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Heaven In Time

Chapter 1

Chapter 2: Am I A Con Man Or A Brother?

Danny Wagner x Sam Kiszka

Summary: A year or so after meeting, Sam and Danny are on the road again and hope to get through Sam's home state of Alabama with no trouble. Easy enough, right?

Tags: Religious trauma, hella guilt tripping/mentions of religious upbringing, Fighting, sauciness but no outright smut, healthy ass relationship

Words: 5.6k

A/N: Welcome back! Sorry! Let me know what you think. Chap 3 is in progress 👀 Also this is kinda random but would any of y'all be interested in a playlist for this fic? Do people still do that?

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“You gonna be good while I go in?”

“Ye of little faith.”

“You, mister, of chatting mouth and wayfaring legs.”

“Since when do you complain about my legs? You didn’t seem to mind ‘em when they were over your sh-”

“Hey now, hey now, okay. What did I just say about behaving yourself? Jesus Christ.”

Sam laughed brashly as he hopped up on the hood of the truck and made a show of crossing his legs with an angelic smile. Danny, standing over Sam with a firm grasp on his chin, rolled his eyes with the beginnings of a smile spreading over his tan face. It had turned out that Danny’s initial baseless accusations of Sam’s rebellious attitude had proven to be mostly accurate, with the only difference being that Sam’s tendency to wander around fell more on the side of striking up friendships with random strangers and impeding their errands schedule rather than picking fights with vagrants and ending up in the back of sketchy white vans. Over the last year they’d spent on the road, Sam’s increasing confidence and grasp on individuality had given him a smart mouth and big opinions. Gone were the days of the meek, awkward preacher’s son with a guilty conscience that sat on his chest like a rock. Now he stood tall with a proud demeanor and, more often than not, in cut off denim shorts with a cigarette hanging from his bitten lips. 

Sam settled on the hood in that same fashion then, pulling a cigarette from the pack bulging in the front pocket of his tiny shorts and sticking it in his mouth, pleadingly pushing it out towards Danny with a calculated batting of his lashes to get the point across. Danny rolled his eyes again but quickly pulled a lighter from his pocket and lit it up, secretly very pleased to be the one to dote on Sam. Despite Sam’s drastic change in personality making him a far cry from the dusty hitchhiker Danny had picked up back in Texas, Danny’s affection only grew as the months passed them by. It was weird for him to look back on how this trip had begun: alone and directionless, setting off from his family farm in Florida with no one at his side. Sometimes when they were driving, Danny found it hard to recall a time without Sam’s passenger side chatter. How did he get as far as Texas without it? Silence was distressing to him now. Still, he found great fun in requesting it of Sam.

“Just stay here and be quiet,” Danny requested with faux exasperation. “I’m only gonna be in there for a few minutes for snacks and paying for gas and the bathroom. I don’t want to come out to you preaching to your huddled masses like that time in Santa Ana.”

“I know,” Sam whined. “How many times do I have to tell you those guys came up to me?”

“Watch your tone,” Danny whispered as he leaned in, his grasp returning to Sam’s jaw. “What you should know is that I want to get us through Alabama as fast as possible, okay? For you, Sammy, remember that.”

“Yeah,” Sam grumbled, removing the cigarette from his lips with a guilty frown. “I do know. Sorry, daddy.”

Sam batted his lashes again and watched Danny’s face flicker at his words. It was a cheap trick, but it certainly didn’t hurt to slip in Danny’s favorite nickname every once in a while to win his favor in a matter of seconds. 

“It’s okay,” Danny instantly assured him, melting like he always did at the title Sam had appointed him. It only ever trickled into their daytime conversations when Sam was being truly appreciative. He gave Sam a quick kiss before letting him go and taking a step towards the gas station itself. 

“5 minutes max, I promise.”

“Go already,” Sam grinned, waving with a royal flourish as Danny tossed him a wink and went through the chiming doors of the gas station, leaving Sam to take a drag from his cigarette and watch its smoke unfurl into the clear sky above. It was a still, sweltering summer day, the kind of familiar weather that kept Sam aware of their presence in his home state. There was no way to get to their destination of Danny’s Floridian hometown without going through Alabama, which Sam kept swearing up and down would be no issue to him, despite the both of them knowing that Sam would no doubt have at least one instance of grief. So far he was having no problems, and as he absently bounced his shoe and closed his eyes against the comforting sun, Sam started to actually feel optimistic.

After a minute, Sam became aware of the creeping feeling that he was being watched. With his eyes closed it felt unfounded, but when gut instinct and a rolling chill over his otherwise sweaty skin told him to peek and assess his surroundings, he realized that he had good reason for it. 

Outside the gas station standing on the ledge of sidewalk facing the last pump was a young man dressed in a short sleeved, cream colored button down staring directly at Sam. His features were blurry because of the distance and because Sam only had one eye open to assess him, but Sam could see that he had his dark, shoulder length hair pulled into a neat, low ponytail and that he grasped a stack of pamphlets in his hands. This tidy, modest appearance hit a little too close to home for Sam and he scowled remembering when something similar used to be his daily attire. Danny had joked about Sam’s preaching, but he and his brothers really did used to stand on sidewalk corners like the guy in front of him now, waving their hands and crying out with adolescent passion. His scowl deepened and he closed his eyes.

Great, Sam thought in annoyance, pursing his lips against his cigarette. Rookie mistake to actually make eye contact with the guy. Now he’s gonna be over here any minute now asking me about my relationship with God. That’s gotta be the last thing I wanna think about right now. No, thank you.

Another few minutes passed and the creeping unease remained in the pit of Sam’s stomach and kept his ears perked uncomfortably. With an irritated sigh, he opened his eyes again and saw that, sure enough, the sidewalk preacher was still staring him down. He had even moved up a couple pumps, now only a few feet away from Sam. Doing his best not to look at the guy, Sam groaned and slid off the hood of the car, flicking his cigarette onto the pavement and crushing it under the rubber sole of his Converse. The man took this as an opportunity to hastily approach. Sam couldn’t help but give a theatrical sigh at the sight, leaning his head back to stare at the sky for another moment as a last ditch effort to ground himself before the inevitable nonsense. 

He must have seen me and Danny, Sam concluded mentally. And now he’s here to save my soul from our sinful ways. Whoopee.

“Listen, man, I don’t want any trouble,” Sam started, already frustrated. “I know the spiel, okay? God didn’t work for me, it’s nothing personal.”

“Sammy?”

Sam’s head immediately jerked forward to properly face the man in front of him. In an instant, he was drowned in cold and felt his knees threaten to buckle. He struggled not to disassociate, breathing urgently through his nose as his lips shut and refused to part. 

How could he have stared right into this face and not seen who it was in an instant? There was no else whose voice would crack with such specific inflection over his nickname; a nickname never given freely, mind you. 

The round brown eyes constantly shadowed from worry and late night prayer. The combed dark hair and disciplined posture. 

It was Jake, his brother, a thousand times over.

“Sammy,” Jake repeated. He sounded worn down and nearly pleading, seemingly just as baffled as Sam about seeing his brother before him.

Sam couldn’t speak, couldn’t think. His thoughts were thick with shame and gave no more room for that last little spark of hope that he could make it through Alabama unscathed. All he could do was gawk at Jake, who gawked right back at him with what he knew was a near identical expression to his own. He had always felt he existed as some warped mirror of Jake, and here he was, pressed up against the glass yet again when he thought he’d shattered it long ago.

“What are you doing here?” Sam whispered. With their hometown miles out from the provincial rest stop they were at, Sam was becoming increasingly convinced that Jake’s presence was a mirage brought on by the heat.

“What are you doing here?” Jake countered. His eyes were wild and darted over Sam head to toe. A hand came up to grasp his forehead, a nervous tic that Sam remembered (of course) and found oddly comforting to see after all this time.

“Gas,” Sam answered dumbly. It was true, but obviously not the answer Jake was looking for. Sam felt close to tears in a manner of seconds when hurt flashed over Jake’s face, clearly from Sam’s cold brevity and…well, everything.  

“So, you have a car now?”

“I-”

“Come on, babe, what’d I say? No mingling!”

