#first killl

[angstydiaz]

i enjoyed/watched most of these and im still mad(warrior nun isnt here considering it is coming back??)

#STOP CANCELING GOOD SHOWS AT ONE SEASON MAN #julie and the phantoms #the wilds #the society #i am not okay with this #first killl #lockwood and co #paper girls #teenage bounty hunters #diary of a future president #netflix #queer media

[silvermahogany]

Hes. Fine <3

#fucking deranged over this series man #trigun 98 KILLLED MEEEEEE #OUHGHHFHFHFH #watching Vash slowly deteriorate god fucking damn #it was funny at first but man now give him a break hes had ENOUGH 😭 #chill OUT #anyways i wanna fuck him #trigun #trigun 98 #vash the stampede #shitpost

[wariosupporter]

Now that fionna and cake season has wrapped up i just have one thing to say.

The ONLY reason that bubblegum and the star were not in love is because marcy did not become a musician in that universe, so bonnie never heard her preform.

#i firmly believe this #its in the distant lands episode !! we see the first time bonnie lays eyes on marcy is at her show. and bb says shes always loved her music #//but noooo its cause shes killin all the humans// i hear you say #psshhhh. bon bon is a war criminal. when u live that long morals are loose. #im sure bonnie thinks the killling is inconvenient and bad resource management. but thats not the big divide between them. #what really UNIFIES them is that they are both creative. bonnie makes people and inventions and marcy makes music. theyre both generative #in the stars episode her dedication to vampirism has killed her creative drive. as a creature of destruction she is now at odds w bon. #THATS why theyre not together #fionna and cake

[gayspock]

sorry if im "late" or whatever but like as much as russel brand has openly been a creep for years, its so fucking gross when people are like "haha, yeah, i wasnt even phased. i knew it all along" and act like theyre above the doc or something and completely unbothered like . 😭dude the point of it wasnt hot gossip, or shock value, like....

#Egg.txt #what a weird weird resposne honestly like #seeing people like yeah im so unsurprised whatever #dude i dont care what your intention was. if i was a victim tellign my story for the first time #and THAT was the FIRST THOUGHT you shared id killl youuuuu

[oofuri2003]

<- [Definitely no telepathic connection here] ->

#KILLL MEEEE #i hope you die i hope we both die etx #realized i fucked up the tag the first time lmfao

[calyroco]

As fun as the concept of dimension hopping and comparing alternate selves to the versions we're first introduced to is, I feel like Black Science fumbled it. It's not that it didn't take advantage of the dimension hopping. It just felt oddly utilized at times.

Like there's one guy who dies early on and then way later we get a flashback to a convo he had with mc about how he always wanted a family but never got to settle down with the right person and do that and then the writer brings in an alternate version of him that raised the main guy's son as his own before dying shortly after his introduction, and I get what the writer was going for but the version that got to be a parent was not the version that originally expressed regret over never getting to be a parent, so it just didn't hit, and I couldn't get invested in that especially with how quickly the narrative got rid of him.

Also you can't kill the same guy twice and expect me to care the second time. I'm just not that kind of person.

I am a sucker for lovingly written family bonds. I have cried over scenes where members of loving families are at risk of losing each other. That attempt at a father-son bond? I couldn't be bothered to give a damn

#months after first reading that shit and it still annoys me #rick is very talented at presenting interesting concepts in ways that annoy me very much and reek of squanderdd potential #and it's not like it's all bad. there are just enough good parts to make the fumbled parts really piss me off #like there's the plot where alternate mc is trying to kidnap alternate versions of his own children because he failed his og ones #there's rebecca killling her alternate self and successfully stealing said alternate self's life until mc comes in to screw her over #that shit was cool #another positive is the art style. i love it. it's very charming. but rick didn't draw it so he's not getting points for that #the art was lowkey carrying the series during its lower points for me. props to matteo for making the book so lovely #art style was absolutely gorgeous. i wish it was more common. i wish matteo did more art for comics with writing I'd love

[blueside-hobi]

made the mistake of complaining to front desk about them pushing back schedules and how we have never done 10 minute add-ons for 90 minutes massages because it fucks our schedules enough with the 90 minute that we don't have time to add another 10 minutes. I was also just extremely negative all day because I fucking hate that place more than anything. And then we get an email two hours after I leave saying "I want to remind everyone of our zero-negativity policy here at <my personal hell>. Please make sure that your conversations are always positive and avoid the temptation to gossip, vent, or openly complain within these walls." fuck you. and as much as I don't fucking care if people know I hate working there, the owner is my dad's friend and she's the scariest person I know and I don't want her to be mad at me or my dad because of this. It just pisses me off that management gets mad at us when we ask front desk to call our clients to come in early, but I guess calling clients and telling them we're running late (because they fucked the schedule by adding time where it doesn't fucking fit, not because we are actually running late) is totally fine. No matter that it makes me get out of that shithole later and fucks everyone else's schedules in rooms after us. I fucking hate it here

#bgelriknhk;jenarbnujkergbujkaeruo[rbno[ #someone fucking killl me i am begging youj #personal #and now im going to have to apologize to that front desk girl even though she was complainging about it with me #it's not like i was blaming her #she was the one that complained first about having to make calls and push people back #opaewgrhiaerhuopigarhoidsgrhoirhoisthoihoi; #hujiegrphiptipwhutt[hoibrs['lhi

[catmask]

Been meaning to catch more of your streams because they're so fun and relaxing and inspire me to do art alongside you! but I have a question?? How on earth have you managed to keep a streaming schedule? (kudos!!!!) I've tried it a few times and after about a month of consistency I get so tired and drop off of it, do you get guilt about rescheduling? (saw some announcement from the other day and it was so communicative and professional) and, how do you measure your own levels of energy to know how long you can stream for? Some people are just Built Different but I don't hear it often talked about how being social like that can drain people, especially when popular streamers in this era are usually streaming all day every single day of the week! Honestly love your work and everything you do, from what you share we seem to have a lot of similar tastes and experiences so I was just curious if this was something you encountered, and if so would love to hear any routines or strategies you have, if you're comfortable doing so! :3

for one thing, this isnt my first time around the bend! i used to stream about four years ago to a much smaller audience, and i feel like that gave me a lot of experience that was useful now as a streamer. i was also still in college/working full time then, so it sort of gave me the like... 'if i stop now im going to sink and die like a shark' mentality about a LOT of my hobbies. art and streaming both.

i do fully understand the feeling of burnout, and with anything you do its important to develop a gage as to how tired you are to determine whether or not you need to reschedule. killling your momentum of doing something can often result in dropping the habit altogether, but at the same time you are a human being with needs so theres gonna be some days you have to just call it off.

my internal 'system' for sickdays/delays is 'if i cant fix the problem in an hour, its a sick day, and if i can its a delay. if i can fix the problem in ten minutes and im avoiding it, then i need to remember im gonna have a lot of fun after its fixed and get up off my ass'

sometimes that 'problem' was as simple as 'i got yelled at at work today and idk if i can handle being smiley and funny for people when i feel like shit', but reminding myself that i always felt better after i streamed was often enough to pull me out of that. if the problem was i was tired/felt like shit, id take a delay and prepare a dinner, shower, and sit down for a bit. then id generally feel okay enough and streaming was no problem!

its easy to beat yourself up for not maintaining a consistent schedule fr streaming when you start out, but the thing you should really be asking yourself is - did you take care of yourself, the streamer, so that consistency was possible? good food, good sleep, and alone time to relax are imperative to any public facing activity, especially something like streaming!

