#fuck it yeah this is EFTS

[snowy-vee]

TUG: I can’t have my heart lookin’ stupid (2)

n/a: I am on the wost mental block, unable to write anything, so I've decided to just WRITE WHATEVER, so I may be posting One-shots and writing for the On-goings whenever inspo come at me, I was going to write some shower smut but maybe for the opening of next chapter. Also, I always forget of the taglists, so sorry, I'll try to remember better after this one

Chapter not revised

taglist; @littlegingerperson5 @lil-elliesgf @bready101 @lmaoo-spiderman @elliescoolerwife @girlrotterr @les4elliewilliams @ellseasp @elsgirll @mikellie

INDEX

You finally could rest in that desk after finishing all the work Professor Mendozal eft you, you sighed looking around the office. Yeah, time to go to your dorm and sleep, maybe cuddle with Ellie if she was down to it, of course cuddling as friends.

Because you and Ellie were friends before anything, you two should never forget that, even if it came with some benefits that had to be kept secret to the public for the good of friendships and relationships. Sometimes you felt bad about what you were doing but then she had her lips on yours and that was enough to shut those thoughts… and Daniel did not deserve to be hurt because he couldn’t make you cum, maybe one day he would stop moving his fingers in your clit as if he was a fucking DJ mixing the worst mix in the history of music.

“Hi” You said opening the door of the dorm, throwing your backpack in your bed and throwing yourself too leaving a frustrated huff. Ellie was sitting on her bed with her legs crossed typing in her laptop barely acknowledging you, it was normal when you entered the dorm tired and just screamed into the pillow or sigh heavily and then went silent for long seconds. “You’re doing homework?”

“Yeah”

“Oh, shit!” You suddenly kneel on your bed, opening your backpack and pulling out a brown bag. Ellie looks at the bag and opens her mouth surprised as you wave it.

“No way”

“Yes way” you said going to her bed and sitting on the edge as you gave the bag to her “I did a little stop and I saw the bakery you like, so I decided to buy the pastries you talk so much, you can see it as thank you”

She opens the bag taking out one and biting it, she closes her eyes and licks her lips. You chuckled at her reaction; she seemed so adorable to you. “This is like fifteen minutes away from your building, you are thanking me for what?”

“For that tongue of yours”

“I must be really good for you to spend money in this, very expensive for your wallet” you open your mouth wide muttering a long ‘wow’ with a hand on your chest, showing how offended you felt.

“This is what I get for being nice… now, for real, the notes you sent me for the class? Worked so fucking great, I almost had a brain orgasm”

“That doesn’t sound great, not something I want to experience”

“Trust me, you do…” you chuckled looking over her desk, there was clothes neatly folded in the chair and her “special shoes” (meaning she only wore them once in a blue moon) were out of their box “You’re going out tonight? Where? A good party? I wanna go!”

“Uh, something like that, I guess” she scratched the back of her neck and smiled weirdly “It’s my anniversary with Cat”

“Ew- I mean, amazing! That’s so… coupley of you two ¡Go lesbians! or whatever”

Ellie stared at you for a long minute tilting her head before she talked again. “Okay, what the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Nothing, just being supportive” You got up from the bed and went to check the clothes to see what the outfit was “Oh, god, I could be supportive helping you not look like your everyday ¿What the hell is this? ¿Are this the same jeans you wore yesterday?”

“I look good in those!” Ellie got up leaving the pastries in her night stand and snatching the pants from your hand.

“Never said you didn’t” You raised your hands in a gesture of peace. “What I’m saying is that you let me help picking you a good fit to impress Cat in your anniversary, come on, don’t let romance die, you guys are so cute and-”

“Will you stop talking if I say yes?”

You nodded energetically clapping once as you turned around and open the doors of her wardrobe. Ellie sighed defeated as she went back to her bed and kept working a little bit more until you could find something worthy, it’s not like she didn’t had good clothes, it’s just that her style was very plain and casual but it look great on her, she did not care that much, now if we talked about shoes… Ellie was a sneaker head, at least one in making, half of her paycheck or allowance went on some new shoes and she started telling you every detail and why it was so different from the other one she got last month, you couldn’t care less but you liked how she expressed herself so you listened to every word and sometimes found yourself spitting some random fact to someone that you learned from her about it.

In less than 30 minutes you had something “Try this on!”

You threw the clothes at her landing poorly on the floor next to the bed, she again gave you that look but huffed taking off her tank top, she had no underwear and you were shamelessly looking at her tits as she put on the shirt and started buttoning it up. There was no way you were dolling her up to go on a date with a Cat and you were going to be locked up in the room celibate mode, that sounded frustrating.

“Not bad, actually” Ellie looked at her reflection in the mirror, nodding slowly as she checked herself.

The clothes fit her so good and the new haircut she got days ago made her look 100% better, you were smiling through the pain of not being able to rip them and make her yours in that exact moment. Ellie was now making faces in the mirror, tucking her hair behind her ear with one hand on her chin, etc.

“Miss steal yo-girl is feeling herself” you chuckled going back to your bed, your job was done here “With that outfit you will get a lot of girls”

She chuckled too starting to undress as she was walking towards the bathroom “Well, Cat is the only one that matters”

“…yeah”

You could hear the water running but the door was still open, maybe she was waiting for it heat up, anyway, you were going to respect their relationship tonight, It was anniversary night, that was a big thing. Cat had all the rights to only she be the one to have Ellie for herself that day and you were not going to meddle.

“Wanna shower?” Ellie was leaning against the doorframe only a towel cover her body, you practically jump from your bed to meet her in the bathroom taking your clothes off quickly.

“I thought you were never going to ask”

If Ellie didn’t respect her relationship, why would you?

#ellie williams #ellie the last of us #ellie tlou #ellie williams x reader #ellie x fem reader #ellie x reader #ellie fanfic #ellie smut #ellie williams fic #ellie williams fanfiction #ellie williams au #ellie williams smut

[fuck-customers]

One of my older (50s???) coworkers called for help pre-emptively, and I was free so I went down to see what was up. He expects the register to come up with an alert after finalising this transaction so he'd need someone to clear it.

As I'm waiting, the customer (60s?) he's serving is fucking about with her bags and groceries and then trying to get her cash out of her wallet. My coworker fumbles the register screen and accidentally hits EFT instead of cash. Mumbles "shit, I hit the wrong one" fairly quietly under his breath and then goes to fix it. This customer heard it and immediately, in a very accusatory tone, asks him "was *that* a swear word?" like he's a kid that said a bad word. He asks her to repeat herself, and she does. He responds with "yeah, I said shit, because I hit the wrong button on here", as he points to the screen. The customer keeps going on her tirade and the next customer in line turns to her and says "people say it all the time", in what I'm guessing was an attempt to diffuse the situation and/or get her to move along.

She then starts ranting about how "they even say it on tv now!!!!" and after finally paying my coworker, she says, almost shouting "so now, these days, if a policeman comes up to someone, what do you say? EFF!!!!". She checks her change over enough times it was obvious she thought my coworker had intentionally shortchanged her and then left in a huff without saying another word.

Absolutely fucking bizarre, what the fuck?????????

Posted by admin Rodney.

[romanarose]

Gift Giving with the Triple Frontier Boys

Triple Frontier Master List All fanfic masterlist

Thoughts on the TF boys expressing their love for you through gift giving, and you returning it.

Acts of Service Word of Affirmation Quality Time Physical Touch

Warnings: Mentions of smut, pregnancy, nightmares involving death, drinking problem, addiction/rehab, past child abuse (sorry Millers lolololol), Not very smutty this time, lo siento.

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Santiago Garcia

After Santi and Fish went back for the money in the canyon, they split it with the Millers, but that still eft each with a hefty sum. Anyone who grew up poor like Santi knows its easier to make money when you have money, and after a few smart monetary choices, Santi found himself in a good financial position. He still considered what he has somewhat blood money, although you frequently remind him that it was Tom that fucked it all up, so Santi makes sure to donate to charities close to his heart. However, Santiago adores you, and he'd me amiss if he didn't use that money to spoil you. Maybe it's dresses, maybe it's leather pants that show off your ass, maybe it's you're clothing taste is more simple but he indulges you in t-shirts from Star Wars, Doctor Who, and what's the stupid Marvel show? Moon Night? Whatever, he'll get you the goddamn Moon Night back back. If you like make up, fancy head coverings or wigs, he's got you, anything to make his girl feel special. You go to a concert, merch tent is yours. You don't even bring it up half the time, he'll catch you staring at a dress at the mall or 'recently viewed' will pop up on amazon and he'll just get it, as a treat. And if you have a fancy event, a quince, you're nieces first communion, or an Afghan wedding with multiple clothing changes, you bet you'll have the best. Oh, and you BET your wedding dress or suit will be the one you want, and you're ring? On point.

*

You and Santi took things slow. Maybe it's for religious reasons, maybe it's because you have had bad experiences in the past, or maybe you just wanted too, but you hadn't had sex yet. You'd slept over, keeping things modest but intimate, him holding you close and yeah, you maybe had to ignore a boner or two. He couldn't help it, it was biology, but he was nothing but respectful. However, when the time came you found you were ready.... you had a plan. It was his birthday, and after a very loud, very fun event with all his family and his friends ending with Will half-dragging his brother out because Benny kept saying goodbye for 40 minutes, you found yourselves alone.

"I've got a surprise for you" You gently push Santi back, lifting up your dress to reveal a lingerie set that made you look good and feel comfortable.

The dumbfounded look on his face and immediate bulge in his pants made it all the more impressive that he gulped, and stuttered out an "are you sure? you're absolutely sure?" before diving in on you. It wasn't the only gift you had gotten him, of course, but your body might be his favorite.

Benny Miller

It had been a bad day, but when you called Benny on your break and asked how he was, it was clear Benny was having a rough day at the gym. Benny vented to you, you listened, offered advice where he wanted it and allowed him to complain about the little things that nothing could be done about where he needed. By the time your hour was up, your food was ate and both of you felt better. Even just talking to your husband brightened your day, even if you didn't tell him that you were frustrated. However, work continued to suck ass. When you get home, however, you start on diner because you know Benny had a tough day and food made him happy. When he came home, however, he had a few things. In one had was his keys, water bottle and barely gasping a case of beer (jesus christ his hands are large) and in the other, a Hostess fruit pie from the gas station that he handed to you. "What's this for?" You ask, surprised by the treat. Benny shrugged. "I saw it and thought of you. You said you used to eat them a lot as a kid?" You did... you said that... about 3 years ago you made an offhand comment, and he remembered. Benny was nearly tackled by the hug, and you could not imagine having a better partner in this life.

*

Benny was a silly lil guy. Not to say he couldn't be serious. He was there for Frankie through his addiction, but Benny's best support was offered through his shinning personality, like visiting Frankie in rehab and making him laugh. Likewise, he was there to listen and genuinely help you with problems, he was fiercely defensive of you, and was serious when needed, but what you loved about him was how much you genuinely had fun together. None of this is to say Benny doesn't have his struggles. You told him he needed to get him drinking under control before you would date him, (although you supported him with that even through the 'friends for now' stage), and Benny clearly had PTSD from serving and from his childhood that he tended to bury under her sunny exterior. You notice him slipping, his nightmares getting worse; nightmares of his dad killing Will, someone hurting you or Santi or Fish, Tom dying... you figured you needed to make him laugh. So, you sit him down and gift with him with a pair of boxers that say "this ass belongs to-" with your name on it. Benny's face splits into a wide, genuine grin. He laughs so damn hard and hugs you so damn tight you feel a little bit better. You tell him you got him a gift because you've noticed he's been struggling lately, and open up a conversation about what's been going on... and maybe, if he's up for it, talking to a doctor at the VA about getting on some anti-nightmare medication.

Frankie Morales

When Frankie came into your life, you knew before you ever dated that he had a daughter, and none of that phased you. She was a good kid, and you had gotten along well with her. Frankie was slow to introduce you, of course, not wanting women in and out of her life, but as you and Frankie grew closer you met her, and were thrilled to be spending more time with her as Frankie thought was appropriate. It was still early in your relationship when you came over to his house only to find Fransico Julio Morales Andala with a tiara on his head, covered in glitter, sitting at a kid sized table with craft goods stone across it... girl dad life. You smiled fondly at him, and chuckled as him and Adrianna yelled at you to wait in the living room until they were done. So, you sat on your phone listening to the father-daughter pair whisper and giggle and argue before they bring their finished product. A Valentines day card, ugly as all hell... but so clearly both of them. Franki drew a helicopter, Adrianna drew a castle, Frankie drew you and him holding hands, Adrina drew a dead "bad guy"... you weren't sure what that head to do with Valentines Day but oh well. And together, they had glued on dried flowers, lace, Star Wars stickers, and a fuck ton of glitter for you. It was entirely too much, would glitter-ize you and your apartment for weeks... but god dammit you were crying and now you had to frame it.

