASAP!!!! He's a target in everyone's radar and if he makes it to the end like god almighty it's like Drew All over again.

*clap* I hope we win!

Okay havent done one of these since the swap but here goes. I am not happy with this swap because even tho i have raf as an ally im not really liking not being with richie and regan seeing as how they actually do well in challenges. Luckily the other tribe still has a bunch of inactives but regan and richie have shown in the past that they can solo carry a chalenge so im worried. Especially since trixie wanted to go to exile and then wouldnt let us send regan. i was away at the time and it sucks because i really think we should have sent regan or richie so they couldnt compete instead of quinlynn who idk if they are really playing. Luckily the challenge is something im not bad at so maybe I'll do well. Plus we did win reward by a landslide so maybe the other tribe will bring regan and richie down. speaking of the reward i think some people like erased their names last minute which is sus but w/e!! We still won. But im looking to make something with jackson and raf because i like them both and maybe rtp but i feel like raf and him wont work together idk?

Im going to miss kelsey and linus but fuck regan and jordan lol! I don’t even care game wise i just want to go chill on the beach with my friends~

The curse is broken!!!! Final 13 and possible Merge is coming!!

Hi I'm Jackson and this is my fifth confessional.

I'm not going to to tribal!! Thanks to a tribe swap that basically gutted old Rayong (leaving only me and Akito left), new Rayong won reward AND immunity and THEN we gained Quillynn from a mutiny! this is the best shit ever because now Ryan and Jordan (who i don't want to play with) are stuck on a losing tribe with Regan (who I've heard can be temperamental) and it's going to drive them up the wall. Hopefully Jordan's wasted idol play will come back to bite him and he'll get voted out because I would still prefer that Kelsey and Linus survive. Anyway I've gotten to know pretty much everyone on the new tribe except for Eric and Ryan T., who seem nice but haven't really been responsive to me except for in the group chat. If we lose, I'd kinda like to see one of them go but to be honest I'd be fine with riding a series of wins until the merge. Okay bye I'm procrastinating too much

i hate..... everything i was on a tribe that didnt lose a single challenge, i didnt have any 1 on 1 private conversations or relationships with anyone on the tribe but we all got along well and had worked well as a group so i was satisfied.... then yall swap and now im on a tribe of 7 where 5 of the people were from the flop tribe so not only am i in the minority but i'm in the minority where the majority was on a tribe that couldnt win a challenge to save their lives so unsurprisingly we lost this immunity and now its time for tribal with people who ive never talked to :) :) :) quillynn mutinied so thats one less person to have to worry about but still it could easily be a 4 vs 2 vote and the 1 person from my original tribe is regan who i love dearly shes truly one of the most iconic people of all time but in my list of people who are reliable game strategists i can count on to come up with plans and bounce ideas off of shes not necessarily someone i can do that with...... i did talk to Ryan a little bc we were on the same starting tribe before he mutinied so i got some light tea from him regarding the dynamics of the other tribe and he said that the alliances on the pther side were a 5 person alliance of akito, Jackson, quillynn, Kelsey and linus versus tyler, isaac and jordan.... tyler and isaac are gone so jordan stands alone from that minority group + its kinda weird that quillyn mutinied onto a tribe where original yala has the numbers especially since she was on a tribe with linus and kelsey who ryan said she was in an alliance with???? but maybe shes closer to akito and jackson + the other tribe is full of the people who kept winning challenges so idk but regardless idk whats going to go down for this vote but im annoyed that im on a tribe with a bunch of people who suck and im miserable

I AM A CHALLENGE GOD!! NO MATTER WHAT TRIBE IM ON I WILL BE INVINCIBLE BET EVERYONE WANTS TO BE ME HUH. jk omg im so glad to be on this tribe thats winning. people joining this tribe? not cool.... hope Q is nice tho. I feel like jackson is a threat tbh but like im gonna idol myself and vote him when we lose so watch out