#mailbox #long post

[ybcomplicated]

we know based on sir pentious that a sinners soul can be redeemed- aka reevaluated through divine judgement- even after the afterlife.

Sadly it seems that the sinner has to die again for their soul to face judgement again and be deemed ‘redeemed’.

We dont fully know what happens to sinners after they are killed again- just as we dont know what happens when angels get killled.

But what if sinners and non-heaven born both face divine judgement when they face a second death?

And if sir pentious -a SINNER; non hell-born- got sent to heaven because if his selfless martyrdom, then that begs to wonder…

What about Adam?

Hes not a heaven born. He was the first man. Human. He wasnt a born angel like the sarephems or even st. Peter, or hell, even LUCIFER.

So- does his human soul get reevaluated too?

And based on his actions and lifestyle in the afterlife… he doesnt seem very heavenly does he? Very prideful, violent for violence’s sake.

I’d dare say even… damned

#season 2 theories #hazbin hotel #im ibsessed and hyperfixated #adam hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar #lucifer hazbin hotel #sir pentious #divine judgement goes both ways? #more likely than youd think #hazbin hotel spoilers

[leoleolovesdc]

Okay, dont get me wrong, i do love Cass and Raps ending the show as best friends and it hurt me like a bitch when Cass betrayed her in season two, but I also need them to be a little toxic and weird about each other.

Yeah, Cass is good now, she’s traveled a lot, healed, took a break and came back to Corona and everything is fine, but when something ticks her off, especially if it relates to Rapunzel in any sort of way, she’s suddenly stiffen, cold, quiet, awkward to a level that feels almost threatening. She grabs Rapunzel by the wrist and drags her away from Eugene, from anyone really, she takes her face in between her hands brashly in a way that is just painfully familiar. She loves Rapunzel more than anything in the world, but she loves her violently.

The same is true for Rapunzel, of course in her own way, but when Cassandra stiffens so does she. If Cass reaches for her sword, Raps’ automatically on fight or flight. When she grabs her by the arm, Rapunzel’s instinct kicks in before anything else, pushing Cass against the nearest wall and immobilizing her. When Cass cups her face, she grabs her by the collar, ready to strangle her if it comes to it. She loves Cass back, more than anything in the world, but she loves her paranoically.

If anyone in Corona saw those two together they’d think the possessive one would obviously be Cassandra, I mean, look at her! She’s all serious and protective, but Raps has already lost Cass before and she won’t take chances again. No one approaches Cassandra. No one is allowed to without authorization from the princess. If anyone is foolish enough to get near her without consent, be ready to get knocked out, because when it comes to Cassandra the first thing that speaks inside of Rapunzel is instinct. A contradictory instinct that tells her to proctect as much as it tells her to fight.

Fight for your life, don’t let her killl you.

Protect her with your life, don’t let them take her away from you.

#toxic yuri is my favorite kind of yuri #cassunzel #its supposed to be romantic but ig if you want to see it as platonic it also works #cassandra #rapunzel #cassandra tangled #rapunzel tangled #tangled #tangled the series #rapunzels tangled adventure #toxic relationship #toxic yuri #post canon #tts #cassandra tts #rapunzel tts #cassandra gothel #rta

[slaypanda]

READER my au X ASL TRIO

Part 1 "The beginning"

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Part 6

TW:BLOOD,SCARATCHES,BRUISES, RUNAWAY,BROKEN BONES,F!READER, TRAUMA

You are quietly walking in the hallways of the Clestial Dragon ship. Silently wiping your bloody child hands on your ripped robe,and hide in a crate that would be thrown overboard. The Clestial guards grab the crate as you cover your mouth with your hands to not make noise. The guards throw the crate over board with some other unnecessary items, not knowing the let a slave escape.

Finally escaped.. from the hands of the Celestial Dragon. Your not sure if you will make it, just being stuck in a crate at the dead of night. So you slowly open the top of crate and go into the water as cold water hits your skin. You can still see the ship not to far away from you so you have to be quiet. You see what looks like several hills, moutains, cliff? Whatever it was it might be helpful in your escaping. You climb the cliff, your hands and feet bleeding. You keep climbing carefuly and focus on your grip or you'll fall. You almost missed your footing but regained it again and finally reached the top of the cliff.

You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding trying to calm yourself from the spike of adrenaline rush. Your finally...safe.. You see that up here there is a foreat with trees that are 50x bigger than you. You slolwy stand up as pain washes over your body, you fall face first on the grass, dirt covering your cheek. You stand up once more now being able to hold yourself up. Throwing the hood tagt is attached to the robe over your head to cover your face. Now start walking into the forest.

After a couple of steps you put one foot in the ground, more like one foot in the grave as you hear your feet bone "crack"now probably broken. You shake it off and keep walking, as the chains that uses to hold you, slides on the ground, around your feet, neck, wrist..especially sea stone which was even worse. You dont dare make a sound a you step on a sharp object. "Shh"you tell yourself or they might hear you. "Run from the ship, all you need is your name" you tell yourself as you still feel the carving of your name in the seastone collar. You wipe the sweat on your brow (which really didnt mattered cuz you were already soaked when you were swimming to begin with) and you feel your blood running through your veins.

You shake your head as "what if" thoughts run through your head. "Dont think twice, you'll be dead in the second. If I dont find a safe place" I think to myself as I keep speed-walking looking for anyone who can help me. My neck and chest are starting to ache and ache. I let out a scream in pain as I try to keep my ground. You turn your eyes from your hands to the heaven as you pray for some good luck to come. You pass through every thought that happen before being captured by the Clestial Dragons. Your life wasn't good before you got captured but you had freedom. Killed your pride.

You keep your guard up already killling a few animals you were about to attack, turning your fear into a wepon. Oh how long you've walked and your body feels like its about to collapse, your eyelids slowly closing. " No. Dont you let them take control or take my soul now" you tell yourself as you keep walking.

You see a house or somthing like that and it has people inside and god they were LOUD! "Will they help me, or mabye they w.." "no, no time for takebacks." Your vision slolwy blurring and becoming fuzzy. With the last energy you knock on the door. Ou see a shadow walking to the door from the inside "its not the devil at the door jeez" you hear a person sayfrom inside and you see your shadow on the floor before you collapse onto the ground. You see in a blurty sight a big person probaly a man with orange hair and a cigar, with a white blouse. Then everything goes black.

A/n:Ima make a part 2 so dont worry, i had this idea and wanted to make a comic but thats not going to happen so im now writing a fic.