*

You were nervous, as far as fathers days go... Frankie wanted this, he said he did, but less than 2 months of marriage seemed... soon? You did the math, and he knocked you up your wedding night. Still, you wanted to give Adrianna a sibling... Frankie had spent the day with her, but you really wanted to talk to him alone, and you really thought today was fitting... so Santi took her for diner. He was a father figure to her, after all. It took a while, but halfway through diner was when Frankie asked, worried, 'Something wrong, hermosa?' You couldn't wait any longer, and told him you were pregnant with his child. You watched as the shock filled him, tears misting his eyes before he came over to your side of the table and pulled you to your feet. Frankie picked you up, making you squeal and both of you giggled as he spun you around before setting you down on the floor.

"Best father's day gift ever"

Will Miller

It was a military ball, and although you tried to keep it lowkey... you were thrilled. You hardly got a chance to dress up, and when was the last time you wore a dress this fancy? Will knocked on the door before entering when you called him in, a move you thought was a bit silly considering you were married and it was his savings that bought the house, but Will thought you should be allowed your privacy either way. You turn from where you sit in the vanity mirror, finding Will blue eyes and soft smile trained on you. 'You look beautiful, princess. I'll never get tired of telling you, every damn day.' He kissed the top of your hair, very careful not to mess up your up-do and walked over to his drawer. He began a preamble that you didn't have to wear it if you had other jewelry plans, but you but him off. Whatever he gave, you'd proudly wear. Will walked back behind you, and you are struck once again by how such a large man can manage not to look the slightest bit intimating. not you at least. But maybe that's because you know him, and despite whatever he had done on the military, he was the gentlest soul you had ever met in your life. He pulled out a neckless, stunningly sparkly and bright, with your favorite jewel and fucking hell it must've been expensive. He clasped it behind you, sealing the act with a kiss on your neck, a hint of what no doubt will happen later tonight... And you will, in fact, be showing this neckless of all night, just as Will is going to show off you.

*

"Honey, I'm home!" You call as you step in and Will beckons you to the guest room where he is fixing the closet door. Will turns around to greet you, setting the tools down so he could take you in for a kiss, something you two promised to try and do every day, when he saw what you were holding, flowers. Confused, he kisses your cheek. "Are we visiting your grandma today, honey?" He asked, and when you said no, he had a few more possible reasons for the flowers, even so far as to ask if this was your way of reminding him he forgot an important date. You laugh, as if he would ever. You finally tell him, "They're for you, silly." The man was too stunned too speak. "For me? Why?". You explain you don't need a reason, that he's your special man and he deserves it. You explain how you were driving home and saw a pop up flower stand, and realized that your kind, thoughtful, gentle, hardworking husband had probably never gotten a bouquet in his 30 something years of living. And what a shame that was! He deserved flowers. Pretty ones, too. Despite the strength he held, and the way his arms wrapped tight around you, he knew his strength and did not squeeze to hard... but it was a firm hug, and as he buried his face in your neck, you swore it was a little wet as he whispered "thank you, beautiful." Even in his childhood, no one had treated him with such soft kindness as you did, and he'd do everything in his power to not let you go.

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SORRY THE LAST ONE TOOK FOREVER i was uninspired but the oscar isaac discord im in helped me get on my feet.

If you liked this one make sure to check out the other 4 love languages!

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[lemmilemura]

Watching OOUIL

HEAVY SPOILER WARNING FOR LITERALLY THE ENTIRE SHOW I wrote down anytime I had important/sudden thoughts about stuff. Little warning, there is quite a lot of times I just simp over Simon, but what's new? There will be timestamps so you can go and look what happened to cause that reaction. Also since I was watching in one sitting and it was already past midnight and I was recovering from fever and tired and all that good stuff, towards the end and the last few episodes I didn't write down much. That is also the reason for the many, many typos xD I apologize

Episode 1

00:10 > literally just hearing Simon’s voice is already doing smth to me xD

00:22 > Simon honey I love you but that jacket was a CHOICE

00:50 > not the “I ship it” comment qwq

01:09 > god bronwyn's parents suck

01:26 > I only have my headphones on one ear and like Simon keeps talking and I never want him to stop xD

01:31 > Ah yes, the classic “ew our parents are kissing” teenager trope. just suck it up, Maeve

01:42 > i know, i know, i'm just being nitpicky, but Bronwyn’s phone says she had headphones connected? no she doesn’t

01:52 > if you ever see me smiling that wide while running, please assume I’ve been possessed, I probably have

02:02 > oh my god i can FEEL the sand in Copper’s shoes qwq

02:12 > Wildcats? isn't that like also a meme? like “What team? Wildcats!” idk I’ve only seen it a handful of times

02:46 > even if i hadnt read the book/had no idea what happens I’d still 100% know Cooper’s dad is gonna be an ass

03:21 > Addy is like, so naturally pretty qwq Girlie you don’t have to do all of this qwq I just wanna give her a hug man. And a gun so she can get rid of Jake. I’d help her hide the body too. Sorry, got a lil too into it there xD

03:28 > her outfit is soooo pretty tho I mean c’mon

03:44 > A bad love story? Like a… BAD ROMANCE?

03:47 > “Varsity skank squad” Damn Simon! Really going in on Addy, huh?

03:56 > the “well, you know” should NOT have affected me as much as it did xD

04:08 > Addy, remember that gun I talked about? Yeah, use it on your mom too while you’re at it

04:18 > god Jake is ugly. I’l sorry to any fans of his actor but damn. it really do be the basic white bois huh?

04:23 > you can see how uncomfy Addy is qwq

04:41 > “we’ll be quick” we get it, jake, you don’t last long

05:07 > TJ looks wise? no thanks. TJ being a dumbass? bonus points

05:10 > why does that chick look almost identical to Addy?

05:22 > Everyone wants to fuck a bad boy? Honey I want you. I mean if Simon isn’t a bad boy then what is he?

05:29 > “I’ve got so much dirt his probation officer is gonna bury him in it”? Simoooon, look at you with the metaphores

05:44 > Run bitch, ruuuuun! Or alternatively, “I’m fast as fuck boie!”

06:12 > God how I wish I was Janae right now……

06:17 > My god that shirt has a vneck… don’t be shy, take off the tshirt underneath…

06:39 > Lesbians?? In my tv show?? Fuuuck yeeeah!

06:45 > oh my god he’s wearing an earring… Quick, what’s the gay earring rule again? “Right ear means gay, eft means not gay but expressing feminine side” You heard it here first, folks, Simon is a secret Femboy xD

06:46 > these slowmo shottssssss I am living

07:16 > Simon, honey, that is such a bad idea to just have AboutThat open to anyone who flips open your laptop! C’mon, I thought you were smarter than this

07:21 > I would be looking at him the exact same way, Janae. 

07:27 > The smirk,??????? HELLO?????

07:42 > I’ve said it a lot and i will 100% say it again, but DAMN Simon is just so pretty qwq Perfect actor choice 10/10

07:44 > “She can’t prove it’s me” This school probably has security cameras, yes she’d know it’s you. But then again, if the school did have cameras, they’d have solved the mystery waaaay quicker.

07:49 > I am never going to emotionally recover from this

08:19 > he literally has “cold blue eyes” like in the book and that’s what made me immediately fall for him in the first place!!!!

08:23 > What the fuuuuuuuck :0

08:39 > “There is is… that damn smile”

08:45 > Love that she wrote Avengers but from what I can see they’re all DC. Great job, teach

09:17 > Just noticed Bronwyn’s necklace and damn is it ugly

10:02 > Bronwyn never did make it to Debate…

10:16 > no but why is that kinda cute? the way he’s tilting his body like a kid qwq

10:19 > :0 this is where the book starts!! THE COLD BLUE EYESSSSS

10:32 > Is Simon…. shorter than Bronwyn? Or is it just her shoes?? omg is he shmol qwq

11:02 > The way hes sitting, twiddling his fingers, I just, I’m dying

11:05 > then again, there’s probably a lot going through his head, isn’t there?

11:16 > Bronwyn please just stfu. Avery will not believe you. I know, cuz I’ve read the book

11:27 > Isn’t Bronwyn supposed to be the smart kid? Cuz that wasn’t that smart

11:40 > I love his personalityyyyy so sassy

12:25 > he knew she’d say that… he knew… 

12:33 > You can see it on his face qwq I hate this qwq

12:49 > Eggs instead of a carcrash? Weird choice but ok

13:17 > I mean he probably doesn’t have one so xD

13:18 > Nooooooo, he drank iiiitttt qwq

13:31 > It’s taking this long? How? Shouldn’t it happen immediately? Or is that cuz of the amount of water?

13:56 > Nooooooooooooooo qwq I can’t watch this, I’m just gonna start crying qwq

15:48 > I skipped ahead, I couldn’t watch that qwq Reading it is way easier than seeing it

15:54 > my god jake looks ridiculous xD

16:06 > Looked like he was dead? Honey he is!

16:27 > Keely is so pretty qwq

16:56 > They could 100% pass for a straight couple it’s wild

17:07 > Florence and the machine? Like FFXV Florence and the machine? :0000

17:17 > pffffff

17:41 > Bruh does she look okay? She just witnessed her classmate dying! She probably isn’t!

18:09 > He also has an earring?? dafuq

18:53 > Yeah it was!! Wait til you find out the backstory to it

19:00 > his side profile xDDD

19:15 > you can see the tension between hem, god damn

19:32 > Simon’s baaaaaag :0

20:28 > is he getting suspicious??

20:47 > how does her mother know? she a doctor or smth?

21:01 > god that “Bayview High School” could not look any faker xD

21:11 > Janaaaeeee qwq she needs a hug just as much as I do rn qwq

21:24 > The deathstareeeeeee :0 Janae

21:31 > Reading the book I never cared much for Janae, but actually seeing her so fucking sad and close to tears? It’s hitting

22:10 > QWQ I AM GOING TO CRY

23:32 > “Trauma bonding with Nate” I don’t even know this person’s name but I like their humor xD

26:41 > There is no way in hell they both look at eachother at the same time! That’s bull!

28:05 > That’s just creepy, man

28:40 > Sheetmusic? She plays an instrument besides piano? Huh

30:06 > Across the street you say?

30:24 > Okay, that was funny xD

31:13 > Nonnyyy, the icoonnn

31:49 > She iss!!

33:22 > STANLEYYYYYYY :DDDDD

33:38 > stanley is sooo judging him rn xD

33:44 > I forgot Stanley is his pfp xD

34:21 > she legit looks about 10 years older than him…

34:45 > Nuuuuuu Naaate :0

37:17 > Simon knows everything, Addy. Also TJ is such a sweetheart

39:31 > Ok, so, we watched the first 2 episodes in class a year ago and I fucking hate this part I get so much secondhand embarrassment so I’m sorry Janae but I’m gonna skip ahead

42:21 > Nooo, c’mon Nate! Don’t do this!

43:14 > oooooooooooh?

43:27 > Wait, so if Jake is in the pool he can’t have posted it, so it must have been Janae? If she had to write that my god poor girl qwq

44:43 > how tf did anyone get into the trunk? did she leave it unlocked? C’mon Bronwyn!

Total note count for episode 1: 96

Episode 2

00:37 > his hair is even more of a mess than usual xD

00:44 > Wait is this a flashback to when she cheated :000

00:49 > re really doesn’t

01:02 > please don’t fuck outside on the grass

01:07 > now THAT, is a view I really do not mind ;))))

01:5? > hair police? yours is literally the most basic hair ever, you have no right to talk

03:34 > shweeties

04:19 > is that a food truck right outside their school????

05:09 > yeowch

05:38 > the idea of Simon running a podcast, exposing ppl is actually a really fun concept xD

06:20 > not the contact name being “Asshole” xDDDD

06:55 > :00000000000000 Daaaaaaaaamn

07:36 > Nuuuu, Keely qwq babyyy

08:05 > i assume the teacher was turned around because that was so obvious addy!

08:20 > Bruh’s got a death note xDD he would be the type tho

08:56 > what was the notebook forrrrrrr Simoooonnn

10:00 > how tf did this random officer know that’s Addy?

11:58 > really? cmon now, thats so shitty xD

12:19 > more like Homiecide xD

13:42 > why tf is this mom reading AboutThat? xD

13:53 > HES THE MAYORS KID? Ooooh he got the moooooneeeeyyyy

15:02 > Addy……. qwq

16:09 > that was faaaaaast, coop xD

18:03 > :000000000000000

18:10 > Nooooooo, Coooooopppp qwq

20:52 > ok thats actuall kinda cute qwq can you imagine lil kid simon?

22:27 > Two late, two phone related detentions… interesting

24:07 > jis house is so prettyyyyy qwq I wanna live there!

24:16 > TINY SIMONNNNN OH MY GOD BABYYYYY QWQWQWQWQWQ

25:16 > Simon’s mom is fiiiiiiine, I see wher he get’s his good looks from xD

15:29 > Janaaaaaeeee qwq

26:26 > Simon in a suuuuiiittttt Lord have mercy!

26:38 > those fucking professionbal, model photographs xDDD

26:53 > How did she know where his room is? It’s a very very nice room tho, if I may

27:12 > wonder what that sign says…. also his bed looks nice! really comfy too :)

27:43 > look at that fucking setup man! daaaaaamn

27:50 > why is there fucking steps at the door??? xD

28:55 > can I just emphasize the fact his room looks so nice??

