#forgive me for any spelling errors. it's after 3am

[icefire149]

Happy Birthday Dean Winchester!!! 

I wanted to write a little something and this ended up spiraling into something longer than I planned.  (2,231 words) (Also please forgive me for any spelling errors. It’s after 3am) Enjoy!~

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For Dean, the weeks and months following Chuck’s defeat went by in a dizzying, unrecognizable blur. Despite Sam and Eileen’s best efforts to take care of Dean, he spent the majority of his time buried deep in the bunker’s archive. A lot of the time Jack is with him.

There was an ache in his chest that feared what stupid things he might have done by now if the kid wasn’t right there. Helping him. Talking to him. Actually getting to bond with him without Chuck’s interference. It was the one good thing in this fucked up situation right now.

So far their search for anything about the Empty was a disaster. There was virtually nothing. More and more often Jack would apologize. With his new position as God, yes, he could make a doorway into the Empty. That much they did know for a fact. But could he put them to sleep? Could he kill them? What would be the consequences of that?

The only other thing that they knew for certain was that the Empty could claw their way into Heaven and tear it all down. That was the only thing that was keeping Jack from snapping his fingers and restoring Cas right then and there.

It was tearing them both apart, but regardless, they continued their search.

Today, Dean opened his eyes and rolled onto his back. It was his birthday. Most years he spent it like any other normal day, but this one….after the Mrs. Butters incident…Sam and him had decided they should be throwing real celebrations. It was one thing when they were living out of motel rooms and the impala. It was completely understandable. But now they have a permanent home. So why not?

He knew now why not…..there was no point in celebrating a man that’s only half here.

Dean closed his eyes and willed himself to sleep the day away. He didn’t realize that he had fallen back asleep until he was startled awake by a pounding on his bedroom door. He shot up to a sitting position in bed, chest pounding and eyes wide with fear. It was a moment before he realized that he was in his room and not….

“Hey Dean? You up yet?”

His heart rate was still slowing, but he recognized the voice. Sam.

“I’m awake now. What’d you want?”

“Lunch is ready. I figured you’d wanna eat by now.”

“Fine. Be up soon.”

When Dean was dressed and ready as he would ever be, he opened his bedroom door. He stood there blinking in confusion for several moments. There were balloons tied to the doors of every room down the hallway.

His stomach twisted uncomfortably as he followed the balloons into the kitchen where the party decorations looked like they threw up. There was a happy birthday banner over the kitchen doorway and balloons….so many goddamn balloons everywhere.

“Surprise!” Jack popped up out of his chair and crossed the kitchen to hug him. “Sam let me decorate for your birthday. He told me I had to contain it to one room though.”

Jack took a step back with a look of concern. “Is that okay?”

“What about the hallway?”

Jack’s eyebrows furrowed. “A hallway by definition isn’t a room.”

That set Dean off in a fit of belly deep laughter. He slapped a reassuring hand onto Jack’s shoulder. “You did awesome kid.”

Jack’s mouth pulled into a beaming smile. He went back to where he was sitting, and Sam came into the kitchen.

“Good. I didn’t think you were ever getting up.”

“Yeah. Yeah. Good to see your face too, Sammy.”

Sam rolled his eyes and started pulling plates out. Dean went and sat by Jack.

“So what’s for lunch? I’m not seeing anything.”

Sam brought the plates over. “Well, you slept through the pancakes Jack helped me make this morning. Eileen should be here any minute with lunch.”

Dean shot Jack a look. “Sorry kid.”

“It’s okay. They were really good.”

“What’s Eileen bringing?” Dean turned his attention to Sam, but before he could answer Eileen came walking through the door.

“I hope everyone’s hungry.” She placed a stack of three white boxes on the table.

The familiar bakery smell hit him instantly. He pointed at the boxes. “Is that?”

Eileen grinned and crossed her arms. “Sam told me you liked pie.”

“Thank you, you majestic, wonderful being.” He turned his gaze to Sam. “You better marry her.”

That got Eileen laughing while Sam ran a hand through his hair, embarrassed.

Dean grinned and made eye contact with Eileen. “I’m so sorry, I know you can do so much better than Sam too.”

She laughed again, and then her mouth curled into a teasing smile. “I know, Dean. I know.”

“OKAY.” Sam clapped his hands together. “Can we move on from the embarrassing Sam portion of today?”

They eventually did. For a long time the three of them sat in the kitchen laughing, telling stories, and eating way too much pie. At one point Sam handed a big gift bag to Dean.

“It’s…from Jack and I.” Sam sounded unsure.

“I hope you like it,” Jack added.

Dean opened it to find several wrapped in tissue paper objects. Soon enough he found out that they were all various framed pictures. Silently, he spread them all out over the table so he could stare at them all.

There were pictures going back a decade. Easily. There were so many smiles and glares and candid shots. Fuck they were all so young looking.