#one piece #reader x character #freedom #asl trio #asl brothers #celestial #celestial dragons #one piece luffy

[padfootdaredmetoo]

Hi again! Oh yeah! I guess its request time then😂 (Also I love that gif😂) also right after I sent the first ask I had an idea for another Henry Sherlock x Peaky and I can't decide which to send so I'll send both separately and you can choose which one you like better! The original idea I had was for a Shelby sister Reader and the other is a Holmes sister Reader. But the first idea is this: 

What if another Shelby sister moves to London and ends up being Sherlock's neighbor but he ignores her at first (or pretends to) even when she becomes friends with Enola. Then one day a man looking for revenge against the Blinders breaks into her home and almost succeeds in kidnapping/killling her but suddenly Sherlock appears and saves her. Then right as he's helping patch her up like half of the Shelby Company Limited +Co show up because they got the call reader was threatened. And after that reader and Sherlock gee closer and like Ada and Enola are constantly working to set them up! And yeah that's the first idea I had if you were interested!❤️❤️

Hey Love,

This request is just - I'm not worthy. But I hope this makes you happy. I have three extra pieces that I'll try to post tonight. Thanks for sending this in, I'm having a lot of fun with it!

Warnings: Reader is assaulted, kissing, fluff,

EXTRAS: Little extra bits of the story that give more context. I figured they might make it too long but I'm still super attached to them.

Kissing - Additional Short about kissing

You looked around the sun bathed flat in amazement, a sound you could never recall rang in your ears. Silence. It was quiet and only the furniture was put in place. Aunt Pol and Ada insisted on staying with you for the first night, in your world that was a party so naturally, Esme was in toe with them when they showed up. You all listened to records and drank yourselves silly. Gin and dancing, laughing and gossiping, your heart was soaring high when you eventually fell asleep on a pile of cushions. 

However, in the morning, it was a different feeling entirely. You woke up first wondering how on earth you all could make a mess out of a practically unpacked apartment, but there it was. The anxiety from the booze started to hit you and laying still became impossible. Your stomach turned violently and your mind started to race with unwanted memories. Time to get busy, you groaned and got up for the day. 

You ran out to get some bread and eggs for breakfast. The street was brutally loud and you were grateful for the little shop as the door closed and the sound was muffled. Eggs and bread turned into a large and heavy paper bag full of all sorts of things. You managed it well enough till you got to the top of the front steps. You nestled the large paper bag in one arm and struggled to get your keys out of your coat pocket.  The door swung open suddenly and a very tall man glared down at you. The paper bag fell from your arm as the man's gaze held you. He was very tall and broad, looking down at you with a displeased face.

“So-” You stopped yourself and shook your head this was not your fault. You picked the bag up and tried to hold your head high while walking around the large man, something that would have been possible if his shoulders didn't take up the entire doorway. 

Your eyes rested on his collar bones that poked out of his nightshirt and you wondered how on earth someone could have shoulders so…. 

“221C?” His voice was deep and velvety and would have been very pleasing if he had sounded less grumpy. His crumpled hair and long sweeping robe made you wonder why he was going out at all. 

You turned your head to the side as you met his eyes again, a move you regretted instantly. 

“Normally people refer to me by my name.” You told him your name and reached out to shake his hand. He gave you a firm handshake and gave you another look over. 

“Last night was a terrible experience. My work requires a large amount of concentration and -” 

“Are you the new woman?” An overly cheery voice called out from behind the hulking man. He let out an exasperated sigh. A girl with long brown curly hair fought her way out of the doorway and bent down to grab a tin of coffee that had escaped in the fall. 

“Im Enola - Holmes! This is my brother” She looked between the two of you and registered her brother's deep glare “he’s hungover - completely ignore him.” She said with a beaming smile. She ushered you past him into the hallway and started chattering. Your head was pounding but you tried to follow along with what she was saying. 

“It sounded like a wild night, I don't think I’ve ever heard so much laughing.” She held onto your arm with the tin of coffee in the other hand and you felt weird being walked to your apartment by the girl. She must have been about 14 or so, something in her eagerness to speak with you made you feel she was lonely.

“You know I love parties, I know lots of jokes, and oh- do you run your own business. Your mail here has a company stamp with your last name. That’s really something, I’m excellent with numbers if you ever need accounting - not that you aren't good with numbers if you own your own business- ” 

“Enola” The man called from their door across the hall. 

“Sorry!” She gave you another big smile. 

“Do you want a cup of coffee or tea?” You don't know why you asked her, caffeine was the very last thing that girl needed. But her eyes were lonely and you remembered what it was like at that age. 

“No” 

“YES!” they answered at the same time. The man looked at you almost apologetically.

“She wouldn't be any trouble. My sisters are here with my aunt, ah tonight was sort of a one-off. Sorry about the noise and everything.” You fumbled and your face flushed. 

“No,” He said awkwardly. “ Not a problem I just - as long as it's not every night. I’m sure we can be just as loud.”  You gave him a nod and then opened the door to your apartment. 

“Behave Enola” He called out before stepping into his flat with his mail in hand. She made an exasperated face and rolled her eyes. 

_________________________________________________

You laughed as you came into the kitchen to see all three of them sat at the table in various positions that showed their hungover-ness. 

“Everyone this is my neighbor Enola.” Esme didn't lift her head from the wooden table but a groan of acknowledgment rang out from a mess of dark curly hair. 

Polly looked the girl over and lit a cigarette, then her eyes looked to you with a question. 

“She bumped into me in the hallway. Enola this is my Aunt Pol and my sisters Esme and Ada.” 

She gave them a wave and whispered a soft hello. Aunt Pol looked at her for a long while then gave a kind smile. 

“So you live across the hall then?” 

“Yes with my brother Sherlock Holmes - he’s a detective and I’m technically in training but I am taking clients,” Enola said proudly. 

Sherlock Holmes, you thought to yourself for a moment brain foggy as ever. The detective from the papers? You didn't know what to think of the information as you put the kettle on the stove.

“A detective eh?” Pol gave her a nod. “Do me a favor and keep an eye on this one for me?” 

“Sure thing. She can count on us.- You mentioned it’s just you living here now?” 

You nodded as you started to unpack a box of mugs. 

“I live in the neighborhood, but we are all from Birmingham,” Ada answered with a small smile. 

“Birmingham! Holy - I haven't been before but I read this article once -” And off she went quietly rattling on and on. You got some eggs, ham, toast, and coffee on the table. Pol took Enola’s mug and filled it with milk before she could grab some coffee. 

“It’s a dreadful habit dear. Have some milk.” She said knowing full well that she didn't need anything to wake her up. 

The morning passed into the afternoon and eventually, Esme raised her head and ate up her breakfast. They made Enola laugh loudly and you felt she fit in with your girl gang well enough. 

“You have a boyfriend then? How old are ya? Should call Finn over if not.” 

“No” You and Pol answered at the same time. Finn was a good 3 years older than her and the last thing you wanted was her caught up in whatever he was working on these days. 

“He’s my litter brother but he’s a hell of a troublemaker and a good few years too old for you.” You gave Esme a look and she shrugged. 

“I do as it turns out. Well - Erm - don’t mention that to my brother if you don't mind?”  You gave her a big smile. 

“Secret is safe with me.” 

“As long as we get to meet him of course,” Ada added sensibly. 

Soon enough the day passed by and you were left with a messy apartment to clean and many boxes to unpack. You said your goodbyes and enjoyed watching Enola light up as the women hugged her goodbye, with promises of saying hello the next time they came over to stay. 