Sam had hardly registered the crisp bell of the gas station doors cheerily bursting open, revealing Danny with an armful of beers and wrapped sandwiches. He wore a bright smile as he usually did when he was with Sam, and Sam watched helplessly as it fell at the sight of Sam’s face painted with frozen desperation. Never taking his eyes off of Sam, Danny set his treasures down on his seat through the truck’s open window and was at Sam’s side in a second, a protective hand already up to shove Jake back if need be. 

“Can I help you, man?” Danny asked curtly, glaring down at Jake with his dark eyebrows furrowed menacingly.

“Who is this guy?” Jake asked Sam in an amused tone, as if he truly couldn’t believe that Sam would go anywhere near Danny. When Jake had known him, it would have been a fair assumption for him to make, but now there was nothing further from the truth.

“Who are you?” Danny shot right back, adjusting to stand partly in front of Sam. His shield and sword all rolled into one. Sam felt grateful for his protection but knew it was unnecessary. 

“Danny, this is, uh, my brother,” Sam introduced nervously, putting a hand on his bare arm and giving it a calming squeeze. “Jake, this is Danny.”

Jake held out a polite hand for Danny to shake, which he obliged with a mistrustful squint of his hazel eyes. In Sam’s stories about his childhood, Jake had never really been the enemy in any of them, save for silly childhood disputes. But his compliance never made him a hero either, and Sam knew that Danny was recalling all he could remember of Sam’s brothers from the rude way he pulled his hand back from the handshake. Jake didn’t appear to care at all, turning his gaze on Sam once more with a weak laugh.

“Have you been here this whole time?” Jake asked. “We read your note, of course, but forgive me for beginning to think the worst had happened when there was absolutely no trace of you anywhere. Mom started reading the news all the way up in Montgomery just in case there was mention of you.”

“No, uh, I’ve been traveling,” Sam explained, incapable of making eye contact. “Mostly stuck to the Southern states, but, yeah. We’re actually not staying, we’re headed to Danny's place in Florida right now.”

“Wow,” Jake remarked blankly, nodding thoughtfully. “Okay. We, huh?”

“Danny was kind enough to pick me up in Texas,” Sam clarified, nodding towards Danny. “We’ve stuck together since then.”

“Somebody had to keep him safe,” Danny said in a clipped voice, looking Jake up and down with an accusatory glare. Jake continued to not acknowledge Danny’s obvious distaste for him and pressed onwards. He gave another nod that turned into a disbelieving shake of the head.

“How in the world did you get to Texas with no ride? I have about a million questions, Sammy, forgive me for my impatience. I mean, for starters, you look…”

Jake gestured vaguely to Sam’s bare bones outfit composed of a maroon band tee more suited to Danny’s frame than his (which made sense, considering it was Danny’s), meaning it fell so low it almost entirely covered Sam’s very short shorts. It was a standard outfit for him now, but the last time Jake had seen Sam, he’d been dressed in something nearly identical to the outfit Jake wore, complete with the long tweed pants in the blistering heat. Sam’s hair, kept long to compliment his newfound appreciation for his androgynous features and to serve as something extra for Danny to pull when they were caught up in motel bedroom devotions, was pulled into low frizzy pigtails that Jake no doubt found bizarre.

 For the first time in a long time, Sam began to feel self conscious.

“Different?” Sam asked, putting a hand on his hip. “Is that cool with you?”

“I…of course, it’s just…definitely different,” Jake agreed, a hint of venom finally tinting his words. “I hoped maybe you’d gone off to, you know, spread the good word, but I can tell from your outf-”

“You wouldn’t have thought that if you’d actually read my note like you said you did. You know why I left, Jake.”

“Were things really so terrible?” Jake prodded, his condescending tone now entirely betraying his bright attitude. “So horribly bad that you just had to leave behind your entire family who has done nothing but love you, just by the way, and an entire church that you had responsibility in? I can’t think of a single person in Shady Grove that doesn’t pray for you each and every day. I can tell you didn’t have faith in us, Sam, but we had faith in you. Still do.”

“I wasn’t happy,” Sam hissed, tears finally stinging his eyes as he stepped forward and got in his brother’s face, still clinging to Danny’s arm as he waited for his chance to intervene. “Nobody listened to me! Or, yeah, maybe I didn’t speak up enough, but even if I did, you all would’ve just heard what you wanted to hear.”

“Come to dinner, Sammy,” Jake begged, putting a hand on Sam’s shoulder with a firm grip. “Come to my place. I won’t even tell Mom and Dad, but you’ve got to see Josh, at least. He talks about you in every single sermon, he-”

“You’re not listening,” Sam groaned defeatedly, flushing hot with frustration and humiliation. He felt Danny’s anxious eyes on him while his brother’s thick skull and saccharine words regressed Sam into a childlike tantrum. Jake shook his head as if it weren’t true, as if Sam was behaving completely out of line. That was something Sam really did hate about his brother sometimes; he could make him feel so stupid for nothing at all.

“Why can’t you ever admit that there are things about home that don’t work?” Sam raged on. “Just ‘cause they work for you doesn’t mean they work for me. I had to go, Jake. I, I have to go.”

“Let’s go,” Danny urged, his voice uncharacteristically cool and tense. “Ready when you are.”

“I’m ready,” Sam snarled, glaring at Jake one more time before turning on his heel and stomping to the side door. Jake followed with a frustrated huff through his nose, grabbing Sam’s wrist and yanking him so hard he stumbled.

“I love you, Sam,” Jake said firmly, passion flashing in his amber eyes. “That’s why I’m tough on you, okay? Mom and Dad love you. Josh loves you. Come home.” 

“No,” Sam barked, pulling his wrist away. “Get off, Jake, I’m fucking leaving.”

Jake stood and watched Sam climb into the passenger side and slam the door, pointedly staring through the windshield and ignoring his fuming brother as Danny hurriedly tossed the food and drink from his seat into the back. Jake smacked his palm against the door and won Sam’s attention again, who now saw that Jake’s furious expression had begun to devolve into tears.

“So, that’s it? That’s all you got to say?” Jake cried. “So high and mighty you can’t even say you love us anymore?”

“Of course I love you, stupid!” Sam yelled, grabbing an empty plastic water bottle out of the cup holder and smacking it on Jake’s head. “I just can’t love you here!”

Jake grabbed the water bottle out of Sam’s hand and tossed it right back at him, ducking when Sam fully threw it through the window. Jake crouched out of Sam’s reach as he pulled a pen out of his pocket and scribbled something urgently on one of his many disheveled pamphlets. Despite Sam’s flurry of smacking hands, Jake managed to shove it through the window and onto Sam’s lap. 

“That’s the address and that’s what time I’ll have dinner on the table,” Jake explained, his teary eyes flashing as he pointed at the pamphlet with vigor. “There will be two places set for you and your, your Danny, and I really hope to see you both!”

“I really hope you like disappointment!” Sam hollered, heart hammering like a jackrabbit as he and Jake launched into a new round of arguing.  

Unable to stand back and watch anymore, Danny rolled up Sam’s window for him and finally began to pull out of the gas station. Jake yelled something as they sped out of the lot, and Sam let out a frustrated scream in response. He was unable to look back at his brother, instead electing to fold at the waist and let out another muffled scream against his bare legs. 

Danny, frazzled from the sibling explosion that had just set off in front of his eyes, was honestly unsure on what the hell to do. He settled for a soothing hand on Sam’s back, rubbing calming circles and asking Sam to breathe and settle down in the most serene voice he could manage. Sam listened and managed to subdue his roaring need to shriek out his frustrations, but he stayed crumpled over with his head between his thighs. As always, Sam’s complete and utter silence was a million times worse to Danny, and he debated whether or not to ask him something just to get both their minds on a new track.

“So, you wanna go to that dinner, or…?”

Yeah, Danny regretted that the second it left his mouth. 

Sam’s silence persisted and Danny swallowed nervously, trying to appreciate the sparse scenery that surrounded the highway so that his brain had something else to do. 

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5 entire minutes passed without Sam saying anything, which was probably the longest he had ever gone in the year Danny had traveled with him. He was never this quiet, not even in his sleep. But frankly, Danny couldn’t blame him. Danny’s heart broke for Sam, and he bit back regretful tears thinking of how he should’ve just stepped between them and pulled Sam into the truck before Jake got a chance to say anything at all. After another excruciating minute, he figured there wasn’t much use in spiraling, so Danny decided to pull over on the side of the empty road and turn off the truck.