29:54 > yeeeeep he def got his looks from his mom, his dad is uglyy xD

30:11 > it would not, actually. not at all

31:25 > i dont think thats the best conversation starter, Maeve xD

32:08 > he did not go to hell! >:0

32:50 > A DRUMSET? AND A GUITAR????? HELLO WHERE IS THAT CONTENT?????

33:32 > Bronwyn can you stfuuuuuu you’re only making this worse

33:47 > atleast hes honest xD

35:07 > this house is so pretty qwq i am so jealous qwq

35:44 > “the incredible hair” pffff

37:56 > A, and I cannot stress this enough, WOOGA

38:59 > I’m gonna fucking scream he looks so goooooododdddd my lord i will not survive

41:22 > I am still not over that giant fucking picture of SImon in the background xD

42:46 > Girl the only thng you did was cheat ona  fucking test it’s not the end of the wrld!

46:48 > since when are full names used? wasnt it just initials in the book? now this is just evil, initials multiple ppl can have, but full names? C'mon dude!

47:25 > MAEVE??????? WhAT THE FUCK???

Total note count for episode 2: 53

Episode 3

00:17 > Keelyyyyy babyyy I love her qwq

00:47  > shes such a shweety qwq

00:59 > another PERFECT OUTFIT 10/10 MY GOD

01:04 > I don’t even know what to say at this point

01:38 > he diiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid :)

02:14 > no you fucking dont!

02:55 > Addy is entering her girlboss ear and I love that for her

03:33 > bruh please just use a hairbrush xD

05:20 > its goin down!! hands are being thrown!!

06:39 > addy needs a hug qwq

07:42 > :0 escandalo!

09:10 > they kinda look like siblings wait i love it qwq

11:42 > the laptooooppppp :0

14:51 > okay Janae’s outfits are also really nice, i get why they were bffs xD

16:08 > :00000000000 MAEVEEEEEEEEE OH MY GOOOOOOOOOD

17:13 > why do literalyl all the parents in this suck?

17:39 > Addyyy what are you doing? 

17:53 > Addy! No!

19:21 > TJ looks like a kicked puppy qwq

21:14 > you didnt say it but your face sure did

22:26 > and another perfect outfit!

22:29 > he just keeps getting finer, huh?

22:47 > Daaaamn Simoooooon! :0

22:56 > he looks so ethereal, like an angel or god of some sort :0

23:15 > omg Simon is shmol qwq shmol bean

23:33 > the rings, the bracelets, the necklaces, LORD HAVE MERCY PLEASE

24:20 > NOT NATE :00000 NOOOOOO

29:17 > i love that Addy is dressing for herself now qwq

30:26 > Nooo, Coooperrrr qwq

31:18 > i know that was meant to be all angsty and stuff but it just looked so weird xD

33:56 > Awwwww, Janaaeee qwq

36:13 > WHAAAAAAAT THE FUUUUUUUUUUUCK :000 I mean same, but still, I was NOT expecting that

36:53 > :0000000000000000000 my exact face rn

37:39 > oh yes we are bronwyn!

38:19 > DONT DO IT COOPER PLEASE QWQ

40:45 > There he is again, in that amazing outfit!

41:05 > his faaaaaaaaace oh my god cooper you have a death wish or something?

42:36 > out of all the 4 stories, bronwyns is the most boring to me xD

45:21 > “straight cosplay” pffffff

Total note count for episode 3: 39

Episode 4

00:31 > his outfits never miss! they’re always so good qwq

00:41 > I love that he’S smaller than atleast 3 of the 4 others xD

01:47 > STANLEY! :D 

03:20 > Janae with her hair down tho??????

13:33 > Stanley’s just listening in to all the drama xD

22:30 > how about Addy and Janae just get together? I would not complain xD

24:54 > “actual lizard” pffffff

26:13 > IT WAS JANAE???? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO QWQ

39:22 > Mf looks like a goddamn cryptid xD

41:32 > oh my god hes PISSED you can see it in his faceeee

44:19 > Maaaaaaaaaeve what are you doing????

44:50 > Its momther!

Total note count for epsiode 4: 12

Episode 5

02:00 > if I was sitting in Bronwyns spot I would not be able to focus at all xD

03:20 > Yes addy!!!! Looking good! rocking the short hair!

06:36 > where tf?

13:43 > wtf Cooper???

18:28 > Bronwyn can you not be an asshole for one episode please?

19:02 > MAEVE WAS WHAT???? TO SIMON??? IM SORRY????

21:29 > Bronwyyyyyyyyyyyn whyyyyyyyy oh my god! 

23:52 > they look like such lesbians and I am living for it

33:11 > and ANOTHER perfect fit from Simon, god damn!

39:52 > Please don’t leave Stan behind qwq

Total note count for episode 5: 10

Episode 6

01:07 > janaeeeeeeee that loooook I love itttt

4:31 > “then one summer he got abs” pfffff

04:52 > Janae gave him the idea?????

16:35 > Members of Simon’s what????

21:33 > Awwwww, wait, that’s so cute qwq I knew Janae couldn’t be straight when she dresses like that xD

22:03 > Their dynamic is just chefs kiss xD

22:26 > You can make a move on my anyday xD

33:10 > :0000000000000 NOW THAT IS NOT SOMETHING I EXPECTED TO SEE BUT I AM VERY MUCH WELCOMING IT

36:14 > why are they fucking burning the epi-pen?

37:16 > thats wierdly sweet qwq

37:29 > I know I’m just repeating myself at this point but Simon really does have the best outfits

37:48 > Ayooo? AYO???

38:37 > What if Janae, Maeve and Simon just get in a poly relationship? Problem solved xD

38:51 > His humourrrrr

40:00 > LESBIAAAAAAAAAAAAANSSSSSSSSSSS

40:25 > AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA FUCK YEEEEEEEEEAHHHHHHHHH

Total note count for episode 6: 16

Episode 7

09:08 > The lighting in all of these flashback Simon scenes is just so good qwq

30:32 > i would also 100% be zooming in on that xD

31:43 > that’s boat racism xD

31:47 > again, his humourrrrr top tier

Total note count for episode 7: 4

Episode 8

00:17 > I don’t want it to be over yet qwq I want more Simon qwq

03:06 > that is such a simple signature are you kidding me?

11:29 > I seriously need to calm down xD I can’t keep reacting like this any time SImon is on screen xD

11:41 > THE LIGHTING AND WINDOWS AND FRAMING AND OMG

12:08 > pfff the sheer “what the fuck” on his face xD

15:30 > AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH one day I will just die because Simon keeps looking that good!!!!

16:40 > do I even have to say anything anymore? like at all?

17:19 > “the magic words”? are you for real xD

25:39 > so him having a lizard is a reason you like him?

27:48 > lookatem with his fucking headset xD you know he streams and just annihilates little kids on vc xD

28:16 > wait so… Simon… didnt even want to kill himself? so really Jake is the reason this all happened…

41:30 > WHAT THE FUCK IS GOJNG ON?????

42:28 > So Jake… killed… Simon? Jake is the reason he’s dead, Simon didn’t want to kill himself Jake killed him! Holy fuck this is different than the book…

42:52 > God Janae looks TERRIFYING

43:24 > YEEEEEES JANAEEEEEEEEE KILL HIIIMMMMMMMMMM GET REVENGEEEEE

44:11 > I’m not even remotely sad about this. I’m happy, really

44:21 > I still cannot believe that JAKE is the reason… welp, I know what headcanons I’m making next

44:29 > …

44:42 > YES AND HE SHOULD HAVE

45:05 > I AM ACTUALLY CRYING STOP HE LOOKS SO TERRIFIED NO

45:35 > now you will cuz YOURE OTH FUCKING DEAD

50:58 > Now what if Simon actually didn’t die? Like imagine that, Jake’s plan all going to waste!

Total note count for episode 8: 25

Total note count: 255

Welp, there you have it xD I put them all together because posting one post for every episode or a pair of episodes, eventhough I'd have to split episode 1 in half, would just be too many notifications xD

So here you go, I hope you enjoy my thoughts while watching OOUIL. :D

#oouil #oouil tv show #one of us is lying #first thoughts #first time #first watch

[inkheart01]

Borrower meets an alien

Can I write better? Yes. Will I edit this? Maybe. Does any of this shitshow make sense? Who knows, it’s a borrower and an alien. You decide

She could do this. She could do this. She was a borrower, and sure there where aliens and terrified humans, but this wasn’t harder than what she had been doing before.

Ok...maybe it was a little harder with all the chaos surrounding her, but she had survived worse.

Her foot missed an indent in the wood and she panicked.

What was she thinking! This was so much worse than before. At least she had a home, food and a warm bed to sleep in with her only fear being spiders and the human who’s walls she resided in. But they where gone most of the day so it wasn’t too dangerous.

But then aliens had descended from the sky in intricate silver starships (and then some humans had revealed themselves to be undercover aliens pretending to be human) and the world had flipped on its head.

Predators turned to prey faster than she could blink and almost overnight, the once heavily populated city she knew had become a crumbling ghost town. Nothing but towering buildings devoid of life and light aside from the occasional firefight between the beans she had been terrified of and the even more frightening aliens.

The few times she had caught sight of the towering creatures, she had seen it in her nightmares for weeks.

But one of those loosing battles wasn’t the reason she had hurried to scale the ruins of a bookshelf, hook still so far up and the ground so much further down.

No. It was something so much worse.

Clicking around in the next room, a creature that sent chills down her spine stalked.

Hunted was more accurate.

And even more so was what exactly it was hunting.

Her.

She had known the second she hid, somehow it’s glossy, featureless head had enough sense to look in her direction, and whatever hidden eyes it kept, bore into her, setting a raging, ice cold fire that consumed untill all that was left was her instinct.

And it told her to run.

So she did, racing into the next room and beginning the ascent up the bookshelf where she found herself now, struggling to get a foothold. When she had missed the indent, the force had swung her away and out into the open, only to pull her back into the bookshelf’s gravity, but before she could get another hold, she was pulled back again.

Over and over she swayed, always close enough to the shelf that it brushed against her, but always swinging out before she could grab it. Always teasing and never letting her have.

Until something crashed into the wall from the other room, jostling the shelf and unfortunately freeing her hook. Leaving her to plummet to her demise.

Her stomach churned as a cold calm overcame her, the sickening feeling making her go limp as the hard floor rushed closer.

What a lonely life she had lived. Her father had died while she was still young, crushed beneath a mousetrap. Her mother shortly after from a cat. Leaving there only child alone with the bare basic knowledge.

She had never found another Borrower, her closest form of likeness being the very human who had caused her dear fathers demise.

She had never had the strength needed to leave her only home even though every room brought memories of her few happy years. Her mother’s fragrant cooking, her fathers gruff laughter. Every memory like a burning coal.

But she would see them again soon. Her mother’s hugs, her fathers encouragement.

She closed her eyes as the ground grew closer and the seconds ticked down.

The floor never came though, instead, her back met with a burning leather surface that thrummed with the rapid beat of a pulse.

And when she fought against her eyelids, she was met with the very creature that hunted her. It had no eyes visible through the galaxy of shiny blue smoothness that covered its face, the same blue that acted as tight armour plating across majority of its strange body, the rest a carbon black.

From what she could see as it rose to its clawed feet, it had strange legs like the hindquarters of a dog or cat, with a relatively human torso and a long, snaking appendage protruding from the back of its skull.

And then long shadows crawled across the sky above her, and she looked up to be met with three sharp claws and no thumb in sight.

Then a clicking filled the room and the creature spoke and that was all she remembered before the world descended into black.

#g/t #g/t writing #borrower #alien #look I’m tired and have no fucks to give #oc’s #I guess #EFTS #fuck it yeah this is EFTS

[m0rgrugyn]

chapt'r 1.

an: special fangz (get t, coz im goffik) 2 mine own gf (ew not in yond way) raven, bloodytearz666 4 helpin me wif da st'ry and spelling. U rok! justin ur da luv of mine own deprzzing life u rok 2! mcr rox!

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good morrow mine own nameth is ebony dark’ness dementia raven way and i has't longeth ebony black hair (that’s how i did get mine own nameth) with purple streaks and r'd tips yond reaches mine own mid-back and icy blue eyes liketh limpid drops of sorrow and a lot of people bid me i behold liketh amy lee (an: if 't be true u don’t knoweth who is't the lady is receiveth da hell out of h're!). I’m not did relate to g'rard way but i wisheth i wast because he’s a maj'r fucking hottie. I’m a vampire but mine own teeth art straight and white. I has't whey-face white skin. I’m eke a beldams, and i wend to a charm school hath called hogwarts in england wh're i’m in the seventh year (i’m seventeen). I’m a goth (in case thee couldn’t bid) and i weareth mostly black. I loveth hot topic and i buyeth all mine own robes from th're. F'r example the present day i wast wearing a black c'rset with matching lace 'round t and a black leath'r miniskirt, pink fishnets and black combat boots. I wast wearing black lipstick, white foundation, black eyelin'r and r'd eye shadow. I wast walking outside hogwarts. T wast snowing and raining so th're wast nay travelling lamp, which i wast v'ry joyous about. A lot of preps did stare at me. I putteth up mine own middle fing'r at those folk.