You closed the door and looked at the girl who jumped slightly.

“You probably want me to leave - sorry!” She looked flustered.

“Stay or go, I’m going to do some unpacking then start on dinner. You are welcome to stay if you like” 

Enola took that invitation as a welcome to come over whenever she pleased. You thought it would start to bother you, but coming from such a big and loud family you found it comforting. 

You watched her interactions with her brother closely the few times you happened to run into him. They would fight over all sorts of things and you weren't happy about it. It was one thing to argue with family but he was an adult and she, whether her family liked it or not, was still just a girl. 

“Love, what happened to your parents?” You asked on a spring evening when you were both absorbed in books. They had been shouting at each other all morning and the question was burning a hole in your mind. 

“Ah, do I annoy you?” She asked in a voice you rarely ever heard her use. 

“No, you and Sherlock argue often I just - It’s none of my business but I -.” 

“We argue a lot because we're both too smart.” She sighed like it was a heavy burden. “We see equally important things, but different things when we assess situations and whatnot. He hates it when I get involved in his cases, hates it even more when I’m right but deep down I know he doesn't mind all that much.” 

You thought about her words and she let out another deep sigh. 

“My mum felt it was her time to be on her own again, my father died ages ago. My other brother Mycroft - he’s a real twat. Tried to put me in finishing school - but you know about that from my first case.” 

You gave a nod remembering the story. “Your mum felt you were okay to be on your own?” You looked at the girl and shuddered. London was a big city, and she was incredibly smart but she was still obviously more of a girl than a woman. 

“Yep,” She said it firmly like she was trying to be proud but there was a sadness etched into her posture that you couldn't unsee. You thought of your own mother and something sank in your stomach. 

“Well, I think you are entirely too much fun to be left alone. The world is big and lonely. Better to stick together with those who are worthy.” You said watching her face light up slightly. “Aunt Pol was calling to see if I’d met your fella by the way.” Pol had not mentioned it in her phone calls, but you said it anyway to make her feel like she was a part of things. She beamed. 

“I’ll take you and Ada to see him.” 

“Excellent. Baking cookies tomorrow, if you want to help?” she gave you a big smile. 

“Despite my extensive knowledge of chemistry, I’m awful at baking.” 

“Eh, you just need to learn.” You shrugged. “One more chapter then we best be off to bed.” A lie that was told frequently in your house. You both read until the wee hours of the morning, multiple cups of peppermint tea made and drank. 

You jumped out of your chair when a hand lightly nudged your shoulder. Out of instinct, you threw the book at the man. Sherlock was there and Enola was happily asleep on the couch open book resting on her chest. 

“Sorry!” You whispered. Sherlock only picked up the book you were reading and then gave you a long look. A thick flush covered your face as you accepted the book back from him. He always made you feel embarrassed and with both of them having all that fancy pants knowledge you really wished he would have caught you reading something of substance. 

“Erm-I” You fumbled. “What time is it?”

“Round six,” He said, still staring at you intensely. 

“Ah, sorry I told her one more chapter - “ You looked at the stack of books “Two books ago - Sorry” 

“It’s alright. I should be the one to apologize. Thanks for spending time with her. If it’s too much-” 

“She’s not a problem.” You said with a finality that showed too much emotion. “I - things are complicated with your family - I only know because I also come from a complex family. But really she’s not a burden or someone that’s better left behind.” 

Sherlock gave you a strange look and you found it impossible to look away from his deep blue eyes. 

“Complicated is a good way of describing it.” He looked around your apartment and you felt extremely uncomfortable. “She’s going to be smarter than all of us soon enough though, I guarantee you she won't be forgotten.”

“Oh, I’m sure she’ll make it into the public’s eye sooner or later. I’m referring to your mother leaving her-” 

“I won’t,” He said firmly and with his full attention turned to you. “Our mother had her own business to attend to, but I assure you Enola is safe with me.” His eyes held you in place and you hated how he made you feel like he could see everything that you were thinking and feeling. 

“You shouldn't shout at her so much.” The words toppled from your mouth as you held his stare. This made the corner of his mouth stand up slightly. He looked like he was debating whether he wanted to start an argument with you or not. 

“I’ll keep that in mind.” He kept looking at you and you were surprised at his response. You knew deep down Enola’s situation reminded you of yourself a great deal. Mother gone, and many fights with Thomas, but you had Pol to back you up, and the rest of them looking out for you all the time. 

“Here - she can stay the night no point in moving her.” You got up and grabbed the thick blanket you left on the edge of the sofa for her. You expected him to already be out the door. He often abruptly ended conversations that is if he didn't ignore you completely. 

“Why are you in London?” His voice made you jump. 

“Wanted some space from the family.” 

“Your sister lives here and your Aunt calls frequently? Space from your family or from your brother?” 

“What do you know about my brother?” The hair on the back of your neck shot up. 

“He gives my bother a hard time in Parliament. Really his arch rival of sorts.” Sherlock said and you wondered if he had been drinking. 

“That pleases you?” You smiled at his unusual expression. 

“Very much so. Although I know you lot had to struggle to get to where you are now.” His voice was back to its usual neat grumpy tone. “I don’t think it's a lifestyle you engage in?” He looked around your colorful apartment again.

“No. It’s not.” You said hoping he believed you. Sure you had gotten into your fair share of grim situations but the company had been legal for a long while now. 

“Good.” He cocked his head towards you and his tone was light again. Something deep inside you wanted to do just about anything to keep his attention on you. With a small smile, he made his way out of your apparent closing the door softly. 

____

Enola was gone to stay with her mother for the night. You knew that something inside you had run over the boundaries of a friend or neighbor when you lay in bed tossing and turning. You knew she was perfectly capable of protecting herself and it really wasn't your place, but something in your mind wouldn't rest. 

Ada had gone back home to stay with Pol for a while, no one was answering the phone today. Now that you thought about it that was probably the main reason you felt worried. You thought about walking across the hall to see if Sherlock wanted help with whatever he was working on. 

In the last case, Enola insisted on your help as all the clues were in Romani. This was probably a normal case that would be over your head but maybe he’d have you for tea anyway. You sighed and got out of bed grabbing your thick robe and wrapping it around yourself. 

Opening your bedroom door you looked across the small flat and could see that the front door was open. Your first instinct was to move back into the bedroom but dark eyes fell on you before you could move. 

“Just come with us quietly love, no fighting” two men made their way towards you. Your fingers wrapped around the poker for the fire and you made careful notes of their appearance before the fighting started. 

You thought about the bedroom window behind you but the drop would guarantee your death. The front door was the only option. You held the iron poker in your grip tightly then the most sensible idea floated into your mind. If fighting didn't go as planned you were sure that screaming your head off would alert someone in the building. 

The two men came towards you and you got the first one across the side of the face before jabbing him in the eye. The second man proved harder to smack no matter how determined you were. Eventually, he got the upper hand and a hard smack landed across your face. You took a deep inhale but his hand closed around your neck before you could scream. You tried to scratch and hit his face but your arms became too heavy before any substantial damage was done. 

Your vision went hazy just as the man let out a loud cry. His hand released you and you watched a hulking figure pull screams from his body. Blood was spilled before the beast made his way toward you. 