I don't even know what to say. Tribe swap, sure, now that Akito and Jackson are both gone, I'm stuck with an angry Jordan, an unsure Linus, Quill who's just...THERE and these new people. Richie seems very close to me and I do feel confident talking with him and then there's Regan...girl. I feel very shaky around Regan. She's hit or miss, and when she misses, she misses pretty badly...but eh, I'll work with what I've got. Now, going into the tribal, it would be spectacularly easy to vote out Quill because of her absences but I'm the LAST person to judge on that area so...it's hard. Now that Jordan is rather distant from me, I could easily vote him out but I really do want to be in the end of the game with him and I want us to do as swell as possible. Out of everyone...I don't know. I'd rather vote for Ryan. But GOD. I have been to FIVE. BLOODY. ELIMINATIONS. IN A ROW. Geez LOUISE, I hate that this is happening. Girl, I'll do whatever it takes to get the crown, don't get me wrong...but WHY is this HAPPENING?!? I can't keep doing this...I really can't. My tribe has GOT to pull it together. It's testing me, I'm really ready to just go off on everyone for their lack of trying. I know that I TURNED this last immunity out so...WHAT'S the tea??? I just hope that I will just get a week to SIT and RELAX with these people. Because currently, there's no time to talk about life, we have to cut hookers WEEK after WEEK and it's...tiring. Girl, I can't even tell you where I'm going this week. Hopefully, straight back to camp. Let's give it everything we got.... *sigh* And THAT'S all there is to it~! W-We've got to win eventually...right? -Kelsey V Mikaelson

I am glad we won the challenge because honestly, I didn't really know my position in the tribe and whether or not I could be a target. Everyone seems so social and I wouldn't be surprised that most of them are in alliances without me.

I am happy Quillynn is back with us? But also I feel like I have to stick with Jackson's Alliance... despite me wanting to make moves but looking at how this game goes on forward. Trixie/Regan alliance is far more powerful then us. So if Linus and Kelsey are still here to the end, I may have to betray Quillynn and Jackson at that time. I hope I can make it through.

hi im happy to be on a tribe with jackson and quil. boba tea + fish has arrived!!

So what the fuck do i even have to talk about...havent lost a fucking challenge yet which is awesome...and now ppl are mutinying to us...its getting interesting...im still being the old gramps and no one is even talking to me...but we will see how this goes lmfao

I hope these people vote me out because I don't like them and I threw the challenge because I don't like them.

Here's your confessional stop blowing up my inbox!!

Voting Confessionals

Meh whatever, I vote for Jordan

Kelsey was medevaced

#worthplayingfor #confessionals

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Leather and Lace: Chapter 3 (Shalaska, side Trixya) - dandelionprophets

A/N: HS Shalaska AU where Alaska is a pretty cheerleader and Sharon is an outcast. Chapter one, chapter two.

In this chapter two very different groups reluctantly come together.

Sharon feels nervous again on Monday, and she wonders if this is going to be a regular thing now. Alaska is early, like her, and she walks in on her own. She is not wearing her cheerleading outfit for once, instead wearing a black skater skirt on grey tights, with a woolen pink sweater that clashes horribly with her bright red nails. Her hair is in a messy bun on top of her head, and it looks a bit like she just rolled out of bed. Sharon forcibly moves her thoughts away from Alaska in bed, instead smiling at her and waving slightly. To her surprise, Alaska foregoes her usual seat and sits down right next to Sharon.

“Hi! I was thinking, since we have to pair up often anyways, it’s easier to just sit next to each other.” Alaska says, smiling brightly. Sharon is pretty sure they haven’t had to pair up except for the frog debacle, but she finds herself nodding anyway.

“How was the clean-up on Saturday?” Sharon asks once Alaska gets settled.

“Oh, I just hired a cleaning company. If anything is less than pristine when Daddy gets home he’ll go berserk.” Alaska rolls her eyes, and Sharon tries not to smile at the fact that Alaska is such a fucking cliché.

“So when is he coming back?”

“Hmm, not for a month or so… I think he’s in China right now.”

