#as opposed to getting my mom to drive me there which is what i had to do

[rohirric-hunter]

So I physically went into a bank and asked for a new debit card and they gave me one. So. The Mess has finally been cleaned up.

#im gonna get another bank account at the bank thats across the street from me sometime #because i can conceivably just go over there on a saturday morning to solve problems if i need to #as opposed to getting my mom to drive me there which is what i had to do #i mean i could have taken the bus i guess but i would have had to have left at 6:30 #and i would have gotten there at like 11:30 #and the bank closes at 12 #and i would be on a bus for 5 hours (it is a 25 minute drive) #and i would have to walk or uber back #because the bus doesnt run late in my area on saturdays #so. #yeah #they say things are dead at work around christmas #maybe ill get a day off and go see a ballet or something #thats not related im just thinking about it #i like to see ballets in december but its been like 15 years since ive been

[turcott3]

back to you

mackie samoskevich x fem estapa! reader

warnings?: cursing, allusions to smut? kind of?, mostly just fluff tho ofc

a/n: this is long af i’m so sorry (i’m not)

masterlist

2008

“mom! mark and mackie are trapping me again!” i yell from the bathroom.

“stop being a wuss y/n.” i hear mark reply.

“please just let me come out.” i beg them. i was always being harassed by mark and his best friend and i never caught a break.

“mark, let’s just let her out okay? she’s been in there long enough.” i hear mackie say.

“ugh fine.” he says opening the door. i stand up off the ground and walk out, wiping the tears that had sprung loose. i didn’t like the way they treated me. i was always being terrorized and i was scared.

“we made her cry dude.”

“that’s sick.”

“okay…..” i hear mackie close out the conversation as i made my way down the stairs to my mother. i sat on the couch with my tear stained face, wrapped in a blanket, watching my favorite movie.

“hey.” i hear a whisper behind the couch.

“mackie?” i ask.

“i’m sorry for locking you in the bathroom y/n. i didn’t mean to make you cry.” he says leaning on the back of the couch.

“it’s okay.” i reply.

“mark likes to do that stuff but i don’t really like doing it to you. i don’t like seeing you cry.” he says and i smile. he runs around the couch to hug me before flying back upstairs before mark notices he’s gone.

-

2014

we all packed into the car to head to mark’s game, which is have been dreading a little less lately. my father putting on classic rock as we make the drive to the rink which became short due to how used to it i was. we find our seats in the rink watching the boys warm up, watching mackie and a few others fly by me every now and then.

“he shoots he scores! mackie samoskevich with the third goal of the game!” the commentator announced as we sat at my brothers hockey game. the crowd overcome with joy for their kids as they got ahead of the opposing team.

“yay mackie!” i yell loudly, my mom chuckling lightly.

“why are you laughing?”

“you two are gonna love each other for the rest of your lives babydoll.” she says adjusting my hat.

“you’re crazy, my only love is harry from one direction.”

“okay y/n.” she laughs, directing her attention back to the game. the game ended wonderfully, mark’s team winning of course.

“alright we’re going to dinner everyone in.” my mom says to mark and i, waving mackie over as well.

“here i’ll sit in the middle.” mackie says smiling at me. we sang and laughed all the way to dinner, mackie and i seemingly closer than before.

“you guys are gross.” mark says coming to the realization at our proximity.

“we are not.”

“are too.” he says turning away and looking out the window.

“mark will you quit, they are literally just sitting next to each other.” my mom says sternly.

“yeah whatever.”

“they’re just mad they aren’t as cool as us.” mackie whispers in my ear, a smile spreading on my face.

‘love each other for the rest of your lives.’ what does she mean?

-

2018

“you kids look great, have so much fun tonight. mark make sure you all get back in one piece.” mom says sending us all out the door. it was my sophomore homecoming.

“you excited?” i ask my boyfriend of 3 months.

“yeah totally.” he says blandly staring at his phone. mark and mackie sat in the front seat chatting amongst themselves. i turn away from him and lean my head on the window, watching the sun set. things had been this way lately. my boyfriend made me feel like i was trying too hard, like he was uninterested.

“alright we’re here. y/n don’t do anything stupid with your boyfriend.” mark says putting the keys in his pockets and walking off. mackie standing behind for just a moment.

“find me if you need anything.” he says earning a nod from me as he walks off to join his best friend.

“let’s go.” my boyfriend huffs, grabbing onto my hand. we find our way into the dance. i look around to see everyone having fun with their dates and friends, meanwhile we sat on a bench barely speaking.

“i’m going to the bathroom.” he speaks to me, standing up and walking away. leaving me alone on this god forsaken bench for losers. many minutes go by and he hasn’t returned.

“what the fuck?” i say looking down at my phone. i stand up adjusting my dress before seeing him dancing in a group of friends, mostly containing girls, his hand tucked firmly on one of their hips. i exhaled loudly, knowing deep down this was happening all along, allowing a tear to escape.

“y/n?” i hear a familiar voice speak.

“oh uh, hey mack.” i say looking at him and then returning my gaze to the floor.

“hey, are you okay? what’s wrong?” he asks noticing my tone and sitting down next to me.

“im breaking up with him.” i say looking back up, mackie following my gaze to him.

“give me your phone.”

“why?”

“give it to me, unlocked.” he demands so i follow. he scrolls to find his name and number in all my socials, blocking him. cutting him out of my life for me.

“thank you.” i say wiping my tears.

“of course y/n.” he says wrapping an arm around my shoulder comfortingly.

“i know you liked him a lot but you deserve better than that.” he speaks after a few moments and i feel his gaze piercing the side of my head.

“i really thought i loved him.” i sigh.

“it hurts i know.” he says, thumb caressing my bicep.

“can we go?” i ask looking into his warm brown eyes.

“yeah of course, come with me.” he says grabbing onto my hand as we hunted mark down.

“hey bud, we gotta go.” mackie says patting my brother on the shoulder.

“why?”

“y/n got, well to put it bluntly, cheated on.” he says simply and marks demeanor changes.

“yeah let’s go, ill catch you guys later” mark says to his friends, grabbing the keys from his pocket and guides us out of the dance. the drive home was quiet, the only thing silencing my cries was the music mark chose to play loudly so i could be alone. once we arrived home i made my way up into my bedroom and changed, not once stopping the tears that left my body. i hear a knock on my door once i’m settled.

“come in.” i say aloud.

“hey y/n,” it’s mackie in his pj pants and umich shirt, ”i’m so sorry about tonight, i’m staying over so let me know if you need anything okay?” he says not stepping in my room.

“thank you mack.” i say smiling lightly, my heart beginning to flutter.

“of course y/n/n.” he smiles shutting my door. the butterflies in my stomach seem to settle over the next hour but never truly going away knowing i could call him in here in two seconds. i zone back into my movie, unfortunately i picked a sad movie on an already sad night, and i started to cry again. i pull out my phone texting him, requesting his presence. moments later i hear a light knock on my door.

“come in.” i say sniffling.

“are you okay?” he asks standing in the door. i shake my head looking down at my hands sitting in my lap.

“hey y/n it’s gonna be okay, we’re here for you.” he says.

“can you come in here?” i ask and he does so shutting the door behind him.

“mark is asleep, i wanted to stay up in case you needed something.” he says walking over and sitting on the floor next to me.

“mack you can sit on the bed, it’s big enough for the both of us.” i giggle lightly.

“i wasn’t sure if you wanted me to.”he says standing up and walking around to sit on the bed with me. i lean back up against my headboard, still allowing slow falling tears. i sniffle loudly, not wanting my nose to run, causing him to look at me and frown.

“y/n.” he says leaning closer and wiping my tears away.

“what?” i ask frowning at him.

“you don’t need to cry, he was an asshole.” he laughs not breaking eye contact.

“yeah but-“

“no buts, he’s not worth your tears.”

“okay,” i say leaning my head on his shoulder as i try to fall sleep.

“you deserve so much better, i hope you see that one day.” i hear him whisper and kiss me on the head as i begin to slip into a peaceful sleep.

‘love each other for the rest of your lives’?

-

summer 2020

quarantine hasn’t been so bad with mark having all his friends over to keep us company.

“hey hey y/n.” mark asks as im about to walk inside.

“can you grab me a drink?” he says.

“yeah.” i say grabbing one from the cooler. i feel eyes staring at me, intensely.

“thanks.” he says taking the drink from me and i return to my chair next to mackie. i lay on my stomach, resting my chin on my forearms shutting my eyes.

“shut up.” i here mackie whisper in a stern tone, the other boys laughing.

“huh?” i say sitting up, clearly having fallen asleep.

“well how was your nap?” mackie asks as i roll onto my back.

“it was great.” i smile at him ignoring the snickering boys behind him. my cheeks burned red as id developed strong feelings since that night i feel asleep on his shoulder and was flustered by his care for my nap.

“i’m glad.” he says returning the smile. after a few hours of laying out in the sun, i make my way inside and sit at the kitchen island after making a sandwich.

“shut the fuck up, please like actually.” i hear mackie say from outside with the boys laughing. shortly after i hear the door open and shut and im greeted by none other than mack himself.

“hey mack, what’s up?”

“they’re driving me insane because gosh dare i look in your direction.” he smirks shaking his head.

“that’s stupid i’m sorry.” i laugh.

“like sorry im enjoying the view.”

“oh?”

“well since i said that, you look great y/n.”

“well thank you.” i blush hiding my cheeks with my hands as my elbows rested on the counter.

“yeah of course, i’m just telling the truth, you look amazing.” he says taking the other half of my sandwich and heading back to the door.

“hey hey no come back here with that.” i say and he pauses, taking steps backwards.

“so you weren’t gonna ask me first?”

“nope.” he smiles.

“we’re splitting it.” i say firmly.

“you have a whole other half.”

“mackie i made a full sandwich because im hungry for a whole sandwich.” i laugh.

“fine.” he says hopping up on the counter next to where i’m sitting, he takes a bite and hands it to me.

“thank you.” i smiled at him flirtatiously taking a bite directly off the part he just ate off of, his face slightly turning rose.

“always gotta share with my favorite estapa.” he smirks.

“favorite?” i raise my eyebrows at him.

“don’t tell mark.” he winks, taking the sandwich back and having another bite, the tension in the room rising.

“i won’t.” i blush as he holds out his pinky for mine to latch onto.

“you gonna come back out with us?” he asks me, handing the last bite back to me.

“honestly no i’m pretty exhausted from the sun.”

“okay i won’t either, think ‘m gonna shower and change. all the guys are probably gonna go out on the boat.”

“you don’t wanna go with them?”

“nah not really, the sun really does suck the life out of you.” he says in an odd tone.

“well i’m gonna go get cleaned up, i will see you in a bit.” i say standing up and pushing my chair in.

“alright me too.” he says hopping down from the counter.

“if you need anything i’ll be in my room.” i say to him as i make my way up the stairs.

“perfect.” he smiles and exits the room. i’d consider that an invitation accepted. i shower and change, melting into the comfort of my bed, hearing the familiar knock.

“come in.” i say, as per usual.

“whatcha doin?” he asks coming in and shutting the door behind him.

“oh i just finished drying my hair about to watch something.” i laugh switching on my tv.

“so what are we watching?” he asks laying down leaning up on his elbow still shirtless but in running shorts, making it hard for me to focus.

“whatever you wanna watch.” i smile and look at him nervously.

“just put on the office or something.” he says.

“but you’ve watched it a million times.”

“yeah well i figured you’d wanna talk so id be able to pay full attention to you.”

“oh okay.” i blush not knowing how to act. after a while of a little small talk, i grew cold at the temperature in the room, goosebumps littering my skin.

“c’mere.” i hear mackie whisper as he pulls me to his chest, heat radiating off of him.

“thank you.”

“yeah of course, i could tell you were cold.” he giggles, running his warm hand up and down my arm, rubbing away the goosebumps.

“you’re so warm how?” i laugh.

“not really sure honestly.” he replies smiling, i roll over to face him.

“like a teddy bear.” i smile.

“your teddy bear only though, got it?” he laughs.

“got it.” i giggle as he places his chin on top of my head and sighs.

“why are you sighing?” i ask, wrapping my arm around his torso.