Charlie in her Queen of Moondoor costume. Mom with a bowl of popcorn. Kevin and Sam asleep surrounded by piles of books. Claire on her 18th birthday with the ugly stuffed cat doll. Rowena moments before she hexed the camera. Jack looking amazed at the giant multi-scoop ice cream cone Dean bought him against Sam’s wishes. Kevin and Linda at Garth’s safe-houseboat. Dean, Sam, and Bobby at one of the cabins fishing. The hectic attempt at a family photo from Jody’s. Garth and his family. And Cas…..there were so many just of Cas or ones with him present or ones of just the two of them.

Sam coughed awkwardly. “I know you’ve been saying for a couple years now that you wanted to start printing some of the pictures we’ve been dumping onto one of the old laptops. So I thought….”

“Thank you, Sammy.” He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the pictures. Especially the candid he’d never seen before. It was of him and Cas leaning against the side of the impala, completely lost in their own bubble of conversation. Dean felt like there was a cinder block dropped into his stomach. “You did good.”

And he meant it. Still, it hurt to remember everyone he lost.

“Oh, I think you missed one,” Jack said poking at the bag.

He was right, Dean realized when he reached a hand in and pulled out a smaller wrapped frame.

Sam laughed. “I forgot about that one.”

Dean opened it and burst into uncontrollable laughter. It was a picture from his mark of cain days of him and Crowley in matching cowboy hats. As much as he didn’t want to remember those days, he still couldn’t bring himself to delete the picture. “I miss that dumb son of a bitch.”

“Hey!” Sam chimed in. “That’s insulting to Rowena.”

That had Dean laughing again. “Well, she can take a number kicking my ass. You know the moment Cas sees this he’s gonna use it and me as his personal dartboard.”

The words slipped out before he could even process it. Sam’s smile faded. Dean’s laughter turned into crying. No one said anything while Dean fought to compose himself. He was grateful for that.

When Dean’s face was dry and he dared lift his head up, Jack asked him about the people in the photos.  And that’s how they spent the rest of the afternoon. It was hard to imagine his life without Jack being present somewhere so he was happy to indulge the technically toddler in what the people in the pictures were like. All the stories Dean could pull from his memory. It hurt initially, but after a while he felt lighter.

Later that day Dean was taking a break in his room when Sam peeked in the ajar door. “What’d you need, Sam?”

“I-uh…” He stepped into the room. A neatly wrapped in green box with a card on top was in his hands. “I have one last thing to give you.”

Dean raised an eyebrow. “Not that I don’t appreciate it, but isn’t another present going overboard? What gives?”

“It’s not from me.”

“Oh. Hand it here then.” Excited, Dean sat on the edge of his bed and held his hands out.

Sam stepped forward, but he didn’t hand the box over. “It’s from Cas.”

Dean’s hands fell down, and Sam was happy he waited. “What’s in the box?”

Sam placed it on the bed next to Dean. He shrugged. “I don’t know. He asked me quite a while ago to hang onto it.” Sam rubbed the back of his neck. “I figure he thought you’d be least likely to find it if it was in my room.”

Dean cracked a small smile at that. His chest felt like it split open just to ache again. He knew why Cas asked Sam to hold onto it. “Thanks Sammy.”

Sam left the room, closing the door behind him. It took a while before Dean could muster up the courage to open the card.

His hands shook as he pulled the folded over pieces of paper out of the envelope. Turns out instead of a generic store bought card, Cas wrote him a letter. It was a bittersweet sight. Despite how devastated he normally felt whenever he thought about Cas, he was good seeing his handwriting. In his hands was actually a new message from Cas. A message from Cas to him!

Happy Birthday Dean,

If you’re reading this then that means I failed. I wanted to burn this letter to ashes, but clearly I’m not there to do that. I’m so sorry, truly. I’m not sure what could have happened to bring us here, but I need to confess something important. I know you said no more deals when Jack died, but I still made a deal with the Empty anyways.

When I went to Heaven to bring Jack’s soul back to his body things didn’t go as planned. The Empty was furious Jack’s human half sent him to Heaven. It tore through Heaven like it was tissue paper. I did what I had to for Jack, and for Heaven. My life for his.

I don’t regret it. But the Empty did promise not to claim me until I gave myself permission to be truly happy. I’m still trying to puzzle out exactly what that could be. My family on Earth: Sam, Jack, and you - make me happy each and every day. I need you to remember that.

Please be safe and live a happy life. You are so loved by your friends and family. They need you for the next several decades. I mean it Dean. (I may have been curing you of liver and heart disease every year on your birthday. Well fixing to the best of my abilities the damage you keep causing on those poor organs.)

I hope you enjoy the present I picked out. Quite honestly, I got it because it made me laugh.

I miss you.