“hey ebony!” did shout a voice. I did look up. T was…. Draco malfoy!

“what’s up draco?” i hath asked.

“nothing. ” that gent hath said shyly.

but then, i hath heard mine own cater-cousins calleth me and i hadst to wend hence.

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an: is't valorous? plz bid me fangz!

chapt'r 2.

an: fangz 2 bloodytearz666 4 helpin me wif da chapta! btw preps stand ho flaming ma st'ry tis fine!

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the next day i did wake up in mine own bedroom. T wast snowing and raining again. I hath opened the doth'r of mine own coffin and did drink some blood from a bombard i hadst. Mine own coffin wast black ebony and inside t wast hot pink velvet with black lace on the ends. I did get out of mine own coffin and tooketh of mine own giant mcr t-shirt which i hath used f'r pajamas. Instead, i putteth on a black leath'r dresseth, a pentagram necklace, combat boots and black fishnets on. I putteth on four pairs of earrings in mine own pi'rc'd ears, and putteth mine own hair in a kind of messy bun.

mine own cousin, willow (an: raven dis is u!) did wake up then and grinn'd at me. The lady flipp'd h'r longeth waist-length raven black hair with pink streaks and hath opened h'r f'rest-green eyes. The lady putteth on h'r marilyn manson t-shirt with a black mini, fishnets and pointy high-heel'd boots. We putteth on our makeup (black lipstick white foundation and black eyelin'r. )

“omfg, i did see thee talking to draco malfoy yest'rday!” the lady hath said excitedly.

“yeah? so?” i hath said, in scarlet.

“do thee liketh draco?” the lady hath asked as we wenteth out of the slyth'rin ingraft cubiculo and into the most wondrous hall.

“no i so fucking don’t!” i did shout.

“yeah right!” the lady did exclaim. Even but now, draco hath walked up to me.

“hi. ” that gent hath said.

“hi. ” i did reply flirtily.

“guess what. ” that gent hath said.

“what?” i hath asked.

“well, valorous charlotte art having a conc'rt in hogsmeade. ” that gent toldeth me.

“oh. Mine own. Fucking. God!” i did scream. I loveth gc. Those gents art mine own fav'rite band, besides mcr.

“well…. doth thee wanteth to wend with me?” that gent hath asked.

i gasp'd.

chapt'r 3.

an: stand ho flamming da story prepz tis fine! odd'rwize fangs 2 da goffik ppl 4 da valorous reveiws! fangs agen raven! oh yeah, btw i don’t owneth dis 'r da lyrics 4 valorous chralotte.

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on the night of the conc'rt i putteth on mine own black lace-up boots with high heels. Und'rneath those folk w're ripp'd r'd fishnets. Then i putteth on a black leath'r minidress with all this c'rset stuffeth on the backeth and front. I putteth on matching fishnet on mine own arms. I straighten'd mine own hair and madeth t behold all spiky. I hath felt a dram depress'd then, so i did slit one of mine own wrists. I readeth a depressing booketh while i wait'd f'r t to stand ho bleeding and i did listen to some gc. I did paint mine own nails black and putteth on tons of black eyelin'r. Then i putteth on some black lipstick. I didn’t putteth on foundation because i wast whey-face concluded, be it. I did drink some human blood so i wast eft to wend to the conc'rt.

i wenteth outside. Draco wast waiting th're in front of his flying car. That gent wast wearing a simple planeth t-shirt (they wouldst playeth at the showeth too), baggy black skat'r gaskins, black naileth polisheth and a dram eyelin'r (an: a lot fo kewl boiz w'r t tis fine!).

“hi draco!” i hath said in a depress'd voice.

“hi ebony. ” that gent hath said backeth. We hath walked into his flying black m'rcedes-benz (the licenseth plateth hath said 666) and did fly to the lodging with the conc'rt. On the way we did listen excitedly to valorous charlotte and marilyn manson. We both smok'd cigarettes and drugs. At which hour we did get th're, we both did hop out of the car. We wenteth to the mosh pit at the front of the stage and did jump up and down as we did listen to valorous charlotte.

“you cometh in bitter cold, thou art cov'r'd in blood

those gents're all so joyous thee've arriv'd

the doct'r cuts thy c'rd, hands thee to thy mother

the lady sets thee free into this life. ” did sing joel (i don’t owneth da lyrics 2 dat song).

“joel is so fucking hot. ” i hath said to draco, pointing to that gent as that gent sung, filling the club with his most wondrous voice.

suddenly draco did look depress'd.

“what’s wrong?” i hath asked as we mosh'd to the music. Then i hath caught on.

“hey, it’s tis fine i don’t liketh that gent bett'r than thee!” i hath said.

“really?” hath asked draco sensitively and that gent putteth his armeth 'round me all protective.

“really. ” i hath said. “besides i don’t coequal knoweth joel and he’s going out with hilary fucking duff. I fucking misprise yond dram wench. ” i hath said disgustedly, bethinking of h'r like a toad, ugly and venemous blonde visage.

the night wenteth on very much well, and i hadst a most wondrous timeth. So didst draco. Aft'r the conc'rt, we did drink some beest'r and hath asked benji and joel f'r their autographs and photos with those folk. We did get gc conc'rt tees. Draco and i crawl'd backeth into the m'rcedes-benz, but draco didn’t wend backeth into hogwarts, instead that gent did drive the car into……………………… the f'rbidden f'rest!

chapt'r 4.

an: i s'd stup flaming tis fine ebony’s nameth is enoby nut mary su tis fine! draco is soo in luv wif h'r dat that gent is acting defrent! dey nu eechodd'r b4 tis fine!

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“draco!” i did shout. “what the alas doth thee bethink thou art doing?”

draco didn’t answ'r but that gent ceased the flying car and that gent hath walked out of t. I hath walked out of t too, curiously.

���what the fucking hell?” i hath asked angrily.

“ebony?” that gent hath asked.

“what?” i did snap.

draco lean'd in extra-close and i did look into his gothic r'd eyes (he wast wearing col'r contacts) which reveal'd so much depressing s'rrow and evilness and then suddenly i didn’t feeleth nimble-footed anym're.

and then…………… suddenly just as i draco did kiss me passionately. Draco did climb on top of me and we did start to maketh out keenly 'gainst a tree. That gent tooketh of mine own top and i tooketh of his robes. I coequal tooketh of mine own bra. Then that gent putteth his thingie into mine own you-know-what and we didst t f'r the first timeth.

“oh! oh! oh! ” i did scream. I wast beginning to receiveth an 'rgasm. We did start to kisseth ev'rywh're and mine own whey-face corse becameth all warmeth. And then….

“what the hell art thee doing thee motherfukers!”

t was……………………………………………………. Dumbled're!

chapt'r 5.

an: stand ho flaming! if 't be true u flam t menz ur a prep 'r a posr! da only reson dumblede'r sw'r is coz that gent hadst a hedache tis fine an on tup of dat that gent wuz nimble-footed at dem 4 having sexx! ps im nut updating umtil i receiveth five valorous revoiws!

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dumbled're madeth and draco and i followeth that gent. That gent hath kept shouting at us angrily.

“you ludacris daws!” that gent did shout.

i did start to caterwauling drops of sorrow of blood down mine own pallid visage. Draco comf'rt'd me. At which hour we wenteth backeth to the castle dumbled're tooketh us to professeth'r snape and professeth'r mcgonagall who is't w're both looking v'ry fell.

“they w're having sexual int'rcourse in the f'rbidden f'rest!” that gent did yell in a furious voice.

“why didst thee doth such a thing, thee mediocre dunces?” hath asked professeth'r mcgonagall.

“how dareth thee?” demand'd professeth'r snape.

and then draco shriek'd. “because i loveth that lady!”

ev'ryone wast quiet. Dumbled're and professeth'r mcgonagall still did look nimble-footed but professeth'r snape hath said. “fine. V'ry well. Thee may wend up to thy cubiculos. ”

draco and i wenteth upstairs while the teachest'rs glar'd at us.

“are thee well enow, ebony?” draco hath asked me gently.

“yeah i guesseth. ” i did lie. I wenteth to the girl’s d'rm and did brush mine own teeth and mine own hair and hath changed into a low-cut black flo'r-length dresseth with r'd lace all 'round t and black high heels. At which hour i cameth out….

draco wast standing in front of the bathroom, and that gent did start to singeth ‘i just wanna live’ by valorous charlotte. I wast so flatt'red, coequal though that gent wasn’t did suppose to beest th're. We did hug and did kiss. Aft'r yond, we hath said goodnight and that gent reluctantly wenteth backeth into his cubiculo.

chapt'r 6.

an: shjt up prepz tis fine! ps i wnot updateth ubtil u giveth me goood revows!

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the next day i did wake up in mine own coffin. I putteth on a black miniskirt yond wast all ripp'd 'round the endeth and a matching top with r'd skulls all ov'r t and high heel'd boots yond w're black. I putteth on two pairs of death's-head earrings, and two crosses in mine own ears. I spray-paint'd mine own hair with purple.

in the most wondrous hall, i consumed some counteth chocula c'real with blood instead of milketh, and a glass of r'd blood. Suddenly someone bump'd into me. All the blood spill'd ov'r mine own top.

“bastard!” i did shout angrily. I did regret declaring t at which hour i did look up causeth i wast looking into the whey-face white visage of a gothic knave with spiky black hair with r'd streaks in t. That gent wast wearing so much eyelin'r yond i wast going down his visage and that gent wast wearing black lipstick. That gent didn’t has't glasses anym're and anon that gent wast wearing r'd contact lenses just liketh draco’s and th're wast nay scar on his f'rhead anym're. That gent hadst a manly stubble on his chin. That gent hadst a sexy english accent. That gent did look jump liketh joel madden. That gent wast so sexy yond mine own corse wenteth all hot at which hour i did see that gent kind of liketh an 'rection only i’m a wench so i didn’t receiveth one thee sicko.

“i’m so s'rry. ” that gent hath said in a dainty voice.

“that’s good now. What’s thy nameth?” i did question.

“my name’s harry pott'r, although most people calleth me vampire these days. ” that gent grumbl'd.

“why?” i did exclaim.

“because i loveth the gust of human blood. ” that gent giggl'd.

“well, i am a vampire. ” i did confess.

“really?” that gent whimp'r'd.

“yeah. ” i did roar.

we satteth down to talketh f'r a while. Then draco cameth up behind me and toldeth me that gent hadst a hoyday f'r me so i wenteth hence with that gent.

chapt'r 7. Bringeth me 2 life

an: wel tis fine u guyz im only writting dis cuz i did get 5 god reviuws. n btw i wont rite da nxt chapt'r til i git tin god vons! sto flaming or ill reporteth u! evony isn’t a marie sue tis fine the lady isn’t p'rfect shes a satanits! n the lady hast problemz shes depress'd 4 godz sake!

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draco and i did hold our whey-face white hands with black naileth polisheth as we wenteth upstairs. I wast wearing r'd satanist sings on mine own nails in r'd naileth polisheth (an: c doez dat soundeth lik a maru sue 2 u?). I did wave to vampire. Dark mis'ry wast in his depress'd eyes. I guesseth that gent wast jealous of me yond i wast going out with draco. Concluded, be it, i wenteth upstairs excitedly with draco. We wenteth into his cubiculo and lock'd the doth'r. Then…………

we did start frenching passively and we tooketh off each oth'rs robes enthusiastically. That gent hath felt me up bef're i tooketh of mine own top. Then i tooketh off mine own black leath'r bra and that gent tooketh off his gaskins. We wenteth on the sleep chamber and did start making out nak'd and then that gent putteth his boy’s thingy in mineth and we hadst amorous rite. (c is dat no more brain than stone?)

“oh draco, draco!” i did scream while getting an 'rgasm at which hour all of a sudden i did see a tattoo i hadst nev'r seen bef're on draco’s armeth. T wast a black heart with an arrow through t. On t in bloody gothic writing w're the w'rds………… vampire!

i wast so fell.

“you bastard!” i did shout angrily, jumping out of the sleep chamber.

“no! nay! but thee don’t und'rstand!” draco plead'd. But i kneweth too much.

“no, thee fucking clotpole!” i did shout. “you belike has't lazar concluded, be it!”

i putteth on mine own robes all huffily and then stomp'd out. Draco ranneth out coequal though that gent wast nak'd. That gent hadst a very much big you-know-what but i wast too nimble-footed to careth. I stomp'd out and didst so until i wast in vampire’s classroom wh're that gent wast having a lesson with professeth'r snape and some oth'r people.

“vampire potter, thee motherfucker!” i did yell.

chapt'r 8.

an: stand ho flassing tis fine! if 't be true u doth den u r a prep!

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ev'ryone in the class did stare at me and then draco cameth into the cubiculo coequal though that gent wast nak'd and did start begging me to taketh that gent backeth.