You tried to move away unsure of anything, still unable to see or hear properly. Big arms gathered you up and lifted you into the air. 

“Calm down.” His voice was rough and you wondered how your body could switch from so panicked to letting go entirely. 

He carried you across the hall and into his flat. It was the complete opposite color scheme but just as cluttered with books. He placed you down on the countertop in the bathroom. He switched the lights on and you let out a groan covering your eyes. 

You watched him look you over for damage while your voice was stuck somewhere deep inside you. His rough hands traced the bruise on your neck and you let out a soft hum. He didn't move his hand and you looked up into his piercing blue eyes. A different type of tension settled between the two of you one that caused your bones to ache. Without further thought and with no one but God to judge you, you leaned forward and pressed a small kiss to his lips. 

A part of you expected him to recoil in disgust or offense, but he pulled away placing his thumb over your lips. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, and you struggled slightly. You wanted him so badly it hurt to breathe. 

“You’re in shock.” He whispered with a softness you didn't know he possessed. 

“So?” You mumbled against his thumb. 

“So, see how you feel in the morning then try again.” He smiled slightly and you noticed how much blood had splattered up his arms. He got you settled in his bed and gave you some tea. He made some phone calls and after a long while, he came back.

Without any questions or stress, he started reading the book that he must have grabbed from your night table. 

You thought you should tell him to stop but enjoyed the way his nose crinkled and how he started to argue about the character's motives. 

“Men don’t think that way - surely you must know this?” he said looking down at you curled up in his blankets. The sun was just starting to come up and you were wishing there was a way for you to keep stuck in this moment. 

“I have no idea how men think” You whispered up at him. Right then there was a commotion in the hallway. 

“Oh, NO.” Enola’s voice had called out and you both shot up. You winced in pain as you followed him out of the room.

“Who are you lot? You need to tell me where she is right now.” Enola commanded in a voice that would have made the average person crumple. 

Thomas, the man standing across from her was not the average person. His eyes flicked from her to you standing behind Sherlock. You caught the relief flooding his features and Arthur let out a deep breath from the living room.  

“There she is. Tough girl.” Arthur came towards you and you let him pull you into a big hug. 

Sherlock and Thomas stood still staring at each other in a way that made you worry. 

“This going to be a regular occurrence?” Sherlock asked in a cold tone. John had squared up his chest when you noticed Ada seemed deeply pleased about something as she looked at you from your bedroom doorway. 

“No,” Thomas said easily. “This is for you.” He pulled out a folded piece of paper. 

Sherlock accepted the paper and sighed when Enola grabbed onto his forearm angling it so she could read it better. 

“Moriarty!” She gasped. “Oh, Sherlock this makes perfect sense! The last case was in Romani, he must have known we had her help. We never ask anyone for help so -” 

“So we put a gigantic target on her back.” He looked down at her with an icy expression and you hated the way it hit her. 

“I take partial responsibility for that,” Thomas called out taking some of the blame off of the girl's shoulders. Not something you would have expected from him. “Moriarty has been pestering me for a meeting for a long while now. I assume this was his way of grabbing our attention.”

“Can she stay with you?” Ada asked in a sweet voice. 

“Of course.” Sherlock and Enola both said at the same time in very different tones. 

“She should come home, Tom,” Arthur said tightening his arm around your shoulders. 

“She would be more help on the case here,” Enola said in a quiet voice. 

“She won't be any safer back home. Plus she’s the only one Alfie enjoys working with. Lord knows we will need his help.” Ada added. 

“If it's not any trouble” You looked at Sherlock. “I’d rather stay here and help.” You added moving your gaze to Tommy. 

“Fuck.” he sighed. “You stay here, deal with Alfie.” 

You smiled at the thought of how much it bothered your brother that Alfie would always keep his word if you asked him to. 

“If that’s settled I should be off.” Thomas gave you a quick hug then Arthur and John followed him out with glances of warning to Sherlock. 

“Alright, two of you go do your thing - with less shouting than usual. We will start on the mess in here.” You looked at Ada and she nodded. 

“No, It’s technically a crime scene or whatever?” Ada looked at Enloa. 

“Yes, she's right you should just move over to our side and leave everything as is.” Enola gave a serious nod and you couldn't help but think they were up to something. 

“We will have to review the last case to see how it relates to this. You need to rest.” Sherlock put his arm around out and gilded you towards his apartment. 

“Don't.” He said before you could start arguing. “Please just rest a bit for me.” 

“Did you just say please?” You said caught off guard by his choice of words. 

“Go to sleep.” He turned on his heel and left you to curl up in his bed. You got up for a while before falling asleep again on the couch listening to him and Enola go back and forth with different theories.

You felt him carry you back to bed and felt a moment of guilt realizing you shouldn't have made him carry you. He placed you back on the bed and you mumbled thanks. There was a moment of complete silence before you felt the bed dip under his weight. 

“My brother has guards covering the building, I don't think there’s any more evidence in my flat if you want me to -” You said realizing there really wasn't a reason for you to stay in his space. 

“I want you to stay.” He murmured into your hair and you felt his arm wrap around you. A heavy peaceful weight crept over you and you were very grateful to give him what he wanted.  

“Then I’ll stay.” You whispered and he pulled you tight against his chest. You thought about that kiss, but you felt his breath even out. With sleep washing over you, you made a note to revisit that kiss in the morning.

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I feel really nervous about this one so let me know what you think <3

#Sherlock Holmes #Peaky blinders #Peaky blinders sister #Enola holmes #Sherlock Holmes fic #Sherlock holmes request #Peaky Blinders one shot #Peaky blinders request #Peaky blinders imagine #Sherlock Holmes x reader

[sonicfanthenightfury5099]

Idk if its allowed but… Since you made a One shot with werewolf Myers meeting his s/o, maybe you could do one with werewolf Jason? 👉👈

(Only if you are comfortable or want to do it, of course!)

First Michael now Jason meeting his Future S/O at Camp Crystal Lake

Moonlight on the Lake

Summary: You and your friends head out to a Camp Crystal lake for the summer, unaware that the Beast of Crystal Lake is spying on your group, and he's finds you interesting out the ground.

You tagged along with your friends to a campsite called Camp Crystal Lake. The locals say it's a cursed place. Nobody never leaves there alive. They say that he still lives there, The Beast of Crystal Lake.

You didn't think "The Beast" was a real thing, just a story the locals made up as something to explain the missing people at the lake. But everyone believes in The Beast of Crystal Lake. One night, you were all in the lounge playing games and doing some reading when from out of the woods a strange Howl echoes through the night. "Did you hear that?" One asked, "Yeah, what is that?" Your best friend asked. "Sounded like a wolf."There's no wolves out here." Billy said, "Maybe there are." You said. "That didn't sound like any animal I've heard." Barb said. "That was his Howls we heard." A voice said right beside the fireplace. "That was The Beast." He continued as he turned off the lights to set the mood for the tale he was going to tell. "Oh, come on, Jared, you believe in that. It's just a story they tell to keep their kids to behave. Like The Boogeyman." Billy said as Jared got to the second to last light to turn off. "Well, there's a good reason for this story to keep us aware of what's out there." Jared continues as he leaves the lantern on the coffee table on.

