#can't blame him at all actuall look at her she's 🥰 🥰 the best
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Jealousy II
Warnings: few curse words, angst with a happy ending, my not existing knowledge about medical stuff or injuries (blame Grey’s Anatomy)
Word count: 2.400
Hey,
thank you so much for so much positive feedback on the first part, it really meant the world to me, I hope you also enjoy this part.😊🥰
I hope you have a great day, night or whatever
Erling POV
"I love you"
I sadly watch as the door slams shut behind my girl's back and my whispered words are drowned out by the loud slamming of the door. For what feels like an eternity, I just stand there and look at the now closed door. Everything in me screams to run after her, to bring her back home and sort this whole mess out. But my princess has always been so clear about what she wants and doesn't want, and she's made it perfectly obvious from the start that she needs and wants her freedoms, which is why I suppress my protective instincts as best I can. With drooping shoulders I return to the living room, the annoying voice of the sports presenter penetrates my ears and I can't help but immediately turn off the TV. Suddenly, an oppressive silence fills our house.
Guilt overcomes me like a hot, blazing fire. How could I be so stupid as to insinuate that she would cheat on me? But Jude and (Y/n) got along so well the whole evening, laughing and joking together without a care in the world. Actually, I should have been happy that they got along so well, but the only thing I could think about in that moment was "What if she finds Jude more interesting than me?". Prettier, smarter just better?" "What if she leaves me for him?". Looking back, these thoughts were idiotic. But in that moment, all the old insecurities came back up and overtook me. (y/n) never gave me a reason to doubt her loyalty or love, never made me feel like she only wanted me for my money or fame. At the end of the day, I can't explain why I reacted the way I did. I can only say that I regret it now, so fucking much. Again and again my eyes fall on the living room clock, my whole body tense, as I wait for her to come back. Everything in me burns to apologize properly to her, to beg for her forgiveness. Nervously I run my fingers through my hair, with every passing minute the tension in me grows and when (y/n) is not back after an hour, the tension turns into pure fear. Heat rises in me and I don't know what to do with myself, again and again my eyes wander to the front door, in the silent hope that she will return any second. But in vain. With a loud sigh I let myself fall onto the sofa, my fingers nervously tangling with each other. Seconds feel like minutes, minutes like hours. But nothing happens, no sign of my girl. I jolt as the shrill ring of my cell breaks the unusual silence in our house.
A quick glance at the display triggers joy in me, with quick fingers I answer the call.
"Hey darling, are you on your way home, yet. I really want to tal....?"
"Am I speaking to Mr. Haarland ?"
A friendly sounding female voice rings out to me, but it doesn't cause the same heart palpitations as the voice that usually answers at this number.
Confused, my eyebrows draw together.
"Yes, you are, but who are you?"
"My name is Ms. Smith, I am calling you because you are listed in this cell phone as the emergency contact for Miss. (y/l/n)."
"Emergency contact? Why does my girlfriend need an emergency contact now?"
My mind is racing, almost desperately trying to suppress the unpleasant thoughts, fear settles in my heart."
"Mr. Haarland, please try to calm down."
My breathing quickens and the phone in my hand begins to shake. Still, I try to take a deep breath and give the woman on the other end line my full attention.
"Your girlfriend was hit by a car...."
My heart stops for a few beats, only to continue beating at double speed. I don't give the woman on the phone a chance to finish her sentence.
"I'll be right there. What hospital is she in?"
As I am still speaking, I make my way to the hallway to put on my shoes.
I internalize the address, which Ms. Smith relays to me before I end the call. Cold sweat forms on my forehead and I feel like I am no longer in control of my body. My teeth sink themselves in the tender flesh of my lip, the strange taste of iron soon fills my mouth.
This is all my fault, if I hadn't overreacted she would never have gone outside. We would be cuddled up on the sofa just enjoying each other's presence, while I would watch her laughing at the ridiculous jokes the characters of our favourite TV-show would make.
Silent tears stream down my face as I steer the car through the dark streets of Manchester, my fingers clawing almost painfully into the smooth leather cover of the steering wheel.
The drive happens as if I'm in a trance; at that moment, I'm acting as if I'm on autopilot. Without thinking much, I only function to reach my destination.
As soon as I enter the large brick building, the acrid, unpleasant smell of the disinfectant hits me and burns unpleasantly in my nostrils. Hectically I look around. People hurry from one room to another, while others sit quietly in the waiting area, hoping to soon get an update on their loved one. I try to block out all the hectic and the noises witch surround me as best as I can, while I make my way to the reception desk.
An older woman, with dark black hair sits behind the light brown wooden desk as she looks at the computer screen in front of her with a solid disinterest. The light blue light reflected in her black horn-rimmed glasses.
Bored, she lifts her gaze as she notice my presence one of her thinly plucked eyebrows shoots up.
"How can I help you?"
Just like her whole expression, her voice makes it seem as if she would prefer to be somewhere else entirely.
"My girlfriend (y/n) (y/l/n), was involved in an accident."
With slow fingers, she types something on the keyboard. Impatiently, I drum my fingers on the cold surface of the table, which earns me an annoyed sigh from the woman in front of me, but i really couldn't care less about her impression about me.
"Your girlfriend is still in surgery right now, please sit down in the waiting room, a doctor will come to see you when the surgery is finished."
Her voice sounds monotone and cold, as if she has memorized these words.