“oh nothing, don’t worry.” he says as his grin on me becomes firmer.

“oh……. okay.” i say shutting my eyes inhaling his sweet masculine scent, wishing this moment could last forever.

“i wonder where the guys are at.” i say after a few minutes of comfortable silence.

“not sure.” he says simply.

“are you okay?” i ask pulling my head from under his chin to look at him.

“perfectly.” he smiles, pressing a light kiss to my forehead, burning my cheeks red.

“just had to make sure you were good, it’s not like you to not be with them.”

“well, guess i just needed time away from the chaos, time to myself. needed some peace.”

“well you’re not by yourself.”

“i know,” he laughs, “i needed some peace and that’s what i feel when i’m alone with you.”

“oh.” i smile lightly placing my head back under his chin.

‘love each other for the rest of our lives…….’?

-

2021

my feelings for mackie only grew daily after that pool day with all the boys. i practically melt into the floor every time he even speaks to me, which is often. my family and i sat on the couch, watching the draft. several of mark’s teammates were being drafted and we all wanted to support them, mackie being one. it sparked fear in me, the idea of him being whisped away from me.

“the florida panthers are proud to select, from the chicago steel of the ushl, mackie samoskevich.” the man announced as we all jumped for joy, or at least most of us. i was devastated. that’s like an 18 hour drive.

“he’s coming over later tonight so we gotta make him dinner or something. he said he wants to see you guys.” mark says, filling me with anxiety. i get to see him today. as we all quickly scrambled to throw together a meal for him, my mind wouldn’t stop spinning. when is the last time im gonna see him? after an hour or so, the doorbell rings and i sprint to go answer it. i open the door to mackie, dressed still in his hat and jersey.

“hey.” he says smiling at me.

“oh my god i’m so proud of you.” i say practically knocking him over in a hug. he lifts me up off the ground hugging me tightly before setting me down and entering the household, guiding me back in by the small of my back, covering my body in goosebumps at the light touch.

“hey mister draftee.” my mom shouts walking over to hug him, mark following suit.

“we made you dinner.” mark says turning him to the kitchen.

“you guys didn’t have to, thank you so much.” he says smiling gratefully. we sat next to each other at the table as he told us everything about his day. it was exciting and packed full of interviews. i just wish he could stay. once we were done with dinner, i put my plate in the dishwasher and found my way up into my room, barely being able to stand being around him. shortly after, hearing light knocks on my door.

“come in.” i say as the door reveals a lone mackie, shutting the door behind him.

“why’d you come hide out?” he says sitting on the edge of my bed.

“because i couldn’t be down there anymore.” i say keeping my voice from waivering too much.

“why not?” he asks with a concerning tone.

“i’m so happy for you, please understand that but i don’t want you to go mackie, i don’t want you to leave.” i say allowing a single tear to fall.

“oh y/n/n, it’s okay. it won’t be for at least another year or two.” he says reassuringly.

“i know but it’s still gonna happen.” i say using my sleeves to wipe my tears.

“hey no don’t cry, it’s okay. c’mere.” he says as we meet in the middle, hugging into each other tightly, only making me cry more. he held me until i calmed down, rubbing my back soothingly. once we break apart, he removes his hat, placing it on my head.

“keep it, it looks amazing on you.” he smiles as he adjusts it to fit me.

“thank you.” i say quietly, our faces inches apart.

“of course.” he smiles, closing the gap between us, connecting our lips sweetly. eventually, we separate, his hand cupping my cheek.

“i’m not going anywhere, you’ll always have me.” he says as i place my hand back on top of his.

“promise?” i say, my eyes glimmering with hope.

“promise.” he says kissing me again. somehow instinctively, i lay back allowing him to deepen the kiss. i remove the hat from my head, tossing it to the floor as my hands find their way around his shoulders, keeping him close to me. allowing myself to let loose and give into his touch, removing our clothes one piece at a time, never wanting to separate our lips that seemed to be made for each other.

“don’t stop please.” i say as we break apart for a moment, locking eyes.

“are you sure?”

“yes i’m sure.”

“whatever you want.” he smiles reconnecting our lips, fireworks setting off in my stomach. i was nervous beyond belief but i knew i could trust him. his lips trailing down my jaw to my neck, peppering my exposed skin with kisses, his hands holding me gently as though i was made of glass, allowing myself to relax into his touch and trust his guidance into something i had never experienced.

-

my first time having sex was with the boy i’ve loved since i was a little girl and i couldn’t imagine it any other way.

“how are you feeling, do you need anything?” he asks as i trace shapes on his bare chest.

“i’m okay thank you though.” i reply and he kisses me on the head.

“of course.”

“i need to-“

“woah and just where do you think you’re going?” he asks grabbing onto my hand.

“i was gonna go check the pantry.”

“baby no, come back here, i’ll order us some doordash later okay?”

“okay.” i say, crawling back into his grasp.

“can you stay over tonight? well i mean you don’t have to if you don’t want to but i kinda would like you to.” i ask running my fingers through his dark hair.

“yeah of course i can, let me text my mom. and yes i do want to.” he says grabbing his phone off the night stand, ignoring the texts from mark and all his friends and family.

“you should answer them.” i say.

“i’ll get around to it later, all i care about right now is being here with you.” he says texting his mother, then setting his phone down on dnd.

“oh, okay.” i say blushing, looking away from his face.

“are you going to regret this tomorrow?” i ask out of the blue and he looks down at me like i just said the most outlandish thing ever.

“baby no, of course not. it was so special how could i ever regret having sex with you. it was so intimate and beautiful, especially since it was your first time, i’m glad it was me so i could make sure you had a good experience.” he explains, my heart fluttering at his words.

“okay, thank you for reassuring me.”

“always.” he says kissing me lightly on the lips.

“and it was more than good mackie, you’re absolutely fucking amazing and also very beautiful. i’ve never felt so connected to someone, no pun intended.” i say giggling at the end.

“you may not have been my first but god damn you were the best, so so beautiful baby.” he says smiling and littering my neck with light kisses as my fingers find my way back into his soft curls.

“i never want you to leave mackie.”

“honestly, i’m starting to question it myself too.” he smiles and we laugh as his thumb brushes my side lightly, his grip on me sending butterflies through my whole body.

‘love each other for the rest of our lives.’

-

may 2023

it was the morning of mackie leaving for development camp in florida and i’m devastated. we never made anything official but we were always together for the last two years. attached at the hip, so hopelessly in love with him.

“i’m coming over in a few, i already have all my stuff packed.” he says over the phone while i get dressed.

“okay, how long does it take to get to the airport?” i ask him.

“like an hour probably.” he replies.

“okay ill see you in a few mack.”

“alright bye.” he says hanging up. i wish i could just tell him how i feel but i can’t. a few minutes later hearing my front door open. i spray on my perfume and bolt down the stairs.

“mackie!” i say hugging him.

“hey y/n.” he says returning the hug.

“are you ready to go?”

“oh uh, my flight is actually tomorrow. i wanted to spend the day here before i left.” he says.

“i’m the only one here though? mark is at his girlfriends.” i say.

“maybe that’s because i wanted to come spend the day with you.” he smiles pushing his suitcase handle down.

“really?”

“yes.” he laughs.

“oh thank you.” i say hugging him again.

“wanted to come spend my last day in michigan with my favorite girl.” he says rubbing his thumb over my cheekbone. i hold onto his hand as he guides me up the stairs back into my room. he lays down on my bed opening his arms for me to lay with him, which i quickly do.

“i wish you didn’t have to leave.” i say quietly.

“i know, but i need to.”

“promise you won’t forget about me?”

“no, i could never forget about you. i’ll fly you down to come see me whenever you want okay?” he says brushing hair out of my face.

“are you sure? i don’t want to hold you back.” i reply.

“you would not be holding me back, i am not looking for anyone okay. no one can replace you.” he mumbles into my hair kissing me.

“mackie.”

“y/n.”

“i’m gonna miss you so much.” i say skipping over what i was going to say.

“i’m gonna miss you more sweet girl.” he says smiling kissing me. after a good night together, we wake up bright and early to take him to the airport.

“mackie.” i say softly shaking him awake.

“what?” he groans.

“it’s time to go to the airport.” i say whispering kissing him on the shoulder.

“let me put a shirt on.” he says sitting up and stretching, his raspy morning voice driving me insane.

“all your stuff is downstairs ready to go.” i say sliding on a pair of shorts.

“let’s go.” he says exiting my room. we get into the car and i put in the directions.

“so are you excited?” i ask him.

“i am excited but im sad to leave here.” he sighs.

“why?”

“because i’m leaving my whole life behind, my friends, and you.” he says sliding his hand into my thigh and resting it there

“well this is gonna be good for you okay? we’ll all still be here.”

“i know but i can’t just pull up to your house to see you now.” he laughs.

“true true.” i reply, the rest of the car ride goes smoothly and we arrive at the airport. we park and i go in with him, not quite ready to leave his side.

“well this is where i have to leave you.” he laughs looking up at security check in.

“bye mack.”

“bye baby.” he says hugging me tightly, kissing me on the head and then the lips after pulling away.

“i’ll see you soon okay?” he says holding my cheeks in his hands.

“okay.” i smile weakly. he kisses me lightly on the forehead one last time before turning away and walking into security. i stand there and watch his license get checked and boarding pass scanned before he disappears into security.

“i love you mackie.” i whisper to myself before exiting the airport and walking back to his car that he is so graciously letting me borrow. i shut the door and sat in the car in silence, admiring the way it still smelled like his cologne and the way he left a bracelet wrapped around the gear shift. i remove it and place it on my wrist, slightly dangling at the size difference but still i admired it. i turned the car on and made my way back home, pulling into my driveway.

“glad you made it home safe, how’s his car?” my mom asks.

“oh it’s great.” i smile.

“don’t worry babe, you’ll see him soon.” she smiles hugging me.

“hopefully.” i smile making my way upstairs.

“mark?” i ask knocking on his door lightly, mackie having been dropped off two hours ago.

“come in.” he replies.

“hey.” i say, tears filling my eyes.

“what’s up?” he asks setting his controller down.

“can i uh, can i talk to you?”

“yeah of course. what’s up?” he says a tear exiting my eye.

“please don’t be mad when i tell you this.”

“y/n don’t cry, whatever it is i can’t possibly mad at you for.” he admits, his voice calming me down. in recent years he’d become a much kinder older brother.

“i love mackie. like love love him and i don’t want you to be mad at me, which im sure you will but please you have to understand.” i say to him which he starts laughing.

“why are you laughing?”

“you think i didn’t already know that you love him?” he asks.

“well….. no.”

“oh y/n come here.” he says opening his arms and hugging me.

“i’ve known you loved him for years, i’ve been watching it unfold.” he says.

“so you aren’t mad?” i say pulling away.

“no of course i’m not. you’re my sister and he’s my best friend. i want you guys to be happy, and if you’re happy together then i have no complaints.” he laughs.

“i did not expect this.” i laugh wiping my tears.

“the real question is, have you told him yet?” he asks genuinely.

“i haven’t, he’s gone now.”

“well why don’t you go see him at the start of the season? i don’t want you to keep it from him y/n/n.”

“i’ll talk to mom.”

“she’ll say yes.”

“how do you know?”

“you really think her and i haven’t talked about you two?”

“oh.” i reply slightly embarrassed, “well thank you for the talk, i love you.”

“i love you too.” he replies, we never speak to each other this way but it felt right after the talk we just had. our relationship steadily improving by the day.

-

october 2023

the first game of the preseason is in one day and my mom is flying me down to see him play.

“have a safe flight hun, text me when you land.” my mom says as i hang up and board my flight. i tell mackie i have a lab exam so he doesn’t get suspicious as to why i don’t answer for 3 hours. once i land, i uber to my hotel, anxiously waiting for it to be the next day, going to bed extra early even.

“meet your 23 florida panthers at our pregame meet and greet and arrival.” i read the tweet aloud to myself. i put on his hat from the draft and the crewneck i ordered a few weeks ago and head out of my hotel room to the location of the event, keeping my head low. as the event begins the players all enter the fenced area to greet anxious fans, when i see mackie walk out i practically fall to the floor. slowly, i approach him as he’s talking to a teammate.