“Wait, really?” Sharon frowns, “You’re on your own for more than a month?” The idea of Alaska all alone in that giant mansion makes Sharon feel instantly sad. Sharon still remembers when she heard the news that Alaska’s mom had died, six years ago. She was 11 at the time, and of course everyone in school knew about it instantly. Alaska didn’t go to school for weeks, and when she came back she talked to no-one except Willam and Courtney. Sharon thinks the memory of those empty, haunted brown eyes will stay with her forever. It was the first time she had felt empathy for Alaska, the first time she saw her as a real person instead of as a popular barbie doll she despised.

“It’s fine,” Alaska shrugs it off, bringing Sharon back to the present, “How was the drive back? Did you guys get home okay?”

Sharon thinks about the drive back, where she had been relegated to the backseat, having to listen to Katya flirt with Trixie the whole ride. She probably would have been more upset if she hadn’t gotten that hug from Alaska before she left.

“Yeah, Trixie and Katya are becoming very friendly with each other,” Sharon hints. She doesn’t want to out anybody, but she also wants Alaska to know that she’s not alone.

Alaska, however, is completely oblivious. “That’s so nice! It’s so hard being new at school.”

Willam and Courtney walk in, and they pause for a second when they see Alaska sitting next to Sharon. They share a look, shrug their shoulders, and take the two seats next to Alaska. Willam looks over at Sharon suspiciously, her eyes squinted.

“So why did you crash the party Friday?” Willam asks, a hostile undertone in her voice. “I never see you at parties.”

Sharon is about to bite back when Alaska quickly says, “I invited her.”

“I think it’s nice that you and Katya came!” Courtney chimes in, shooting Willam a look. “You guys are really cool.”

Courtney looks at Sharon earnestly, and Sharon is at a loss for words.

“Thanks, Courtney,” she says, a genuine smile forming on her lips.

Willam looks from Courtney to Sharon, and finally at Alaska, nodding to herself.

“Yo Lasky, can I copy your homework real quick?” Willam then asks, already grabbing Alaska’s homework. Courtney rolls her eyes fondly and shares a look with Sharon, as if they’ve all been friends for years.

On Tuesday, Sharon walks into the canteen looking for Katya and sees her sitting with Trixie, Willam, Courtney, and Alaska. Feeling like she stepped into an alternate dimension, she makes her way to the group. Alaska immediately makes room between her and Katya, and everyone smiles at her as she sits down. Sharon supposes this is her life now. Eating lunch with blond cheerleaders who use glitter as eyeshadow.

“Sharon, we were just discussing that we really want to go to one of your parties,” Courtney tells her. Apparently, Katya’s crazy stories actually made her interesting to Willam and Courtney, and now they see her as a gateway to an interesting life filled with drugs and wild parties.

“Uh, I don’t throw parties,” Sharon says.

“No, ones you go to,” Courtney clarifies, “like actual college parties.”

“Yeah, don’t those dykes you guys hang out with throw crazy parties?” Willam chimes in. Sharon feels Alaska completely freeze up next to her, jaw locked and looking down, and she wonders how her supposed best friends are so fucking oblivious. Sharon is ready to go in on Willam, but surprisingly, Courtney speaks first.

“I don’t think you should use that word, Willam,” she says, and Sharon, Alaska, Katya, and Trixie all turn to Courtney, their mouths wide agape. Sharon wonders if Courtney realizes she is saying that in front of two, probably three, possibly four, lesbians.

“What, why?” Willam asks, “Is this because we made out on Friday?”

“You guys made out on Friday?!” Alaska screams.

“No not because of that,” Courtney says, her cheeks turning red. “But. It’s a slur. People use it to bully lesbians. So we shouldn’t say it. Right guys?”

Courtney glances around the table, looking for support, and everyone nods along with her.

“Yeah, great point Court,” Trixie says, smiling at her friend.

“Alright fine!” Willam gives in, throwing her hands in the air. “But when are we going to a college party?”

“Well, not this week,” Alaska says, “The cheer rally is on Friday! You guys are coming, right?” She looks expectantly at Sharon and Katya, and Sharon can’t help but make a face. Cheer rallies are everything she hates about this school. Those jocks, those cheerleaders, with the exception of the ones at the table she’s sitting at, have always been the ones picking on her, the ones that made her feel like a freak. She doesn’t want to cheer for those fuckers, she doesn’t want to join in on that social hierarchal bullshit.