"Can you tell me something, anything, about her condition?"
Under other circumstances, I'm sure I would have surprised myself at how desperate my voice sounds, but I couldn't give a damn at the moment.
"Do I look like a doctor to you?"
"Listen, I'm sorry to bother you like this, but I love this woman, alright? I just want to know if my girl is okay. So please, if you know something, let me know"
My words seem to spark something in her, as her hard, unyielding features, are now surrounded by a gentle warmth.
"I'm afraid I can't give you any information about your lady friend's health, but I can guarantee you that the staff at this hospital will do everything they can to help any patient to the best of their ability. And as soon as they can, one of them will be able to give you information, but for that, please go to the waiting area."
Resignedly, I drop into one of the uncomfortable blue chairs before burying my face in my hands. Silent tears leak from my eyes and run straight down over my cheek onto my neck.
Seconds turn into minutes, minutes into hours, but in this moment time doesn't have any meaning whatsoever. With each passing minute I become more nervous, my hair standing out in all directions, and my eyes aching from all the tears. Again and again I look up hopefully as a doctor enters the room, only to hide my face back in my face, when they pass by me.
Desperately, I watch the other people in the waiting room, as they receive information about their loved ones in surgery. So many different emotions surround me, tears of happiness and sadness, cursing, praying, break downs, people clinging to each other in the hope to find comfort due a touch.
What will my reaction be?
Only after two more seemingly endless hours does a doctor approach me. Her long, brown hair bobs with every step she takes. As quickly as I can, I rise from my chair.
"Mr. Haaland?"
Mutely, I nod as I take her hand, which she holds out to me.
"I'm Dr. Parker, I'm the attending doctor for Ms. (y/l/n)."
"How is my girl? Is she alive? Is she in a lot of pain? When can I go to s.."
"Mr. Haaland, I know a lot has happened, but you need to calm down a bit, all right?"
Again, I can only nod mutely.
"First of all, your girlfriend is alive..."
At that very moment my legs give way and I drop backwards onto the chair, a million stones fall from my heart and I feel like I can breathe properly for the first time in hours.
"Your girlfriend was hit by a car on a crosswalk and got dragged along several meters. As a result, her spleen ruptured and the blood that leaked from it collected in her abdomen. However, we were able to repair this injury thanks to an emergency surgery, the bleeding was stopped and the blood is now being eliminated from the body with the help of medication. In addition, two of her ribs were broken, as well as her left arm. Fortunately, we were able to immediately rule out injuries to the skull, which shows us that Miss (y/l/n) was remarkably lucky. If you ask me, it is almost a miracle that she got off relatively lightly. All the superficial injuries like abrasions and bruises will be gone in about a week or two, the fractures and the spleen injury will take a little longer, but in 9 to 10 weeks, they should be completely healed. Mrs. (y/l/n) will have to stay here for another week or so, but then she will be allowed to leave the hospital, subject to certain rules. She’s still under narcotics right know, but it’s only a matter of time, until she wakes up again.
Happiness erupts in my belly like a firework and tears start to brim in my eyes.
"Thank you so much Doc, you can't imagine how happy you’re making me right now. Can I see her, please?"
I look at her with pleading eyes, only to return the smile she gives me.
"Of course, follow me I'll take you to her."
With quick steps I follow her, down the endless seeming corridors of the hospitals.
As soon as I open the door to her room, the air gets stuck in my lungs. Even though I know my girl will be better soon and she won't suffer any consequential damage, it doesn't make this sight any easier. The steady monotonous beeping of the equipment penetrates my ears, while the bitter smell of disinfectant settles in my lungs. It is with great difficulty that I can hold back the sobs that start to rise. My princess lies bolt upright in the narrow hospital bed, a sterile white varnish envelops the body, which is so familiar to me, her arms lie rigidly next to her torso.
One of them is surrounded by a bulky, white plaster, abrasions extend through her face and neck, only the constant up and down of her chest won't let me completely collapse. I tremble slightly as the doctor speaks in a calm, tender voice.
“I’ll leave you two alone now, if anything happens or if you have any questions, just press the emergency button. ”
She points to a small red button at the head of the bed.
“I will, thank you. ”
“It goes without saying. I wish you both the best of luck”
With these words, she leaves the hospital room, her doctor’s coat waving in the air..
With timid steps, I step up to the bed, only to grab her small hand. The unusual cold that emanates from it strikes me in the heart and I strengthen my grip around her flesh, in the hope to give her some warmth.
“I’m so sorry my darling, I was such an asshole. I let my insecurities get the better of me. You never gave me a reason to doubt your loyalty or love. Please forgive me, I’ll spend my life trying to make it up to you. ”
My voice sounds broken, devastated even.
Gently I raise our clasped hands upwards to breathe a tender kiss on the back of her hands, before I lay my head on it.
A uncomfortable Silence falls over the small room, only to be broken, by the soft delicate voice of my angel.
“You really were an asshole. ”
Surprised , I jerk up my head to look at the beautiful woman in front of me, her eyes radiate exhaustion, the pain meds clearly taking a toll on her. The normally soft and tender voice now rough and hotter. Instantly I grab the cup of water from the bed side table, before holding it to her lips, carefully I help her drink from it.