"You see, everyone of Crystal Lake is aware of what happens here, and there's good reason." Jared starts the tale of The Beast, "A creature lives in these very woods, and anyone who goes in them do with caution cause they run into The Beast." "Oh come on." Tom said before he gotten shushed by Barb. "The Beast is said to be large when he's on all fours." Jared continues. "So it's a Bear case close." Billy interrupted, "No no, this is no Bear." Jared replied. "It has a sort of build like a bear, but it's more wolf like." You grabbed the blanket and hulled with Barb, "This Beast stands over 10 feet high. With sharp pointed teeth, crooked fangs stained pink from it previous killl." Jared continues as he walks around the group slowly. "The paws were massive, with big long claws, razor sharp, enough to rip someone open." Jared said as he scared Billy with the "claws" he was mimicking with one hand over the other. "From the reports of hunters coming into these woods are all the same. Especially the unique details of the Beast." Said Jared as he got back to where he was in the beginning when he started to tell the story. "Like what?" You asked him, "Well I mentioned the crooked teeth, but more too that than just that. One of its ears is pointing up while the other is small, floppy, and lower than the normal one." Jared said. "But the most important detail in every eye witness is the mask the beast wears." "A mask?"Andy said, "it's true, I'm not pulling your leg. Everyone has seen a mask on The Beast. Cause He hides his face both as a man and as a Beast." Jared continues. "Wait, you said He." Barb said."Is it a person?"She asked. "Yes, I did say He cause the beast has a name, that is well known in Crystal Lake." Jared said.

"His name is Jason. Jason Voorhees."

"Jason, was any other kid growing up here only he was born deformed. He had a big head from fluid built up and his ear smaller than the other. He was bullied from what he looked. He was a shunt in from that with this mother keeping him happy. One night, his mother discovered that her little boy was a monster." "Ok that was rude, Jared. It was his fault that he was born deformed." You said interrupted him. "I don't mean it like that way, Y/N. It was because she found him in his room, changed into his Beast self. " "Holy shit, that'd be terrifying for a parent to see their kid as." Billy said. "Jason's mother was definitely shocked seeing her boy like that. But she did what any mother would do if they see their child in distressed, she comfort him in his Beast self." Jared said. He continues the story, "One day, She was asked to be the cook of the Camp and was worried about leaving her boy home alone for most of the time at the camp. But the owners said that she could bring Jason to the camp as she works. She hoped that if she was really busy that the camp counselors would keep an eye on him. She didn't want him to go into the lake unsupervised in case he drowns." "I have a bad feeling about what's going to happen." Bard said to you.

Jared continued, "One infamous day at Camp Crystal Lake, Jason was being tormented by the other campers cause of his appearance and chased him out to the docks when they pushed him into the lake, He cried for help but no one came he managed to call out for his Mama before his head slipped under for the final time and never came back up. " "Barb, you called it." You said to her, "The search for Jason's body came empty-handed, and His mother devastated. That night, something happened that no one expected the two counselors that were supposed to be tasked with on keeping on Jason where founded murdered. The camp was closed after thar and kept like it till now. The Murders happened again, the one who done it was." "Jason?" Billy said, interrupting Jared. "His Mother, Mrs Voorhees." "Oh..." Billy now looking like idiot from blutting out. "Question, why would she do that?" Tom asked, "Well she wanted to keep the camp ground closed and no one opening it back up cause she knows that someone may do the same thing that cost those people's lives. Mrs Voorhees was decapitated by a would-be victim by her own weapon. Alice survived, but she mentioned the name of Jason when she was questioned about what happened. She recalled that someone or something was lurking through the woods and heard howls of something in the woods. She disappeared 4 years later, with a blood stain in her kitchen and a claw mark in the door frame." Jared finished. "Is he still around?" You asked when he finished, "Oh come on, there's no big wolf that stands on their hid legs that's crazy people's stuff." Tom replied to you, "Well, he may be out there. Angry, bloodthirsty as ever." Jared said as he picked up his drink. "So when you go to bed tonight, if yoy ear a noise. Whatever you do, dont look out the window."

"BECAUSE IT MIGHT BE JASON!!!!!"

Jared screamed as he threw his drink into the fire, causing the flames to grow big, scaring everyone in the cabin. Tom fell off the couch, Billy flinched from the flames, and you and Barb screamed from the scare. Jared laughed from the reaction from everyone cause the two boys to get pissed off that. "JESUS JARED WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO DO GIVE US A HEARTATTACK?!!" Billy shouted at him. "I think we should call it a night." Batb said as she got up from the couch, making her way around the couch to see if Tom was OK. "I agree, I'm going to my cabin." You said getting up to go walk to your cabin as the rest of your friends were going to do the same after the fright that Jared gave you.

Lying awake in bed as minutes tick by, you couldn't sleep. That story was still in your mind. "Jason sounds like a tragic guy than a villain." You thought to yourself as you try to get some sleep. You got up deciding that maybe some free air will help. You were far from your cabin as you stopped to look at the lake, the moonlight reflected on the calm surface of the lake, no ripples just still. You sat down as you thought about what happened to Jason. Did he really drowned? Or did he manage to get to shore and lived the rest of his life in the woods?

SNAP

A branch broke, right behind your back, you looked to see nothing. Must've been a Deer, you thought, and you looked back to the lake. Thinking you had enough air, you decided to walk back to your cabin. The tree branch breaking was pushed to the back of your mind as you walked back. You thought to yourself about what happened and what the morning will bring. The sounds of twigs crunching from a distance got you looking back to the woods. That must be a Deer, but why would Deer still be awake at this time? A low growl came from the woods. The hairs on the back of your neck stand up. It sounded deep, and it sounded near from where you stood. That's definitely not a Deer. You started to pick up the pace of your walking speed as whatever is Stalking through the woods, the trees rustled from something big in the trees as you looked to where the camp ground was. You looked back to see if the trees were shaking, you slammed full force into a figure that stood between you and your friends.

You stared at a gaint beast from the ground, a makeshift mask fitted over the muzzle as crooked fangs stuck out as the beast huffed and puffed. The Mane was thick around the neck with one ear floppy on its head as sharp claws were at its side on large paws. You were staring up at The Beast of Crystal Lake. It was Jason Voorhees in the flesh wearing a large coat made out of various pieces of materials stitched together to cover his large form. You were in fear of what he was going to do to you. He started to sniff you, your scent, you held your breath, hoping for it to end. You didn't know how long he was there cause you blacked out from holding your breath too long.

You woken right at your cabin door. Did you dream about that encounter and sleep walked? You noticed a flower that lay right beside you. It wasn't a dream. You wondered why he spared you from his rage all day. You questioned about it, was it because you stand out from the rest of your friends? Your question was answered when another little gift was on your doorstep and a familiar figure in the light of your cabin.

Jason wanted to say hello as himself.

#Fridaythe13th #jason vorhees x reader #jasonvoorhees #werewolf #werewolfau

[foxymoxynoona]

the way i would killl for a cute little scene between amended jk and lily when she was 4/5 doing something sweet like him teaching her something, or helping her in any way🥺🥺 I always imagined jk with a lil soft spot for her mini princess and i hope he does have it because lily is just the cutesttt!