Castiel

Dean felt like a tangled mess of emotions. He needed to remember to breathe. Minutes later he carefully tore open the green wrapping paper. Curiosity poked at him. With Cas’ odd sense of humor, it could have been anything in the box.

Under the wrapping paper was a generic cardboard box, but inside were a handful of new cassette tapes. Dean fell over to be laying on his side. Laughing happily for quite a while, he studied each and every tape. They were all cassettes of modern music, specifically the pop artists Cas loved so much. The ones Dean used to tease Cas about while they’d be out on long drives.

He immediately knew which memory Cas was thinking of when he planned this. Dean remembered they were in the impala and Cas wasn’t in the mood for any of Dean’s old tapes. He teased that anything that came out after cassette tapes wasn’t real music. And only real music got to play in the impala.

Closing his eyes, Dean could picture the smug look Cas would be wearing right now. Tears started bubbling free from his eyelids. God he missed Cas with every ounce of his being.

A while later Dean got up and left his room, taking the tapes with him. He went for a long drive circling the neighboring towns while he worked through several of the tapes. If he relaxed enough, he could almost imagine Cas sitting in the front seat next to him, mumbling along to the lyrics of the songs he liked most.

Dean vowed that this time next year things would be different. He was owed a birthday wish and this was it: next year he’d be somewhere warm with his toes buried in the sand, and he’d have Sam, Eileen, Jack, and Cas with him.

#spn #supernatural #dean winchester #destiel #my writing #save #i hope y'all enjoy this #forgive me for any spelling errors. it's after 3am

[theshylittleelfgirl]

Whew! this idea has been in my noggin for a while now and i finally had the brain power to actually write it! Horaaay for BIG BRAIN! If you liked this story please be sure to leave a comment to let me know if i should continue it or if you liked it, There's going to be some spelling errors i pray that you forgive that! It is awfully late here and my brain is fried right now lol 

I added a little bit more to the story not much, It was really bothering me so i fixed it! Part 2 will be coming soon :D

Enjoy!❤

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I was sitting in Levi's office reading a book on his couch, I have finished my daily routine, I decided to spend my free time with levi.

But that short fucker was To busy doing paperwork.

We haven't had sex in like a year....A Year!

I was always trying to get him in the mood, running my fingers up his sides in the morning trying to make my intentions clearer, but apparently he got all huffy and said 'Quit pestering me brat, I'm trying to sleep here.' and then he would roll back on his side facing away from me.

'What a rude shithead' i huffed.

Then an idea popped in my head, it was getting pretty late maybe just maybe we can have sex and fall asleep cuddling, It would usually help the both of us relax after a long day.

"Hey levi?" i said in an innocent voice.

"What?" he said irritated he looked up at me briefly then back down at his paperwork.

I strutted over to him standing behind his chair massaging his shoulders unbuttoning the top of his shirt ghosting my fingers over his collarbone. "I'm going to get ready for bed, why don't you join me?" i whispered seductively into his ear. "Maybe i can show you how flexible i've become." i nipped his earlobe.

"No, I can't leave this paperwork you go ahead and lay down." his face remained stoic not phased in the slightest.

I growled and stood in front of his desk slamming my hands down but not getting his attention what so ever "All you ever do is paperwork levi! i get its part of your job but fuck! we haven't had sex in a year, A Fucking Year Levi! i've tried everything to get your attention but you continuously refuse my advances, What do i have to do? Write "Fuck Me" on my forehead to get your attention?" i panted after my rant my face red with anger.

He finally looked at me for the first time this night his icy glare pierced through me like a dagger. "If all you want to do is spread your legs then your not fit to be in the scouts, You want to be fucked so bad? then go find someone else to do the job, I got priorities to attend to and you aren't one of them, Now shut the fuck up and leave me the hell alone!" he snarls when he was met with silence only then did he realize he fucked up, "Y/n, I-i.." he couldn't muster up the courage to apologize for his shitty words.

Hair fell in front of my eyes "If that's what you really think of me then i think our relationship is officially over Captain, I won't bother you ever again." i went into 'our' room grabbing a bag i began stuffing my belongings toiletries,clothes,drawings into said bag. He heard the dresser jores being opened and closed 'Shit! she's going to leave! do something moron!' he jumped out of his chair rushing into the room and saw me packing my things. "Y/n, baby, Wait please i didn't mean what i said i swear, I'm just stressed that's all." he tried placing a hand on my shoulder i shrugged it off. "Don't." i said darkly "Don't fucking touch me." once my things were packed i swung my bag on my shoulder walking right past him not sparing him a glance.

I reached the door i felt him grab my arm i halted my movements. "Please don't do this." he begged.

I ripped my arm out of his grip "I hope your paperwork can keep you warm at night, Captain, because i won't be anymore, Asshole." i opened the door slowly shutting it not wanting to wake up the other soldiers.