“I was and I’m so fucking sorry. It’s all my fault, that you lay here. If I wouldn’t have be so stubborn, you wanted to talk about it an I ju… ”
As so often in the last few hours, I can feel the moisture of the tears on my cheeks. A sob escapes my throat, when I fell her soft, tender skin on my cheek, her thumb softly traces patterns on my wet skin.
“Babe, it’s not your fault, if anyone is to blame, it’s these wannabe Formula One driver, but not you. We’re in a relationship, we love each other and when you love each other you also fight from time to time. And it’s a sad fact that the people you love the dearest, can anger you the most. I just hope you know I would never cheat on you. ”
“Yes, darling, I know, I’m just afraid you’ll wake up one day and realize you could have a better man, one who will always be there for you, who can hold you every night, and not being in another country. One who can always be present in the important moments of your life, in person and not only on Facetime. ”
Tears stream down my face, while soft sobs shake my body. With a soft grip on my neck, she tugs my body into hers. With her healthy hand she runs up and down my back in a soothing motion.
“Shh, it’s alright love, everything is alright. I love you, only you. There will never be a better man in my opinion, you’re it for me.” ”
“I love you too. So fucking much.” ”
Our lips meet in a gentle kiss, our body’s entangled in each other. After what feels like a eternity our lips separate themselves from each other. I lean my forehead against hers, as I hear a soft chuckle escapes her swollen lips. “
“Well, now that we’ve cleared up. . . ”
With a gentle movement she’s leaving my embrace, only to create a way to big distance between us.
“. . . would you please swing your ridiculously large body into that bed. Even though I’m the one who got hit, you look way more shitty than I do, and trust me, that means something. So let’s go to sleep. ”
Unable to even begin to argue, I strip my shoes off my feet and leave them on the carelessly on the floor, before I gently lie down next to my girl. Always careful not to hurt her. As best I can I wrap my arms around her body and feel her laying her head on my chest. Slowly, one of my hands wanders into her hair, where I start lovingly stroking over it.
“Did I tell you, you look really hot even in that weird hospital gown? ”
Her hotter, yet beautiful laugh permeates the room.
“You are such an idiot. ”
“Ha! jokes on you, because I’m your idiot. ”
She lifts her head off my chest and looks at me with her beautiful eyes, which are filled with pure, unconditional love.
“Yes, that you are. And I couldn’t be more prouder about that. ”
#football#football imagine#Erling Haaland#erling x reader#erling håland#erling haaland imagine#erling haaland x reader
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I’m very glad you’re talking about spencer being parentified because it feels like people sometimes gloss over it a bit? or maybe I’m just looking in the wrong places. if this isn’t something you do in you’re blog feel free to just. not respond but do you have any more thoughts or. idk headcanons on how that might have affected him as an adult?
Hi anon! To be honest I have no idea what is essentially discussed alot on the fandom other that a tiny fraction of it I expose myself to because 1#I am too tired and old to deal with fandom discourse about my blorbo, and based on my previous experience with fandoms I KNOW that the most popular the character, the bigger the discourse so haha no- 2# I joined in late lmao literally a couple of months ago, so I am super out of the loop just screaming to the void in desperate needs for someone to scream back 🤲🏼 do this kind of asks actually made me so happy agahagaha 🥰🥰 Buckle up bois this is LONG-
Ok now to those that might come across this and ask themselves what the hell does being parentified means, it's a broad term used for the phenomenon of (at best) a child sharing parental responsibilities due to x circumstance, or (at worst) downright having the parent/child dynamic completely swapped, with the child being the caretaker for the parent and household. You don't have to know deep CM lore knowledge to realize the latter is Spencer Reid to a T. Hell, they aren't even subtle about it lmao:
Btw parentification is often mixed in with abandonment and while they share the "child being forced to grown up" too quickly, the former is often distinguished by the fact that, more often that not as is this case, the parent still cares for them but are unable to do so how it should be (tho there are several cases where parentefication is an part of willing neglect, sadly) and added to the fact that they have to look after themselves- they have to look after another.
This is a really complicated, broad topic and I just mentioned this to go full disclaimer and that I don't blame Diana at all for how messed her son ended up since she can't help it- and to make a joke about how Spencer was abandoned and parentified. Also harassed. Guys he wasn't even 18-
Anyways but back to your question, how do I think that affected Spencer growing up....well in everything basically lmao
But I will take on two instances that had stood up to me the most: emotional management and hiding secrets.
The second one is easier: you would catch this man dead before he vents to you over something other than his shitty dad (that I find very funny tbh) and when he does is because he is at his limit and about to fucking cry.
Now don't get me wrong: we all are entiltde to our privacy. These are grown ass adults and they have lives outside of their working circle....
Right?
Haha we have an problem-
So yeah, Spencer kind of actually needs to rely on his co-workers because he has literally nobody else to rely on-
And yet
Oh here is the thing- Spencer is one polite boi but he is also blunt, if he doesn't want someone on his business he says so (look back when Alex discovered him and Maeve) this is literally "I wanted to tell you but I feel like I shouldn't"- this is not season 1 mind you, this is season 11, and yet here he was one of his oldest friends literally grabbing him by the arm and having to tell him it's never a bother- I am the only one fucking crying at this?
Excuses seems to come to Spencer like it's second nature- "sorry a tube on my apparment broke" "Oh I....I tripped!" "There was a lot of traffic so..." "I was watching an movie" and I am not am expert on USA's history or some shit, but Child Protection Services had been a thing since at least the 60s, so I don't think that a 10yo living alone with his mentally ill mother would have flown well- you get the idea.