“What can I do to help you, Sam?” Danny asked in a hushed voice, his hand returning to Sam’s back and tilting his head to try and catch a glimpse of Sam’s face.

Sam thought for a second, sniffling wetly before finally turning from the valley of his legs to miserably look up at Danny. Danny’s heart sank at the sight of his lashes heavy with tears and his nose and cheeks painted poppy red. 

“I don’t know,” Sam muttered, throat scratchy from exertion. “Take me out behind the barn and shoot me.”

“Sam,” Danny sighed at his dramatics, reaching over Sam’s head to click open the glove box and pull out a clean handkerchief. He presented it to Sam, who made no move to grab it, so he rested it on top of his head with a little smile. 

“Thanks,” Sam mumbled, still unmoving and sniffing pathetically. His gaze was blank and defeated and his face was still dotted with tears, which Danny lovingly swept away with a curled knuckle. 

“That was a lot,” Danny commented steadily, still trying to pry a productive conversation out of the ever stubborn Sam. “Definitely wouldn’t have picked that station if I had known your people would be anywhere near it.”

“He really shouldn’t have been,” Sam complained. “Shady Grove is, like, 10 miles out closer to the coast. But it’s not completely unheard of for him to go to the most random fucking places for his sidewalk preaching. Divine timing, I guess. Great.”

“I’m so sorry, baby,” Danny whispered, mirroring Sam’s posture as best he could to try and meet Sam’s eye. When he did, Sam’s bottom lip quivered and he clasped a hand over his face, letting out an exasperated groan that filled the entire cabin of the truck.

“I’m so sorry,” Sam apologized, his voice shaking with frustration. “You shouldn’t have had to see me like that. Fuck, he just makes me so crazy, it’s like I don’t even know what happens.”

“Don’t apologize,” Danny insisted, running his fingers along the soft hair at Sam’s temples to try and ground him. “He came at you pretty hard. I know he’s your brother and everything, but if you gave me the go ahead, I would’ve knocked him upside the head with the way he was talking to you.”

“I wish you had,” Sam grumbled. There was a sore pang when he said it, and Sam found himself falling quiet and staring into space again. “But, like…”

Danny had spent enough time with Sam to feel confident in his ability to read his mind, and from the mournful, longing glaze over Sam’s eyes, he made an educated guess as to where Sam’s head was at.

“But, like…you still kinda want to go to dinner tonight?” Danny asked, attempting to finish Sam’s sentence. 

Sam let out another theatrical groan and answered by gently banging his forehead against the pamphlet on his lap, which doubled as a nod in the affirmative. Despite the anxiety that the prospect of a dinner with Sam’s brothers stirred in Danny’s chest, he was happy to do whatever it took to get Sam through the night without trying to throw himself out of the truck. 

“Yeah, okay, we’ll do that,” Danny assured him, brushing his fingers against Sam’s flushed cheek. “And the second you say we need to go, we’ll go. Does that sound good?”

“Mmhm,” Sam hummed against the paper.

Danny watched Sam’s dejected body language for another minute before taking action again. With a quick jerk of the reclining lever, he laid his seat back and scooted until he was sitting in the backseat. After landing with a bounce on the leather, Danny shifted the beers and sandwiches once again while Sam sat up and gave him a quizzical look.

“What?” Sam asked simply, a confused smile very slowly seeping into his expression as Danny settled in the middle of the backseat and opened up his arms.

“Someone needs a hug,” Danny determined, beckoning Sam into his lap with a cheeky grin.

“You are so goddamn corny,” Sam whined. Despite his rolling eyes, he quickly scrambled out of his seat and clumsily landed in Danny’s embrace. Danny’s arms wrapped around him in an instant and Sam unraveled completely at the comfort, throwing his arms around Danny’s neck as he sank into his broad chest and nuzzled against Danny’s freckled shoulder. Danny held him tight and pressed kisses to the crown of Sam’s head as he felt the erratic cadence of Sam’s heart beating against his own begin to even out into a stable thrum.

“Feeling a little better?” Danny asked tentatively. Sam replied with a muffled hum against his skin and Danny laughed, smoothing the loose hairs that had escaped Sam’s pigtails and were waving wildly in the humidity. Sam pressed a kiss to his shoulder and Danny let out a happy hum of his own. Danny gave one of Sam’s pigtails a gentle tug to tilt his head back and met him halfway, closing his eyes with a smile that he pressed against Sam’s already puckered lips. While they got caught up in a lazy kiss, Danny carefully worked to slide the elastics from Sam’s hair and combed through his impressive tresses with his long fingers. Sam sighed into Danny’s mouth at the relaxing sensation, cupping Danny’s face and slipping his tongue into the equation while Danny indulged in a smug smile.

“I feel better,” Sam finally admitted, giggling when Danny mapped a trail of kisses from his jaw down his neck. “Much better, actually.”

“Yeah? You feel as good as you did last night?” Danny purred against his neck, grinning and bearing his teeth against his skin when Sam scoffed. Danny had found that this was another surefire way to keep Sam’s mind out of a dark place; tease the hell out of him. 

“Danny!” Sam squealed, batting his shoulders and squirming in his lap. “Shut up!”

“Oh, I’m sorry, who was the one talking about legs over shoulders no less than an hour ago?”

“I-”

“It was definitely you.”

“Hearsay!” Sam laughed. “Tell it to my lawyer.” 

When Danny lifted his head from his throat to smile at him, he could see the rosy glow had already returned to Sam’s face. Danny’s heart fluttered at the thought that he could be the person to do that to someone, much less someone as wholly deserving of joy as Sam.

“You wanna hear something funny?” Sam chuckled while Danny leaned back against the leather seat, one hand on Sam’s waist and the other still fussing with his hair.

“Hm?”

“We didn’t even get gas.”

Danny froze and blinked blankly. 

“...Fuck, you’re right!”

Sam’s raucous laugh filled the truck as Danny shifted and looked out the back window, staring longingly at the pump somewhere in the distance behind them despite it being entirely out of his sight.

“Damn. There goes my 15 bucks,” Danny grumbled. 

“You only put 15 bucks on the pump? Cheap bitch.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, do you have anything you’d like to contribute to the gas fund? Or would you like to keep dipping your sticky little fingers into it and spending it on cigarettes and cotton candy?”

“Absolutely,” Sam smiled triumphantly. “I mean, worse comes to worse, we can always stop in some seedy little town and get me a job working the pole. We’d have gas money for a year.”

“Fuck no,” Danny blurted. Sam cackled again when Danny bulged his eyes at the idea, his grip subconsciously tightening on his waist. “No, no, absolutely not.”

“Jealous?” Sam flirted, tapping the tip of Danny’s nose and winking. He rolled his hips as if he were straddling a stripper pole and Danny let out a suffocated groan at the sensation. Not allowing himself to dive into the salacious imagery Sam had conjured, Danny used his leverage on Sam’s hips to hold him still. 

“No, Sam, I’m super into the idea of you being half naked on stage in front of a bunch of podunk perverts,” Danny replied sarcastically, swatting his ass. “Of course I’m jealous, you little shit.”

“Well, you don’t have to be, ‘cause I’d never,” Sam cooed, clearly still delighted by Danny’s knee jerk reaction. “You know damn well I’m all yours.”

“Yeah, you are,” Danny hummed, chasing another kiss and mumbling against Sam’s lips. “And you know damn well you’re safe as long as you’re with me, right?”

“Since the day we met,” Sam confirmed, heart fluttering and racing as he recalled the first time he’d seen Danny. This was something he did almost every night to soothe himself to sleep, a practice that had replaced the psalm recitations he’d done for years after he steadily found them less and less effective at calming him. He’d picture Danny, nothing short of drop dead gorgeous in a ratty flannel and his combed out curls pulled into a ponytail, with his head tilted to the side as he regarded Sam and his pathetic little suitcase. Frozen in place, Sam’s thumb had stayed pointing up in the air for a beat too long as he assessed the amusing contrast of the gorgeous stranger in such a beat up hunk of junk. In the same way that something had urged Danny to drive through the thoroughfare in the first place, something had given Sam complete assurance that if he got into the truck with this total stranger, it would be the start of his life as opposed to the end. 

Despite the fact that they were far from being on speaking terms, Sam couldn’t help but thank God for it.

“Good,” Danny smiled. “Remember, the second you want out tonight, we’re outta there. You call the shots.”

“Don’t I always?”