“hey what do you- oh my god.” he says as i look up and he gets a good look at me.

“hi mack.” i smile as he picks me up in a hug like he hasn’t seen me in years.

“hi y/n.” he smiles, interlocking our fingers and finding a less populated area.

“i’m so happy you’re here.”

“me too, i booked my trip literally two days ago.” i laugh.

“you’re too good to me.” he says.

“i have something i need to tell you and i feel like now is the best time since you have a game in a few hours.” i say holding my breath.

“yeah what is it? did you pass your exam?”

“i didn’t take one dumbass.” i laugh and his gaze never faulters.

“i love you mack. like so much, and i’ve been keeping this from you for so long because i didn’t know how you would react.” i finally confess. barely catching him off guard.

“oh you’re fucking incredible y/n i love you more baby, so much more.” he simply replies kissing me sweetly, allowing the moment to dwindle as long as possible.

“let’s go say hey to the kids yeah?” he asks grabbing onto my hand again. my face showing how shocked i am at his reaction or lack there of.

“yeah ok, are all the girlfriends and wives here too, i need to have someone to sit with.” i ask snapping back into reality.

“yeah they’re here, and now i have mine.”

“yours?”

“baby, you’ve been all mine since my draft day, at least to me you have been. i didn’t look at another woman the way i look at you, i didn’t even entertain anyone, i was just too scared to ask you out because of mark.” he laughs.

“mack he knows i love you, i told him first and well let’s just say he’s known for years.”

“well i mean it all works out right.” he smiles.

“yeah it does. it feels good to be yours.”

“same he- hey buddy what’s up.” he says holding out his fist for a small fan.

“you’re my favorite player ever!” the little boy confesses sporting a michigan hockey tshirt.

“thank you buddy.” he says squatting down for a picture with the young fan. he has small talk with his parents before they move onto the next.

“you’re so precious.” i whisper in his ear.

“well it helps because i’m happy you’re here with me.” he replies kissing me on the cheek.

-

present

“baby?” mackie yells walking in the door with his bag of gear.

“in here,” i replied from the bedroom. mackie and i made it official that day in october and ive been doing most of my school online.

“how’d you do on your exam?” he asks walking in, my eyes directing towards is damp, dark curls.

“i got an 87, so better than i thought.” i smiled.

“good i’m glad.” he says walking over and kissing me on the head and taking a seat next to me.

“i bought your christmas gift today.” he smiles.

“oh did you?”

“i sure did.”

“what’d you get me?”

“and that’s the question where i stop answering.” he laughs.

“damnit.” i reply.

“let’s go watch a movie baby.” he says shutting my laptop, and picking me up off the bed.

“didn’t even give me a chance to answer.”

“it wasn’t a question.” he laughs tossing me on the couch and climbing over me, laying his head on my chest, my fingers instinctively finding their way into his dark locks.

“you know what my mom told me at one of your games when we were little?” i say breaking the focus from the movie.

“no what’d she say?” he asks.

“i still remember her exact words, ‘you two will love each other for the rest of your lives babydoll’.”

“she said that?” he asks sitting up

“yes, i’ve loved you since i was 8 mackie. she was right and i never wanted to admit it to myself until that night of the draft but i never told you, i was too scared you wouldn’t feel the same.”

“would it kill you to say i’ve loved you since then too.” he laughs.

“no shot.”

“yep you heard me, since i was 9 years old. and draft night really confirmed it for me too, i waited patiently. and that one pool day, where we shared the sandwich? i was falling for you so hard y/n, like you don’t even understand.”

“wait really?” i giggle.

“yes oh my god, i didn’t wanna leave your bed or you. i just wanted to lay there together. i never wanted the boys to come back.” he laughs.

“how did it take us this long to get here?” i ask.

“it doesn’t matter how long it took, what matters is that we’re here, together, now, and i wouldn’t change a thing about it.” he smiles.

“what do you see in our future?” i ask him.

“well, getting married to you has been on my mind since i was like 13 but now that we’re adults that can actually happen.”

“oh really?” i laugh.

“yep, and we can start a family and buy a house and get a dog.”

“we could.” i smile at him pausing briefly, “i love you mackie.”

“i love you more.” he replies kissing me deeply.

and it turns out mom was right, we do love each other, and definitely for the rest of our lives.

#mackie samoskevich #mackie samoskevich x reader #mackie samoskevich smut #turcs’ talk #florida panthers #mark estapa #umich hockey #umich imagine

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

I found this blog through a reblog and decided I’d poll Tumblr whether I’m the asshole. And the reason I’m concerned is because my mother (53 f) doesn’t think I’m the asshole, and that’s a bit of a red flag.

My sister (22 f) was home from college for break. She was to be traveling out of state to visit her boyfriend (23 m). Meaning, she was going to be flying in the continental US. As such, she needed a 1 qt, clear, plastic bag for her travel liquids. My family has several durable and clear plastic bags (as opposed to ziplocks) for this very purpose.

But rather than use one of these empty bags, she emptied my care bag.

This bag is fairly small. It usually holds my acne medication, including topical creams, tablets, prescribed moisturizer, etc… in travel sizes for me to take with me to work. I also include my migraine meds and lactose pills in this bag, among other things. And it fits perfectly within my backpack’s side pocket (which is why I bought it).

I noticed immediately that she had taken it as she had just dumped the contents all over my bathroom counter. So, I called her and told her that she needed to return it to me (at the time, she was only an hour away and her flight wasn’t for another week). She tried to play it off at first. “What bag?” Then she tried to reason that it wasn’t a big deal. Then she told me she didn’t want to make her bf drive an hour to return the bag to me as it’d put them an hour back in their drive, so I should just let it go.

And the reasonable part of me thinks… maybe I should? Maybe I should just go out and buy a new bag? Like… it’s annoying that she took it without asking and dumped everything out of it. It’s annoying that the bag doesn’t even meet TSA requirements as she claimed (it’s black and not completely clear). It’s annoying that I had asked her if she needed me to get her anything up for her night before and that rather than ask for help, she took something. And it’s annoying that she didn’t use the clear bags provided to her by our mother.

But the thing is… it’s not just the bag. This happens with all my stuff. It got so bad when I was a teen that my father put locks on all my drawers and doors that only I had keys to (my parents did have a spare set in the event I lost mine that they— ironically— “lost”).

EX: I have a pair of Levi jeans that I bought with a gift card from my grandparents. Levi’s are— well— expensive. Earlier last year, before she went back to school after break, I noticed they were missing. I called her and told her I was angry about this. She insisted I was “insane” and that she would never take them and that I likely misplaced them or lost them (I do have memory problems, combo of ADHD and whatever causes my migraines). My father helped me look for them. He even looked through her stuff. They *were not* in the house. But 5 months later after she came home from college, I found them under my bed (they were not previously under my bed). “See, I told you that you lost them.”

So, I told her that she needed to find a way to return the bag to me and that under no circumstances was she allowed to leave the state with it (if she did, there wasn’t much I would’ve or could’ve done about it, so I was hoping this ultimatum would work). And I said that if she didn’t return it, I would tell our mom about all the unused, unopened pregnancy tests she was stocking and hiding in her room (found when I went looking for spoons as she hides my mother’s spoons after using them). She told me “You’re insane. It’s just a bag,” but she did mail it back to me and I got it in time for work that Monday.

My mother says I was justified in demanding it back (she doesn’t know about the unused tests), but she is often petty and demanding and blows up or snaps at the smallest things. So, I am concerned that I made a big deal of nothing or that I took it too far.

AITAH? ESH?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[acesstark]

rwrb and grief (book + movie)

As someone who lost a mom at the ripe old age of 16 years old, Henry’s grief being completely erased from the movie kind of killed me. Like I’m infinitely disappointed about it, especially considering it was such a huge part of his character.

In the book, one of Henry’s most prominent traits is the feelings left in the aftermath of his father dying when he was a teenager. His grief is chronic, and it pretty much will stick with him for the rest of his life. Bea explains it to Alex in the “I love him on purpose” scene (which is something else that got completely cut out of the movie).

There’s a much longer stretch of time between Arthur dying and Henry and Alex first meeting in the book, I think it’s 14 months (book) and 4 months (movie). I’m sure they changed it to make Henry’s behavior toward Alex seem more justifiable, as if because it was only four months post losing his father, the wound would still be fresh and therefore his grief being ugly is acceptable or whatever.

But what I really appreciated in the book is how, even though it had been over a year, Henry was still going through the motions of losing his dad and it wasn’t very pretty or nice (ex: in the book he says “can you get rid of him” in reference to Alex, which is notably different and more rude than “I need to get out of here” which he said in the movie), even after all that time when most people would expect you to be over it by then.

In the “I love him on purpose” scene, Bea explains the ways in which Arthur dying has permanently affected Henry, and that the grief is always going to be apart of him, and that there is no way to love Henry without making the active decision to love every part of him, grief and ugly parts and depression included. And Alex loves him on purpose, perpetual grief and all. Which, for whatever reason, was cut out of the movie.

Lastly, both their birth order and Arthur’s death greatly impacted the way Philip, Bea, and Henry grew into their personalities.

After their dad died, Philip, the Heir, the oldest, grew cold and distant and fell into his roll as one-day King as opposed to older brother and was shaped by the crown in a way that made it so that he didn’t protect and support his siblings the way he should have.

Bea, both the middle child and older sister, spiraled after their dad died. In the wake of their father she developed a dr*g habit and a rebellious streak, but her fierce protectiveness of Henry, being her younger brother, only grew throughout it all, and even though there was no one there to protect her, she made sure she was there for Henry.

Henry, the baby, the spare, whose grief was a driving factor for his character. Losing his father, one of the only people who truly understood him, as a teen, on top of inheriting a country he does not want and growing up believing he can never be allowed to love who he loves, he spends years in the aftermath of his fathers death with it affecting every part of his soul, and while it may get easier to cope, that feeling will never leave him.

Their families dynamic is one of my favorite parts of the book, both because I can relate (it almost directly mirrors mine + my siblings own grief) and because it’s so well written. But in the movie, that entire dynamic was killed. Philip is shown as cruel for no reason, Bea is the stereotypically bubbly youngest sister who is the perfect princess, and Henry’s grief is essentially eradicated.

Watching the movie, all that’s mentioned of Henry’s grief is the throwaway line in the storage closet about how he was a dick to Alex because his dad died a few months ago, and it never comes up again. It was really disappointing.

#rip powder princess bea you were so hot and strong and beautiful and amazing I will avenge you #like even Philip was humanized in the book he was just an ass for no reason in the movie #anyway as a motherless person I was disappointed with this aspect of the film #but I was disappointed with the majority of it so ig that doesn’t matter #firstprince #red white and royal blue #alex x henry #henry fox mountchristen windsor #rwrb movie #rwrb book

[according2thelore]

thank you so much for the tag in that post!!! i immediately forgot every fact about myself unfortunately BUT i have two follow up qs for y'all.........