“ebony, it’s not what thee bethink!” draco did scream sadly.

mine own cousin b’loody mary smith did smile at me und'rstatedly. The lady flipp'd h'r longeth waste-length gothic black hair and hath opened h'r crimson eyes liketh blood yond the lady wast wearing contact lenses on. The lady hadst whey-face white skin yond the lady wast wearing white makeup on. H'rmione wast kidnapp'd at which hour the lady wast b'rn. H'r real parents art vampires and one of those folk is a beldams but voldem'rt hath killed h'r moth'r and h'r fath'r committ'd suicide because that gent wast depress'd about t. The lady still hast conceit about t and the lady is v'ry haunt'd and depress'd. T eke turns out h'r real lasteth nameth is smith and not grang'r. (since the lady hast conv'rt'd to satanism the lady is in slyth'rin anon not griffindo'r. )

“what is't yond thee desire, thee ridiculous dimwit!” snape demean'd angrily in his bitter cold voice but i ign'r'd that gent.

“vampire, i can’t believeth thee cheat'd on me with draco!” i did shout at that gent.

ev'ryone gasp'd.

i don’t knoweth wherefore ebony wast so nimble-footed at me. I hadst wenteth out with vampire (i’m bi and so is ebony) f'r a while but then that gent hath broken mine own heart. That gent did dump me because that gent did like britney, a no more brain than stone preppy alas'r. We w're just valorous cater-cousins anon. That gent hadst gone through h'rrible problems, and anon that gent wast gothic. (haha, liketh i wouldst hangeth out with a prep. )

“but i’m not going out with draco anym're!” hath said vampire.

“yeah fucking right! alas off, thee bastard!” i did scream. I ranneth out of the cubiculo and into the f'rbidden f'rest wh're i hadst hath lost mine own virility to draco and then i did start to did bust into drops of sorrow.

chapt'r 9.

an: stand ho flaming tis fine! i dntn r'd all da boox! dis is frum da movie tis fine so itz nut mine own folt if 't be true dumbeld'r sw'rs! besuizds i s'd that gent hadst a hedache! and da reson snap dosent lik harry anon is coz hes christian and vampire is a satanist! mcr rox!

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i wast so nimble-footed and depress'd. I couldn’t believeth draco f'r cheating on me. I beganeth to caterwauling 'gainst the tree wh're i didst t with draco.

then all of a suddenly, an h'rrible sir with r'd eyes and nay nose and ev'rything did start flying towards me on a broomstick! that gent didn’t has't a nose (basically liketh voldem'rt in the movie) and that gent wast wearing all black but t wast gross in sense that gent wasn’t gothic. T was…… voldem'rt!

“no!” i did shout in a afeard voice but then voldem'rt did shout “imp'rius!” and i couldn’t runneth hence.

“crookshanks!” i did shout at that gent. Voldem'rt hath fallen of his broom and did start to screameth. I hath felt lacking valor f'r that gent coequal though i’m a sadist so i ceased.

“ebony. ” that gent did yell. “thou wilt killeth vampire pott'r!”

i bethought about vampire and his sexah eyes and his gothic black hair and how his visage looks just liketh joel madden. I rememb'r'd yond draco hadst hath said i didn’t und'rstand, so i bethought, what if 't be true draco wenteth out with vampire bef're i wenteth out with that gent and those gents hath broken up?

“no, voldem'rt!” i did shout backeth.

#my immortal #harry potter #ebony dark'ness dementia raven way

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⭐ Karell

Oh he!! yeah! You want me to ta!k about my honey!, my babe!, the app!e in my pie!, my beautifu! boy!, my--

Get On with it! I DOn't Have All Night! I have shit tO dO in the mOrning! >:0

Okay!, RUDE!

Anyways!, my grapevine!, Proxus!, is the sweetest person on A!ternia! Sorry not sorry!, but your mates ain't shit compared to mine! He's sweet!, he's caring!, he's got the p!ushest ass for mi!es!, he's an amazing baker!, he's fucking adorab!e!, he's cudd!y and snugg!y just !ike I !ike!, and he's the moons in my sky! I wou!d do anything and everything for that man!, as we!! as to that man! No night is comp!ete without him!, and I know he fee!s the same way about me!

I got a good fee!ing I won't !ose him after ha!f a sweep !ike a!! my other re!ationships after Mortie !eft! I just AAAAAAAAaaaaahhh!!~ I fucking LOVE HIM!!

Send in ⭐ + Muse to have them gush about their quadrants.

#long post #Karell answers #stuckstucktrolls #Sugar And Spice Cake #If he had more than just Prox this post would be ten miles long

[if-the-crown-fits-translate-it]

Discord pt 50

[Date: 25/02, 6.59 PM - 25/02, 07.51 PM GMT]

[‘Puppet’ from the Ib OST is playing in the VC.]

fetch: “:)”

Prince: “Oh! Crown said this was a good song! He says it reminds him of being a kid again! Don't you guys think so?

:)”

fetch: “YOU RE R I GHT PR INCE ! TH IS JS A VE R Y G OOD S ONG .” [You’re right Prince! This is a very good song.]

Prince: “I like it! It makes me feel all happy inside :)”

fetch: “TH OUG H ITS A L ITT LE F AST ER TH AN WH AT I U SUALL Y L IS TE N TO . N IG HT COR E HA AHA AHA .” [Though it’s a little faster than what I usually listen to. Nightcore haahaaha.]

Prince: “It is a little fast, but it's very nice :D”

Prince: “It makes me kinda sleepy :) How about you, fetch? :)”

fetch: “I GU ESS A L I TT LE HA HAA . B UT I GOT PL ENTY OF SL EE P LAS T N IGH T!” [I guess a little hahaa. But I got plenty of sleep last night!]

IM SO ENE ER GIZED AND R E ADY FO R THE D A Y” [I’m so energized and ready for the day]

donti: “Isn’t too much sleep a little bad for someone?”

Prince: “I don't think so :) It's nice to sleep. You don't have to think about all the things that might be stressing you out :)”

fetch: “I AG REE PR INC E . SL EE P IS NNI CE B UT D OGS CA NT S LE EP ALL D A Y ! THAT S A CAT TH ING TO DO L OL” [I agree, Prince. Sleep is nice but dogs can’t sleep all day! That’s a cat thing to do lol]

[‘No One in Sight’ from the Ib OST starts playing on loop]

fetch: “N OT AS G OOD AS THE LA ST ONE B UT S TILL A BOP” [Not as good as the last one but still a bop]

Prince: “Oh! This one is nice, too! Relaxing, like you’re outside listening to the breeze~”

Prince: “I can put on the other one again! :D”

[fetch: “ HM . TH ANF YOU PR INCE BU T I LIKE VA RIE TY SOM E TIME S :)” [Hm. Thank you, Prince, but I like variety sometimes]]

Prince: “Oh, ok :)”

fetch: “IM H APP Y TO SEE C R OWN ANS W E RIN G T H IN GS! YO U M UST BE H APPY T O O” [I’m happy to see Crown answering things! You must be happy too]

[donti: How had your day been so far Prince, while you’re here? This music really gets me in a convering mood.]

Prince: “It's been great! everything is fine :)“

fetch: “TH AT S GOO D :D” [That’s good :D]

[donti: Thats nice to know! How’s everyone in the court doing?”]

Prince: “Everyone is doing well :D i miss Knight, though... He hasn't been around in a while.”

fetch: “AW SADGE D: I H OPE Y OU F IND Y OUR KN IG HT BUD D Y SOON !” [Aw Sadge D: I hope you find your Knight buddy soon!]

[donti: Oh no! did something happen? Do you know where he is?

Prince: “No... He just... Went away one day... Crown said he'll find him for us and bring him home again, though, so it's ok! :)“

fetch: “AW HA HA HA H OW N ICE OF. H IM :) :) :)” [Aw hahaha how nice of. him]

[‘BGM008′ from the Ib OST starts playing]

[Povas: “Where did you last see knight?”]

Prince: “Um...Here, I think :)”

fetch: “O H G OOD SON G [Oh good song]

TH IS MAK ES THE FUN NY PIA NO T INK Y NOIS E” [This makes the funny piano tinky noise]

Prince: “I like the tinky noise too! :D”

Povas: “Why is it giving me a sense of dread?”

fetch: “I DK WHA T YOU M EAN BY D R EAD :/ ? IT S OUND S F INE TO M E !” [Idk what you mean by dread :/? It sounds fine to me!]

Prince: “Yeah! I think it's lovely! :)”

Povas: “It might just be me”

fetch: “PR OBAB LY Y OU LOL :D” [Probably you lol :D]

[donti: “Hm, change of music aside, whatcha been up to?”]

Prince: “Not much has been happening :) I just like to listen to music here. You can't be sad if there's nothing to make you upset, you know? :)”

[fetch [responding to donti]: “WH O ME ? OR PR INC E ?” [Who, me? Or Prince?]

donti: “Either or! I care about both of you :D”

fetch: “OH IM D OI NG GR E AT :D APP A RE NT LY M I SS E D D INN E R LA S T N IGHT SO M ONA (G OOD GO OD F RIEND MO NA) L EFT OUT A BR EA KF AS T FOR M E TO M UN CH WHI LE SHE WE NT TO W O RK” [Oh I’m doing great :D Apparently missed dinner last night so Mona (good good friend Mona) left out a breakfast for me to munch while she went to work]

[fetch: “HAV E BEEN VE RY TH IRST Y SO D RINK ING W AT ER” [Have been very thirsty so drinking water]]

Prince: “That's good! Drink plenty of water and eat plenty of food and get plenty of sleep! Crown would want you at your best :D”

fetch: “Y E AH :) TO AST WITH RO SE PET AL J AM M M  AND GO OD C E R EAL” [Yeah :) toast with rose petal jammm and good cereal]

[‘The Little Doll's Dream’ from the Ib OST starts playing]

fetch: “OO OO O GUITAR R R [ooooo guitarrr]

I LI KE GU IT AR” [I like guitar]

[donti: Prince, you have a very wide range of music in here! Where did you find so many songs?”]

Prince: “Oh, i just like to listen to a lot of things! These songs are from a game called Ib! You should play it :)“

[fetch: “IT I S A VER Y F UN G AME ! GARRY IS MY F AVOR I TE CH AR ACTER” [It is a very fun game! Garry is my favorite character]]

Prince: “Garry is my favorite, too! he's so nice! :D”

Bea (she/her): “I've heard of that game before. What's it about?”

[fetch: “A G IRL GO ES TO AN A RT ME USE UM AND THE N SHI T GE TS F UCKED LOL PAI NTINS COM E TO L IFE N S H JT” [A girl goes to an art museum and then shit gets fucked lol]]

Prince: “I guess... But i'd describe it a little differently...”

[”Inquiry” from the Ib OST starts playing]

fetch: “I M EAN AIN T THAT WH AT HAP PENS LOL” [I mean ain’t that what happens lol]

Prince: “A girl named Ib goes to an art exhibit and ends up in finding herself inside a painting! She meets a nice man named Garry and they have to make their way out together! There's lots of different endings and lots of puzzles! :)”

fetch: “MY DE S C RI PT ION W AS BE T TER LOL” [My description was better lol]

donti: “Oh! So its not a horror game?”

Prince: “It can be a little scary sometimes, but it's not terrible :)”

fetch: “ANYW AY NIC E B OPS IM GONNA GO EA T THE R ES T OF THE ROSE PETAL JAM :) Y UM BY E G UYS DONT FOR GET TO AS K CR OW N TH IN GS” [Anyway nice bops I’m gonna go eat the rest of the Rose Petal Jam :) Yum bye guys don’t forget to ask Crown things]

[donti: Alright! What other games do you play?]

Prince: “Lots of games! I like Skyrim, Overwatch, Undertale and Minecraft the most, though! :D”

[donti: “thats awesome! I like Minecraft too! I also play Pokemon and some rhythm games :D”]

Prince: “Ooh, what's your favorite Pokemon? i like Mimikyu and Ditto the most! :)”

donti: “Gengar and Joltik! the Mareep line is also pretty cool!”

Prince: “Oh, I have to get going! Crown's asking to see me :)

Bye bye! :D”

#by:prince #on:discord #by:fetch #if the crown fits

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laurel hemingway | 34 | true crime podcaster | psychic | lily james

tw: missing child, closeted sexuality

enfj | chaotic good | one of the funniest people you will ever meet and probably seen as a pain in the ass to most people who know her, too. but she doesn’t push too far and knows the line between funny and harsh when she teases people and her friends | her little brother went missing when she was younger and she’s kind of like??? not over it just yet, and that’s why she goes on to obsess over true crime and the paranormal. it gets to the point where she starts her own podcast and it gets super popular. it’s kinda like ‘last podcast on the (l)eft | when she’s not working on her podcast, she gives acting lessons to teenagers and children and her classes are pretty popular | will do anything for her friends | a fucking flirt oh my god | adopted by two parents who weren’t always home when she was younger. they still loved her but they worked long hours because they liked nice things | closeted bisexual

needs: group of friends based on IT (she’d be the richie!) , a girlfriend or a boyfriend or like??? some people to date around with (though she’s closeted bisexual), adoptive siblings, friends from all walks of life (like she doesn’t give a fuck about your species just as long as you’re fun, hell yeah!)

idiotsandwich#4968 if you’re interested in plotting with her

#c: laurel hemingway #cruelrp

[buckyownsmyheart]

Duty [2/12]

CHAPTER 2: Redefining Techno

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: Language and sexual tension. Accidental fondling

Series Summary: Ex-army doctor, and now on-mission-for-the-Avengers doctor, Major (Y/n) (Y/l/n), had prepared herself for anything. That was, of course, until she met a devastatingly charming Sergeant from Brooklyn with a quick wit and a kind smile. I wonder what will happen.