Danny raised an eyebrow at Sam and Sam smiled with faux innocence, tucking a strand of hair behind Danny’s ear while Danny sighed fondly. Without the other knowing, both of them felt a sudden urge to tell the other one something. Something that had been on both of their minds for a long time. While it didn’t really need to be confirmed when the time they spent together spoke volumes about how they felt, it still had yet to be said. But Danny was worried Sam was a little too vulnerable at the moment to process the impact it might have, and Sam was worried Danny wouldn’t say it back, so they let the next few minutes pass with quiet chatting and kissing instead. Not that they could complain about that.

“What time is it?” Danny eventually asked, answering his own question by looking over Sam’s shoulder at the radio’s clock. “4:30ish? How long do you reckon it’ll take to get to Jake’s?”

“Only like 20 minutes if we backtrack and take some shortcuts,” Sam explained. “I’ll be our fearless navigator, of course.”

“That’ll be a first,” Danny muttered, which earned him a light slap on the arm. “Well, shit, what should we do for an hour? Anything fun to do in glorious Baldwin county, Mr. Navigator?”

Sam stared off into space for a moment, seemingly deep in thought as his eyebrows furrowed and his lips pushed out into a focused pout. However, when Sam’s eyes eventually fell on the space between their bodies and his eyebrow arched suggestively, Danny realized that he had fallen for an act. 

“Unbelievable,” Danny groaned as Sam smiled flirtatiously and pawed at his belt. “I thought maybe you knew some roadside attractions nearby we could go to. I should’ve known better.”

“I mean, we’re already back here,” Sam purred, sliding a hand up the front of Danny’s muscle tee. “And no one’s driven by since we pulled over.”

“Unbelievable,” Danny repeated, shaking his head slightly but obliging entirely when Sam’s lips found his and his hands made quick work of pulling off Danny’s shirt. 

This reckless nerve and seeming insatiability was one of many side effects of Sam’s newfound confidence. Ever since that inciting night at the motel where Sam had stayed under Danny until the sun came up and writhed nonstop from nothing more than kisses and hands on his hips, he had become hopelessly addicted to Danny’s touch. It was fully Danny’s fault for indulging him as often as he did, but he really had tried to take it as slow as he possibly could. Danny knew that Sam had no prior experience and very little knowledge of the body when it came to the pleasure it could provide, and he had wanted to give him a low stakes, enjoyable education.

However, this had become increasingly more difficult when he found Sam crawling into his lap time and time again with professedly innocent questions, all of which were whispered into his ear with hot breath that sent chills down his spine. Sam had insisted on hands-on demonstrations and begged so sweetly, which made it nearly impossible for Danny to continue the patient pace he had planned for him. This eventually cultivated in a “celebration” their first night in Los Angeles where Danny had caved entirely and awarded Sam his sacrament. He’d crossed the line between the divine and the Earth, called Sam his little lamb, and awoke the next morning with Sam’s head on his chest and his virginity (however conceptual that may be) locked up safe in the parts of his mind reserved for the most sacred sentiments. Deep down, Danny knew he’d be trying in vain for the rest of his days trying to replicate the ecstasy of truly feeling Sam for the first time. Fingernails dug so deep in his biceps he’d emerged with a single crescent moon scar, Sam’s hips bucking to accommodate Danny’s stuttering push into him, a pounding fist on the wall from outraged neighbors being drowned out from the rattle of the bedposts…that was a high Danny was going to chase to no avail. But he was more than happy to try. 

Plus, how could he ever say no to Sam? Maybe someday he’d regret letting Sam get whatever he wanted, but from the way Sam looked unbuttoning his jeans with his rosy bottom lip tucked triumphantly between his teeth, Danny was pretty sure regret was the last thing he was feeling. 

They were in for a hell of a night, so why not get as close to heaven before then? 

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In case you're not tired of them yet- I've got some character asks :]

For Holland; 8, 16 and 27

For Julian; 15, 17 and 28 (Driver)

For K; 2, 17 and 47

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Holland

8. Unpopular opinion about them.

Holland loved his wife dearly, but Jackson Healy is the unexpected love of his life.

16. Deepest darkest secret they won’t even admit to themselves.

Holland is worried that Holly hates him. He thinks he genuinely might be a bad father. He couldn’t fault his daughter if she blames him for the death of her mom, he certainly does.

27. Their guilty pleasure.

It would be easy to say alcohol, smoking, or self-flagellation, but really? Holland likes all those cheesy family activities (this includes Jackson of course). He didn’t get to spend enough time with Holly and her mom together, so he tries to put in the extra effort these days for family game nights, dinners, movie trips, anything they can do together. He also gets the bonus satisfaction of seeing Healy’s face flush every time he’s included as part of the March family.

Julian

15. Worst thing they’ve ever done.

Julian has done plenty of terrible things in his life. He is a product of his upbringing. As gently as I can put this with the understanding that he was victimized, the worst thing he did was not love himself enough to save himself by cutting ties with his mother and his brother. Without them in the picture, he very likely would not have been engaging in the destructive (both to himself and to other people) behaviors to the extent that he was. Crystal truly was an epicenter of bad.

17. Quotes, songs, poems, etc. that I associate with them.

Off the top of my head, here are some of the songs that remind of Julian » I Bet on Losing Dogs - Mitski » God's Gonna Cut You Down - Johnny Cash » Afraid - The Neighborhood » Knives Out - Radiohead » Grip - Seeb x Bastille

28. How they feel about Driver.

I feel like Julian would find common ground with Driver. Neither of them had a stable childhood, however Driver was able to come out of his experiences being able to connect with others, to love, despite everything. Julian might be able to let him in. Perhaps he could heal.

K

2. A canon or headcanon hill I will die on.

I firmly believe that Deckard would have left that upgrade center with two kids, Ana and K, if he had truly known what was going on from the start. By all rights, they were siblings. K had found his family. He just would not -could not- consider himself human enough to deserve it. By the time Deckard realized, likely when Ana explained the circumstances of K visiting, it would have been too late for him to claim K in life. In a happier story, he would have pried K off those steps before he succumbed to his wounds and the thought that he wanted to die. Maybe he could have been saved. Deckard had loved a replicant as a partner, he could have easily loved a replicant as a son.

17. Quotes, songs, poems, etc. that I associate with them.

Here's just some of the songs I associate with K. We'll go ahead ignore that I'm pulling some of these off my Six/K playlist... » Like Real People Do - Hozier » Star Hopping Lover - Chance Peña » Take me to Church - Hozier » Achilles Come Down - Gang of Youths » Way Down We Go - KALEO

47. Their dream job.

I think that in another life, K would have really liked to do something involving agriculture. As we see in both the script and in the movie, he has a genuine interest in Sapper’s occupation. He wants to know what he farms. He wants to know what’s bubbling on the stove. He’s intrigued by the cowslip he finds on the ground. Anything involving the creation of life and the tactile use of his hands seems right up his alley. Personally, I specifically see him as keeping bees if he were not… leashed by the LAPD (if he were to survive defection or were allowed to openly have his own interests). They captivated him from the moment on landed on his hand. As he is, they’re part of a system working for the betterment of a colony. I also think that in keeping bees, he would feel closer to Deckard given that he has his own. It might feel almost as if it were a family business, and we all know how desperately K wants to belong to a family. I’ve included some of my notes on the script and some shots of K finding the hives. I have too many feelings. :(

#.character ask game #.from you #the nice guys (2016) #holland march #only god forgives (2013) #julian thompson #blade runner 2049 #officer k #.my thoughts #.my posts

[theshimadaslovers]

~SO...THIS IS LOVE~

(Hanzo x You - Fem!Reader)

Parte 2

Warnings: Grammar mistakes(not ny first language)if you're a sensitive to grammar, I'm sorry lol

Art by: Karina Farek

Tags: @dontbethatguy20 @kyrostak

*Later that day, Hanzo was laying on his bed listening to tones of musics, thinking about his next step. Maybe Kiriko already told everyone about his feelings and if she did, maybe I gonna be harder or easier to him. Maybe. Is a huge maybe. To think about his next move and organize his mind, he play a playlist with love song*

(Playing So This Is Love from Cinderella)

*He takes a deep breath paying attention to the lyrics; he closed his eyes and at the same moment, he could see your face, what makes him blush all by himself, but smiling. He could imagine moments with you that may never happen, but It may give him so courage to move on. He couldn't stop remembering your smile and laugh... oh, that smile got him so bad. He laughed feeling like a fool and covered his face with his hand, but then...suddenly someone takes his earphones off*

Genji- Brother!