MERLIN! i am also obsessed with merlin and btw if you have a merlin account you are OBLIGATED BY LAW to tell me. constitutional amendment from the obama era. i think the merlin <--> supernatural pathway is all about duty by the way. and also gay sex.

also charlotte consider this ask your one drink please 🍷 and DO TELL!

haha, that's so fair! we love follow-up qs!

lizzy:

uh-oh! by law you say?? i'm sweatin'...i also love merlin! so much! i cannot shut up about it, and i have written/continue to write for merlin under a different account...but i fear i might have to break the law on this one. and it's strictly for the reason that i have Very Normal friends not familiar with fandom that follow my writing/keep up with my other ao3 and if they find out i shake the boys from spn between my teeth like a dog, i would have some massive explaining to do. obama's gonna come break my door down 😔 i am kissing you passionately in apology! but i think folks like my merlin work pretty okay! my biggest merlin fic is around 100k hits, which blows my mind with violence each day lol

you get it!!! you get it so hard!!!!!! what drives me crazy about merlin and spn is the inevitability of it all. they are soulmates, and they are fated to be joined, but at what cost? literally what cost? they are opposed forces, hunter and hunted, but a bond of love and forgiveness and belonging that keep them tethered beyond separation. it's the continuous loss and torture and fear and not leaving! they don't want to leave! their lives would be easier if they didn't love each other, but they can't stop. and they HAVE SEX! one of the things that sticks in my brain so hard about merlin specifically is the lengths that merlin goes to protect/save uther for arthur's sake. like that level of devotion, even at the betrayal of self, is BARK INDUCING!!! i could write forever and ever amen about merlin, so if i don't stop now, this entire post will just be me yapping and yapping.

charlotte:

oh my god WELL a few moments stand out from that day. first, lizzy and I were THE ONLY ONES TO DRESS UP after lizzy explained that people dressed up at cons (this was my first con ever—baby’s first!). Also me when I lie lol there were a couple sexy castiels but I digress. (lizzy note: there was also a billie and death cosplayer that blew my fucking mind my beloved <3)

second, literally everyone at our con had already met the boys. like. a girl pulled out a BINDER with like 4 m&g photos per page and just kept flipping through it. so while we were nervous wrecks all day, everyone was mysteriously so…chill?? like we picked up food on the way there and barely ate any of it since we were making ourselves ill.

waiting in line?? girl embarrassing you wouldn’t have wanted to see us because we were HYPERVENTILATING. as soon as we cleared the doorway and saw jared, he made eye contact with us and kept glancing over the line to check when we were coming up (because of our slay niche fits) and as soon as we did, he said the episode BY NAME and told us we did a great job. (lizzy note: he was very excited and also his hand is as big is my waist i blacked out the whole thing if i didn’t have a pic i wouldn’t think it happened)

that man’s chest and arms. gigantic. bigger than my head. he was as solid as a piece of marble. we were like what the fuck. took our picture and NO JOKE we had to sit down on the floor in the hallway. we called lizzy’s mom. we bragged to the barista in the convention center, who was also very excited. we vomited and threw up because misha was next but in character and costume and let me just say

that man’s hands were FRIGID.

I’ll say it!! (looking at you lizzy who doesn’t remember it smh.) his m&g was slay ish because he was just smoldering and barely said anything (LMAO our man was tired and they were running 2 hrs behind). but! hilarious. I have both of the pictures hanging in identical frames next to each other in my first grown up apartment and it looks like the same photo at a first glance. it is the second most expensive thing on my wall (my diploma taking first 🤧).

and that…that was a glorious day. we’re trying to go again since jensen was sold out so we can complete the trifecta 🫶

-charlotte (& lizzy! hello! 2-for-1!)

#ask box #charlotte answers #lizzy answers #secondhandroad #bestie <3 beloved secondhandroad <3

[singlethread]

ok i finished 911, and now that i have can you tell me more about the buck and eddie vision with any spoilers you might have been avoiding before

Okay so first lemme link you to my PowerPoint that’s goes through season 2 up the 6.09

And honestly the second half of season 6 is what has really stepped on the gas. When Buck got struck Eddie lost all sense of self preservation and just had to get to Buck, has to make sure he was okay. He ran up the ladder after just getting struck himself, without his line secured, while screaming Buck’s name. Then we he got there he tried to pull Buck up to him before realizing he was too heavy. Then he’s so quick to get back down to them, Bobby has to force Eddie away from Buck while chim is coding him and Bobby makes Eddie drive.

Then in the next episode Eddie switches out with chim and it’s actually Eddie to start Buck’s heart again, this show has had a lot of subtext and parallels when it comes to hearts and the fact that Eddie was the one to get his partners beating again just makes me scream. Then when the doctors say they’ll do their best it’s Eddie who yells at them desperately to “do more.” While Buck is in his coma Eddie is seen in all black like a mourning spouse when Christopher insists on seeing Buck. Eddie then sneaks his son into the icu to see Buck and then he can barely even look at Buck just lying there, and Hen has to take over explaining while Eddie just silently cries. The people closest with Buck were the ones who really struggled to look at him and those people were Maddie and Eddie. They just constantly frame Eddie so differently with Buck as opposed to the other members of the firefam.

A lot of us also believe that Buck didn’t see Eddie in his coma world because he might not have been able to leave, because with Eddie is his home, his safe space. It’s shown to be canon when Maddie keeps sending over babysitters for Buck. Buck could’ve gone anywhere or even just locked his door with a note pasted on it. But no, when Buck was overwhelmed by the world and his place in it, he went to Eddie’s and fell asleep before Eddie could even come back with a beer.

Couches are another explicit metaphor in season 6 which was established when Buck said he didn’t want to pick the wrong couch again. Then he chose himself by positioning his arm chair in the center of the room. Well then his mom came and forced a couch on him, an uncomfortable one he can’t seem to sleep on, but the couch he did manage to sleep on was Eddie’s!

Then we get to the poker date episode of it all. So first of all Eddie and Chris just come to Buck’s apartment to hang out and help Chris with homework and that’s the most married co-parenting shit I’ve ever seen. And when Buck looks at his two boys he just has the most content expression in his face. Then Eddie, knowing that Buck’s been sad, starts little schemes to cheer Buck up! Then they go out together in the nicest suits we have ever seen them in and Buck is just down for anything because its Eddie even though he has absolutely no idea what’s gonna happen. To have that level of trust with someone! Also when they talk about Buck being dead, everyone keeps saying he was dead for three minutes. But it is Eddie that points out that Buck was dead for three minutes and seventeen seconds. This man knows down to the fucking second how long he had to live in a world with Buck in it and that’s some of the most in love shit I’ve ever heard.

Then when Buck starts winning and having a good time Eddie has extreme heart eyes going, literally ducks his head down at one point bc he can’t contain his happiness seeing Buck having fun again. This is the same man who doesn’t let his kid win boggle, meanwhile he’s giggling while Buck beats everyone’s ass at poker. Then when Buck wins it’s just so implicitly understood that they’re partners, when the chief asks Buck how he wants his winnings Buck immediately looks to Eddie because it’s for both of them, same with the money they scammed earlier, Eddie grabs it out of Buck’s hands but there’s no “hey that’s mine” because it’s just understood that it’s the both of theirs.

Then Buck is hanging out with Chris helping him bake cookies for his school (HELLO THATS CHRIS’S OTHER DAD) and then uses the steaks that he and Eddie won together to cook for Christopher and that shit makes me melt so hard because it just does more to establish that they are a complete family unit.

Okay then Pepa starts setting up Eddie on dates and Buck who was ghosted by Abby and knows how much that sucks was just like “lol Eddie what if you ghost her” like sir, your subconscious jealously is showing. Then when Eddie goes on the date and she lets him down and even though he was gonna let her down he spirals about her not wanting him which is just such a queer experience. Then at the end he realizes that Pepa is right, he doesn’t want to be alone. But also he’s clearly not in love with the idea of going out with strangers so hmmm perhaps someone you already know intimately would be a good fit

Then when Buck goes out with natalia Eddie makes his feeling on the matter very clear. He also has a moment of realization that Buck isn’t okay and you can just see how much it affects him and a lot of us at this point believe that Eddie is at least somewhat aware of possible feelings for Buck. But also there’s such a sadness to Eddie because he’s ready for something now, but Buck clearly isn’t.

We also have confirmation that the couch metaphor is gonna keep playing out for the rest of season 6 and we also got another scene of Chris this time sleeping on the couch and it’s framed almost the exact same way as Buck’s scene was.

I just personally have to say I have never felt this was about a ship like this before, like something has truly fucking shifted this season and especially this half of the season. We have had a profound Buck and Eddie moment almost every episode since the lightning strike and that shit means something. This show is so purposeful in everything it does, and season 6 especially has shown that with how many callbacks we’ve gotten to things that happened in earlier seasons.

I just, I really do trust the writers and even if it doesn’t happen it is canon that Buck and Eddie and Christopher are a family unit and I just really love them so much.

#amelia answers asks #911 fox #911 abc #this probably has so many typos #buddie #Buck x Eddie #it’s 1:30 am but here you go Jasmine

[italianpersonwithashippersheart]

Get To Know Me Tag

Thanks for the tag @befuddledcinnamonroll

Do you make your bed?

If I have the spoons yeah, I live with my mom and sister so sometimes my mom gets in the room and puts the cover up.

What’s your favorite number?

3 and 5

What is your job?

Don't have one.

If you could go back to school, would you?

Maybe I don't know. I only have obligatory level schooling (which in Italy used to be not sure it still is, middle school). There was something private I once found that could help me, but that costs money.

Can you parallel park?

Can't drive.

A job you had that would surprise people?

Never had a job, mental illness, tis a bitch.

Do you think aliens are real?

It's a possibilty. Who knows, the universe is pretty big.

Can you drive a manual car?

Nope. Can't drive

What’s your guilty pleasure?

Not sure. Maybe some older sitcomes or disney channel/nick tween stuff that I watch. Although I wouldn't say I feel guilty about them.

Tattoos?

Nope, but I wouldn't be oppose to get one eventually.

Favorite color?

Black & White combos

And Red

Favorite type of music?

My music taste is: whatever makes my creative juices spin, whatever I can associate with my current and old brain ideas (creative ones), and whatever I think it's catchy (or nostalgic).

Do you like puzzles?

I'm 50/50 on them. Sometimes they are fine, other times too boring.

Any phobias?

Bugs. Can't even look at them. And I guess getting inside or on top of large bodies of water (can't swim)

EDIT: I can't fucking believe I forgot agoraphobia, like I had it for 10 years, it's pretty bad, how did it I forgot it???

Favorite childhood sport?

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

One of my favorite things to do as a child was sit in a corner and watch other children play at recess. I feel like that tells you everything you need to know about that (I was a very weird kid)

Do you talk to yourself?

Yep, in English, even if it's not my first language

What movies do you adore?

Too many too name.

Coffee or tea?

Tea. I am a very bad Italian, as in I hate coffee.

First thing you wanted to be growing up?

I don't remember. When I was young I used to change my mind a lot. For a while I wanted to write, but then my dream got crushed for a couple of years by a well placed comment from a relative.

Not sure who to tag, so feel free to do it and tag me in it if you want.

#txt #tag game #i thought i wouldn't be able to do it #because my brain is very fogged up right now #but i could it anyway #yay

[candeathbereal]

I wanna talk about the mutable moons now because as an aries sun and virgo moon I must come first so let’s do this right.

DISCLAIMER: I will be talking about my own trauma so if you do not feel comfortable reading about that it is fine to just not read either the virgo moon part of this post or if you would prefer you can just stop reading. I don’t want anyone to feel obligated to do something if they do not feel comfortable with it.

Flexibility is their Forte

Let’s start with explaining what it means to have a mutable moon in the first place. Since the moon in some way represents our emotions which is something you cannot control you can only control how you act upon them for the most part. And the mutable modality is all about being flexible and generally just vibing. Now if we look at the mutable signs (Sagittarius, Virgo, Gemini, and Pisces) most of them are not associated with expressing a wide range of emotions. I even include pisces because honestly out of the water signs they seem to be the least expressive of their emotions from what I have seen at least. Now imagine having a modality not really known for their emotions inserted into the one placement which is all about emotions. You get an interesting emotional state. Now for the most part I associate mutable moons with truama but that is not always the case. In fact I’m pretty sure most of the people who have a mutable moon aren’t traumatized or even grew up in an abusive enviroment, but it just seems interesting that most of the people who I have met with a mutable moon happen to have had a rough life starting in their childhood. I just wanted to preface that first because I don’t want anyone to get the wrong idea of what I will write in this post from here on out. Now let me go into the specifics for each mutable moon.