“No way,” she says resolutely.

“But it’s going to be my first time cheering with the team!” Trixie says, and Katya smiles at her before turning to Sharon.

“We could go?” she says, and Sharon rolls her eyes. Katya is way too far gone. She then makes the mistake of looking at Alaska, who is watching her with dark brown puppy-dog eyes and a slight pout. Sharon can already feel her resolve slipping.

“Maybe. We’ll see.” she settles on, but Alaska smiles at her as if she just promised to dress up in the school colors, wave the school flag and make signs spelling out Alaska’s name. And who is she kidding, if Alaska asked she probably would.

It turns out Sharon has her next class with Willam, and they walk to the classroom together. Sharon’s defenses are all the way up, but Willam seems to be completely comfortable, the look of suspicion from earlier this week gone.

Sharon studies Willam, trying to figure her out, and as a result, she bumps into some football player.

“Watch out you fucking dyke freak,” the guy hisses at her. Before Sharon can so much as roll her eyes, Willam grabs him by the arm.

“What the fuck did you just call her?” Willam demands, and Sharon’s mouth drops open.

“Yo Willam what the fuck, everyone knows that she- that she’s a-“ the guy sputters, clearly surprised at Willam’s reaction.

“And everyone knows that you lost your virginity to your cousin, but I don’t go around calling you names,” Willam says, releasing the guy and walking away from him. Sharon shares a baffled look with the jock and then hurries to catch up with Willam.

“What the fuck?” she asks her, not knowing what else to say.

“What?” Willam says casually, studying her manicure, “I thought we weren’t supposed to say that word anymore.”

Sharon stands still for a moment before following Willam into their classroom, and she wonders what the hell is happening with her life right now.

At the end of their classes, Katya tries to convince Sharon to sit on the bleachers during cheer practice.

“No, it’s weird now that we actually know them,” Sharon says.

“It was way creepier when you were just stalking her, Sharon.” Katya tells her, pulling on her arm, “Plus, I promised Trixie we’d be there, so she can practice performing in front of an audience.”

“Ugh. Fine.” Sharon gives in. They walk to the field, and they are a bit late, the practice already in session. They take a seat pretty close to the field, and both Trixie and Alaska wave enthusiastically at them, not looking surprised that they are there. The rest of the team doesn’t look surprised either, but they don’t look as happy as Trixie and Alaska to see them. Courtney and Willam both give them a wave and a smile, but the rest of the cheerleaders look a bit like the shit under their shoe just walked in.

Katya sits facing the field, eyes on the cheerleaders, not even lighting up a blunt, and Sharon carefully follows her example. She watches them dance, watches them laugh with each other, watches Alaska flip her ponytail, watches Alaska fall when doing a cartwheel, watches Alaska’s skirt being stuck in her top after she gets up, and feels like creep.

“This is weird!” She complains to Katya.

“Seriously? Sneaking looks out of the corner of your eye was not weird, and actually being invited to watch is weird?”

“Well, now she knows that I’m watching her,” Sharon insists.

“Yes, that’s what makes it less weird,” Katya says very slowly, as if talking to a child. “Besides, see this as practice for the cheer rally.”

“I’m not going to that,” Sharon says automatically, and Katya chuckles.

“Sure you’re not.”

Sharon watches the rest of the practice trying to be more relaxed, even smiling at Alaska when she catches her eye. She looks over at Katya and sees her staring at Trixie with a dreamy look in her eyes.

“So how’s that going?” Sharon asks her, elbowing her side.

“We declared our undying love for each other and are ready to run away together.” Katya says, “Preferably to Hawaii.”

Sharon’s eyebrows shoot up, “Seriously?”

“In my mind we have.” Katya pulls her knees up and rests her chin on them. “In reality, there’s an 84% chance I’m barking up the wrong Barbie,”

“Well stay away from my Barbie,” Sharon can’t help but say. Katya immediately turns to her, a devilish grin on her face.

“Well look at you finally admitting your crush! No need to be territorial Sharon, I won’t corrupt your precious princess.”

Sharon growls at her.