Hanzo- AAAH! What?! *immediately sat on the bed and Genji stares at him confused* What's it?! Why?!

Genji- The hell is wrong with you...? *laughing and put the earphones on* Cinderella?!

Hanzo- *pause the song and takes the earphone back*...

Genji- You're listen to a love song playlist?! *laughing* You're so in love!

Hanzo- No! I'm not!

Genji- You are! *jumping in excitement* Yes yes yes yes!

Hanzo- No no no no! Can you shut up for a second?! *leaves the room*

Genji- I'll tell to papa Zenyatta! He'll be so happy!

Hanzo- I...! No! Just no!

Genji- But he said that you looked excited to try, brother. Come on! *Hold his arm* Free yourself for once!

Hanzo- I changed my mind! I won't try...

Genji- *giggles* The way you were laughing at yourself while listening to love songs...I don't think so. I don't think you'll try, but it will happen. I'm sure that you was imagine your lips kissing heeeer lips~ *giggles in maniac* Then you hold her waist and push her to you! The kiss intensifies and you start to feel everything! And then you take her to the bedroom and oh yeaaah! OH DADDY!~

Hanzo- Genji! *blushing harder* Stop it! This is disgusting!

Genji- Disgusting because you never tried. Come on, imagine a little bit! Juuust a little ~

Hanzo- I won't imagine such a disrespectful and private situation, I...! *accidentally imagining and blush* DAMMIT, GENJI!

Genji- YES! *laughing loud* That's the spirit!

Zenyatta- Is everything ok, boys? I could hear from the garden something like "oh daddy"?

Genji- Zen! *runs to him* I enter his room and he was laughing all by himself! And listen to love song! *points to Hanzo* He's in love!

Hanzo- *tries to say something but give up*... I hate you.

Zenyatta- *laughs* Hanzo, there's no shame about that. You can't hide this forever.

Hanzo- I'm not...I'm fine!

Zenyatta- Really? Because I invites miss y/n to have a dinner with us tonight.

Hanzo- You did WHAT?

Zenyatta- *laughs* I'm joking!

Genji- *laughs* Master! You're so funny for a monk!

Hanzo- ... *deep breath*

*Hanzo gets back to his room and lay down on the bad scrolling his phone looking for social midia like, Instagram. Ana and Phara posted photos from the barbecue party, he smiled and saw a photo where you and Cassidy were together. Hanzo sighs slowly fading with his smile*

Hanzo- They look good together...*Gives a zoom on your face* You deserve someone less problematic, right?

*He takes a deep breath and close his eyes leaving the cellphone on his side of the bed*

*To Hanzo, he dgon't deserve love and affection, doesn't actually know what is that. Before his mother passed away, he forget that sensation of being cared and loved and he still lives with guilty. His father only carried about business, sometimes he does took a time with his kids, but...he created Hanzo to be the next leader of Shimada. To him, he'll never be loved for who he is and was, his past hunt him eternally*

*In other hand...you have the same feeling*

You- He will never like me back! *crying and blowing the noise in the toilet paper*

Angela- That's not true, darling, you never gonna know if you dont ask him.

You- How can I ask something like that to someone a barely talk?!

Kiriko- I told you, y/n! He does like you back!

You- Not truuueee *crying* that's impossible!

Reinhardt- And why that, my child?! HAHA! You're so pretty! Smart and dedicate! If I was younger, I would definitely ask your hand! *laughs*

You- That's sweet, Reinhardt, but...*blows nose* He's different, you know?

Ana- Some things are hard for him, sweety, it may take a while.

Kiriko- I swear, I'll punch you in the face *sighs* He likes you, y/n! I talked to him!

You- And what did he said?!

Kiriko- He smiled like a idiot when I told him that you like him!

Angela- *giggles* You really told him that, Kiriko?

Kiriko- Of course I did!

You- .... *paralyzed* You told him that I have a crush on him?

Kiriko-...*smiles nervously* I mean...ops!

You- KIRIKO!

Kiriko- Hey hey! You'll thank me later! Like I said! He smiled like a idiot in love! Trust me! He likes you too! DON'T punch me!

Ana- Behave children...*sighs and put the hand on your shoulder* Darling, you should go talk to him...maybe he's confused too. Maybe he also think the same, that you don't like him.

You- Mm...You're right. How do I talk to him?

Angela- *laughs* If Kiriko says the truth, is just say a 'hi' that he'll immediately answer you!

Kiriko- He's a idiot, trust me.

Ana- Kiriko... *stares her*

Kiriko- But he does look a idiot in love! Come on!

Reinhardt- I'm a idiot for Ana Amari~ *hold her hand*

Ana- Oh! Reinhardt, not in front of the kids! *giggles*

Angela- *giggles* Go look for him later, y/n. Is very suprising for us that Hanzo is in love and is a very good thing. Me as a doctor, he needs attention and someone to trust...is a little more complicated than that, but you understand.

Reinhardt- He went trought some hard times, y/n... he need someone to trust his honour.

You- Yeah...I can see that *looked away and sighs*

Kiriko- And he likes you because is you, y/n...I know this man all my life and I never thought that he would fall in love someday. You're the one. His heart trusts in you for him and he chooses well.*smiles*

Ana- It'll be great for both of you.

Angela- Trust the process! *smiles*

You- *smiles* Thanks guys...really~

*At night, Overwatch has being called for a emergency reunion; everybody were sit down paying attention to Jack Morrison and Sojourn*

Sojourn- We have a red lights coming from Europe. Talon has attacked capital cities once again; Paris, Rome and Madri. We didn't find a reason, but we believe that Talon is again trying to call our attention. Soon they'll attack Lisboa.

Jack- We must arrive in Portugal before them, so...we need to hurry up.

Lucio- Right now? *worried*

Jack- Grab your stuffs, partners! We have a job to do. Dismiss!

*Minutes later on the reunion room, Ana, Sojourn and Jack is checking the map of Lisboa*

Ana- We should group up here in the first days, they may think here of a better landing spot. Open space, not much movement and hard to be detected by any type of security system.

Sojourn- If they attack from up?

Jack- Two sniper here and here, on the roofs... they'll have a better view than us. Any strange movement they'll alert.

Sojourn- For now, I believe we can't do much... *sighs* This is all we need for now.

Ana- I stay here with Phara...Hanzo and y/n in the roof on the other side.

Jack- Hanzo, yes... a great shooter, didn't know that y/n was a sniper.

Ana- Trust me *giggles* She learned a lot from me. She's very talent with a sniper.

Sojourn- *laughs* So now we have our own sniper?

Ana- After me, of course *giggle* She's great with all kind of weapon.

Jack- Sounds great, so...let's move on to the plane.

*On the plane, you sat in your chair, in front of you, Hanzo, that after sitting down he smirked at you a little nervous*

- Attention! *Jack stands up In the plane while take off* Here's the plane for now; we get down in Lisboa, we stick together and we have to build the camp in at least 3 different points. We'll stay in two groups of 5 and two of 2, listen closely to the names and groups! Group A...

*He started to say the names and sometimes you keep looking at Hanzo to see his reaction for some reason...you just can't take the eyes of him*

Jack- Group D, Hanzo and Y/N, also on the roofs to vigilance in the whole area.

Hanzo- *surprised and looked at you*

You- *Try not to make eye contact and not smile, you only look at Ana that smirked at you*

Sojourn- Soldiers and Warriors...prepare for land and battle in five hours!

*Minutes later everybody went quiet for the entire trip, most of then, sleeping, it was night time, maybe around 1am. Hanzo woke up from a nap and looked at you in front of him, taking a nap as well, he looked around notice that almost everyone fell sleep and others listen to music or watching something on the cellphone, tablets, whatever. He was the only one doing nothing*

*He looked at you again and pick up something from the pocket of his pants, it was small black box, he open it up looking at this beautiful pendent of a heart in red ruby stone. It wasn't only the heart, it was a pendent of a necklace made in gold that he actually bought for you a while ago. He sighs and close the small box and holding it with both hands on his lap; looked at you a few more times and looked away, looked at you and looked away, until you suddenly wake up, what makes him quickly put the box back in the pocket. You yawned and stretched on the chair, then noticing Hanzo also awake*

You- Hey...