Virgo Moon

You know how sometimes you mess something up and you feel horrible so you either give up or strive to do better? Imagine giving up not being an option most times. That is what I feel it is like as a Virgo Moon. Now I’m sure different aspects can influence how you go about or even what you take more to heart. Now I personally have this worry about not being good enough which I have had since I was a child but my mother wasn’t really the criticizing type like I have read some post on virgo moons and their childhood. Instead I was raised by a mom who I felt responsible to take care of emotionally. I felt I had to prioritze her emotional needs over mine and I think that is how the idea of not being good enough manifested in me. It was less my mom being upset with me but instead of her using me as an example of greatness when she was scold my siblings for something like low grades or soemthing like that. It even got to the point where I felt resentful of myself to some extent for not helping them more. It was weird to me because my siblings had very decent reasons for not getting a’s and b’s on every report card. I won’t go into that because that is a very personal thing to them. Anyways this shaped me to be very critical of myself along with others because I even subconsciously feel this intense drive to be better so I need others to be better as well. Because honeslty I like being around people who are better than me but idk if that has to do with my virgo moon per say but I figured I’d include that just in case. Anyways it is not to say that people with virgo moons are inherently bossy or assholes by how critical they are of others, because I think judging others can be expressed in different ways. And I put virgo moons as more judgy than critical but depending on their mercury and mars signs would change how they express that judgement onto others so they could become hypercritical of others…

Sagittarius Moon

I LOVE SAGITTARIUS MOON I think it has somewhat to do with my sag mars but ehh. I do wish you guys would stay a realist as opposed to “optimistic”. Because I think some of you go through the stage of life where you’ll believe that any negative emotion or negativity at all will ruin your experience of life in some way. When really you could just be avoiding enjoying life without the dichotomy of sadness and happiness. Without dealing with the painful emotions the happy moments will not reach the potential they could have had. But of course not all of sag moons have had that mindset.

Moving on, I love sag moon energy they give off because they will be the person who interacts with basially anybody even if the person seems kinda unapprocable and I think it has more to do with childhood experience or even the idea that it’s better to go off the energy a stranger gives off rather than the physical things they are doing. The other placements a person has could modify in the way they act upon this idea tho. Honestly I have met a couple of sag moons with leo placements who are very outgoing and very popular. While at the same time I have met sag moons who are more to themselves but still popular in some way.

For instance, I remember meeting one of my friends in my sophomore year of highschool (Sophomore year is the 10th year/grade for my non-american readers). Anyways the teacher basically made us into groups and I got paired up with them (along with my childhood friend and someone who turned out to have gone to the same schools as we did but somehow I never met them before that point). I felt this burst of energy just from talking to them and we became friends. I had a short crush on them but eventually those feelings converted to platonic feelings i guess. Weirdly enough, I didn’t figure out they were a sag moon till like a couple years ago, and things kinda clicked for me, because before I thought I became friends so quickly with them because of their gemini sun. Honestly both gemini suns and sag moons are my instant friends most times. I love gemini placements but sag moon have a special place in my heart.

PISCES

I am just to say this I don’t have much experience with pisces moon so I will mostly say meh things, but if there is anybody with a pisces moon I would love to hear from you. Now pisces moon is still a water sign at the end of the day so although it isn’t as intense as scorpio or cancer (imo) pisces is still more connected to their emotions than the other mutable moons. I feel like pisces moons probably have this disconnecting from reality vibe to them. Pisces is connected to Neptune the expert in fantasy. Now this isn’t to say they can’t be realistic it just seems like most times they choose to avoid the reality of their emotions sometimes. Pisces is the sister sign of Virgo so unlike Virgo pisces doesn’t go rationalize their emotions or take on other people’s emotional problems to avoid their own.

Gemini Moon

Gemini moons is by far the oddest moon sign I have read about. Like bruh I love gemini placements as you know but somehow any small change in placements can change so much about a person with a gemini moon. That’s not to say every gemini moon doesn’t share similarities tho.The thing is I have only really seen a little bit of gemini moons truly exist in the same space as me. Oh also apprenlty I would have been a gemini moon if I was born on my due date. Which would have rougly been 4/20 (yes yes haha weed reference but also hitler’s birthday and the anniversary of the columbine shooting is not a birthday even newborn me wanted. They just knew something wasn’t right about me being a taurus sun with a gemini moon) but honestly I am glad I decided to be born two weeks early. It’s funny to me when i found that out because my friend since childhood is a taurus sun with a gemini moon and I love her to death. She is family to me, but we are definetly two different people from how we were raised to our looks.

Anyways moving on enough about me. Gemini moons like any gemini placemnt is truly a moment by itself to have. Without something to ground a gemini placement though they tend to be seen as flaky and all that jazz. I said “tend to be seen as” rather than they are flaky because realistically speaking flaky is not how I would describe them. I can see why other people would see them that way tho. Are gemini moons confused about their emotions because they have a tendency to change yes, but I kinda think that is all mutable moons. I think gemini moons just tend to express it around people more if that makes any sense. I have seen gemini moons that talk about their emotions in the funniest of ways.

They are the sister sign of sagittarius so let’s get somewhat into that. Sag moons and Gemini moons both don’t enjoy conflict the difference is that Sag moons need to have somebody learning from this conflict but gemini moons try to ease the tension (unless they have water placements because oof I worry for you guys). I’ll give an example of what I mean. Let’s say there is an argument between two people and sag/gemini moon just happen to be there. It could go something like this.

A: Pineapples should not be on pizza, pizza is meant to not have fruit on it.

B:Pineapples are delicious and food should not be restricted.

Sag moon would be more along the lines of “What I think A is trying to say is that they do not want to be forced to eat pineapples on pizza. Now is that to say we can’t put things on our pizza that weren’t originally intended to be on it. That can go from person to person, but what I think B is trying to say is…” (honestly imagine a teacher trying to educate the class on something lol) Now a gemini moon would go more along the lines of insert funny joke here “blah blah hehe run away.” I am sorry but I can’t really explain the difference that well but I hope you guys got what I was roughly trying to explain.

That is about all I got for now. I am going to research more about astrology and I might edit this post as I learn more.

#astrology #astro #astro posts #astro observations #astrology observations #mutable moon #Virgo Moon #virgo #pisces #gemini #sag #Sagittarius #sag moon #sagittarius moon #pisces moon #gemini moon #wow #mutable #mutable signs

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Thinking bias

I've had this thought on my mind for the past couple weeks, I'd like to hear your thoughts about it: is it only my impression, or there's a big thinking bias in the MBTI community? I'm glad the intuitive bias is being addressed the last couple years, but the more I consume MBTI content the more I notice feelers really get a weird treatment. Is like people actually believe being a feeling type is synonymous with being illogical and irrational.

No, it's not your imagination. Just like any creative or cool character is an N, any rational character is a T. Which, yes, thinkers are by in large more rational / objective than feelers when it comes to, say, business proposals -- but they also suffer from less stability in their emotional relationships, due to not prioritizing how their loved ones feel, so it's a trade off. That's like saying Indian tea is better than tea from China. T>F is better at objective assessments, but worse at being in a relationship. F>T is better at being in a relationship, but worse at objective assessments. In truth, we all may reach the exact same conclusions, just from a different thought process.

A constant claim I see is that feelers don't know the difference between what's best for them or a situation and their own preference. But that actually sounds like lack ability to prioritize and general immaturity, which is not an Fi/Fe trait.

Uh, that's not correct. An EFJ, for example, often knows what's best for everyone involved in the situation. Feelers come at rationality through the lens of either the collective (Fe) or how I feel (Fi), but they still use Ti and Te as support functions.

Can you have an irrational feeler living outside reality? Absolutely.

Can you have an irrational thinker living outside reality? Absolutely.

Are all successful business people thinking types then? You'd think so based on what you see around.

Haha, no. Actually I think in a statistics survey from a few years ago, they showed that ESFJs are the third-highest earners (behind ETJs), which makes total sense. Stability, purpose, drive, installing themselves in a career that will be necessary going into the future (Si) plus intense people/networking skills and the ability to make others like and assist them (Fe) and the ability to work in many directions and keep coming up with fresh ideas (Ne).

Another thing is that I watched different people on Youtube use the sick dog situation as a way to telling if someone is a thinker or a feeler: if the person takes a terminally ill dog to be put down then they are a thinker since that's the rational thing to do. If they can't do it they're a feeler. That sounds ridiculous to me, I've had so many experiences with not very healthy thinkers using logic to justify terrible actions or lack thereof. And in my own personal life this exact situation of a sick pet played out differently: my ENFP mom was the one who took our dog to be out down once because she didn't want him to suffer anymore. Luckily he didn't had to die, but she made that decision for his sake. My ESFP cousin herself killed a rabid dog once after he tried to attack her other farm animals, she felt guilty, but saw him as a threat that had to be eliminated. 

I used the dog analogy in my book, but from a different POV -- you are correct in that the mature thing to do is to put it to sleep, so that it is out of misery and doesn't need to suffer. And that's what I mean when I say everyone might reach the same conclusion, but from a different emotional/logical standpoint. Feelers and thinkers have both made that decisionfrom a humanitarian / compassionate standpoint -- I love this pet, but the facts are that it is suffering and it's more humane to put it out of its misery, so that it does not have to die slowly and painfully. I would go further and say many thinkers fiercely oppose putting a pet through a procedure they do not understand that prolongs their suffering (like cancer treatments). I've seen feelers postpone doing it, though, because they don't want to lose their pet; and I've seen TPs prolong it for the same reason.

Of course the way of making decisions differs between thinkers and feelers, so do their strengths and weakness. But I think people take it way too far into the realm of describing people that wouldn't be functional in real life. I think the typology community seems to never have learn that cognitive types are about preference, not inborn skill.

Well said!

If you can't get past your stereotypical biases, you will never be good at typing people and won't type them accurately. Prejudices toward certain types and against others (this one is superior to that one) is proof of their ignorance since they are either oblivious to, or ignorant of, the "trade-off" that comes from having different kinds of intelligence.

#question #mbti

[emletish-fish]

Frankly, I feel Amanda should've been way more conflicted about helping Tory. Like, she should be like, "Yes, these kids deserve better influences, but on the other hand, Tory here twice committed premeditated assault on my daughter and she's broken into our house".

(For Tory to be redeemed, and any sort of reconciliation to happen, she needs to learn to be empathetic to those she's hurt, and she needs to be shown acknowledging why her prior behavior was wrong)

It's a YMMV with the how people see the Mom-Triangle. If you found it unsatisfying, that's valid.

I also think the reason why everyone's mileage varies so much with the mom triangle will depend on whether people have a solution based outlook (what will solve the problem/get the best outcome is the priority) or a more punitive punishment orientated outlook (has the wrong-doer being punished sufficiently is the priority).

I unironically love it as a storyline. It was refreshing for me to see a female-centric storyline that was in many ways kinda removed from the karate drama and was instead focused on the relationships between women, and the role of a good female mentor/mother figure.

(I'm trying not to make too many predictions for season 5 aside from 'it will be batshit insane' BUT I think we will see Tory torn between two very opposing view-points, role-models and example of womanhood between Amanda and her new female sensei, (who in many ways will embody a potential cobra-kai embracing future that the old Tory would have aspired to. Whereas Amanda is presenting a much more compassionate example of adult womanhood and shows Tory that it is possible to be both powerful and peaceful).

I do think Amanda showed sufficient ambivalence towards Tory and some uncertainty about helping her during their second interaction at the dealership. It's implied that Amanda backed off helping Tory then and only resumed to do so after the girl approached her. During their third interaction, she is careful to give Tory space and only encourages her to seek help but makes no overtures of direct involvement until Tory asks.

I think, given the time-constraints, more time on Amanda not wanting to help Tory wouldn't have served much purpose.

Season 4 was an immensely crowded season, story-telling wise. With such limited time, I don't quite see what having Amanda pile on the Tory-sucks-train beyond their first two interactions would serve.

Because TV is a visual medium - so we already know that Tory has severe anger issues. We've seen her do unhinged things. We know that Tory is an angry and messed up kid in a terrible situation - so Amanda spending more time complaining about her misdeeds only be re-hashing what we already know, which isn't the best use of screen time.

Also, in the storyline, if Tory didn’t receive any help, there would be absolutely no driving narrative force for her changing her behaviour for the better.  Without Amanda;s intervention, then Tory would most likely continue feeling like the entire world was out to get her and lashing out accordingly.

Amanda meets Tory when she directly confronts her at work, taking full advantage of their power-imbalance and contributing to Tory getting fired. Yes - Tory gets herself fired by her angry outburst, (Tory having anger issues is well established), but Amanda can see she had a role to play in lighting the dynamite and feels contrition.

Amanda can choose to continue being shitty to a girl who already has an immensely hard life (that Amanda just made a whole lot harder) - but what would that ultimately serve the narrative? Seeing another adult bullying Tory/assert their power over her wasn't necessary for me. It's not something I would have found satisfying as a viewer.