I think this scene summarizes the whole thing perfectly
Get it? it's irony. (I love how Spencer is about to say something like dismissive "thank you" but because this shit hit too close to home to comfort he just gave a polite smile and walked away. That silence was LOUD) Because Spencer had always had done the former but the latter er.... :D
And it's not only when it concern Diane btw, any problem whatsoever Spencer would rather lock himself up (literally lmao) that sit down and talk about it- it's only when his bs is exposed and he can't refutage (like that little scene after Gideon's death when Rossi asks him if he had been there all night- he points out the fact he is wearing the same cardigan as the day before) that he opens up....or he runs away, which leads me to the second big point that I think shows how much Parentification fucked him up:
Spencer has the emotional maturity of a teenager.
I talk about this literally all the time so I'll be shorter lmao basically Spencer... has an issue- ok he has lot of issues- and that is the way he dislikes direct confrontation, so whenever he is hurt or angry he would rather be dismissive and passive-agressive that talk it out with the person- even going as far as turning away and storming out of the room.
(Here is the part where I put the screencaps but him storming off would be out of focus so lmao er.... Elephant Memory, Memoriam, Proof, a little part in 15x2 and The Gathering)
Now... I do think that a grown-ass man doing this shit is hilarious, like I love Spencer's bratty side so much lmao but it's an clear sign of someone that never learned how to deal with his emotions on a healthy way, someone that 6 out of 7 days of the week had to interiorize everything in and because of that holds on so much....resement, so much repressed anger but also without an stable force on his life to help him manage that- so we are left with an teenager trapped in an adult's body, loss at how to handle shit like he always did.
....And want to know the worst part about an Parentified boy onto adulthood?
That they don't know better.
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Hii 🥰
I saw these picture prompts and I thought I’d send them your way. You can create anything you’d like. Moodboards, edits or even write a story, whatever makes you happy.
The most important thing is that you have fun (and don’t worry you can answer the ask whenever you have time or feel inspired) 🥰
Thanks for the prompt Peonie!
Empty Wallets, Terrible People & Other Signs of Spring: rowan stone & stevie sun (murder at homecoming)
wc: 502, teen and up for strong language
a/n: this takes place before the events of murder at homecoming - i.e when they're sophomores
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“Stevie, what the fuck.”
Rowan threw her hands up in exasperation. She examined one of the peaches to find some rotten mold stuck to their skin. It wasn't Stevie’s fault, clearly - given it was the contractor to blame but Rowan was a bit bummed nonetheless. She was now answerable to the Spring Fair committee, which involved dealing with a bunch of crappy seniors who took great pleasure in bullying the fuck out of a bunch of worker-bee sophomores. It wasn't like they could call Gabriela to fix the problem, as per usual. The amount of times Rowan would need her to bail them both out was too many to count on a few fingers.
Stevie had just finished up drawing a sign and balanced it on a crate.
“Don't worry about the ones that look dead, I'll have some guy get it thrown out.”
“Good sign.” Rowan pointed out.
“Right?”
“Can you squeeze peaches?”
“Dude.” Stevie rolled her eyes, exasperated.
“I'm kidding.” Rowan burst into laughter. “No, this will piss off like - uh, seven people.”
Don't squeeze me until I'm yours. The sign read.
“Piss off all the right people, you mean.” Stevie delivered a light punch at Rowan’s shoulder. “Guess who's in charge of exhibits?”
“That guy? Fuck.”
Rowan knew Stevie had been having some problems with Brett Morris, but the nature of it was unknown. Rowan didn't want to press on the subject either. It wasn't like she was close enough with Stevie to warrant a reason, much less get comfortable enough to laugh at her jokes.
“Well, if he's giving you problems -”
“Nah, he's -- he's --” Stevie struggled to get through her sentence. “Y'know what, it's his problem. Fuck Brett.”
“Yeah, erm- fuck him.”
“As a matter of fact I should - like draw some stuff on the cardboard- make his job answering to a bunch of kids a lot more difficult.”
Rowan noticed a little bit of discomfort at the mention of Brett but as quickly as she let herself express it, Stevie had let it pass by.
A pause.
“You want to go grab some churros?”
“Aren't we supposed to take care of the peaches?”
“They're just peaches, right?” Rowan shrugged nonchalantly. “Pretty sure nobody even -- eats fruits anymore. Let's go get some churros, c'mon.”
Stevie gave her an amused smile. “This is the most pathetic way I've ever been asked out.”
“No - what the - no, no, this is - dude, it's food. We're grabbing food.”
“Yeah, you give someone else those wet cat sad eyes and they'll toss a diamond carat ring at your forehead.” Stevie laughed. “I'm kidding. Come on. God, you're like - so uptight and everything. Also I'm broke, so you're paying, sorry about that.”
“I've got like five bucks. In this economy we can't even afford half a churro in this overpriced fundraiser.”
“Quarter of a churro it is, then.” Stevie settled. “You can afford a quarter churro, right?”
“I mean- you can get nothing and everything for five bucks.”
“Pretty sure the economy doesn’t work like that, Rowan.”
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A/N: this was just a really quick drabble I thought of ahaha.