Hanzo- Did you take a good nap?

You- Not really...my back hurts here *giggles*

Hanzo- So...we are together in that mission, huh?

You- Yeah, what a surprise, isn't it?

Hanzo- Yes, it is. I'm glad that it is you, honestly. *clears throat and looked away*

You- Really? Why's that? *smiles*

Hanzo- Well, now I get the chance to know you a little better *laughs nervously* We barely talked since you arrived at Overwatch.

You- Hanzo Shimada, we're in a mission... *laughing joking around with him* If you want to know me better, should have asked me on a date.

Hanzo- Ah...! Ye-yeah! Sure...! *blush* You're right... I know, is not the best time for that.

You- With you, anytime is good, mister Hanzo. *blush looking away*

Hanzo- Wha...?...!! *Feelings his body crawl*

Jack- *appears from the pilot cabin* We're arriving in 2 hours...? *watching everyone sleeping and sighs* Well...Hanzo, Y/N, if anyone has to prepare for landing, wake them up, ok?

Hanzo and you- Yes, captain.

*Both looked at each other and laughed blushing*

*After landing, everyone helped to build the base that was located close to the city, in the middle of the forest for not be detected or scare the civilians. Hanzo was sitting and checking his arrows, Jack walked to him while drinking his almost morning American coffee*

Jack- I'm still impress with you and your ability with a bow. Good old fashion.

Hanzo- *sighs and smiles* Good old fashion...yeah.

Jack- So...you and miss y/n...*Hanzo immediately froze* Are you two having sex?

Hanzo- WHA...?! Captain Morrison, I respectfully understand your curiosity and honesty, but...what the hell?!

Jack- *laughs* Yeah, I heard you guys speaking in the back of the plane there...You guys have a good vibe. You like her?

Hanzo- *blush and sighs* Yes...I do.

Jack- Since when?

Hanzo- Time enough to feel sick and crazy.

Jack- Wow, crazy in love? *giggles* Yeah... If you really love her, better expect some of the worst in battles.

Hanzo- I'll protect her, captain... I must.

Jack- Protect yourself too, dont forget that without you, she may die...if you're the one that'll protect her.

Sojourn- She's a not a little girl, soldiers. *laughs and walks to them* She's stronger than both of you together, trust me. *Hanzo smiles to her and she pointed to him* You better take care of my baby, got it?

Hanzo- Yes, ma'am...*blush and giggles*

Sojourn- Ana told me earlier about you guys...I was a little rough in past with this relationship stuffs in middle of war...but... love is what save us everyday.

Jack- Good that both of you are together almost everyday. Me and Vincent wasn't the same. *sighs*

Hanzo- Do you think that someday you'll see him again, captain?

Jack- I hope not... He may be happy with a new family and...Honestly? I'm a weak man when comes to love, Hanzo.

Sojourn- Everyone, Jack. When you love, you let your guard down, so...careful, Hanzo.

Hanzo- Both of us knows that...don't worry *smiles to her*

Sojourn- *laughs* You're a good looking man, Hanzo... and a good man. She's lucky. Well, don't forget that you and her will be in positions in one hour.

Hanzo- Yes, ma'am.

Jack- *giggles* Young love... *take a sip on his coffee and look at Hanzo* I got you in my sight...careful, young man.

Hanzo- *nodded and smiles and Jack walks away* Ana Amari...you told everyone...? *laughs*

Continue...

Art by: Off Record on Tumblr

#she/her #hanzo shimada #hanzo x you #overwatch #overwatch x reader #fem!reader #overwatch fanfiction #overwatch x you

[wantbytaemin]

hi ana what are your top ten fave songs right now quickly 🎤

hi angel whew ur straight to the point aren’t u well let’s go! 🫡 you get 5 balkan tracks and 5 non balkan tracks bc ive been very balkanic recently & also i made this into a little playlist to make it easier for u to check out as ur reading my commentary (ofc there’s commentary who do you think you’re talking to)

svemir by devito (SOOOOO GOOOOOOD this has been out for a while now but it stays on my on repeat playlist)

nenormalan lik by nikolija ft devito (ANA FT LINOOOOOO no further comments. can go both ways actually which is the beauty of it all also i NEED to see him throw it back to ‘nenormalan nenormalan nenormalan lik’)

monster by jala brat & buba corelli (IM SORRY AS IF ITS MY FAULT ŠTO SAM LEVEL UP ZATO ME I NE VOLE [shakes ass until tmrw] also i can’t wait to have my dragon tattoo so i can sing along in EARNEST and no i won’t explain this bc im actually insane)

rosalia by jala brat & buba corelli (again sorry. like im to blame i was born in balkan and their tracks go so fawking hard to me)

periferija by voyage ft nucci (aka by bangchan ft changbin. Yes everything is always about something else to me and also Yes i’ve already made a post abt this LMAOOO)

did it like i did - remix by swervy (thanks to m @linoguy and the analisten playlist it’s SO good to me.)

du du du (english ver) by tan (i have NO idea who these people are but their song was on one of my playlists on spotify and it went in the likes right away i LOVE the guy who says just enough to sweeten up my morning coffee w this energy -> 🤪. Obsessed w him)

fade by knk (another thank you to the analisten playlist, specifically @ohmuqueen for this one 💞. The way this song sends me to OUTER FUCKING SPACE.)

too sweet by hozier (the bitch (cunt song releasing hozier) is back 💋 also the bass is FAT and i love the lyrics sm)

small reminders by tinashe (throwback but ive been listening to 333 the album so much lately esp this song.. ‘ain’t nobody telling me shit about shit and that’s that’ truly hits such a special spot to me these days 🤭)

PS everyone still very welcome to add to our collab playlist!! here u go if u lost the link 💖

#tbh ive been listening to a loooooot of shinee specifically jinki bc it helps me focus at work <3 #so it goes without saying my faves have been shinee songs LMAO i think that’s the ana modus operandi #anyway this was so fun i hope it’s fun for u too hehehe

[carewyncromwell]

“I’ve always been a smart girl... Always made the grade -- always got the gold star -- I’ve always been a smart girl, But ‘smart girl’ only gets a girl so far... You win at every single game... You want a quest -- they tell you, ‘tough!’ If you don't go, you'll never know If you’ll ever be good enough...”

~“My Grand Plan” from The Lightning Thief (musical)

x~x~x~x

Hey all! I thought I’d go ahead and draw up a proper concept for my HPMA girl Anastasia “Ana” Read, since quite frankly I never envisioned her as skinny, short, or talkative as MC in the game is. The lack of body diversity in the MC’s models in particular, or even among MC’s friends, is actually one of my biggest hang-ups with all of the recent Hogwarts games...as much as I understand up to a point thinking it’d be difficult to program a lot of different outfits or animations for different size models, it’s still a little sad to me how the player character is always programmed to be skinny, and in Magic Awakened in particular, that favoring of skinny character designs is only accented all the more thanks to the quasi-Tim-Burton-esque animation style, which favors toothpick-thin necks and limbs. It’s one of the few aspects of poor representation in Rowling’s original books that I would argue these recent games haven’t tried as hard to address -- we’ve seen attempts at more LGBT+ representation, as well as more positive representation for different cultural backgrounds and disabilities (especially in Hogwarts Mystery), but not as much in regards to rounder body types. And I guess for me, being raised by a woman who struggled with her weight her entire life, that’s a little sad. Regardless, it was nice to draw Ana again after such a long time, particularly using the original game’s model as a kick-off point!

If you’d like to learn more about my “Strong But Silent,” daydreamer, Sailor-Moon-loving girl Ana, here’s a masterpost of links to get you started!! Enclosed under the cut is the original unedited sketch, embellished with some extra messy chibi doodles of Ana I did on the same page, in case you’re interested!

Ana’s Moodboard

Ana’s Intro Post and Model Sheet

Ana’s Playlist

Meet Ana’s awesome step-dad, Bradley!

See Ana’s dynamic with her stepdad and stepbrothers!