I walked the dark halls trying to find hanji's room 'I should of brought a lantern with me.' once i knew i was far enough away from levi's room i slid down a wall it was only then that his words started to sink in 'Asshole...what a fuckin asshole! Mikasa warned me about him why didn't i listen to her? god i'm so stupid.' i laid my bag beside me hugging my knee's to my chest i sighed 'I tried so hard to see his side on things, To understand his pain what he went through, Understanding how he was about as romantic as a cactus, His cleaning obsession's, I tried so hard for him.' I buried my face in my knee's silent tears fell down my face.

I began to sob 'Why would he say something so fucking cruel?!' hugging my knee's tighter i began to shake.

"Y/n?" he deep masculine voice echoed in the halls.

I looked up to see a bright orange light illuminate a tall manly figure then i looked up to their face.

"Erwin?" my voice cracked

"Y/n, What happened? your eyes are almost swollen shut." he kneeled in front of me.

"Levi he....he." tears began to pour from my eyes. "He hates me, He thinks i'm some kind of whore who will spread her legs openly for any man, He told me i wasn't fit for the scouts, that i'm basically a burden on him." i sobbed into my hands shaking even harder.

Erwin sighs "Levi has always had a sharp tongue sometimes he doesn't think things through clearly." he looked to your side and noticed a bag. "You have no where to sleep, Why don't you come into my office and you can take my bed i'll take the couch, How does that sound?" he gently placed a hand on your shoulder.

I looked up at him tears still falling from my eyes. "I'm not going to kick you out of your own room Erwin, i wouldn't feel right doing that to you." you looked away embarrassed that the commander saw you in this state, but he's seen me like this countless times he and i were friends after all we would share our burdens over a glass of whiskey once in a while.

He took my small hands into his calloused ones and squeezed them reassuringly "I have no problem with sleeping on the couch, I hardly ever use the bed anyways, So you wouldn't be taking anything away from me." he smiled gently.

I looked into his calm ocean eyes i hesitated for a minute but nodded "Okay, i will if it's truly no problem." sighing knowing there was no arguing with him.

"Its settled then, Lets get you to bed, You must be exhausted." He let go of my hands and stood up he lent his hand to me, I took it and he helped me stand noticing my tear stained cheeks he reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a handkerchief he offered it to me.

I took it from him and gently began dabbing the soft fabric on my eyes and cheeks, I offered it back to him and he held up his hand "Keep it, You need it more then i do, Besides i have a million of those things in my dresser." he chuckled picking up the lantern.

A small smile formed on my lips i nodded stuffing the handkerchief into my pocket.

"Shall we then? you'll catch your death in this cold hallway." he inclined his head in the direction of his room/office.

I reached down and grabbed my bag off of the floor slinging it over my shoulder once more.

"Lets go." i simply said erwin began walking down the dark hallways if it wasn't for his lantern lighting the way i would of been lost forever in these damnable stone hallways.

"If you don't mind me asking, Why was he being so harsh this time? not that i'm excusing those awful untrue things he said." eyes glued to the steps in front of him.

I looked away from his back my voice deeply saddens. "I just wanted him to come to bed and relax with me, I'm sorry if this is to much info but we always made love and then we would cuddle afterwards whenever he was stressed and he was extremely stressed tonight, so i offered to help him relax and that's when he..." i choked down my sob breathing rapidly.

"E-erwin do you think he's...?" i couldn't finish the words 'Would he stoop so low that he would cheat on me? Am i not enough for him anymore? does he take me for a woman who would sleep around with other men? Why would he say those horrible things to me? What have i done wrong other then try to love him flaws and all?' a million thoughts ran through my mind, i felt a weight on my head i looked up to see erwin looking at me sadly he ruffled my hair.

"No, Levi is definitely not the type to run around, He really loves you y/n, I bet he feels absolutely awful for what he said and i imagine he's beating himself up over it, Levi is a tough person to get along with but you have dedicated your heart and soul to him, He wouldn't throw that away just for some random woman, Not only are you the bravest most loyal soldier your the most kindest caring person as well, That's a rare thing in these times, He's lucky to have someone like you y/n." he took his hand away so he could look into my eyes.

I began to tear up again. "His words cut me deep erwin, I don't know when or if i'll ever forgive him, his hurtful words are still fresh in my mind, But i do appreciate what you said to me, That's probably the nicest thing i have heard in a while." i smiled through the tears.

He nods. "Its going to take some time for you to heal and that's completely understandable, You are more then welcome to stay in my room for as long as you want to, But if you ever feel uncomfortable, Hanji isn't that far from where i am, She would more then welcome you to stay, Just be prepared to be interrogated she doesn't give up easily." he sighs

"I'm fully aware." I giggled a little taking the handkerchief dabbing my eyes again.