We've already see Tory be sexually harrassed, propositioned and financially bullied by her landlord, fired without ceremony by her boss, and mocked cruelly about her dying mother by her aunt (her only living blood relation). We know money is extremely tight, her father is absent and her family had periods where they were starving and had food denied to them by cruel bosses (who also then fired her sick mother). It's implied she was sexually assaulted by an unknown adult male and had to physically defend herself.

(like enough already.)

As a viewer, I did not need to see another Adult mistreat Tory.

Tory has definitely made A LOT of mistakes. So Many. All the Mistakes. But when we look at her life, it's not hard to see why she's gained a 'It's a dog-eat-dog world' kind of cynicism and a layer of anger armour as she goes through life.

I actually think this direction, showing that Amanda also had violent anger issues but was able to work through them, is a much more positive one. Amanda is showing Tory here are other options aside from violence and compassion isn't weakness. She treats Tory gently, and considering how harsh Tory's life is, just being treated kindly by an adult without ulterior motive causes a huge change.

Tory's outlook completely shifts from 'No Mercy - there are no rules' to 'No. I won't cheat to win.'

What we didn't know at the start of the season is that Amanda had a rich history of Violent Teenage Rage and could see part of herself reflected in Tory's anger issues. Amanda identifies with Tory as a result. And she knew from experience the best way to break a pattern of violence and anger is with its opposite, kindness and understanding.

Rather than fighting fire with fire, Amanda chooses to try and take the heat down a notch.

Young!Amanda was treated with compassion and guidance, so she was able to grow past her anger. She's still feisty and assertive, but her rage no longer consumes or controls her.

Tory does not have anyone to show her this kind of compassion and guidance until Amanda comes along.

(For Tory to be redeemed, and any sort of reconciliation to happen, she needs to learn to be empathetic to those she's hurt, and she needs to be shown acknowledging why her prior behavior was wrong)

I don't think Tory needs to reconcile with Sam to be redeemed. Tory's attempts at being a better person should continue whether or not Sam eventually forgives her.

It would be great if the girls can eventually bury the hatchet, and Tory definitely should apologise to Sam at the very least - but I also don't think her 'redemption' should revolve around Sam.

You've said that Tory needs to learn empathy, but for me, considering absolutely no one in her life treats Tory with any sort of empathy, this will be a hard thing for her to learn on her own without any kind of lived experience or role models.

(This is not a dig at Tory's mom, who we've never even seen, but her illness has thrust the full weight of keeping a family of 3 running on her 16/17 year old daughter. Tory is responsible for earning rent money, preparing food, paying bills and supervising her brother. No matter how warm and loving their relationship, the physical reality of Tory's situation is unchanged).

But who else could teach Tory about morals and ethics and how to make amends and live a better life? Kreese? Her creepy and inappropriately sexual landlord? Her spiteful, greedy addicted aunt?

I will say that Tory suffers from very uneven writing, depending on what the writers want to do with her in that particular scene (eg her yoyo-ing concern about her family is very dependant on her proximity to Sam), and this can hurt her character arcs as she engages in some inexplicable dramatics for the sake of The Dramas!

However, showing that Tory will respond equally as emphatically to a positive role model in Amanda as she did to a negative role model in Kreese, is actually a really interesting step. Tory has an incredible amount of respect for Amanda and really takes onboard everything she says.

She isn't immediately a better person and she still makes bad choices, but overall, she shows that she is extremely receptive to Amanda and is beginning to absorb her world-view.

Learning the importance of conducting herself honourably in a fight was something Tory clearly learned from Amanda, (not Kreese or Silver). Amanda wanted BOTH girls to be able to move on and find peace and they were never going to be able to do that if Tory cheated (something she was later pressured directly to do by the other adult she respects the most).

It was easier for Tory to believe in the importance of fairness when she finally had a taste for it herself, when she wasn't broke and overburdened by the weight of caring for her family, when she didn't feel like there were no rules in life. Amanda helping her was instrumental in Tory growing. Finally getting a bit of sunlight helped her bloom.

Tory's life has been very unfair, and she's a poverty stricken and vulnerable young woman who easily embraced a 'no mercy' mindset because that was how she had always been treated, so this worldview slotted neatly into her lived experience.

Amanda showing her mercy caused her to re-evaluate her deeply held convictions. Tory's actions in the final prove that, at her core, Tory does want to be a better person and live a better life.

#Emletish Answers #Cobra Kai meta #Tory Nichols #Amanda LArusso #Sam Larusso #The mom-triangle #Do I think the mom triangle was perfect? #no there were definitely some messy bits #but in general it was such a suprising and optimistic and refreshing storyline #so I forgive it all the foibles because the overall arc is great #like tory has fucked up a lot #but she has also being shat on completely by life from every angle #how is she ever going to learn compassion if no one ever shows her any #how is going to learn about justice and mercy and honour if she never experiences it for herself directly #her behaviour towards sam is off the charts #but more punishment and an even shittier life isn't going to help her learn how to let go of her anger at Sam #which I would argue is more rooted in her resentment of Sam's privilege than anything else #Like Tory's done bad things but Amanda treating her with respect really turned things around for that girl #Tory could definitely benefit from more consistent writing #She has treated Sam absolutely terribly and Sam is completely justified in her unforgiving stance regarding Tory #But Tory is still just a kid in a totally shitty situation with no support #but when she's given love and support she really blossoms #And i just kinda like all the kids and want the best out come for all of them #tory and amanda #tory and sam

[little-cereal-draws]

tagged by @spookymultimedia

How many fics do you have on ao3?

23

What's your total word count?

151,328

What fandoms do you write for?

Right now I'm on a Nimona kick but I've also written for Shadow and Bone/Six of Crows, What We Do in the Shadows, Moon Knight, Werewolf by Night, and Puss in Boots and the Last Wish. I'm also in the middle of my first BBC Ghosts fic.

Top five fics by kudos

You're a Werewolf and I'm a Full Moon (219), The Blue Beta Bronco (144), A Decent Cup of Coffee (141), Red Bullets (127), and The Fear of Being Known (90)

Do I respond to comments?

Yes! I love responding to comments! I usually give way too many insights into my writing process/inspiration in my responses tho lol Please comment!

What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

"Laters Gators" in which Steven leaves a message for his mom.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I don't like leaving things on an unhappy note so everything except "Laters Gators" has a happy ending. Some of them have really angsty middles tho.

Do you get any hate on any fic?

Never any hate but I've written several queer platonic relationships that people will comment on saying "I don't see them as a romantic partners :/ " and that gets my blood boiling bc I go to great lengths to show it's not romantic but ppl still read it that way

Do you write smut?

No, I cut to black for any sex scenes. I do write a lot of implied sex/innuendos tho

Do you write crossovers?

The only crossover I ever wrote was between Moon Knight and Werewolf by Night but I'm not opposed to crossovers. If it's funny or makes sense, I would be open to taking a stab at it

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I know of.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, but I have friends who write fanfiction and I'll help brainstorm the plot with them

What's your all time favorite ship?

I don't know my all time favorite. Ships I really enjoy that I've written for tho include Fedyor x Ivan (shadow and bone), Puss x Kitty (puss in boots), and Laszlo x Nadja (what we do in the shadows)

What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I make it a point to finish all my stories. I think I have two unfinished stories in my google drive but I don't remember what they're abt so clearly I wasn't very passionate about them. I do have a Puss in Boots series tho that I've been saying I'm going to finish for the last year. All the stories published it in are finished but the series isn't and it's really bothering me lol

What are your writing strengths?

I feel like I'm good at internal dialogue and describing details.

What are your writing weaknesses?

I've been told that my characters are always very open about what they're feeling/thinking and never lie about it. So ulterior motives ig

Thoughts on dialogue in another language

I try to include it where it makes sense. I have used google translate a lot (sorry!) but I always check that against other sites that are slightly more reliable (like word hippo)

First fandom you wrote for?

Avatar the Last Airbender. But the first one I published was for Six of Crows.

Favorite fic you've ever written?

I like fics were I'm juggling a lot of plots/character arcs and am able to tie them together in a satisfying way at the end. So in terms of things I've written that's Everything is Fine (right?) and Much Ado About Something. The first one is a Nimona fic for the everything is fine au where they all live in a cabin in the woods and nothing bad ever happens (except for the bad stuff I made happen) and the second one is a moon knight fic in the style of a Shakespearean comedy with mistaken identities and love hexagons

tagging: @drifting-pieces-blog-blog @sir-ballister-boldheart @ambrosius-goldheart @gaymaramada and anyone else who wants to

#tag game #fan fiction

[taerria]

Blue Blood || Enhypen ff

-Father! Can't I come with you?! I really don't want to go and live with mom! You know how she is...

I said annoyed, slightly trying not to cry, while looking at my father that was preparing his luggage.

-I wish I could take you, but I really can't, my company only gave me a small apartment with one room, but I promise, once I buy a new apartment I'm coming back to take you.

He said calmly, coming beside me and giving me a shoulder pat, smiling from ear to ear.

-I'll be waiting and practicing my English until then. But mom...I don't know what I'll do without you...you know how controling and manipulative she is, and besides she is so crazy about magic and mitic creatures that she gives me the creeps.

I said while faking a shiver.

-Uh, just ignore her and stay in your room most of the time, also if she is annoying you too much call me, and I'll try to find a place for you to stay. But look at the bright side, maybe she finally came to her senses, she seemed sane when I talked with her about your moving.

He said, while looking at the window.

-If you say so...also changing schools isn't my cup of tea, I have so many friends here, moving in such a small town where everyone knows eachother would be weird...

I said, coming besides my father, looking at the dark cloudy sky.

-Don't worry darling, you'll make friends.

I sighted and went to my room, after a couple of hours I was ready to go. I'll miss this place, but I don't want to take away from my father this opportunity, just because I'm too afraid to start a new chapter of my life. After a couple of hours of driving, and surprisingly half of it was a road cutting some dark woods, we finally reached the town that my mom was born in. It was pretty old, there were a few apartment buildings and a lot of ground houses, but most interesting was the mansion on the top of the hill. You could barely see the houses because of the amount of trees that were growing besides them. The rain started immediately after we started our journey, and hasn't stopped since. My parents divorced when I was two, it has been thirteen years since then, so I've never visited this place. It had a really gloomy and dark aura, especially with this abudent rain and the summer night sky that was settleling. We drove around the streets of this so called town, the streets being totally deserted, only the lights from the houses made me not feel like I was experiencing the apocalypse. Finally, we reached my mom's house, it was a pretty two stories house, with a big yard and a high fence. My mom was waiting beside the poarch with an umbrella. I got out of the car and took my luggage, while she was looking annoyed at my father, she didn't change at all. I told my father goodbye and so he went on.

-Let's go inside Yoona, it's getting cold.

She spoke while taking my luggage out of my hands. Inside was pretty too, witha minimalistic decor.

-Your room is on the second floor, make yourself at home.

She said while going to the kitchen, she was acting pretty cold, but after all she was the one who abandoned me because, she had me at eighteen, but her parents being strict forced her to move back with them and divorce my father only after one year of marriage. My room only had a bed and a table, so it was pretty convenient. I was looking out the window, this room had two windows, one beside the bed, that couldn't be opened, and one in the opposing wall. I was looking at my neighbours house, in which all lights were out, just like the rest of the town. Why tho? It's barely ten... My mom came rushing into my room, looking a little panicked.

-Can you turn your light off, please?

She said, looking increasingly more anxious.

-Sure, but why?

I said while turning it off, turning my phone flashlight on.

-You see, this town has a rule that no lights are supposed to be turned on after ten, because...of environmental issues...it's an ecological matter.

She said, pausing a little at the explanation, I shrugged my shoulders and threw my body back on the bed, looking out the window. I took my phone out to text about this to my dad, when suddenly mom came rushing in my room.

-Yoona, I know how we don't have the deepest connection, but I'm your mother, and in this town phones are prohibited, I really don't want you to get into trouble.

She said while coming besides my bed. I looked confused at her, putting my phone on the bed.