Also yes, this takes place a year after Brett Morris almost sexually assaults Stevie. I'd like to think at this point, Rowan and Stevie aren't exactly the best of friends, but sort of like 'hallway friends' - you know the kind where you meet at hallways and say hi, so it takes a lot longer for both of them to kind of start talking to each other - between Stevie's own reluctance to put her trust in a good place and Rowan to actually open up.
So they're kind of dancing on the "hey I want you to be my friend but -- uh, I don't know how to talk to you" line.
I'm still trying to figure out a nice cohesive relationship timeline for them, so prompts like these really help out. Thank you so much!
Tagging:
perma: @quixoticdreamer16 @tessa-liam @stars-are-within-me @thosehallowedhalls
(since I don't have an MAH-exclusive tag-list yet, I'll just tag some perma people who might be interested)
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Poor book fan reacts to IWTV episode 1 🧛
Timeline in question. Daniel is an old man he always feared to be AND without his Armand🥺 and it's their 2 interview cause?... I don't understand, why you had to fix something that wasn't broken in the first place?
1910😒
God bless Jacob Anderson
Obsessively religious Paul check ✅
RIP Lestat's silky hair, you were forgotten by the showrunners, but never by me 🪦
Miss Lily who?
I must say all the actors do a good job but Sam Reid's acting is just on another level, he understood his character so well that it creates a problem. Every time he's not on the screen I'm getting bored. So far, he's the most charismatic character in this show. (I chose to ignore the hair yes ;-;)
"He's not white he's French" Louis—
Louis family at dinner was like
Lots of people say they made Louis less sophisticated and more rough without a reason. I would say that's pretty canon Louis but they made him more...resolute? That's not a bad change ONLY if in the future Louis doesn't accuse Lestat of manipulating him. Cause book Louis was kinda suggestible and show Louis makes all his choices consciously.
And if you read books you know that LOUIS HAD SOME ANGER ISSUES when it came to Lestat so it's canon. I'm just upset he doesn't suffer enough, HE SHOULD SUFFER EVERY SECOND OF HIS LIFE it's his thing🤌🏻
"The Earth's a savage garden" NO YOU DUMB WHORE U WERE SUPPOSED TO SAY "Beauty was a Savage Garden" or "The mind of each man is a Savage Garden" YOU CHEAP COPYCAT WHAT HAVE YOU DONE🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪
I'm sorry I can't control it🙇🏼♀️
Sex scene was interesting. Everyone's talking about flying gays but I wanna talk about how Louis was eating Lily out and she just fell asleep. I know Lestat made her do it but if I were Louis I would cry😦
Why does Louis react so casually to all Lestat's vampire shit? He's just like 🤷🏾"he's French" it's funny and all but why tho?
Paul's death was HILARIOUS 😭✋WHY DID THEY MAKE IT LOOK LIKE THIS my roommate laughed for like 3 minutes straight
Family blaming Louis check ✅
Thank God Lestat's back I was dying here. No wonder he's the main character in most books
Oh the final is honestly the best part of this episode. Lestat goes mad and violent so beautifully 😍 my little meow meow
Louis voice-over fucked up that scene. Like I'm not this stupid, I can understand what he's thinking right now without you explaining it to me thanks showrunners
My blood kink feels seen and appreciated 🥰
In conclusion: 7/10 - worth watching
Pros: Lestat's acting, Louis/ Lestat chemistry
Cons: old Daniel without his Armand; interview scenes (voice-over) pop up when we, as an audience, don't actually need them; not enough Lestat/Louis scenes where we could see their connection. It's a tv show, not a podcast, I don't wanna listen to what great moments they shared together, I WANNA ACTUALLY SEE IT OKAY? Like Louis was sitting in the car counting money with a satisfied smile bit the voice-over says he felt terrible 🥺 like WHERE
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A little update!! And yeah, I also don't understand why is everyone flirting with everyone here lmao
Ok, so remember the girl that wanted to flirt with my friend. Let's call this friend... Mark😂
So, Mark had a girlfriend. Which, btw, is so funny bc when you start hanging out with him he seems really cold and kinda antisocial and grumpy and Not romantic at all. But then you get to know him and he is the opposite!!
I mean he is sarcastic and kinda cold but then he talks to us about his girlfriend and it's literally so different from what we expected!! He is sweet and talks about her so casually and fondly and is always telling us how she is good at this, or they went to this place on the weekend, or they have this best friends kinda vibe, or the flowers he is planning to give her on their anniversary, etc
All my friends and I were shocked 😂 and other people from our class think of him as serious and rude but we are now just like: "Nah, he just looks like it, but he is actually nice when you get to know him🥰"
Anyway, this girl gave her number to other friend named... Josh, so she could pass us the exam (and he also kinda liked her, she is really pretty so I can't blame him😂), and then asked said friend for Mark!! But Mark didn't reply bc he is obviously not interested!!
But after some talking with Josh about Mark we came to the conclusion that she didn't ask for Mark, she asked for Andrew!!!
Now that made more sense bc as I have told you, many girls like him for some reason lmaoo
And that's it. Josh kinda has a crush for her, she asked for Mark based on physical description but in reality she asked for Andrew based on personality 😂
Oh, and remember Simon? Yeah, he definitely likes me romantically but now I have to do the whole "I like you as a friend" thing😭 I am too old for that why me???
FIRST OF ALL - IMMA NEED TO MAKE A MAP FOR THIS SHIT BECAUSE NOW THERE ARE TOO MANY PEOPLE.