He smiled and began walking again i followed him looking back into the dark hallway wondering what he's doing right now, i sighed directing my head towards the back of the commander.

Unbeknownst to you, Levi lingered behind one of the archways (is that what they call it? its 3am give me a break lol) listening in on yours and erwins chat.

He clenched his hands into a tight fist knuckles whitening. "I fucked up, Now eyebrows is going to take her away from me, I'm such a fool." he ran his fingers through his hair.

"I have to fix this, No, I Need to fix this, But how? i'm clearly shit at my words." he sighed

"Maybe hanji can help?" he started to feel hopeful, he was either desperate or crazy to even consider help from the mad scientist, Definitely crazy.

With his mind made up, He pushed off the archway(?) looking at that orange light fade away into the darkness once more he turned away and began walking back to his room.

"Please don't give up on me y/n." he pleaded.

To Be Continued.

#levi ackerman #levi x reader #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #levi attack on titan #angst #romance #comfort #jealousy

[toukatan]

Protective Eren hcs?

for eremika right?? because that’s what i did here whdjwbs so i didn’t know where my mind was going with this but i went modern au go canon but not canon but canon au?? but enjoy!

eremika - protective eren headcanons!

🗝🧣✨

modern au

if eren is uncomfortable with a certain situation he’d simply grab mikasas hand and lead her away somewhere else

and when he’s far enough away from the issue he’d suddenly rant and mikasas just quietly listens and laughs to herself when she was cool with whatever it was while eren just bursts

eren stands in front of mikasa when he ain’t having it with people. arms crossed probably and flicking his eyes to her and back at the person and she knows exactly what he’s thinking

eren has a hand on a certain body part of mikasa’s when he’s protective: standing up, hands interlocked or on her waist / sitting down hand upon thigh

if eren catches someone checking out mikasa he immediately starts staring at them. and when they look to find erens eyes you best believe his eyes are glowing mad

okay but what if protective eren turned into affectionate eren like you know after catching someone check her out he just wants random affection so he’d just back hug her while walking??? (idk might need to do an affectionate eremika hc list qhjdhwvs)

he doesn’t like letting mikasa walk alone at night, so he’s the lowkey gentleman he is and is by her side when taking her home

eren getting ready go square up to anyone that bluntly flirts with mikasa in front of him

snk world but not really but i don’t know how to name this category??

chapter 50 eren is protective eren periodt so y’all know what’s good!

eren calling for her name when seeing an enemie behind her

he’s sleeve grabbing and pulling mikasa back if he senses danger and she’s heading right to it

‘hey, don’t get hurt’ - ‘i’ll see you later okay?’ - ‘comeback in one piece’

eren telling her to stay back if he thinks it’s too dangerous, not because she’s weak but maybe because he wants to protect her this time round

might as well add in it’s basically because he doesn’t want her to get hurt but he doesn’t verbalise it

erens eyes are on mikasa to make sure he knows where she’s located, so he doesn’t hurt her again in his titan form

since they kept looking at one another last episode. you best believe if eren doesn’t like a person and they’re getting way too close to mikasa, he’s staring and doesn’t even know it

forgive me for any spelling or grammar errors it’s suddenly 3am and i didn’t even notice until now audhsjks headcanoning keeps me up at night but i love it, i hope you enjoyed!

#snk #eremika #headcanon #i have a possessive eren list too?? maybe i’d link it #to you if you’d like #cause that’s modern au and protective too?? #ooo i might just do it #HOPEFULLY YOU ENJOYED #ALWAYS HERE TO FEED Y’ALL! #💗💗 #replies #nitatalks

[gottaenjoythelittlethingzz]

sorry part II lastly, on my wip I usually finish writing about 3am; and dont proof it like I should. Just too tired. Often there are punctuation issues misspelling etc. Do you recommend posting it only after I clean it up. and get everything perfect "well nothing with me is ever perfect but close there to

(No worries!! Anything I can do to help!)

I totally relate to this. You might could find a few of my posts with the tag “late night writing” because I’m more active and less distracted at night. By all means continue writing at the time that you body and mind are most willing to write.

Again, stimming from your first ask, it’s all about how you personally want to run your blog.  I’ve yet to share chapters or full/immersive excerpts because I’m stuck in an editing loop of the first two chapters. I’m sure the tenses are still not 100% concrete all the way through.

But if you’re confident in your writing ability and not an obsessive editor than it’s completely up to you when and how to start sharing your content. I will tell you that the more clean and well organized you are the more readers you will earn. Tumblr can be screwy sometimes (or all the time. One of my posts its bugged and I can not edit it or link it on other posts), and the easier you make it for people to find your works the more they will be willing to look into your content. The same can be said for the writing itself. The cleaner it is, the less spelling or grammatical errors present, the more readers you will obtain.