-What?! Why?! What type of town is this?! What if I have to call 911, what am I supposed to do? Yell?!

I said, a little bit annoyed.

-Yoona, listen to me, in our town there are no emergencies, or emergency services, it's the safest place in Korea, so please listen to me if you don't want to get in really big trouble.

-How am I supposed to call dad then?

-A phone house is allowed, so you can call him, now give me your phone.

She said, reaching for the device that was laying on the bed.

-This is madness! Where have I ended? This is getting increasingly creepy...

-This are the rules, kid, we have to obey them if we want an easy and comfortable life.

She left my room, the sound of her walking downstairs being the only audible thing, did I forget to mention that this whole time she was holding a candle? What is up with all of this? Having no other way of entertainment, I looked out the window, and to my surprise, there was a group of men outside, in front of my neighbours house, one man got out of their yard and they walked down the street, stopping at the front deck of this house. What the hell, one man took out a card and made the gates open. No emergencies like hell! There are some strange people outside walking to my front door! I got out of the room to get a weapon, but my mom was talking with one of them, I hid myself in the darkness, listening to their conversation.

-Did you take your pills?

The man asked.

-Yes.

Mom answered vaguely.

-Your donation date is on Friday. Show up at the hospital at seven p.m.

-Yes.

She said with a small voice, the man turned, about to leave, but after a second he did an one eighty and entered the house, mom letting him in. He was sniffing like some kind of dog, way too noisy to not annoy you.

-There is another human in this house, an unregistered one.

He said, a little furious, starting to walk to the staircase, then ai realised that he was coming for me.

-Wait mister!

My mom screamed, coming and dragging his arm.

-My daughter, my daughter came today to stay with me temporarily! I've already informed the administrator about this! She is sleeping now, so please leave.

He stopped, pushed my mom of his arm, and got out the house, for real now.

What the hell just happened?!

#enhypen #fanfic #fanfiction #enhypen x reader #sim jake #nishimura riki #park sunghoon #park jay #kim sunoo #yang jungwon #heesung

[robot-breakfast]

Okay. Okay. Okay. This might be an incomprehensible series of rambling and I think I might be the only one that ships this but hear me out. I kind of just thought of it so it might be half baked but I’ve been rattling them in my brain for like 2 days now. Scout’s a guy who is an enabler of stupid shit if it means it’ll get a few laughs with a mouth that runs a mile a minute, whereas Sniper is a recluse with minimal social skills who defaults to quietly listening and being a professional™ because he’s a little unsure what else to do and ,on the other hand, we have Miss Pauling. And she is a friggin nerd. an absolute dork. Sure, she’s professional™ like sniper but she’s only slightly less socially awkward, like when she tries to awkwardly crack jokes and do impressions of the mercs’ voices when giving them contracts.  I view Pauling as being a middle ground between the Scout and Sniper sort of. Sure, she’s stern when she’s under a lot of stress and I know that the fandom likes to portray her as the team mom exclusively but CMON. Despite her high work load, she’s completely down to DM DND campaigns with the mercs, a member the Teufort bookclub and gets excited over Shakespeare reenactments in the park. She’s a professional dork that’s able to loosen up a little. And Scout ,a man with no impulse control (and he himself has a borderline nerdy interest in Tom Jones) ,egging her on is endlessly cute to me.

Although I doubt she’d infodump about her interests like Scout does, Sniper is perfectly willing listen to both of them talk his ears off if given the chance. Speaking of Sniper and Pauling, from what we hear about Pauling and Sniper’s ‘vision quest’, I feel like they’d make a good blunt rotation?? Like if Pauling had more free time she’d be down to chill and smoke a blunt with sniper.

Scout is always physically affectionate, ready to hug Sniper and Miss Pauling at any given notice, and since they’re both touch-starved they absolutely melt. (Side note: If you think Sniper is touch-starved, Miss Pauling is a whole ‘nother level. At least Sniper has his family, which is something Miss Pauling doesn’t have)

Miss Pauling definitely struggles with basic self-maintenance like eating and sleeping properly ,and since Sniper is a little awkward at being verbally or physically affectionate, he’ll help to lighten her workload by driving where she needs to be and helping her bury dead bodies to spend more time with her. Once they’re more closer though, he’ll let her sleep in his van and tuck her into bed while he sleeps on the floor. And getting up early to forage for stuff he can use to make a decent breakfast for the both of them

And okay this is a random thought but although Scout thinks of Pauling as ‘classy’ so way out of his league, but  honestly the girl doesn’t know her wines at all. Wouldn’t be surprised if she never has the time to cook and has been subsisting on cheap takeout for years up til this point.  And I’m just imagining scout and her casually going out to get fried chicken when possible kinda like that scene from the Simpsons some enchanted evening where they go to the drive through in fancy clothes and dance dorky in the car. Or better yet, scout learning how to cook (this manchild has also been subsisting off of cheap take out for years) and actually making Miss Pauling a nice meal for once. Though since she’s busy she’s making calls for contracts while eating, but lets scout know how much she appreciates him

(Admittedly I talk more about Miss Pauling’s dynamics with scout and sniper + Miss Pauling in general as opposed to Sniper and scout’s dynamic. I want to elaborate more on my brain rot but I might just send an ask about this or just make my own tumblr post about it idk. Thanks for listening to my Sniper x Scout x Miss Pauling manifesto) 

#tf2 #tf2 scout #tf2 miss pauling #tf2 sniper #tf2polyswagpropaganda

[in-my-feels-probably]

Hi! Congrats on 1k!! May I have a romantic house of the dragon match up please? I go by she/her and am bi with no preference, so any gender is fine.

I’m about 5’5, dark blue eyes, medium length hair thats kinda too dark to be dirty blonde but not so dark that its light brown with slightly lighter blonde highlights throughout. Ive been told I typically wear what would be considered 90s type of style but leaning away from more feminine things tho I’m not opposed to dresses and all. 

I do get pretty anxious when thrown in certain situations rather that be talking to a group of people or just one person. But on occasion and definitely when I get to know someone I never stop talking. I am a ranter and rambler which means I could be ranting about something that happened and then start talking about something else that may or may not be related to the original subject. Basically I will always find something to talk about though I do enjoy listening to other people talk. I am considered the mom friend because I tend to be the most logical. Im also a very determined, stubborn person who usually is kinda pessimistic but still has a huge imagination. And despite all the anxiety I am usually a relatively confident person and am not afraid to take up for anyone I care about. Also I am pretty good in school despite having a kinda bad memory. Also an INTJ, Sagittarius, and Ravenclaw. 

I absolutely love writing and have for the longest time rather that be random original stories I make up or the various fanfics I have(lol). I also love drawing and painting and recently realized I’m actually pretty good at making art related to animals and the occasional landscape. I’ve also been a big music fan since I was a kid, I honestly dont know what I would do without it. I also really enjoy reading when I get the chance, like I could spend hours getting consumed by whatever I’m reading. Which also travels into me when I’m watching things. As in I spend a good bit of time just binge watching new or old shows. I also really like walking around and enjoying nature. Theres a few nature trails I love going on and would go to the zoo every weekend if I had the chance. Which also goes along to my love for animals. Also I do like going to random places with my friends. 

And thats about all I can think of to say, hope it wasnt too much lol. But anyways, thanks in advance :)

hi!

thank you for participating :)

since you have no gender preference, i’ll tell you out of both the girls and the boys who i ship you with, but i’ll do the full thing for who i think you’re better suited for.

i ship you with daemon and alicent! but i’m gonna go with daemon, hope that’s alright :)

i think daemon would find you really endearing when talking to you. he’d love listening to you ramble about random things, and he’d love it even more when he could fluster you. i don’t think he’d ever purposefully embarrass you, but he’d definitely have his fun. you’re still capable of carrying on banter, which i think he would appreciate. it wouldn’t really matter to him what you were talking about, he just likes hearing you talk. but knowing how stubborn you are, he’d definitely try and push your buttons a bit to get a rise out of you. when it comes to you, you have a lot of bark, but also a little bite. daemon would never feel like he needs to protect you, at least verbally, although he’d step in if he felt like he has to. but he’d probably be more entertained watching you defend yourself with a proud smirk.

i would consider daemon to be a reader. i don’t think he necessarily cares about academics, but he knows the importance of knowing his history and his legacies. for some reason, i think he would be very artistically inclined, but he’d just never put any effort into it. he’d appreciate your drive and ambition, always making it a point to praise you when you completed a project. he’s probably a casual reader, and would definitely be able to keep up with a conversation about whatever book it was you were reading that he had already read.

i do think daemon is an animal person. he’d get sick of people bothering him all day, and would much rather be in the company of animals. at least animals can’t speak. but he’d also really enjoy you, especially if you were alone. you’d be one of the few people who’d never bother him, and he’d never find himself getting annoyed by your presence. he just likes listening to you talk, and feels a connection with you beyond just your mutual interests. i think caraxes would be able to sense how much daemon liked you, and daemon would feel comfortable enough bringing you to see him.

when court got too tedious, he’d come and find you, offering his hand to you.

you’d raise a brow, but let him take your hand anyways. “too much time at court, my prince?”

“far too much,” he’d smirk, leading you to the dragon pits. “i miss the skies.”

“you didn’t miss me?” you’d muse, and his grin would widen.

“you know i did, my lady. you don’t need to have me admit that.”

“i know,” you’d smile, taking the lead. “i just like hearing you say it.”

he’d roll his eyes, although he’d still be grinning. “i’m beginning to regret bringing you. perhaps caraxes will be more excited to see you than me.”

“i certainly hope so,” you’d say, not missing how daemon squeezed your hand as he led you into the pit.

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thanks again for participating :)

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[magnoliamyrrh]

It really sucks bc I’ve had this sneaking suspicion since my early adolescence that I was molested by a preschool teacher. I have no actual memory but just a combination of UTIs + sadomasochistic behavior + nightmares + hypersexuality later made me suspect. But like. It could have been from everyone and their mom in my Balkan family constantly groping me :/ like it’s already blurry in my head this is just confusing me even more but at the same time I’m not sure I wanna know

thank u for sending this, i know its hard to even write this shit out sometimes. im sorry you went through any of this. yea, i went through a long period of not being sure what the hell happened if anything at all too. i still do at times. all the same symptoms + i also thought for a long time that maybe it was from all of,, the other stuff instead of anything else. its rly hard to try to make sense of it all, especially at those ages, and tbh yea, all those symptoms could v well just appear from the general family shit, especially depending on the severity of what was allowed and starting/ending when

... i think its fair to not want to know. i think its rly fair and normal to b either entirely opposed to knowing or just anxious and adverse sbt it. missing as well as blurry memories at those ages can v well be just normal, theres plenty of things ppl start to usually forget, but,, they can also be a sign of your brain trying to protect you from shit it deemed too hard/too much/too distressing to handle.. and that's,.. fair. thats a survival adaptation.

when you go knocking on the locked doors in your mind its often far from a pleasant time.. and tbh shit tends to get worse before it gets any better. On the other hand this is just. personal philosophy/conclusion; i think... the only .. way to Really truly deal things - the issues themselves not just the symptoms caused by the issues - is to face them. must go through the eye of the needle sort of thing. this is how ive dealt w recovering from bpd, ana&mia, and ptsd shit and generally got myself to b a lot more sane, after a period of time in which it drove me more insane. this is what psychedelics reinforced in me anyway.... i dont recommend going poking around in your brain too much if youre not in a remotely stable and safe environment,,, i did that, not the best time

poking around and trying to figure this sort of shit out can often turn into a whole spiral. be gentle with yourself, dont try to rush yourself into wanting answers, and take care of yourself. sometimes it is best to let your brain let you know about things when it deems the time is right, rather than trying to tear down every door

but,.. . something that my ex whose also been through some pretty severe shit said to me when i was falling down a "is this real?" hole: you kinda just.. you feel it. somewhere if youre being real serious with yourself, deep deep down inside you know if you know. we never really forget things. somewhere, they are ingrained in us, our bodies remember even if we dont.... and, tbh, the other thing is. people see it on you. like, recognition of the self through the other sort of thing. something that always got to me before i actually rly idk accepted a lot of things is how much i related to ppl who have also gone through that sort of stuff. could just b the family shit but also 🤷‍♀️ . even if it isnt i guess the question would be, what is the drive behind your suspicion. why there. why that teacher or why a teacher. why that time and place. does it remind you of something else or another time?. and on the flip side.. something else that ive learned is that. predators see it on you? they truly do. i remember when i was questioning shit id tell myself, well, both of these things cant be true right??? thats ridiculous, who has that sort of luck to not only deal with this weird af normalized family shit + other stuff?? i must just b exaggerating things.... except in reality, most predators can tell which victims are vulnerable and they can most often tell which kids have some sort of history of sexual trauma. once it happenes, its actually statistically more likely that it will happen again...... which really fucking sucks

idk, i hope any of this made sense i probably went on for too long but. im rly sorry again u went through any of this im v much sending u a virtual hug. i rly do get the frustration and confusion and... all of it. im sorry but also, thank you for sending me this bc its... both horrible and comforting at the same time to know someone else has felt this same mess. i hope youre going to find some consolation and peace and healing soon <3 <3

[purplesurveys]

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What is your favourite dog breed? Probably beagles if I really had to pick a favorite. I love all dogs, though.