A/N: I love this poem, it had a massive influence on this story and is very similar to the reader’s mindset in this one! Thanks for all the love on Ch. 1, hope you enjoy this one as much x

Series Masterlist

Chapter 1

You and Bucky circled each other. You had hoped you would throw him off with your left-handed southpaw stance, but his face was unreadable. His crouching stance was near-perfect, and you were struggling to find a flaw in it. Or him for that matter.

“Did you know I boxed throughout University?” You teased, trying not to show your nerves, “Hope you’re ready to have you ass handed to you Barnes.”

“Did you know I’m a super-soldier?” He retaliated, “My ass is staying firmly where it is, Doc.”

You dove and dummied right, leading his hands from the centre before you jabbed him with your left for a quick body shot. He was too quick, and his right hand came down to parry your punch.

“Got to be quicker than that, Doc,” he smirked, “Every move you make is written all over your face.”

“I hope you’re not allergic to nuts,” sweat trickled down the back of your neck, “because I’m about to kick yours into your throat.”

His movements stalled and shock crossed his face, and you took your opportunity. Throwing your weight in his direction, putting him on the back foot, exactly where you wanted him. You didn’t even think when you jabbed at him. Left, left, right, duck, uppercut. Your uppercut missed as he swerved to the side, and you immediately stepped back on the defensive, not wanting to be too confident.

Your dog tags tinkled as you moved and Steve shouted, “She’s beating your ass, Barnes!” from outside the ring, before he walked out of the room, laughing heartily to himself. Bucky’s face contorted in irritation. Bouncing around on the balls of your feet, you gave him a wink, and he lunged at you.

This back and forth happened for a while, and you were knackered. Each of you got some good punches in, and whilst you’d like to say it was an even match, you knew Bucky was going easy on you. You would never admit it to his face, but you were grateful for that, because the full force of Bucky was sure to get you on the floor within seconds, and that went for more than just his boxing. 

“Alright, alright, I’m not sure I can go on much longer,” you panted. The leg you were putting your weight on was shaking, and the air you were breathing in felt uncomfortable in your lungs, giving a prickling sensation in your chest. “You win, I concede.”

“Well thank fuck for that,” Bucky grinned, “I’m about to collapse on my feet.” 

You both dropped your stances and flopped out of the ring. Well, you flopped, Bucky let himself down gracefully which annoyed you. How dare he look so put together when you might be dying. You sat with your back against the ring and gulped down some water, then offered him the bottle.

F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s lilt filled the gym, and you jumped out of your skin. “Mr. Barnes, Major (Y/l/n), you’re required in the briefing room.”

Bucky chuckled at your reaction, “Don’t worry, you get used to it, she’s quite comforting actually, a nice presence to have.”

“Sounds like you’ve got a crush, Sarge,” you chide, standing up. “Might want to put a lid on that, not having a physical form might put a slight damper on your relationship.”

He raised his eyebrows, “That’s all a relationship is to you?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know,”

-

In the briefing room, Tony Stark surveyed the seated team. “Lucky me, I get to take point on this one, even if some people think they’re better equipped.” Beside you, Steve bristled but said nothing. Tony continued, “Whilst the other team is working on everything related to Moonshine that they can find, we’re back to day-to-day fighting bad guys and keeping our very own New York safe as a pickle.”

You raised your hand tentatively, not sure whether it was the right thing to do, but it felt wrong to interrupt him mid-flow. Tony's eyes widened, “She’s polite, can we keep her?” He looked around, as if someone might answer him and then turned back to you. “You don’t have to raise your hand, interrupt me like everyone else, I’m used to it by now.”

“Right, sorry, I was just... uh,” you swallowed and tried to collect your thoughts to form a coherent sentence. “I appreciate the whole including me in the team and everything, but isn't it dangerous giving me all the information? Shouldn’t it be a need-to-know-basis? In case I get captured or something.” You met Tony’s gaze, but it was Steve that spoke,

“I’m afraid we’re going to be needing you on the frontlines Major. The missions change so frequently nowadays that it’s easier to have you working each case with us.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but Tony continued, “We know your qualifications, I have a feeling you’ll be fine.” You closed your mouth, not trusting any sound you might make to be vaguely human as nerves danced up your throat. And the briefing started.

“So, there’s a new tech dealer in town. Apparently, they’ve been getting their hands on my designs and recreating them, which just makes things personal. They’re under the EAG Casino on 36th street, meaning that we’re going to have to go in both as guests and a tactical team to assess the situation and take it down. Also, it would be great if a shoot-out didn’t occur. I made a promise to the manager.”

“Oh my god,” you blurted out, “Am I going to have to wear lycra? Because me and lycra disagree on so many points.” As everyone’s eyes turned to you, your cheeks heated up and you sunk a little lower in your seat. Okay, maybe that wasn’t the most important thing right now.

To your relief, Tony laughed. “Don’t worry Doc, I can reassure you the tactical gear isn’t lycra.” You nodded dimly and resting your hands on your hot cheeks, trying to cool them a little. Luckily, Tony continued, “I’ll be on the floor with Romanoff, Pete and Sam, and then dealing with the baddies is Steve, Barnes and Wanda. Doc I need you in with the tact team in case of injuries. Those on the floor are driving in for 2130, Pete you’re a waiter so need to be there an hour earlier for an introduction. The tact team need to enter via the backdoor that the kid will open at approximately 2145, and then go down the elevator shaft looking at the blueprints. Their thugs guard the rest.”

Tony flicked some more holograms around the room, “I’ve upgraded suits and added a whole load of new tech, just to show them who’s boss. Any questions? Nope? Good, get out of here.” 

Apparently, no-one ever waited for an answer to that question, which was unfortunate as you had so many questions buzzing around your head. 

You felt flustered and your mind was unsettled. It might have been the nerves, but also the fact that apprehending a tech dealer was just another day for these guys, whereas you had never done anything like this before.

Before everyone had left, Steve grabbed your attention, “Want to come with us to check out the new suits? We can go through the plan of attack at the same time, more efficient.” 

“What about a coffee first hey Stevie?” Wanda laughed gently, intertwining her arm into yours. A mellow feeling filled you as soon as her arm touched yours. Perhaps she had sensed how overwhelmed you were. You knew what you signed up for, but to be in the missions, alongside these famous heroes, and to be treated as one of them, was pretty difficult to prepare for. 

“Yeah, think a coffee might be good,” You smiled gratefully at Wanda, 

“We’ll meet you down there!” She called back, and she led you away from the group.

Once you got to the kitchen, she surrounded two mugs in swirling red mist, and placed one of the steaming mugs in front of you. As you brought it to your lips, a mild flowery taste surprised you.

“Chamomile tea?” You looked up at Wanda, questioning.

“My people believe that the earth smell brings you back down. It allows its serenity to inhabit the parts of the brain that the stresses emanate from.” She smiled, taking a sip from her own mug, “But also it’s pretty calming.” She added after a thought, amusement glinting in her eye.

“Thanks, Wanda, I appreciate it.” Hoping your voice conveyed your gratitude, and that she knew you didn’t just mean for the warm tea. But then again, you were in a room with a telepath. You leant on the side of the counter and cradled the mug, letting the warmth seep into your hands and slow your thoughts. You took a deep breath in and sighed heavily. Opening your eyes, you met Wanda’s peaceful ones. 

“You’ll get used to it,” she said softly. “They’re intimidating, frightening and often downright terrifying, but we’re also one big stupid family that has movie nights on Wednesdays and goes paintballing once a month. We’re with you. Always.”

You contemplated your words before answering, swirling the remaining tea at the bottom of your cup, “It’s not just that I’m worried about.” You swallowed a lump that was forming in your throat and staring intently at the tea leaf remnants swirling at the bottom of the tea. “New beginnings in my line often lead to the same ending. And I can’t help but assume the same fate will come to those beginnings.”

“Death comes to us all in the end, you prevent it far more than you cause it.”

“I know, but it’s a battle that I will be constantly fighting, always have done, always will do.” You feigned a smile and finished your tea before turning back to Wanda, “Didn’t peg you as a Harry Potter fan though, don’t think I didn’t recognise that quote.” 

She gave you a grin, “Who isn’t?” Placing her own mug down on the side, “Come on, let’s go see those suits before Tony has another heart attack from over-excitement.”

“He can at least wait to have a heart attack until I’m there, it’s only fair,” You chuckled.

-

Once you were alone down in the basement, you stood in the mirror, looking at your new suit in awe. You were badass in your tactical gear. You had a backpack that clipped in for all your medical supplies, two sheaths for knives on either thigh and one more in your boot. The thick soles of your shoes felt as light as feather, as if your feet were covered in foam. There was nothing like a new outfit, and one that made you feel this confident and was this comfortable was not something that you often came across. Today was going to be a good day. 

“F.R.I.D.A.Y., please can you play ‘Crazy Little Thing Called Love’ by Queen?”

“I’m not an Alexa, Major.” But despite her protestations, the unmistakeable twanging’s of the introduction filled the room, and you couldn’t help but move your feet. This had always been your dancing around the kitchen song. You bounced around the room and sang aloud, grateful for the soundproof walls, because your singing was closer to a screeching cat than, well, singing. Unfortunately, your singing was also both loud and terrible enough to mask the sound of someone else entering the room.

“Remind me to never ask you for a serenade.”

You whirled around, and of course Bucky Barnes would be the one person to walk in. You froze, “Alexa, please pause the music.”

“F.R.I.D.A.Y.” the room responded.

“Alexa, please pause the F.R.I.D.A.Y.” You then hesitated, grabbing your hoodie and shoving it over your gear, “I was- uh… testing it out?”

“Looked like it.” He sounded smug.

You stuck a finger in his chest, “Tell anyone about this moment, and I will rearrange your organs.”

“We’re sorting out the plan upstairs if you’re not too uh…” He gestured around him, “Busy.”

You grabbed your knives, placing them pointedly into your gear, and picking up another one for effect. You stalked past him, narrowing your eyes at him before heading up to the briefing room where Steve and Wanda were already waiting.

-

You looked down at your watch, 21:43, Tony’s voice filled your ear,

“How are you feeling on your first mission, Doc?”

“I’ll tell you what, I’m fucking James Bond. Daniel Craig better watch his ass.” This earned you a few chuckles. You felt like him though. Your new suit was featherlight, the familiar and comforting weight of a rifle in your arms and some new medical kit strapped to your back. Your contacts had the vitals of everyone you looked at written in a column on the side. Their heartrate, blood pressure, respiratory rate, haemoglobin levels. You weren’t sure at all how it knew all that, but you didn’t care, as long as it worked. 

The opening of a door in front of you brought you back to reality as Peter signalled you inside. He looked flustered, and his heart rate was alarmingly high.

“Please could you be quick? I’m so bad at waitering, they’re about to fire me on the spot. I can’t do anything right, it’s all so confusing and there are so many things to remember.”

“Aren’t you meant to be in one of the most prestigious high schools with a whole bunch of clever people?” Bucky asked, looking baffled, “And you’ve got powers?”

“Just because I have spidey sense, doesn’t mean I have common sense.”

Everyone laughed whilst moving past a slightly perplexed and bewildered Peter. It died out quickly, probably due to the nerves of the team that you could feel radiating in the air. The maintenance elevator shaft was just down the corridor on the left, and everyone moved with silence. Once you got there, Bucky and Steve made quick work of opening the elevator doors. If you got slightly side-tracked checking them out, you wouldn’t dare tell another soul. 

To get to the bottom, Wanda would levitate down, manipulating air around her to accommodate her weight and easing her down. Bucky and Steve abseiled down, but your suit had spine-like projections that grabbed onto the holes and ridges, lowering you down gently. The best part about it was that you could just sit and do absolutely fuck-all as things whirred and clicked around you, it was weirdly relaxing. 

Once you hit the bottom and the bottom elevator doors were opened, you encountered your first layer of men. The four men were easily taken down by the rest of the team without you having to get involved, but you had your rifle up and ready for back-up if it was needed. The room that they were guarding seemed to be a large vault, with a wheel covering the breadth of the door. Bucky took out an object from one of his many pockets and placed it in the centre of the wheel where there was a keypad. It caused some clangs and ticks before the wheel spun around, leaving the door to swing open before you.

Inside the vault were tables filled with various tech. Some of it you recognised as Tony’s tech, including some thrusters that had been adapted into hand-held weapons. Sonic tasers designed to paralyse and incapacitate the enemy through a frequency. Some drones, a range of glasses that you assumed contained A.I.’s and photostatic veils from what you could recognise, but there must have been thousands of products here. The other oddity was that there was no-one in the room, or at least no-one that was reacting to their loud entry. Steve whispered into his comms, “Something doesn’t feel right, I’m deploying the bots.”