If it’s fanfiction or short stories, people can be rather forgiving. But the longer the work, the more consistent you will want your work to be. I’m holding off one sharing for two reasons: 1. It will be months in between updates and I don’t want people to lose interests and 2. I’m trying really hard to make every scene, every line consistent and as “perfect” as it can possibly be.

Now, it is true that nothing will ever be perfect. The more you work on something the better it becomes, but it can never truly be perfect and the first or second draft is never as bad as we first make it out to be. If you state that what you are posting is the first or rough draft and you post it knowing you have intentions of improving it later your readers will be a little more forgiving. 

The main thing is being confident in your writing and being proud of the work you’ve done. If you can achieve that than you can post anything whether its the first or last draft. And posting your writing process will give you a virtual catalog to look back on and remember where you started and see how far you’ve come. This alone may be worth the effort.

Whatever your decision, make sure you’re happy with it and remember you are posting for you first and foremost!

(Thanks for the asks! I hope you find anything useful in these rambling posts. I wish you the best of luck. Go out there, create, and have fun. And stop by any time if you ever have any more questions or need some encouragement. ~Nevada)

#writeblr #asnwered #Writing tips #writing adivce #just writeblr things #writeblrs #writers on tumblr

[lackadaisical-pottymouth]

@desfraisespartout WHAT HAVE YOU DONE ITS 3AM IM SUPPOSED TO BE SLEEPING

Forgive any spelling errors bc, like I said, it's three in the darn morning and Sara's idea heckin woke me from the sleeping world

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Rei wouldn't have said he knew Eishi. Not really, no. They'd worked, what, a couple years together? Had been roommates since the last autumn, too. Surprises came every day.

But he knew enough to say with certainty that he would be the death of him.

In his mind it played out like this: An aged Rei would be wearing the silk robe he'd splurged on. His face would have the slightest dust of facial hair on top of ridges the years had gifted him. He'd leave his room in a disoriented fit while lightning crackled outside. It would be cold, too cold. Seeking warmth he'd make for the cabinet that held all the extra towels, foolishly not turning on the lights because of his own pride.

He'd courageously scale the ladder they kept near it and reach for the oddly already toasty blankets. But just as he began the downward scale there'd be a scream of lightning, another gasp of wind.

The sound of footsteps where there had been none.

He would freeze, petrified.

And then, in the distance, there'd be a pair of glowing eyes. His disoriented state would be unable to tell the lumbering form of his canine comrade, the same way Gevaudan would be unable to navigate properly in the lowlight. They would collide. He would fall, landing on his head, sealing his fate.

In his dying moments there'd be the pad of feet as he feebly signalled Gevaudan to get... Eishi... He'd know what to do. His vision would be blurry, so blurry, but he'd fight for consciousness.

But Gevaudan would stay put, agonizingly so. And the footsteps would grow louder as his focus grew more muddled. His last conscious vision would be of Eishi scratching the fluffy beasts chin. Good boy, he'd say, taking a swig from a probably-sentimental wineglass.

And then there'd be fire. Probably.

(Image courtesy of late night insomnia. Theatrics by an indulging hardass of a friend, who entertained the tangent and offered critique. Starring actual Demon Gevaudan.)

But needless to say he hadn't been expecting death by embarrasment. Or the chameleon grin that stole across Eishi Karasuma's face as his brain chose the precise moment to stop processing English. Or the mess of liquid that puddled on the floor from the side of the table.

Thirteen other people in the room and Rei knew he was screwed the minute the first syllable had crossed his lips.

"Oh damn," one of Marilyn's people flustered, wiping futily at the trail that had stained his pant leg, "of all the things. My bad dude."

And he'd not thought anything of it as he waved his hand and said, "Nah it's fine, just hand me a Terry and I'll be solid."

But then he froze. And the words replayed in his head. And his eyes locked on where Eishi had been speaking with Marilyn and even if the intern thought nothing of it he knew he wouldn't be able to play it off because Eishi. Was. Smiling. And it was like some message had passed between them that let him know he. Knew.

"Rei? Mr. Sagisawa?"

He blinked back at the intern, who stared at him like he'd grown a second head. "I just need an, uh," but the word escaped him. The French equivalent bounced in there, traded pleasantries with the recollection some other version. But the proper English term remained absent.

In its place as guest of honor stood the damned Eishi Karasuma version.

Now came a small ocean of emotions from amusement to shock to the realization that the little name joke was part of the longest most conveluted plot in his small segment of history.

They raged together as the word eluded him and it was so frustrating because Terry was another word for cloth and it worked. But Terry was also the name it'd been rechristened at home as part of the spite campaign that he'd thought had turned inside joke. Along with the Jackson's and the Marie's and the Ava's and the other bits of utensil and furniture that had donned new names as unfortunate collateral.

But, right.