When the cheerleading practice is finished, Alaska and Trixie walk up to them, taking a seat on the bleachers with their backs to the field, facing Sharon and Katya.

“Hey, thank you for coming,” Trixie smiles, mostly looking at Katya.

“Of course bitch! I promised!” Katya punches Trixie on the arm, and Sharon takes a moment to internally criticize Katya’s flirting skills.

“Did you have fun?” Alaska asks Sharon.

“Not really my cup of tea. You were good though,” Sharon answers, and promptly realizes she doesn’t really have any right to criticize Katya.

“No I wasn’t, I was horrible as always,” Alaska says, a smile still on her face. “But it’ll be much better Friday, you’ll see,” Sharon rolls her eyes at the implication, but understands that resistance is futile.

“I’m so nervous for Friday,” Trixie says, “I’m sleeping over at Alaska’s on Thursday so we can spend Friday morning practicing.”

“You’re going to take lessons from her?” Sharon asks incredulously, and Alaska makes a small affronted noise and pushes her lightly.

“Oh by the way, Trixie, I do have to mention that I can’t really cook. Anything.” Alaska says, sheepishly smiling at Trixie. “I mean, I can try, but I may burn the house down.”

“You can’t cook?” Sharon asks, “Then how do you eat in the month you’re home alone?”

“I don’t know… I just eat a sandwich, or I order pizza.” Alaska says, twirling her ponytail around her finger.

“Okay, I’m going to teach you how to make pasta so you don’t die from scurvy,” Sharon says, immediately worried about Alaska’s health. Sharon has been cooking for years, used to not having a meal on the table if she doesn’t. Alaska smiles at that like Sharon just gave her a great idea.

“Hey! Why don’t both of you come over on Thursday, and you can teach us then!” Alaska proposes, clapping her hands.

“I’m free!” Katya says eagerly. “If Trixie’s okay with it?”

“I’m good with any plan that involves me not having to eat Alaska’s burned food,” Trixie says, grinning at Katya.

“Sharon?” Alaska asks, looking at her expectantly, fluttering her long dark lashes. Not for the first time, Sharon feels it’s almost unfair how beautiful Alaska is.

“Sure, why not,” Sharon says, shrugging.

“Well don’t sound too fucking enthusiastic Sharon,” Katya rolls her eyes at her.

“That’s just her brand,” Alaska says, smiling at Sharon provokingly. Sharon scoffs at her but can’t help smiling back. Katya cackles and pokes her in the cheek.

“What’s so funny?” Courtney asks, her and Willam walking up the bleachers and joining them.

“Sharon’s insistence to hate everything,” Trixie says, and Sharon glares at her.

“I don’t hate everything,” Sharon defends herself. “I just hate most people.”

“No, see, that’s why I like you,” Willam says, pointing at her, “Your whole scary vibe. I dig it.”

The group stays on the bleachers for a while, chatting and laughing. Katya sparks up a joint and Courtney and Willam are very excited to try it, which results in a lot of coughing and giggling. Katya excitedly reassures Trixie about her dancing, and Sharon can’t help but notice the blush on Trixie’s cheeks. Courtney and Sharon talk about politics, and she is surprised to notice that Courtney has a lot of interesting ideas. Alaska and Katya apparently have the same weird taste in movies, and they spend ten minutes quoting lines to each other while the rest of the group looks on with confusion. Somehow, their weird little group is meshing, and for the first time ever, Sharon feels like she may have more than one friend.

When it gets later and the sun starts falling lower, Alaska shivers slightly, only her cheerleading outfit keeping her warm. Sharon hates herself, she really does, but she does the most cliché thing imaginable and she takes her leather coat off, draping it over Alaska’s shoulders wordlessly.

Alaska looks at her then, the orange glow of the setting sun painting her features, her brown eyes sparkling, her pink lips in a perfect smile. “Thank you, Sharon,” she says, and Sharon thinks that no moment can be more perfect than this.

#rpdr fanfiction #leather and lace #dandelionprophets #shalaska #tw homophobia #fluff #high school au #lesbian au #alaska thunderfuck #sharon needles #trixie mattel #katya zamolodchikova #willam bellli #courtney act #submission

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