Having missed the gear-up brief by Tony, you were not prepared for three humanoid creatures to manifest from Cap’s shield, unfolding themselves and standing guard around you. The team started to move methodically around the place, starting in a line and breaking out, everyone on high alert. 

Tony spoke into the comms once again, “How we doing team footloose?” Before anyone could answer, a gravelly voice boomed throughout the room.

“In a room with so many explosives, don’t you think it’s a bit of a hazard flashing those guns around?” 

In front of you, Bucky’s face was a mix of surprise and anger. He motioned for the team to keep down. The bots were on high alert, scanning the room and spreading out to find the source of the voice. Without warning, a high-pitched screech filled the air, and you felt like your brain was being squeezed. You vision tunnelled and without realising you had dropped to the floor, and curled into a ball, your hands over your ears. 

At some point, the noise stopped but you couldn’t hear it over the ringing that remained in your ears. Someone had grabbed you and pulled you to your feet, but you were struggling to focus your vision. Trying to ground yourself, you focused on your surroundings. You felt the floor under your feet, a cold sweat forming on your forehead, a strong arm holding you upright, and as you came back to reality, you were aware of something against your throat. Uh-oh. You stiffened under the arm, realising that you were stuck in a situation. 

You caught sight of Wanda lying on the floor, some red mist angrily swirled around her fingers, but almost as if they were stuck behind an forcefield, unable to get past an invisible barrier. The bot nearest you had seemed to be dismantled, with parts scattered around. Bucky and Steve were looking at you, they had clearly recovered faster than you and were on high alert judging by their postures. That probably wasn’t a good sign. You looked down at the man’s arm holding you, and your contacts showed his vitals. His heart rate was high, but his blood pressure was normal, suggesting that if he was anxious, he had been anxious for longer than us being in the compound. 

You could vaguely hear Steve saying something patriotic, but it was amazing how quickly you had taken Sam’s advice and learnt to tune it out. Bucky, however, was looking at your face. You had a plan, but needed him to understand what it was, and so you went about trying to communicate it. Meeting his eye, you pointed to a pull-cord on your belt, and flicked your eyes down to it, trying to shift his attention. Luckily, he caught on, and nodded ever so slightly.

Whilst the man was distracted by Steve’s rousing speech, you swiftly pulled the cord down, initiating the mechanism. Stark’s nanotech moved to surround every inch of your body. Some tell-tale clacks took the man’s attention away from Steve, but it was too late. A clever mix of mirrors, cameras and projections had rendered you invisible. You dropped to the floor whilst the man was still in shock and rolled away from his ankles towards Bucky, tapping him gently on the foot, and staying absolutely still as to not appear as a shimmer. After your signal, Bucky shot the man in the forehead and he fell back, the look of surprise still mapped across his face, dead before he hit the floor. 

“Team footloose requesting clean-up team and someone to reclaim all of their tech,” Steve commanded into the tiny microphone before turning back to Bucky and a now rising Wanda, “Major? Where are you? You can turn back now.”

“Slight issue,” you stood up, feeling around your suit, “Not sure there’s an undo button.” 

Bucky reached out to try and help you, but he didn’t quite realise how close you were, and you yelped as he accidentally whacked you. “Ouch!” you squeaked, “That was my boob!” You then couldn’t help but laugh as Bucky stuttered out an apology and his face turned bright red. 

You placed a hand on his shoulder to let him know where you were, and fully seized this opportunity to admire every aspect of Bucky’s face as he looked around wildly, trying to find a glimmer or hint as to where you were. With the threat gone, you were feeling appreciative of the finer things in life. 

After the team had reconvened together and you were successfully restored to your normal physical presence, you found yourself very much ready for bed. It seemed being a hero was hard work.

Chapter 3

tags:

@broco8​ @nerd-without-a-cause​ @sebbbystaaan​ @cutiepiemimi13​  @velvetwonderbucky​ @mcubuckyandsteve 

#bucky x reader #bucky x y/n #bucky x you #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes series #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #duty #b.b fanfic

[sims-creations]

[derek despairing] „fuck you, elizabeth! [mumbling] yeah, you heard me! fuck you for doing this to me!“

left to wait for her to finally reach out to him again, derek felt like he was close to losing it for good this time. women like her have always been his biggest weakness, unable to see the danger in their manipulation and dominance!he pitting himself, derek was sure it happened again; he had once again fallen for the wrong woman, one that did not appreciate all the good he brought to the table, only taking and leaving him dry eventually. that‘s over now, he swore to himself. no more bullshit! no more putting up with entitled bitches!“

#sims #ts4 #sinclair legacy season 7 #derek williams

[uclaradio]

Latinx Punks’ Style Against Societal Norms

Article by Samantha Garduno

Photographs by Karina Jaramillo and Kelvin Cerezo

In the United States, white supremacist and patriarchal ideologies create societal norms causing a struggle for survival among marginalized youth. Latinx kids from Los Angeles are currently trying to create their own space in order to openly perform their identities and ideas in an oppressive society. The punk genre is a loud and fast-paced form of music that speaks about the failures of society. Classism, Sexism, and Racism are all issues that limit the growth of marginalized youth. This genre encourages rebellious youth movements against oppressive social norms and government institutions. The punk scene is a form of spatial entitlement and sonic space among Latinx youth trying to survive in Los Angeles. The rebellious aspect of the punk scene is shown through Latinx fashion; their style is considered as nonconforming. The dark “edgy” clothes worn by these youth is critical in giving the space meaning and allows the representation of Latinx punk identities. Conservative adults look down upon Punk Latinx groups because they look intimidating and problematic. However, interacting with these Latinx Punks and hearing their stories it reveals how empowered they are by claiming a space that is rarely inclusive towards their identity.

The aggression and rebellion that is seen through Latinx Punk style is a product of marginalized kids’ creation of subcultures in order to help them survive discrimination and racism. Their styles showcase empowerment and unity among Latinx youth. They are able to separate themselves from mass culture to seek their own individuality. In the following photos, I will present some images from the OC Punk Fest of Latinx youth embodying the punk culture. At the fest, I asked them to introduce themselves, share their identities, and why the punk subculture is important to them. After hearing their stories, I learned that these Latinx punks are visionaries and want to present themselves through their fashion, ideas, and music. They are making an impact in today’s society by being themselves.

Left to Right: Jagger Age 16, Sydney Mendez Age 16, Rodrigo Hernandez Age 15, Daisy Gonzales Age 16, Andrew Hernandez Age 17 (Shot by Karina Jaramillo)

Sidney Mendez: “My name is Sidney, I'm 16 years old. I live in Placita. I’m Latina and Columbiana. Punk is something that has been a part of my life because it runs in my family. My mom was in a band when she was younger and so she taught me basically everything she knows about punk music. It’s basically something that I’ve been listening to my whole life and never got over it. ��Punk music is more than just listening and liking how it sounds, it makes me feel alive because of how my adrenaline rises. It’s a contest feeling of happiness for me and it brings me and my friends closer because we share the same interest in music.”

Left to Right: Aurora Zavala Age 20, Karina Perez Age 20, Leslie Mayorga Age 19 (Shot by Karina Jaramillo)

Aurora Zavala: “My name is Aurora Zavala I'm 20 years old I'm latina. The way I dress is inspired by some of my favorite musicians from the '80s and of course, I incorporate my own taste into it. It's important to me because I feel like it represents everything that I like.” Karina Perez: “Well hi my name is Karina Perez I’m 20 years I live in South Central Los Angeles. I’m Latina. Well for me it’s a representation of who I am what I like and it’s important to me because I’m representing the punk scene in some way since we are underrepresented and not really paid attention to an extent. It also represents us female since it’s very dominated by males and shows that females do exist in the punk scene that were out here changing the scene and representing it. And also it is a part of me and my style and who I am as a person.” Leslie Mayorga: “My name is Leslie Mayorga I’m 19 years old and I’m from Los Angeles, I identify as Hispanic. My style varies a lot it’s usually lots of black 80s-esqué garments like dresses, trousers, blazers, etc. I love jewelry too! I’ve made earrings and stuff like that. I feel like the reason I like to dress the way I do has a lot to do with how I express myself and want to physically project myself to others, a lot of times people stare at me and mad dog me and I know the reason for that is because of how I look (dress, hairstyle, makeup) and in a way making people angry or uncomfortable in that sense can be liberating because it’s obvious that if someone feels threatened it’s because they are looking at something they don’t know or even bother to understand/respect and I find it kinda funny and kinda sad how people can be so judgmental. Part of it too is that I just love putting outfits together and adding little details. Fashion and style can be very empowering.”

Far Right: Ramon Torres Age 19 (Shot by Karina Jaramillo) Ramon Torres: “Ramon Torres (19) Hispanic. My style is a mix of 90s grunge/punk/hipster style. It’s just a combination of all the things I enjoy listening to or things I find appealing to wear. Usually set myself apart from the general population that wears the new high-end brands while I just thrift most my stuff to save money and mix it up. My style is significant to me because it gives a satisfaction that I don’t look like everyone else and it gives me confidence. This is basically saying to everyone else “This is me, I dress weird and that’s okay.” I always had a sense of style, however, my current style was influenced by OC punk scene going on right now where punk is still seen as abnormal and crazy!”

Anai Mata, Age 19 wearing a distress Black Flag Police Story shirt and a cheetah print skirt (Shot by Karina Jaramillo) Anai Mata: “Anai Mata, age 19, born Chula Vista raised Moreno Valley, I am Mexican American, first language Spanish. My style has a lot of rock and roll roots, my dad was a metal head and I would see pictures of him; he'd talk about the music but in very little interest. When of course I was interested. He has the photo of him and his old friend and they're both in heavy leather jackets and hightop Nikes; I thought it looked badass. Anyway, music wise I started off listening to Rage Against the Machine when I was 5 years old and from there  I built up a style, you know. My first punk bands were The Adolescents, Conflict, The Casualties, The Clash, and Circle Jerks. I always thought about the punk scene/music was revolutionary. The style itself was fucking everyone off right and it was an outcast thing. That's goes with me. My parents didn't let me dress myself under up to 5th grade and I would dress casual. At the age of 12 through 15, I was making my own shit(jeans, cut shirts and shit like that). I started attending backyard shows at 13 because my brother had this band, so therefore I was exposed to the Moreno valley punk/ska/indie. It was all mixed in from what I remember. Throughout high school I had my docs and patches I shaved my hair into a tri-hawk and would wear it up every day. My dad has beat me up because of the way I would dress and stuff. It wasn't cool but it’s important because it shows the ones that want to see you "normal" or "una pinche niña adolescente" like it’s a big FUCK”

Nathan Salazar Age 15 (Shot by Kelvin Cerezo) Nathan Salazar: “My name is Nathan Salazar.  I am 15 years old and I’m from Long Beach, California. I am Hispanic and Guatemalan. My style isn’t exactly the same as everyone else; I like to dress in my own way where I feel comfortable. I like to paint my nails black and wear docs and tuck in my shirt with cut sleeves and wear a bandana around my leg. I paint my nails and wear the bandana because I hate the fashion now and everyone looks the same and it bugs me. I just try to do the opposite like painting my nails to show that I don’t care that “painting your nails is for females. ” The scene is important to me for many reasons. I’m glad punk rock is still thriving because if it weren’t I would be one bored mf but also it gives me a reason just to go out and be with people I can call my friends because we all feel the same about things and how we think people on the outside are. I’m thankful for the scene because how it brings us together in every way not just through feeling but through the love for punk rock and without the scene I don’t even think I’ll have my own band, The Neurotics, and it encourages me and my band just go hard every time we play because we can’t look sorry. I love the people in it yeah everyone’s not perfect but the people I’ve met I’m thankful for that people are really humble.”

#latinx #punk #punk style #latinx punks #punks #la music #los angeles #culture #ucla radio #college radio #other

[attempting-authenticity-blog]

My First Post

So, to cut a long story short, I’ve recently been watching a lot of talks by Gabby Bernstein (for those of you who don’t know her, please check her out on YouTube) - anyway, she talks about how powerful it is to write and share your story. So I did just that, with varying responses from friends. And now I’m going to write it out for you...

I used to really love getting fucked up. Until I didn’t. I was on the outside, even when I was on the inside.

It all changed when I got so messed up that I thought I’d broken my brain chemistry and I’d never be happy again. So I left. I left the environment, I left the people and I left the town.

There were a few years where I still got fucked up. In the new environment. I made poor choices, I had a toxic relationship with men, and underneath that was the toxic relationship that I had with food.

Drugs are cool, but food? That was the enemy. The gym? Loved it. Or that’s what I thought anyway. It was just another way to control my body.

My relationship with my body was one of pure distrust. I would hate myself thin and wonder why I still wasn’t happy with how I looked.

When I was the most ‘sick’ was when the compliments would come flooding in. Until they didn’t.

“You look great, have you lost weight?”