"I need a T--" (the cough covered his shattered pride) "terry!" He said brightly, after what would've been seconds but could've been years. And he was already rising to get it himself when a faded yellow fabric materialised in his field of vision.

Behind him, the intern gushed her thanks. "Thank you so much Eishi!" She said, reaching for the fabric and somehow unaware of the incredible smarm hidden behind passive eyebrows.

A moment passed and Eishi's lips quirked into the mime of a phrase he'd almost forgotten. But when he looked again, it was as if it had never been there.

Eishi shrugged, made some comment about getting a baggie to put the now destroyed napkins in, and left memories conjuring in Rei's head.

Months prior, with some kind of plot splattering on the screen in Technicolor. The couch empty because it was quite frankly an atrocity to sit on, and in the act of being replaced.

He couldn't even remember the context that well! All he remembered was the echo of his voice. The tease in his tone as he scrolled on his tablet. "These things have names, Mr. Karasuma."

And when the seats had arrived he'd been mildly amused when Eishi had called it the 'Amelia', the words still present, but mostly faded. From there it had spread, a game of names that most times Eishi won (there was a reason the dog was Gevaudan and not something sensible).

"These things have names, Mr. Sagisawa."

He couldn't even be mad.

#sara. sara you loveley bean #ive had some measure of this idea all day since you sent the message but im so tired #its terrible but WHATEVS i REGRET NOTHING #this is all on mobile does it even have a rmore functiom

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2018-03(MAR)-Sunday-18th--(day into late afternoon)---some NEWS bits---and--unlicensed motorbike all day at this hellhole on the roads.

2018-03(MAR)-Sunday-18th--(day into late afternoon)---some NEWS bits---and--unlicensed motorbike all day at this hellhole on the roads.

Firstly, all for the 3rd month of this year (March), I've been accidently heading it as the 2nd month (Feb). - I've seen the mistake and have fixed the errors atmy end but I've left things as they are online. - Who cares anyway, nobody gives a shit or reads anything I ever post..ever, least of all dear Fliss. - And that's how it'll be when I'm dead too.

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2 abo's (not wearing any helmets because they don't give a shit anymore, let alone about being seen andor filmed/photographed or caught by Police) on a small unlicensed minibike that CAN NOT be licensed for ANY road use in any case, its been tearing up and along all the roads of Koongamia and Bellevue and shoving its way through the criminals pedestrian walkway at the end of Kalara Road into Bellevue as they have done so for YEARS AND YEARS......

Nobody gives a shit anymore let alone Police or authorities who are feckless about it all.

And I forecasted that motorbike shit to be going on long before......not because I'm any bullshit 'seer' or anything, only just because of past experience over so many year of this shitty hellhole since the criminals have been handed free reign to do whatever the hell they want.

And they of course drive over road and onto the Koongamia school property and oval areas. They don't give a shit. Nobody does. And it's all got worse than its ever been before. And it's constant.

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There's been a dearth of visible abo's at fatguts criminal abo housheold and the other main abo criminal household across the road from there all day.

The usual thing is that they've stashed themseleves elsewhere temporarily, or have temporarily been 'living it up' at somebody elses place.

And Bellevue is also full of them and has plenty of boltholes to hide out in. (as is Swan View...and Midland.....) -- You wanna get a house and live there huh? - Don't say I didn't warn you.

Getting long shadows and into darkness now....so abo's and criminal abo's will be loose on the streets at will the other criminal dickheads.

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a get out of jail free card for life

Abo's just can claim that they are just 'mental' (deranged) with F.A.S.D. inherited from their constantly alcoholic 'mother' and they can use that ALL THEIR LIVES to justify ANYTHING they do. - Pretty handy eh?

And they can also use it to justify how VIOLENT they are and deranged. - Pretty handy eh?

Just like their 'fathers' and 'uncles' and 'mother' and 'aunties'......it's traditonal.......

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by the way, fetal = foetal, since Australian media has abandoned being normal and has fully gone over to stupid Americanisms and spellings in their USA text editing software along with all the other shit.

It's amazing everything Australian hasn't gone over 200% american with Australians calling 'water'...as 'wodder'.....calling 'solder' as 'sodder'......and calling the King, Donald Trump.....as mein Führer.....

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NEWS:----- Fetal alcohol spectrum disorder clinic wanted in Alice Springs amid misdiagnosis fears

http://www.abc.net.au/news/2018-02-18/foetal-alcohol-spectrum-disorder-going-undiagnosed-in-the-nt/9457724

Please read the article.

Forgive the 'darklings' when they steal from you, bash you up, kill your family or anything, and just do blanket crime wherever and however they like. - It's traditional dont'cha know.

And not so long ago Australian abo's were runnng rabid and frothing at the mouth in the steets of Australia in any media they could grab attention as they DEMANDED that they can do any booze no matter what because...they're (superior) abo's and should not be exempted from doing or prvented fro having anything......... - And then see what reality has been showing and still keeps showing...... so......is F.A.S.D. traditional too is it?