Bradley’s Moodboard

Preston’s Moodboard

Jasper’s Moodboard

Why Bradley is the best dad ever

The first doodle is kind of based on that first pair of duels with the Frey twins and Cassandra Vole in the game. As I discussed with my friend @dat-silvers-girl​, I see Ana being suuuuper quiet the entire time, to the point that everyone thinks she’s really shy or nervous, until she -- seemingly out of nowhere -- uses Wingardium Leviosa to levitate poor Colby a good five feet off the ground and then abruptly drop him, effectively putting an end to the duel before it even got started. (As it turned out, Ana was really inspired by Flitwick’s story about Ron Weasley using the spell on that mountain troll to protect his friends and worked super hard to master the spell herself, with the thought that maybe she could do something that cool someday. It ends up becoming one of Ana’s favorite spells to duel with, though she usually uses it to levitate herself over her opponents to give herself the literal “high ground.”) Ana accepted Cassandra’s invitation to the Dueling Club, as well as challenges Cassandra on the dueling field several more times over the years, out of her strong sense of honor, which is funnily enough rather akin a knight’s -- Ana will never back down from a challenge, and if her loved ones or her view of common decency have been insulted, she will absolutely ask to “take it outside” and fight the dispute out on the dueling field, rather than insult the person back, ignore them, or actively lose her temper and attack them straight out. 

The second doodle is Ana in class, a good chunk of the time. Ana isn’t actually that shy, nor is she stuck-up, but she’s much better at writing eloquent essays than coming up with witty phrases or sassy one-liners on a whim. And because of how incredibly sensitive she secretly is (and the bullying she experienced for both her magic and her weight), she’s actually kind of hard to get to know, preferring the company of her fiction books to lots of people. She’s honestly a true “Belle” type, if one thinks of Beauty and the Beast, despite being in the house of Lions.

The last doodle is of Ana with Daniel Page, because, amazingly, these two are on the exact same wave length when it comes to the Statute of Secrecy, though for very different reasons! Ana’s stepfather, Bradley Pinkstone, is a pro-Muggle and Squib rights activist who passionately believes that the Wizarding World should find a way to work alongside the Muggle World, to the extent that the Statute of Secrecy isn’t necessary -- he and his sons even work in a theater alongside Muggles everyday, embracing Muggle technology just as much as they do magic! With Ana being Muggle-born herself, she’s likewise very supportive of the thought that if the two worlds knew more about each other, other little magical kids wouldn’t have to grow up feeling like freaks and outcasts the way she did. That doesn’t mean that Ana would ultimately agree with NOTME’s tactics, though -- she thinks there’s a very big difference between protesting against an unjust law and causing abject terror and chaos. (I personally see Daniel as more of a Ravenclaw/Slytherin type than a Gryffindor type myself, but that’s just my headcanon.)

#hpma #magic awakened #anastasia read #my art #about anastasia #daniel page #cassandra vole #colby frey #fischer frey #bradley pinkstone

[blxckdragonfly]

Alkaline (Darkness Finds You Universe #4)

(Song: “Alkaline” by Sleep Token. 

Warnings: Mention of overdose, suicide, drug use, slight smut on the page, and then some good old fluff af. 

Pairing: Chris Motionless & Lycia Winters “Pronunciation of her name-- Lai-shuh” (Played by Ana De Armas) 

Synopsis: After being consumed by the recurring nightmare that she gets every three days after the anniversary of the death of her first love, Marcus, Lycia opens up to Chris about the overdose that nearly cost her her life. 

Word Count: 2,924 

A/N: And we’re back! This is a pretty tough one to also begin with but I hope the romance that you read and the fluff afterwards makes this one easier to handle. I hope you enjoy. x Tiger Co-written with @blackrose-92​

Spotify Playlist: Linked Below!)

Lycia and Chris’s Home: Scranton, Pennsylvania– March 17th, 2022.  

Flames, they were bright as the sun– the tint of orange crossing my vision as I saw the silhouette of my first love and boyfriend, Marcus, every inch of his body being swept in them. The smoke filled my lungs and it hurt to breathe. I stood, frozen as the thorny vines wrapped around me, digging into my flesh when I wanted to move and escape. 

“Marcus! Marcus, no! Don’t!” I screamed until I felt my throat become raw.

“Lycia. Lycia, hey. Wake up.” I suddenly hear Chris’s voice but it’s distant, the vines releasing their grip on me and I see a light in front of me, I follow that light. 

I stir and my eyes open, making sure I don’t jerk my body as I see Chris in front of me. His eyes took on a look of worry. I wipe my forehead and I feel a warm sweat on my body, like I’d actually been too close to a flame. I feel his hand move to stroke my hair and he senses how warm I am. 

“Oh, not again,” I grumble. “You’d think I’d be used to this by now.” 

“Baby, this is not something you should be used to,” Chris said as I looked into his worried eyes, the warmth of the chocolate brown. “This isn’t normal, let alone healthy.” 

“If you want to talk unhealthy, babe. You don’t even know half of it.” I say as I sit up in bed, leaning against the headboard, I see a look of intrigue come across his face. 

“What do you mean, Lycia?” Chris asks as he sits with me. I take a deep breath. 

“After Marcus died, the shock lasted several days. I tried to find ways to cope with the pain and then it just got worse after that. Even after drinking, it didn’t help. I went out with a few friends to a party and there happened to be a few people offering cocaine so I took some. 

After the first line, it didn’t do anything. So I kept going until I was offered heroin. In my mindset, I thought that this had been the answer I was seeking. I lost a ton of weight and I was constantly tired. Until about a month later when that same dealer who offered me the heroin came back looking for payment. Even though I was loopy out of my fucking mind, I didn’t consent to what happened between him and I but he did it anyway. I remember him saying it was payment for the drugs. I couldn’t fight him off because I was so high on heroin.” I explained. 

I see Chris look almost sick to his stomach and I see anger crossing his eyes– I know he wasn’t mad at me. I know he was mad about the situation. 

“I didn’t care at that point. I wanted to die– I wanted to see Marcus again, even if it meant killing myself to do it. I filled the syringe up to the max and I injected myself with it. I wanted the pain to stop, so I begged to slip away without any more pain. My brother, Adrian, found me that day. He rushed me to the hospital while I was under, I had two strokes and a heart attack.” 

Chris’s anger disappears and tears come up to the surface in his eyes, as if he wanted to grieve my almost death. 

“I should probably stop, I can see the way it’s starting to get to you,” I murmured. I feel Chris take my hand in his own, he shakes his head at me. 

“No, honey. Keep going,” Chris whispers as he takes on a brave face. I sighed. 

“Even though I almost died, something kept me here. I didn’t know what it was at the time but as I recovered, I was told that I’d be transferred to a mental hospital, where I was put on suicide watch. I understood why though. The only option to get out was going to rehab, which I jumped immediately at and did everything I could to sober myself back up. Get back to a healthier mindset.” 

I felt Chris’s thumb tracing the back of my hand, I could see that he was trying to be strong for me but even then, a single tear fell down his face. 

Every once in a while, something changes

And she's changing me

It's too late for me now, I am altered

There is something beneath

“Babe, I know you’re trying so hard to be strong for me. I appreciate it, I do but you can let it out.” I whisper. He doesn’t say anything for a moment until he pulls me close, laying on the bed and wrapping his arms around me. I lay my head on his chest as I hear his breathing become heavy and he starts to sob softly. We clutch onto each other, shedding tears. 

“I fucking love you,” He says as he sniffs, laying his chin on the top of my head. “I love you so much, Lycia. I’m so sorry that you had to go through such horrible shit like that. Don’t blame yourself for getting into those kinds of situations. You were in such a vulnerable state and the people around you took advantage of that.” 

“I love you too,” My voice is soft as a realization hits me. I knew why I was kept here. I knew it all along. It was the man holding me in his arms. “I think I know what kept me here after all.” 

I leaned in and I wiped away the tears that fell down Chris’s face with my thumb. Our eyes lock as I rest my forehead against his. “You. I would have never met you or fell in love with you if I didn’t make myself recover. You’re the best thing in my life, Christopher Cerulli. You always will be.” 

She's not acid nor alkaline

Caught between black and white

Not quite either day or night

She's perfectly misaligned

Chris is silent for more than a few minutes and I see his face look so touched. He meets my lips in a tender kiss, I respond to him automatically, wrapping my arms around his neck– fingers moving through his blonde hair as he deepens the kiss. When he breaks the kiss, he keeps one hand against my face, thumb tracing my cheekbone. 