“You must have so much willpower!”

“What’s your secret?!”

“…Are you ok?”

“I’m worried about you”

“You’ve gone too far”

 And then my body was like Fuck. This.

So I ate again. And I kept on eating like I was trying to fill a void of my own creation. And I still hated myself. I couldn’t tell the difference between how I felt when I was thin and how I felt when I was fat.

Somewhere along the line I started reading the work of Rachel Foy. That was my starting point. And I rebelled so har.

I was lucky enough to get a free call with Rachel and it changed my life. It was the first glimpse I had of freedom.

After that I absorbed everything that I could get my hands on. YouTube, books.

I still wasn’t sure if I was #BOPO, but I was open to try anything that would stop me from hating myself.

At some point I tried yoga and meditation and EFT.

My story has many tangents, and if you’re reading this then I make no apologies for my messy, imperfect perfection.

Yoga was great, but then I stopped. I now realise that it’s about the journey, and not where you end up.

Then I read about intuitive eating and this fucking ridiculous concept that I could eat whatever I want? Yeah ok, that’s bullshit, she thought.

Turns out, I wasn’t going to eat pizza and ice cream every day if I truly allowed myself to. Somewhere along the line I was like “meh, I could really go something different now”.

I’m still navigating this, but my relationship with food is no longer dictated by good and bad. I eat whatever the fuck I want, and sometimes that’s pizza and sometimes that’s broccoli.

Ok, so let’s fast forward to now and this is what I’m learning:

1)    Exercise makes me feel good – right now I’m only doing yoga and that’s ok.

2)    I have serious JOMO (Joy Of Missing Out)

3)    I’m and introvert – ISFJ for all you MBTI nerds out there.

4)    Food doesn’t have power over me anymore.

5)    I can take or leave alcohol, and I choose not to take drugs.

I’m not perfect, but that’s ok. I am exactly where I need to be.

[xdiaryofbambi]

It’s so hard to know what’s real and what isn’t. I am Obsessive. I don’t know if I don’t trust myself because I don’t trust myself or if I don’t trust myself because it’s safer to believe that I can never change. It’s newly April and I’ve went through - 1, 2, 3, 4, .... 5 diets this year. It never ends. Each one, “this time is going to be different.” I started a daily to-do list including meditation, reading, writing every day... it was Life Changing... that lasted a week and a half. I broke up with my girlfriend. I’m lonely now. I want to be in love again. I swore off love. It’s been two months. I stepped into celibacy for the first time in my life. For a year, I promised. I fucked someone three months later. Nobody has to know that. Deleted all social media. I type urls into the searchbar and creep from afar, is that cheating? Now I’ve decided I’m going back to college and I’m buying 7 vitamins come next paycheck. Oh yeah, I paid $200 that I didn’t have for an online psychologist and cancelled her two weeks later- nonrefundable. I never even messaged her, maybe once. I was going to become an artist overnight sometime last week. I went to a tattoo convention with my friend. I was destined for tattooing. That lasted approximately 3 days. Now I’m back to psychology and holistic healing, a combination -truthfully, it’s this and writing that I always fall back to. I don’t know why I try and push them out. I guess, because me, a holistic healer? Previously, fucking HILARIOUS. This is the first time in my adult life that I’ve been sober for more than a month. I chain smoke cigarettes. I fucked everything. So maybe.. there’s hope now. The fact that I can type a sentence involving and not decapitating hope.. maybe means something different. Every time I read the fact that it takes ‘21 days to build a habit’ it blows my mind. I relearn it every time, because I can’t believe it. Because if that’s true, in my twenty six (flashback to me forgetting how old I was last week in front of my coworker, truly, no idea- messaged my cousin to find out) in my 26 years of life, I have never maintained a single anything for 21 days. Never. Not once. No dramatics. So I guess, that’s why I’m scared to trust myself. Oh yeah, I’m also giving up sugar for the billionth time, (a replacement diet since I failed every other one), giving up caffeine (I work at a coffee shop) and I for the first time have the desire to quit smoking. I don’t know what I want from myself. I make it too hard. Is it? I googled “what are the point of mantras” today. I am trying to be kinder to myself. According to mantras, I am supposed to say, “I am kind to myself.” Reminder: Google EFT.

#diary #bpd #recovery #bipolar #queer #qpoc #lbgt #bisexual #borderline #mental health #mentally ill #writing #writings

[inkheart01]

The Crossover conundrum

Or the DOOM x EFTS crossover nobody but I was interested in

Alternative title: Someone builds a dimensional hole puncher and the first one thru is Doomguy

I'll edit when I have enough brainpower to make words do the pretty thing. Bonapitete. Enjoy. Here's my disaster. adios

The day started like any other, though Calle didn’t know whether to call it day, night, dawn or dusk, or everything and anything in between considering she was floating around in a giant warship in some sector of the galaxy that she had no possible way to pronounce. She took pride in knowing that she was the furthest human away from Earth. No, that was a lie. Last she had checked, Jade was on the other side of the ship. But still, the sentiment was valid.

A rough blow to her shin spurred the young woman out of her stupor. She whipped towards the culprit, who was buried half under a giant ring, deep in the guts of the mechanism. Calle didn’t know what it was and didn’t want to.

Jemma pushed herself out from the behemoth, signing for a helping hand before clambering back under, pale face stained with dirt and mousy hair slick from sweat.

Calle reached towards the nearby mess of supply’s, handing Jemma exactly what she had asked for.

Which meant that moments later, she had front row seats to watch as the girl channelled her inner high schooler and rocket out from under the ring, tossing the literal hand with all the strength and speed of a professional pitcher.

And then she came for Calle, going straight for the talkers ankles as she ran, laughing and crying in mad glee.

Almost lost in the cacophony of joy, the machine beeped loudly, once, twice, three times.

Then it screamed.

Bathing the room in a violent red glow, it sprung to life, gears and cogs churning as it wailed, beeping and flashing in a wild symphony of horror.

The two girls sprung to action, Calle slamming the button to the intercom, screaming over the chaos as Jemma lunged towards the beast, twisting knobs and levers in a mad attempt to silence it. Time seemed to drag on ph so slowly as the two battled against the towering ring, desperate to quell it before the ship tore in half from its quakes.

They almost missed the door shuddering open like a camera, an influx of children and aliens pouring into the room and into action.

Jade was still in her flight suit, and Calle briefly realised that she would have to apologise again. The self-proclaimed pilot never got to fly.

Ian raced to help Jemma with the controls alongside Rochelle and Hunter, the towering aliens orange complexion drowned out by the violent red.

The only one who seemed to sink deeper into the glow was Max, who, alongside Hayley and Bayley and Adam, took up defensive positions around the machine, guns drawn and ready for anything that emerged.

The rest, Calle, Jade, Eviee and Maeve rushed to tear into the machine but were forced back by another shudder.

Which meant that the whole of the Lazarus’ VIP crew had first-class access to the portal swirling with a sickening green, and a metal giant emerging.

Towering and frightening, the human emerged from the portal, shotgun at the ready and so impossibly imposing.

Clad in green armour, the man was a sight.

And then he charged. Far too fast for anything human, he barrelled past Jade, past Ian and Adam. Straight for the triplets standing guard.

Calle cried out a warning, unable to help as the siblings leapt aside, followed closely by the man.

And then, almost in slow motion, the door opened again, revealing the tiny shape of Emily, bathed in light. She stood with her bear clutched tight, eyes wide and searching. “Teddy?”

And the man froze, turning to the six-year-old in shock.

Taking the moment of opportunity, Max lunged, all 11feet and 4inches of alien crashing into the man like a freight train.

But the man was quicker, spinning out of the Rashikk’s way. But he didn’t account for the aliens head-tail.

Quick as a whip, the length shot forward, desperately trying to wrap around his armoured neck, but with little luck. And so Max lunged again, dodging the arm blade and pulling the man to the floor with a strength that anyone who had seen a Rashikk fight, would know was a mere fraction of their might.

And anyone who knew Max, also knew that he was just waiting for an opportunity to unleash hell.

And that presented itself in the armoured man on the floor, who, with startling strength, pushed the alien off and lunged for his Shotgun, the weapon having been knocked aside in the calamity.

But Adam was faster, nimble and quick, he scrabbled for the gun, tossing his rifle to Calle who easily slid into his place, gun aimed at the man and finger on the trigger. Adam slid under the man's arm, gun in hand as the warship lurched.

The armoured man slid, unaccustomed to Vivaane’s piloting, or the alarming nimbleness of the Lazarus, and Max took the opportunity to force the man's helmet off and knocking him out in the process.

Hours later, after the crews buzzing had died down, Captain Kalishnamara strode was not the medical wing, intent on finding out what the incident was this time.

But nothing could prepare her for what she saw when the doors opened.

Eight humans flitted around the room, Emily was perched on Max’s bed, bear in her lap as she laughed at her adopted father's antics. Eviee and Jemma, ever the scientists, were drilling into the half armoured man confined to the room, a dark robot at his side, translating. Jade, Rochelle and Ian were watching, transfixed as the Rashikk triplets tried and failed to beat Adams score for the fastest time to take apart and re-assemble a gun.

And then there was the Askiir, Maeve, the one she trusted the least, who was hovering nervously around Eviee. She had nothing against him personally, but when one gas the ability to manipulate emotions, there will always be a slight distrust, at least in her experience, Eviee seemed fine with the lanky bug.

Jade was the first to notice Kalishnamara and snapped to attention seconds before everyone else, bare the two newcomers, and Emily who was using the wrong hand, but no one held that against her, and if they did, the Lazarus fleet was always ready for a hunt.

“At ease. Alright, I’ll keep it simple. Someone’s already given me the incident report and I’ll get around to it when I have the patience”, Eviee made quick work of translating the Rashikk’s odd symphony of clicks and whistles that made up their spoken language. “All I want to know is if there is a body count”

“Not today”, Bayley answered cheekily, earning a laugh from those in the room that could understand, and leaving the last two to Waugh’s for Eviee translation.

“Good. Let’s keep it that way a little longer”, finally moving from the doorway, she stalked towards the newest members of her VIP crew, noting something peculiar in the way they communicated.

Leaning down as not to be overheard, she motioned to Jemma. “You both speak in the language of hands, yet you cannot understand each other without translations. Why is this?”. Though she was still not fluent in Jemma’s hand language, she understood enough of the basics to cobble together a sentence.

‘Different hand language. Different Home’

“I see. Thank you”. The captain rose to her full height, and the man glared, unknowingly annoyed at feeling oddly small not once, nor twice, but three times since coming through the portal. Was this what everyone else felt when he walked past?

Eviee dutifully translated the aliens oddly melodic language, a strange sound to come from creatures so adept at war.

“On behalf of the Crew and Residents, I welcome you aboard the Lazarus” the robot thanked her, introducing himself and the man. Flynn and Vega. Odd names, but who was she to judge. “I am Captain and Fleet Commander Kalishnamara. But you may call me Lisa. It is a nickname, as I am told.

“You will be regarded as VIP guests while aboard, much like everyone in this room. Please, referring from breaking any of my men why we try to get you home. Now, any questions?”

“Just one actually”, Vega spoke up, “how can you understand them?”

It took Lisa an embarrassingly long time to realise that the robot had been talking to Eviee, who was desperately hiding her laughter from the confused Captain. But still, she managed to pull her source up and reveal the thick golden band around her bicep. “Universal translator. It hurt like hell but is incredibly useful. The downside, both speaking parties have to have one to be able to communicate.”

Flynn turned to look towards Emily, who was squealing as Max and Rochelle bickered.

“What’s the diagnosis doc?”

“You want my diagnosis? Your gonna fuckin die!”

“Don’t worry about her”, Eviee waved off the giants concern. “She doesn’t have one. We’re working on an alternative”

At that same moment, Lisa turned towards Max. “I was told that no major injuries were sustained. Why are you in Ned at?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. The beds are just comfortable”

Lisa sighed as she left the room, muttering about needing a drink. Followed by Jade, Calle, Ian and Adam, the rest of the Chaos club, two aliens, a robot and a confused mountain of a man and a six-year-old and her stuffed bear.

The day ended like any other, in that the Days without Incident board was wiped clean, five new reports were written up, and the crew was abuzz. The only new thing being that the armoury was now locked, indefinitely.

#EFTS #DOOM #God these kids #its a wonder there still fucking alive #Doomguy: Sees child #Also Doomguy: The fuck is you? #G/T #If you squint #Minigiants maybe #my writing #FUCK YEAH EFTS #Escape From The Stars

[ask-the-information-specialist]

Just keep running Mal, you’ll have to find an exit eventually.

yeah; exactly; i’ll get out of here;

[As he turns a corner, he realizes a little too late that there’s not another bend, and no off-branching passages.]

no; no no no no no no no no no; i-; i have to get out of here i have to;

fuck; i’ll go back to one of the passages; i can take my chances in the main halls;

Oh? Can you?

[He whips around, eyes going wide as he sees Destal at the other end of the corridor. The seadweller starts to approach him.]

Com3 on, Ma||y. You can’t run anymor3. You on|y hav3 on3 choic3 |eft.