I hope you enjoy this! <3

Story: Amended Characters: Jungkook and Lily Length: 2406 CW: Some soft cursing, mentions of blood, that's it

“Elbow pads,” Jungkook said and Lily held her arms out for him to check the straps, even though he’d only fastened them a minute ago.

“Check!” she said.

“Wrist guards,” he said and held his hands out for her to slap with the guards in place.

“Check!” she said.

“Knee pads.”

“Check!” 

“Helmet.”

“Check!” Lily laughed and swatted at him as he drummed lightly on the hot pink shell protecting her blonde head from the sort of thing he would not want to have to explain to Isabella later. Isabella and Ezra were at a birthday party, one Lily was too young to participate in, which had led to many tears from the six year old who considered all of Ezra’s friends her friends too. 

There were few things Jungkook disliked more than Lily’s tears of disappointment, so he’d decided to make good on a promise he’d been given more than a year ago.

“Lesson one, how to carry the board,” he said, pulling the shortboard off the wall in the garage where he’d fitted hangings for his skateboards. Eomma had been about to throw them out when she and Appa were cleaning out their garage, and then Isabella had been skeptical why he’d want them seeing as he wasn’t seventeen anymore, but one smooth (ok, a little wobbly) ride home on the longboard had reminded him how much he enjoyed it. And he’d ridden since high school! Not in a few years, but now he’d do a few runs of the driveway on them, if Ezra and Lily had them out to play. They thought he looked cool. Isabella said he looked like a hospital visit but then she’d kiss his cheek affectionately so he thought she just didn’t want to admit that her little high school heart still thumped for him riding. He was sure of it. 

“I want to ride the big one,” Lily frowned and pointed.

“No let’s start with this one. That one will be harder for you to steer.”

She made a face but it quickly dissolved into a smile as he handed her the shortboard with its bright blue and yellow geometric design on the bottom. When she balanced it on her head, he showed her how to carry it under her arm instead.

“It’s scratchy,” she giggled. “I always scratch my butt on it.”

“That scratchy is really important, it’s going to help your shoes stay in place.”

“Like glue?!”

“Not quite but sort of.”

They walked together to the end of the long driveway, where many times before she would perch her butt or tummy on the skateboard and scoot down the slight incline. Jungkook had a terror of her rolling over her fingers so at least she knew to keep her hands up, but she’d definitely fallen off a few times even so. Usually when she veered into the grass and rolled off.

“Ok for starters, you’re going to just stand and I’ll help you go. I want you to get a feel for how moving your body changes where you go. Are you left footed or right footed.”

“I have both feet,” she assured him, looking up with wide-eyed innocence.

“Yes but which is your– nevermind. Start walking towards me?”

“Why?” she asked, taking several steps in his direction, left foot first.

“Ah! You’re goofy!”

“You’re goofy,” she glared and giggled and stuck her tongue out.

“No, we call it goofy-footed, I think your left foot is your dominant foot.”

“What does dah-mint mean?”

“Never mind. Here, you’re going to stand like this on the board,” Jungkook said, taking up a demonstrative stance beside her. He waited for her to mimic his foot position, then took a moment to adjust her weight and shoulders, told her to bend her knees, hands out for now. She bounced up and down to make a game of it, giggling. Little girl energy was very different from teenage boy energy, when he’d learned to board from YouTube videos and hid in the garage until he wouldn’t embarrass himself.

“Great. Now let’s give it a go on the board. Up you go,” he said. She stepped up only to immediately yelp as it slid out from under her. Fortunately he caught her but they had to chase the board down.

“Easy does it, try again.”

“It’s like getting on a nervous horse,” she giggled.

“Have… you ever ridden a horse?”

“No like in Barbie, duh.”

“Duh,” he repeated, eyes wide, shaking his head at her sass. “Ok, easy like you’re getting on a nervous horse.”

He let her try again and then the third time decided to more actively help her find her balance. She had her legs straight which would have sent her sailing onto her bum when the board when flying if Jungkook hadn’t been right there to catch her under the armpits. So he held her tight as she stepped onto the board the third time, and made her bend her knees, and then maneuvered her to help her find the right balance.

“Steady, steadyyyy,” he teased, slowly letting go of her.

Lily made a horse whinnying noise and promptly fell off. He didn’t manage to catch her this time. For a brief moment he watched her waver between whether she thought this was funny or not, but she decided it was ok and popped back up. 

They tried it again and this time Lily could hold steady enough that he gave her a little nudge to get her rolling.

“Knees bent! Knees bent!” he encouraged, hands hovering around her as she wobbled. He hadn’t pushed the skateboard hard though and when it abruptly lost steam against a crack in the sidewalk, Lily pitched forward and he barely managed to catch her.

“Again!” Lily cheered as she spun her around and toed the skateboard back into place. Of course she thought flying was fun! Jungkook smiled and ignored the burning starting in his muscles at being so consistently tensed so as to keep her from eating shit.

They tried the routine several more times, each time Jungkook pushing her a little further and faster as she did her best to maintain balance. Gradually he moved his hands away from her, trusting her to hold steady.

“Shit,” he choked as that came back to bite him in the ass: Lily took a forward tumble, shooting the board back into his shins, which hurt like shit and also kept him from catching her in time. Knee pads and wrist guards clattered against the driveway as Lily let out an anguished cry. He scooped her up, checking for any major injuries as big tears rolled down her face, blue eyes the size of dinner plates.

“Anything hurt? Anything broken?” he demanded, looking her over. She sniffled and shook her head. “You didn’t bite your tongue or break a tooth or anything?”

“It was scary!” she sobbed and threw her arms around his neck.

“Ok. I know. Ok we don’t have to keep going, you did really well today. You were doing it!”

But Lily sobbed, “I want to do it all the way.”

“All the way what?”

“I want to do tricks!” she cried. “I want to go up the house.”

“Up the house?”

“Up the house and I do a flip.”

“No no,” he laughed. “Today we just go down the driveway. You have to skate a while before you can do tricks and not up the side of the house! We’d need to go to a skate park.”

“When?”

“Not today, Lilybear. We can be done now. Let’s go inside and–”

“But I only went this far!” she sobbed and held up her fingers an inch apart. 

“You… want to keep going?” It seemed untrue considering she was still crying, but she nodded and held her hand high to be lifted. So he picked her up to her feet. “Ok, well, high five! Let’s try again then!”

She was very brave with her little sniffles, wiping her face off and then complaining about the velcro that scratched her cheek. Jungkook got the skateboard set up again, helped her on, and then did it all again. Now that she’d had one fall, she was tense at first, but after a few minutes began to relax again and she started riding further. And further. And further until she reached more of the incline of their long driveway and gained speed. Jungkook had to jog to keep up and she shrieked with laughter, knees bent, hands out to catch herself.

“Go!” he shouted as he realized she was stable and might be able to ride the whole length. “Go go! You got this! Go!” He cheered in the distance as she rolled onwards, gaining speed but not wavering.

Only to scream, “HOW DO I STOP?!”