Mark has book boyfriend vibes 😶🌫️ and poor simon be gentle with him 😅
AND YES YOUR UNI IS STILL THE MOST UNHINGED PLACE ON EARTH. IT'S LIKE ONE OF THOSE SCHOOLS ON THE NETFLIC SHOWS (not a compliment noah)
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oh my god, Belphie is such a sweetheart! I love the little black spot on his nose and it looks like he has eyeliner and that is too cute! oh so when i called him escape artist i wasn't too far of huh? haha
I have 3 cats and one was an accident. My mom wanted a ragdoll so we got Tex, and we also got Slinky (a black house cat) so she would have a friend. Then I found a grey stray in my village and I took him in and named him Totmes, my baby. the girls don't like him very much (eww boys!🤢). Totmes and Slinky love the balcony but especially Totmes, he'll be there all day in the sun and I worry the sun will melt his brain or something.
So far Mass Effect is all right but I think I've come to the conclusion that I like fantasy more than sci-fi but maybe I am wrong and I'll be obsessed with it in a minute. The romance options for ME1 are... not great but I am planning to romance Liara in the first one at least and see how it turns out and then I might pursue someone else when the options open up in the second game. My brother played femshep and romanced Garrus so I want to do something different than that even tho he's so cool. For roleplay purposes I'll have Garrus as more of a best friend character to my femshep.
that's how I approached it in dragon age too. Varric was Hawke's bestie and Fenris was OBVIOUSLY the romance option cause he's just that good imo. In inquisition, Dorian was Lavellan's best friend and Solas was her romance option because of the DramaTM.
I try to play my characters as separate from me so sometimes I choose the mean option and I'm just like I'M SORRY I DIDNT MEAN TO BE MEAN BUT SHE WOULD SAY THAT AAAA. Lavellan was pretty grumpy at the end... well the beginning too because she never wanted to be the inquisitor.
ANYWAY mass effect has been difficult because the full dialogue isn't really what i expect from the little text option. sometimes it feels like the choices doesn't matter? idk but i'll figure it out!
this is the first time I've properly played D&D so it's a bit of a learning experience for me! what did you use to play as? ^^ 💜
He's precious 🥰 Haha, yeah, no, literally half an hour after I responded to you I found the front door open and him nowhere to be found. He's safe, he realized we found out and came running back 😂
Does Totmes have a lot of brain cells? Could be they are actually melting. I joke that Belphie killed his last brain cell when, the first day we got him, he forgot cars have windows and tried jumping out, only to smack his head into the window. I love when cats kinda choose you as their owner and not the other way around 😆 Your cats sound so precious 💕
I definitely think ME1 is the weakest of all the games. I wasn't super invested in it my first time around (and it's still a bit more of a chore to get through whenever I replay), so I don't blame you there. Just hold out until ME2, it's the game that made me fall in love with the series. Yeah the romances...are very lacking in 1. They branch out so much in 2 and 3.
GASP YOU ARENT GONNA ROMANCE GARRUS??? As someone who is a rabid Shakarian fan and can't romance anyone but the dumb turian boy, I am obligated to say you are making a mistake 😂 But if Garrus didn't exist, I'd probably romance Liara so 😆 Thane is also a good contender, you'll meet him in 2 😏
Dorian was my Lavellan's BFF too! I always imagine one going to the other like "GIRL GUESS WHAT." Tali/Liara always end up being my Shep's BFF. I imagine them having girl nights and gossiping a lot 😆
I didn't like how Inquisition just....ignored your origin. Like, when you play as a Lavellan, you don't follow the Maker. You might not even know how most shemlan cities operate! And you want me to be your religious idol??? No thanks! But nothing is ever done about it and it's frustrating.
I always tend to play as if I was in the MC's shoes. And it's helped me learn a lot about myself, tbh. But I can't be mean to most characters cause it makes me feel bad 😭 Unless they deserve it.
Choices do matter (: You'll see your choices echo through the games, in what ways you can approach missions (Paragon vs Renegade) and how people remember you (if you were rude or polite). How much attention you put into your teammates is a big mechanic in 2, for example. It's hard to see how your choices change things until 2, since y'know, first game and all. Keep at it!
I played as an elf rogue my first, and only time, playing DnD. That was my first ever exposure to DnD, so I knew nothing. Now that I know a lot more, I wanna play again and really lean into the roleplay and the shenanigans. Who are you playing as? :D
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1, 5, and 9 from the OC asks for the loml Ana Tyler 🥰🖤
Okay, first of all, hiii & thank you for the ask!! Any excuse to talk about my beloved Ana Tyler I will TAKE. Fun fact this will be my second go at this since I had literally just finished and everything got deleted D:
1. How does your OC feel about their full name?
From You Owe Me, we know her full name is Ana Tyler, but she'd told Frank that everyone calls her Ty. To me, Ana is a reminder of her traumatic past. During her time in the 'copy cat widows' lol, they don't really use her name at all, but when they did, they definitely used Ana, and for that reason alone she doesn't really like when anyone calls her that because the flashbacks. Her brother for most of their childhood would be called by their last name, Tyler. So, the nickname Ty is a bit of a tribute to her late brother.