As if the world hasn't got enough arseholes already.....

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Don't women know that they should just totally submit to criminal abo's? - That they would also then lend their trendy public social media total support for ANY of the poor criminals...who may or may not be deranged for life....even from F.A.S.D. shit, the forever excuse...forever.....

So, dear Fliss, imagine if YOU also had to confront and be smacked down with that shitty excuse after you had your own incident before I met you.......

You never did tell me what legally happened to them Fliss......

Like everything....you Fliss kept EVERYONE from knowing, even your closest friends who are still now totally willfully gleefully insanely ignorant of it all with you.....

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WA CRIMES:------ (ABO CRIMS)--- Kalgoorlie police investigate after two women cornered, assaulted in less than 24 hours

February 18 2018 - 3:05PM

http://www.watoday.com.au/wa-news/kalgoorlie-police-investigate-after-two-women-run-down-assaulted-in-less-than-24-hours-20180218-h0w9su.html

WA Police are investigating whether two separate incidents where women were cornered and assaulted in Kalgoorlie on the weekend are linked.

The first incident occurred at around 3am on Saturday morning, when a 37-year-old woman was walking home towards South Kalgoorlie.

She noticed a man was walking closely behind her, and as she turned down George Street and onto Lane Street, she broke into a run.

The man chased her down, and forced her to the ground.

He began dragging her across the pavement before a member of the public intervened.

The man fled from the scene, and the woman was later treated for lacerations and bruising.

Just 24 hours later, a 20-year-old woman was walking west along Great Eastern Highway at around 2.30am on Sunday morning.

She was approached by a man as she walked past a vacant block near Patroni Road, and he grabbed her.

He forced her to another vacant block between Centennial Park and the Kalgoorlie Shire offices and sexually assaulted her.

The woman was able to break free and ran from the scene.

She reported the matter to Kalgoorlie detectives, who are now examining whether the two incidents are linked.

In both incidents, the offender is described as being a dark skinned male from 20 to 40-years-old.

Police are asking anyone who may have seen or heard anything that can assist in these investigations to contact Crime Stoppers on 1800 333 000 or make a report online.

Police are particularly asking anyone with CCTV in these areas to come forward.

As a result of the two attacks, police have issued advice regarding personal safety tips:......

Stay alert and be aware of your surroundings at all times

Walk in well-lit and busy areas

Avoid walking close to overgrown bushes or trees where people could hide

Walk with a group or a friend wherever possible.

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You know what's REALLY STRANGE about the follwing NEWS report....when ANY NEWS now is being OVERLY SYCOPHANTIC TO CRIMINALS (especially to aboriginals now) in the NEWS it will call then 'boys'....but if they are not being OVERLY SYCOPHANTIC TO CRIMINALS and are just reporting the NEWS, they call them young men......

AND.....it's never been called a 'Pine Plantion'...it's always been called a 'Pine Forest'.......Fliss loved it there whenever we took our dear dogs in the past there for special trips for special occassions...it's cool in summer and dark and of course a place where its utterly quiet...eerily quiet.....

After I'm dead, I'll be with all our dogs in such cool quiet forests with all our dogs playing and never suffering again of this oh so absolute very shitty life.

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WA NEWS:---------- Teenagers 'dumped, set fire to rubbish' while pine plantation bushfire burned

http://www.watoday.com.au/wa-news/teenagers-who-dumped-set-fire-to-rubbish-while-pine-plantation-bushfire-burned-20180218-h0w9fp.html

February 18 2018 - 10:02AM

Two teenagers who dumped and set fire to a number of tyres and a lounge set in the middle of the Gnangara Pine Plantation have been arrested and charged by WA Police.

It's understood the two men went into the pine plantation at around 4.30pm on Thursday evening.

They dumped a number of car tyres and a lounge, and set fire to the rubbish.

At the same time, emergency services were preoccupied battling a bushfire just kilometres away from the dump site.

The men drove away, and firefighters were called.

They were able to extinguish the fire before it caused further damage, but the bushfire firefighters had originally been battling burned through over eight hectares of the plantation.

As a result of an investigation into the fire, a 17-year-old boy and 18-year-old boy have been charged with lighting a fire that was likely to injure or damage.

The 17-year-old will appear in Midland Magistrates Court on March 14, and the 18-year-old will appear on March 7.

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Even if you win Lotto and get your dream home by the waterside...you still cannot escape the shitheads......

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WA NEWS:--- Mandurah's ritzy residents want to block public access to waterfront homes

http://www.watoday.com.au/wa-news/mandurahs-ritzy-residents-want-to-block-public-access-to-waterfront-homes-20180218-h0w9qx.html

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I love YOU dear Fliss and SO VERY VERY MUCH want to be with YOU.