“Shit–”

He set off at a sprint and just barely managed to catch her off the board around the waist before she slammed into the garage door like a bird at the window.

“I did it!!” Lily shrieked as Jungkook spun her around, his own cheers bubbling around hers, “You did it! You did it!” He was proud of her, yes, especially for getting back onto the skateboard after falling so many times, but also he was relieved as all fuck that she had suffered no major injuries. 

“Ah, watching you is really inspiring,” he told her through a double high-five. “You want to go again?”

“Nope! I’m all done,” she beamed at him.

“For today? Or forever?”

“I don’t know.”

“Ok,” he laughed, and scratched the back of his neck. “Well… I’m going to do one lap up and back, watching you board was so inspiring.”

“I know,” she grinned, though he suspected she didn’t know what that meant. But helping her for so long left him desperate for a cool, smooth ride. And maybe to show off a little too, convince her that it was cool and she should practice it more. He thought having a skateboarder daughter would be pretty cool.

He got a running start and tossed the board down, stepping onto it with ease, a muscle memory still in his balance and legs. The breeze through his hair was nice as he stretched his arms and rode up the long driveway, occasionally pushing off to get more speed through the slight incline. At the top he tried to do a little jump to spin around but he was rusty and just stepped heavily off the board but Lily couldn’t see him fuck it up from the far end of the driveway so that was ok.

He set off again, a little faster this time, gliding smoothly side to side, arms raised in a victorious pose as she cheered for him from the front door where she’d already stripped her guards off. 

Unfortunately, she opened the door. And Gidget, who had been kept inside so as not to “helpfully” knock Lily over during her lesson came sprinting directly towards Jungkook. He zipped to the side to avoid running over her, but he had miscalculated how close to the edge of the driveway he was. 

The right wheels sank into the narrow space between concrete and grass and Jungkook pitched forward, frantically lowering his arms to catch himself. He landed hard on his left side, barely biting back a curse as Gidget leapt over him as if trying to smother him and finish the job.

He rolled onto his back and hissed at the burning sensation on his leg and arm, scowling and ordering, “Get off, Gidget. Down girl, stop!”

“Daddy!” Lily’s scream hadn’t registered with Jungkook as he ate shit but now her voice cut through as she sprinted over to him. He held Gidget’s collar with one hand and gingerly inspected his arm and knee with the other.

“Oh no you scraped your knee!” Lily gasped. His elbow too, both scratched raw like he hadn’t done in probably a decade, not since he played soccer. Honestly, maybe not this bad since he was a kid. He felt exactly like a six-year-old as Lily, now the adult, crouched over him and grimaced in sympathy.

“Dad.”

“Yeah, Lil?”

“You’re supposed to wear a helmet! What if you hit your head? You got hurt so bad! Where are your knee pads?!”

Jungkook made a face and sighed, “I don’t even own kneepads… I thought I’d be ok…”

“Safety first! Are you even wearing sunscreen?!”

Jungkook’s scowl grew all the way into a pout as he looked to the side and let Gidget go and sighed, “... No.”

“I know just what to do. We need our first aid kit. I’m not allowed to touch it but it’s under the sink so you can get it and um… I’ll hold your hand while you put a bandaid on it because I don’t think I’m allowed to touch blood and I don’t want to look at it anymore,” she said, full transparency, her gaze repeatedly jerking away from the bloody scrapes. “Maybe we should call Mom. I don’t ever want to look at your owie again.”

“We don’t need to call Mom.”

“It’s a lot of blood.”

It hurt, but her concern made him chuckle as he assured her, “It’s not as bad as it looks. Come on, help me walk into the house.”

“Did you break your bones?! Maybe you’re too old to skateboard!”

“Lily! I’m not that old!”

“No more skateboarding unless you have all the pads.”

“But–”

“It’s the rule,” she reminded him, exactly what he had said to her that morning when she had first complained that the elbow and wrist pads were uncomfortable. Damnit. 

“Ok ok. I won’t argue with you right now. Let’s get me cleaned up… but I looked pretty cool before I crashed, right? You saw?”

“I saw you rolling.”

“It’s called boarding.”

“Did you do a trick? I was taking my pads off.”

“No, I didn’t do a trick, I just… boarded good…” 

Lily just blinked at him. Jungkook let out a noisy sigh and lay back in the grass, surrendering to Gidget’s licks around his neck and chin.

“You boarded good! Now you need a bandaid and I need a snack,” Lily assured him. Jungkook heaved himself to his feet, wincing at the sting of the scrapes, and the two skaters called it a day and went for juice and cookies and a whole lotta Frozen bandaids.

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[meandmypagancrew]

Don't ask me questions about how, but I saw the Death Note Musical Concert, and I'm happy to answer any additional questions anyone has but here are my just initial notes and thoughts

-They added real characterization for Ryuk, particularly with Rem, where it actually feels like he cares about her and she was his only friend and like part of the reason why he killed Light instead of just going back to the shinigami world and letting him do whatever he wanted was because he blackmailed his only friend into killling herself

-They cut the first verse of The Way It Ends, which I'm upset about because it was legitimately one of my favorite parts of the entire score and upped the tempo for the rest of the song

-Occasionally, Rem would be standing in light that would make her white hair have a pink tint, which, if I was the lighting director I would avoid at all costs, given what Aimie's most famous role is, but... I'm not the lighting director, so...

-My brother, who also has seen it, said that he felt like none of the actors had actually seen the anime or read the manga, and that it felt like it was just characters with the same names as opposed to actually being the same characters

-They gave Sayu a way larger role than I was expecting, which, as a younger sister, I strongly approve of

-I thought everyone did a great job but I would definitely be interested in seeing the new Ryuk, Misa, and the alternate L as well

-Once Ryuk writes Light's name, there is an audible ticking sound. I timed it and it's 50 seconds, which is a bit disappointing because otherwise they were so good at following their rules.

-That said, though, Light's pathetic sniveling reprise of Hurricane as he's dying while Ryuk laughs at him was fantastic and 'You may kill like a god, but in the end? You die like a human. Without consequence. Without meaning. And that is the most boring thing of all." being the final spoken words of the musical, especially as Pascal delivered them? Loved it.

-I liked it but it definitely feels like there's a lot of room for additional work if they're planning a proper, sit down production or tour

Those are just my inital thoughts but like I said, feel free to drop me an ask if you have any questions ABOUT THE SHOW. I AM NOT ANSWERING QUESTIONS ABOUT HOW I SAW IT.

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[californiablog2]

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I LITTETLY THINK THEYRE FUCKING FACIST AND SPEAK SPANISH AND THEYRE SEXUAL PREDATORS ANS SHOULD BE FUCKING KILLED

kill the fucking spanish speakers im not as fucking facist like them in town

kill trhe spanish speakers in town theyre stupid facist theyr not just jnoking with the swatzuika or making racist jokes

fuck that theyre retarded sexual predator faggot gay satanic pervert facists kill people in town even people they know that speak english if they wqanna be freinds with evil fucking spanishg speakers kill them or torutere them dont fucking play with them dont be faggots with them

kill spanihs spaekrs in town theyre facist fucking kill them or fucking torture them in town they want to act like these people killl those spanihs epakers and kill their freinds and kill their families kill adults over 18