5. Do they have a “tell” for when they’re lying?
I don't necessarily think she has a 'tell', she's pretty good at lying, being a spy and all, but she does get angry when she can't accept the truth. As such an independent person, it's so hard for her to trust people and value opinions and advice that could be different from hers... even from trusted people in her life like Frank and Curt. So, because of that, I think whenever she sort of loses it and gets angry it's her way of handling the possibility that she might not know it all or even worse, she has to let her guard down.
9. Do they have a word or phrase that they tend to overuse?
Okay. This is my favorite question on here specifically because that's what You Owe Me was focused around for me. Besides cursing all of the time, because let me tell you this girl curses like a sailor, her signature thing is "You Owe Me". She doesn't seriously keep track of anyone she says it to, it's just something she does. I'd like to think maybe it was something she'd do with her family growing up, her brother specifically, but honestly it was just something I really wanted to be between her and Frank. As their friendship progresses, and they get more comfortable with each other and learn how to communicate best with each other, it becomes essentially a game to them. I imagine it like this:
Ty would go to him one day to get patched up and she'd be really badly hurt, more than normal. He'd be focused on stitching her up or even pulling bullets out of her, whatever wild situation she got herself into this time and as he accomplishes the task she'd break the silent tension.
"I'm gonna have to owe you really big for this one, I can tell."
"Yea, I'll add it to my list, sweetheart."
She'd think for a minute, between the lack of sleep, loss of blood, and winding down adrenaline, she wasn't as quick to respond. Eventually, after a few beats of silence, she'd speak.
"You know, I actually think, if we held our lists side by side... you'd owe me. Cause like, just having me in your life like really fuckin' improved it, so that alone is like a lifetime owed, you know?"
Frank would smile, while she wasn't looking obviously, and if she caught a glimpse of the humor on his face, he'd deny it and blame it on the amount of blood she lost and mention that she must be delusional. After getting her stable enough, he'd leave to let her rest.
"Where are you going?"
"Apparently, I gotta lifetime of debt owed, so I'm gonna go start chippin' away at that list or somthin'." He'd answer sarcastically while looking over his shoulder wiping his hands on a towel.
Ty would smile, open one eye and look over at him.
"You can start by getting me something to fuckin' eat."
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I just LOVE THEM OKAY. Thank you so much for this, I've been in a writing funk and this was a great way to slowly ease my way back into it. looooove you!!!!
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Good morning 🙂
I just stumbled upon your tags about the SW sequels and Doctor Who AU and now I can't stop thinking about the beautiful chaos that would ensue with Poe and Eleven in the Tardis (I bet the Tardis would totally find a way to roll her eyes at these two adorable idiots...)
But I also can't stop imagining how these two would just “get” each other? Like, they both care so much and so deeply about everyone, they refuse to accept that they simply can't save everyone, they both feel like they carry the weight of the universe on their shoulders and then there are all those feelings of guilt about things that they either have no control over or that weren't their fault in the first place 😥
And then there is the image of Poe giving the Doctor one of his special Poe Hugs while he tries to reassure the Doctor that he did the best that he could while, at the same time, Poe most likely wouldn't stop blaming himself if the Doctor said the same to him 🥺
Also, to end this ask on a little less sad note, here is a Poe Hug for you 🥰
Now this was the best thing to find waiting for me when I woke up this morning. A Doctor Who and Sequels AU has been on my mind for about two weeks now and honestly, any way I twist it, it's just absolutely glorious. What I wouldn't give for a Doctor Who-esque shenanigan filled adventure with one Poe Dameron, honest to god.
I'm convinced that the TARDIS would absolutely try to peace out or the cloister bells (aka the TARDIS' panic button) would start ringing the second Eleven and Poe tried to team up. She would not be having any part of it! She'd take (1) look at Poe and just be like "nuh uh, I've already got one maniac pilot with a penchant for crashing and boisterously orange flight suits causing trouble and bringing home strays I DO NOT NEED A SECOND ONE -"
But you're absolutely right, Eleven and Poe would get along like a house on fire. I've put a lot of thought into their similarities, even before I started my sporadic rewatch of Eleven's era and just started finding a frankly astonishing amount of parallels between the two of them. They would get each other for exactly every single thing you already listed, and also the fact that the same exact thing drives them both: the Doctor's promise ("never be cruel, never be cowardly, never give up, never give in) just rings so, so true for Poe and his motivations, too.
But also! They both hide behind very, very similar facades. Eleven is very chipper, energetic and bright-eyed; he's the hoper of far-flung hopes and the dreamer of improbable dreams...but if you pay enough attention to him, you'll see what his infectious smiles and laughs hide: how sometimes those smiles don't quite touch those tired, ancient eyes. How he's filled to the brim with self-loathing, how he'll never touch a gun but never question how far he's willing to go to save the world and especially his loved ones, because good men don't need rules, and Eleven has so, so many.
And Poe hides behind a similar mask, too - which is lampshaded in the comics by Leia after they lose L'ulo. He's eager to jump to the next mission, to the next adventure, to throw himself into the cause and his commitment to it so he won't have to focus on his grief - and she cracks that 'everything's easy for Poe Dameron, right?' And god if that's not something Poe clings to! He has an infectious smile and bright-eyes, he's always the optimist, the one inspiring others and boosting morale, supporting and encouraging them but anyone paying close enough attention could spot that not every smile reaches his eyes - how damn exhausted he looks, how he looks like one more catastrophe might just be the thing to push him over the brink of hopelessness and he won't come back from that.