What colour nail polish do you wear the most? I don’t wear nail polish nearly enough to have a go-to color.

Do you use lip balm regularly? Nah. My bigger issue here is my likely tendency to lose the lip balm roll every 2-3 days lol.

Do you drink soda? I don’t, but I will share that I got to try Sprite for the first time (since my awful experience with it when I was 3) a few weeks ago and I was...surprised to really like it? Hahaha the taste was fine and the fizz isn’t as aggressive as Coke’s, which is as good as it gets for me. In any case I might give at least just Sprite more chances from now on, but of course I’ll still moderate how much I drink soda because I don’t want to end up hooked to it.

Do you drive? Yup.

If so what kind of car do you drive? I still have my hatchback Mitsubishi Mirage.

Look to your left, what do you see? It’s all my BTS merch in a semi-organized, semi-cluttered pile...a pile that is also quickly running out of space, hahaha.

How many people have you dated? One.

Do you use hand sanitizer frequently? More often than before due to Obvious Reasons, but I do still forget sometimes. In any case, I spray alcohol on my hands mainly after playtime with the dogs or when I come from a crowded area.

How many hair products do you use? Two - just shampoo and conditioner is all I need really.

Are you happy with your appearance? Sure. I feel like my insecurities came about largely when I was a teenager, right when those insecurities typically happen. But I’ve grown out of those now - I still have bad days, of course, but they don’t eat me up as much as they used to.

What is the last book you read? I can’t remember.

What website do you visit most often? Apart from social media (which eats up most of my time online) and Google Suite (which I use for work)...probably Wikipedia? I like learning about things and people and events and I never run out of articles to read.

Have you ever broken a bone? I haven’t; the most I’ve been through was a sprained ankle. Zero broken bones, fortunately.

Are you artistic? I like watching people be artistic and I like looking at other people’s art, if that counts. I wouldn’t label myself that trait at all, though.

Have you ever been to a concert? I have, but I usually keep my attendance to those once-in-a-lifetime acts as opposed to others who may go to shows as long as they hold some level of interest towards the artist. That’s why my checklist so far has only been One Direction and Paramore hahaha – then as long as I can see Beyoncé and BTS, I’d consider myself completely fulfilled in this department.

Have you ever performed in a play? Yes, in school. It was mandatory though. < Same. I’ve never been a theatre kid so I haven’t been in a play that was outside school and was outside being mandatory.

Do you like to dance? Not, like, professionally. I keep my dancing to swaying back and forth to music I vibe with.

If you could change one thing about yourself what would it be? To be less of a control freak. I overwork myself to the point of exhaustion because I always want to make sure I have some sort of input over everything I do – and I wish I could just start laying off every once in a while.

What search engine do you use? Chrome, but I use Safari on my phone because I’m too lazy to download Chrome. Do you have a Facebook account? Yep.

What is your favourite food? Sushi. < Great answer, I’ll go with this too. Kwek-kwek is a close second.

Can you use chopsticks? I can. I feel like I don’t hold them correctly though because my food would occasionally fall off and I will also sometimes get finger cramps lol, but I can manage them well enough to feed myself.

Do you use a blowdryer on your hair? Only if I’m running really late and if I have a feeling that my hair wouldn’t dry fast enough while driving.

Do you use a flat iron? No and I never want to be anywhere near one. My mom had my hair rebonded a handful of times when I was younger even though I was always very vocal about how uncomfortable and unconfident having straight hair made me feel.

Do you have a cell phone? Yups.

What colour underwear are you wearing? Green.

What colour are most of your clothes? Black is still leading I think. I’ve been meaning to explore more colorful pieces but I’m just tooooooo lazy to shop and rehaul my closet.

Do you collect anything? K-pop merch. I won’t say I collect as a serious hobby, i.e. participating in photocard buy-and-sells, but I always buy from new collections and releases.

What colour are your eyes? They are dark brown.

Do you have any tattoos? I don’t have any. I did accompany my sister as she got her first-ever tattoo last Friday and both she and Angela asked when I planned on getting my first haha. 14 year old me (who wanted sleeves) would be so disappointed to find out her older self is now terrified of anything sharp LOL

Do you play video games? Eh, not really. I’ve always preferred watching others play, but not me. As a kid I used to watch my dad, older cousin, and uncles a lot; as I got older it transitioned to watching playthroughs and gaming vloggers on YouTube.

Do you speak any other languages? Other than English, Filipino. Do you wear makeup? Just foundation and concealer if my face is going through a rough breakout. Sometimes I’ll put on eyeliner if I’m feeling productive enough and if I have enough extra time.

How many times have you moved? That I can recall, two. I know we moved more times than that, but some of those instances happened when I was too young to remember.

What was the last food you ate? Yangnyeom chicken.

What was the last thing you had to drink? Coffee.

Do you liked grilled cheese? It’s fine, but I never look for it. I can’t remember the last time I had one.

Do you eat breakfast? Usually only during the weekends. Work consumes me the moment I wake up on weekdays.

Do you have a cat? No.

What is your favourite childhood memory? It was always my favorite when it came time to pick up my dad from the airport. His contracts to work abroad were longer when I was a kid, and we went without him every 6 months. Only when I got older did it start getting reduced to just 4 months.

What was your favourite movie as a kid? Toy Story. It still is my favorite children’s movie to this day. I remember liking Finding Nemo and Rapunzel too.

Have you ever dated someone online? No. I experimented with Bumble after my breakup but it was 100% for the ego boost, since it shows you who wants to match with you.

Do you like to take walks? Uhh as much as possible, no. I really wish I could like walking, but it just tires me out and I get bored easily even if I’m doing it with someone. Then again I also feel like this speaks about my fitness (and lack thereof) more than anything lol.

Are you going to college right now? Not anymore; I graduated two years ago.

If so, what is your major? I took up journalism.

Do you like school? It was fun in college because I was infinitely more independent than I ever was from when I was in Catholic school. Even learning was fun because I got to pick a significant portion of my classes, and because I was actually allowed to bring my laptop for note-taking. I barely have memories from my time in grade school and high school because I didn’t like those years too much.

What perfume/cologne do you wear? I don’t wear perfume much these days.

Do you keep a journal? If so how often do you write in it? It’s just this one. It’s updated a few times a week.

Have you ever traveled outside of your country? Yups.

Do you chew gum? Sometimes.

Do you live in a big city? Nope, I wouldn’t call it big.

How often do you go out to eat? Not very often at all, I’d say 4-5 times a month. I get food delivery way more frequently.

What is the last movie you saw in theatres? It was still Knives Out. There’s yet to be a movie that captures my interest enough to want to buy a movie ticket for it.

Have you ever dyed your hair? Once. It’s been due for redyeing for like the last...three months lol my roots have been looking awkward with the light brown now.

Do you drink tea? Nopes.

Do you subscribe to channels on youtube? I do.

Do you have a tumblr? Yup.

Do you watch anime? No, was never into it.

Can you cook? I cannot.

How old were you when you first started dating? 16. Are/Were your parents strict? It was mostly when I was young, which, knowing now how scatterbrained and unaware I was as a kid, is completely understandable today lol. I got better at handling myself as I got older and now whenever my mom attempts to still be strict with me, it’s usually my dad who manages her and tells her to back off.

Is your room messy? No.

Do you have Netflix? Yeah, we have a family plan so I technically have my own account under that.

Do you have any regrets? If so what do you regret? Small ones here and there that I barely remember. I don’t think I’ve had any life-changing regrets.

How are your grades? Pretty ok. I was always good at memorization and since most of the classes I had to take were objective-based, all I needed was to read modules and textbooks front to back and I was pretty much good to go. Conversely, my grades usually suffered under classes that are more open to interpretation – which explains why I hated subjects like philosophy.

Do you get nervous easily? Yeah I can get quite jumpy over anything.

What do you look for in a BF/GF? Someone sociable and adventurous - it’d be cool if I can pull them for a day of gallery viewing or rock climbing or pottery lessons, anything under the sun really. Onto more particular traits, I’m also quite sensitive when it comes to smell and hygiene so it’s ideal if they have these things covered too.

Have you ever written a song or poem? No, I’m not very good at creative writing and have never been.

Have you ever written a short story or novel? I attempted short stories as a teenager but all of those are gross. I never look back on them, haha.

Are/Were you in a school club? Yeah, but they were mandatory every year so it’s not like I had a choice.

Do you play an instrument? Sadly enough I don’t. Where do you want to be in 5 years? If I’ve moved out by then I’d consider it a success.

What do you never leave the house without? Phone, phone charger, wallet, car keys, vape pen.

What food(s) do you refuse to eat? Fruits.

Favourite candy? Maltesers.

Do you have a good relationship with your mom? It’s okay; it’s definitely so much better compared to how destructive it was in my younger years. I wouldn’t say we’re close though and I don’t think it would ever get to that point – we are too fundamentally different. I mean first of all she’s very very pious and I dislike anything that has to do with Christianity, so that will never be resolved between us. Most of her stances are also anchored towards that religion, and mine are the complete opposite.

Do you have a good relationship with your dad? It’s better than my mom’s. I also wouldn’t call myself close with my dad but it’s more of him not really being emotionally capable of closeness, and I accepted that a while ago. But other than that, we do have a good relationship and I appreciate that we’re on the same radar when it comes to beliefs and stuff.

What did you have for dinner last night? I didn’t have dinner the last two nights but last Friday, Angela and I went to our favorite Korean spot and got jjajangmyeon, dakgangjeong, tteokbokki, and gimbap.

Do you wear glasses? Every moment that I’m awake, yes.

Do you have any siblings? If so, do you get along with them? I don’t talk to my brother, but I’m solid with my sister, yes.

Do you watch reality tv shows? If so which ones? Yeah I used to like watching a number of reality shows like Keeping Up, Masterchef, anything baking and home improvement, lol. These days it’s reduced to Korean reality shows like 2 Days 1 Night and I Live Alone.

Do you listen to the Beatles? Nope.

Do you listen to No Doubt? No.

Do you listen to Nirvana? No.

Do you listen to The Cure? No.

How many songs are on your iPod? I haven’t used an iPod since high school.

What do you miss most about your childhood? Playing outside. I don’t miss like 95% of it though; my childhood wasn’t that positively remarkable.

How many pets do you have? Two.

What kind of pets do you have? I have two dogs. What colour are the walls in your room? White.

Do you write "To-Do" lists? I have a virtual to-do list that I keep on Google Sheets. I love love love that sheet and keep it on from the moment I clock in until I clock out.

Do you procrastinate often? Yes, I am really bad (or good??) with procrastination.

What is your favourite book? I don’t have any.

Did you hate any of your teachers? Yes so many from my old school. Others had their favorite students and neglected the rest, others were unnecessarily terrifying, others happened to just dislike me. Whatever it is they were part of the reason I disliked my time in that school.

Have you ever been depressed? Yep.

How do you handle stress? Entertainment through YouTube.

What are you looking forward to? SLEEPING. I’ve been socializing the last three days, barely saw my room and barely had a weekend. At this point I just can’t wait to have a comfy night’s rest.

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