You know the line from Marina's "Oh No!" where it goes "I always feel like I'm the worst, so I always act like I'm the best"? Yeah, that's Eleven and Poe (I actually have a lot of thoughts on the contrast of how this presents itself in them both too but this is already getting long so I'm putting a pin in it for now).
Oh dear god, the sheer visual of a hug between Eleven and Poe is just...pulling on every single heart string I have. I need art of that desperately. My two boys....my raggedy man and my flyboy...
Danke for the Poe Hugs, those are always welcome 😌
#ask box#nowritingonthewall#long post#seriously i think the second they were within close enough distance to start engaging in chaotic shenanigans#the TARDIS would engage the HADS system and just be like 'BYE'
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"Like any unloved thing, I don’t know if I'm real when I'm not being touched." (Idk the author jdhdkd)
Young Rafael and Max is something that can actually be so personal🥺🥺 Also Alec omfg I am love them djvdkdjdi this scene is the cutest shit ever!!!!
“Come here. Be dead with us.” Look, I love this, but I still have lbaf flashbacks, so please don't sir😭
Do you ever just cry about the fact that Alec changed the law for Magnus and the great impact it had on the people that are now allowed to love without having to fight like him...or is it just me? Jdhdkdjdl
Rafael shakes his head. “I didn’t catch him.”
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“Yes,” Rafael nods seriously. “I wanna be like daddy.”
Will a chapter go by that I don't cry over Rafael?? ✨No✨
Oh, I bet he is going to be a prince😎
“Lex malla, lex nulla,” SCREAMING FJDHKDJD
Lightwood siblings supremacy only!!! And obviously Clary, Simon and Magnus!!!
He remembers that because he remembers wondering why there was no one to make him feel warm. CAN I GIVE THIS BOY A HUG???
“I don’t want flowers. I want you. I want your heart. Now ask me if I can keep it for the rest of our lives.” 🥺🥺🥺💙
If he doesn't ask you to marry him in your mother language then wtf is the point????
The whole fucking wedding is literally everything that is right in this life. Magnus missing his family, Alec noticing this before him....😭
Rafael and Max being cutieeees!! Jace being the best man EVER. And Catarina omg I love her!!!! Izzy being badass as always. They really said you can't see your boyfriend before the wedding and Alec was like ✨is that a challenge?✨
“If my life is going to be everlasting, I want to spend it loving you,” This is all I will be thinking of from now on, don't @ me
Alec: takes a deep breath
Magnus: ...oh shit
Simon grins. “Lightwoods, huh?”
Magnus nods gravely.
“Welcome to the club,” Simon winks before leaving him alone.
LOWKEY DYING OVER HERE, DON'T MIND ME😭
Fucking Shinyun really said go big or go home and she is so sexy for that!! How much did the fucking necklace costs??? I LOVE HER WITH MY HEART😍😍
Magnus really said I'm gonna wear a necklace that belonged to a princess and is fucking expensive as my something borrowed and no one can do it like him!!!
“Because you didn’t choose him. You chose yourself. Just as I did,” GROWTH!!!
Ragnor, Catarina and Max as something old, new and blue don't fucking touch me I'm crying!!!😭😭🥺
Yeah, I cried at the wedding as if I was there, what about it?!?!!
100% not surprised by Alec's jewerly kink...
Max and Rafael dancing. That's it. That's my will to live right there💙💙💙
TRUE LOVE NEVER DIES!!! TLND. I.... I CAN'T. THIS CHAPTER WAS...FUCK. I LOVE, LOVE. LOVE IT!!! <33333
The third timeline... Holy fuck!! The pain, the healing, the-
But Rafael was always home. Always there. Not me getting emo over Rafael again😭 God this boy needs to stop blaming himself!!!
The only god I will ever know is Anjali Joshi Rosales🥺🥰
Can we talk how fucking mature Max acted?? Kinda creepy the way he was calm the whole time but also sooo fucking amazing!!!
Wait a minute... Did they just... Talk to each other??? Politely?? And cleared the miscommunication?? Babe wake up a miracle just happened...
Alec legit laughs. “Yeah right. Is that why he is dating you? Because you remind him of me?” oh boy if you knew how right you are....
Omg he sounds like a kid kdhdkdbdlnd
“He dated me because it was easy,” she says. “He dated you even though it was hard.” LOUDER FOR EVERYONE SHINYUN!!!
Please don’t ever doubt my love. Not when it’s the crux of my existence. FAVORITE LINE OMFG DJVDKDJD
Magnus loves him and loves him and loves him.
And that love got him hurt.
Alec loves him and loves him and loves him.
And that love wasn’t enough.
..FUCK😭😭
Magnus being all high and them taking advantage of it is so fucking funny😂😂
Magnus be like: Yeah I just got hit by a car and woke up from a coma. Btw did you eat love???
His favorite person, his first love and the love of his life!!! Please I can't. It's too much love here💙🥺
THE WEDDING RING IN HIS BACK POCKET!! CAN YOU NOT SIR???? I WILL BE THINKING ABOUT THIS FOREVER🥺🥺🥺🥺
Song rec: You might not like her by Maddie Zahm (I kinda cried with this one lmao)
This chapter was really fun to write. So, I'm so glad that y'all liked it and got some serotonin out of it.
ALSO, THIS SONG IS ANGSTY AND I'M DISTRAUGHT.
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