“I cannot even tell you how many times I’ve had fans come up and tell me that I’ve saved their lives somehow with Motionless,” He murmured. “But this… This means the entire fucking world to me. Despite it all, despite the amount of pain that you’ve experienced, you still want to stay alive and overcome it. You want to be here and keep on rising. I’m so proud of you, baby. I’ll always make sure to be here for you whenever this time of year comes around. One way or the other.” 

I'm caught up in her design

And how it connects to mine

I see in a different light

The object of my desire

My heart starts to flutter in my chest as I pull him in for another kiss, I’m so grateful for this wonderful and kind hearted man being in my life. 

"I’m so happy I have you by my side, babe. You make me feel better everyday,” I whisper. I see a smile across his face as he moves in to kiss me again, he shifts so I’m on my back with my head on the pillows. I raise a brow at him and he chuckles softly. 

“I just want to love you, right now.” My heart melts as he leans in and kisses me as he moves on top of me slowly, wanting to feel me against him as my arms find their way around his neck. He breaks the kiss and starts his trail down my neck, making my body stretch at the warm feeling. My fingers reached for the black tee that he wore. I pull it off of him, leaving him shirtless. 

I will never fucking get over how hot he looks shirtless. He looks into my eyes, we both break out into smiles as his hand moves towards my face, the lightest touch against my jaw as he meets my lips again.

He reaches for mine and he carefully slips it off of me, our skin brushing against each other’s and it makes me shiver in pleasure. He moves his lips to my shoulders, a sigh leaving my own lips. 

He takes his time appreciating the skin of my upper body, kissing the center of my chest and then moving to my breast, making me run my fingers through his blonde hair as he focuses on both of them slowly. His hands touch my tattoos until he brushes the scars on my arm.

Our eyes meet each other as I see him do something I’d never seen anyone else do, the gesture bringing tears to my eyes. He places his lips onto the scars, kissing them.

That gesture of affection from him made me want him as much as he wanted me. We waste no time getting the last of our clothing off of each other. He kisses me again before going down to my ribcage and stomach, tracing the phoenix on my hip once more as he looks up at me. 

Ooh, let's talk about chemistry

'Cause I'm dying to melt through

To the hеart of her molecules

“After everything you told me, is that why you have this phoenix tattooed on you?” He asks. I run my fingers through his hair softly and I nod. 

“Yes,” I say. “It’s my reminder to keep rising up from the ashes of my past.” 

"Perfect," He whispers. He moves back up and with a warm and meaningful look in his eyes, he places a sweet peck on my lips before moving back down. I suddenly feel his fingers and I let out a soft moan, he grins at the sound that I make. He starts teasing me with his mouth too. 

“Oh, fuck,” I whimper from the pleasure as he switches from using his fingers to his mouth, the way his tongue sweeps me making me cry out and he smirks because only he can make me feel this way. “God, Chris. Fuck.” 

He looks up at me as he caresses my skin with his other hand as his fingers move back inside. 

“I love it when you say my name.” He keeps his pattern going, pulling the best cries out of me. Whimpers and moans that nearly make me almost want to climax right then and there. 

“Babe… I can’t. I need you. Please,” He pulls his fingers away and he moves back up, meeting my lips in a passionate and deep kiss before I decide to push him onto his back on the bed, taking him by surprise as I straddle his hips. I take both of his hands in my own and pin them above his head. He breaks away with a look of shock in his eyes. 

“Well, Lycia. Goddamn. That was hot,” He says and I start to giggle. 

Til thе particles part like holy water

If anything, she's an undiscovered element

Either born in hell or heaven-sent

Either way, I'm into it

I let go of his hands as I took that second to slide onto him, we both let out moans together. I start to move slowly, putting both of my hands on his tattooed chest. 

He lays his own hands against my hips, guiding my movements and tracing my skin as our lips meet in a sweet kiss for a moment, our eyes never leaving each other as he starts meeting my movements with his own. He rests his forehead against mine, I lean down and bury my face into the crook of his neck as our pace stays in this gentle and passionate atmosphere. 

“Babe... Don’t stop,” I whine softly as I see a seductive look cross his warm brown eyes, making me even more turned on if I could. I lightly pull on his blonde hair, a soft growl escaping from within his chest. He leans into my lips once more as he deepens our movements.

“Never, baby. Never.” He murmured as we kept our pace going until we reached our climax together-- me collapsing in Chris’s arms as we both were panting against each other. My head laying on his chest as I trace his tattoos with my fingers, his eyes closing at my touch.  

“I love you,” I whisper as Chris runs his fingers through the dampened strands of my hair, placing a kiss onto my forehead. 

“I love you too, honey. I always will.” I curl into his chest as he holds me close in his arms, never wanting to let me go. He rested his chin on my head as we both fell back asleep together. 

She's not acid nor alkaline

Caught between black and white

Not quite either day or night

She's perfectly misaligned

I wake up later that morning to an empty bed, I glance around for Chris as I sit up in bed. I then see the most beautiful bouquet of my favorite flowers, which are Queen of The Night tulips, they're a type of tulip that are so dark in purple that they look almost black and a note on my nightstand, my heart starts to melt. 

Had to head into the studio to finish the final touches on Scoring The End of The World. I’ll be home in a few hours with a surprise for you. I love you, my Lycia. Never forget how much I love you. 

“You’re the best boyfriend ever, Christopher Cerulli.” I say as I get up out of bed, seeking a shower, a clean set of clothes and breakfast, which is what I do. I changed into a pumpkin orange crop top from Fashion Nova, a pair of ripped black skinny jeans and pulled my hair into a ponytail before opening up my laptop and answering emails, responding to Jeremy about who we should feature for next month’s Outburn. 

I'm caught up in her design

And how it connects to mine

I see in a different light

The object of my desire

A few hours later, I hear the door open and close and my head snaps up as Chris walks into our living room with his hands behind his back. 

“Hi, baby. You said you had a surprise for me?” I asked. 

“I sure do.” He smiles as he sets down a black box with air holes in front of me, sliding it towards me. I hear what sounds like a whine coming from the box. I raise a brow at him.

“Did my present just whine?” I say and he shrugs at me. 

“Maybe,” He says. “Why don’t you open it up and find out, honey?” 

I kneel down and I open the black box and out pop two black pug puppies, their heads sticking out and looking at me with their big brown eyes. My heart melts as I squeal softly. 

“Chris! You didn’t!” I hear him laughing. “Oh, they’re so adorable!” 

I slowly pull them out of the box, I see that one has white on its chest and the other has white paws, the one with the white paws starts to lick my face, making me giggle. 

“They’re brother and sister,” Chris kneels down with the pups, stroking the other pug gently. “Ricky told me he had a friend who was fostering pugs. As soon as he sent me the photos of these two, I knew they were perfect for us. I also knew that you’d love them.” 

“I do,” I murmur as I look at him. “Oh, babe. They’re so precious. This is the best surprise ever.” I lean in and place my lips onto his, kissing him deeply as he moves to hold me in his arms. “I love you so much.” 

“I love you more, my Lycia,” He places a tender kiss on my temple. “So, what should we name these two?” 

“That’s easy. Fang and Luna,” I smile and he grins, kissing my lips in agreement as we watched Fang and Luna play together. “I love that they’re black pugs too. They remind me of Edgar, my friend Felix and his wife, Marzia’s pug. How did you know that I loved pugs?” 

“I talked to your friend on Instagram,” Chris tells me. “Marzia. She told me how much you love seeing Edgar and Maya when you fly out to see her and Felix. She told me that Edgar was really close to you. She helped me with all the essentials on how to take care of pugs too. You’re very lucky to have such lovely friends like her. So I knew that I had to get these two for you so you can have a reminder of Edgar when you’re home with me.” 

I couldn’t have asked for a more loving boyfriend if I tried. The fact that he spoke to my friends before surprising me with this… It meant so much to me that he cared so much. 

“This is seriously the sweetest thing you could have ever done for me,” I told him. “You’re the best boyfriend ever. Words are failing me because I’m so happy.” 

He smiles and kisses me sweetly on the cheek. 

“Good. Because nothing matters to me more than seeing you happy.” I hug him again, listening to the sounds of Fang and Luna’s barks as I close my eyes against him, enjoying this wonderful moment of time.

Not acid nor alkaline

Caught between black and white

Not quite either day or night

She's perfectly misaligned

I'm caught up in her design

And how it connects to mine

I see in a different light

The object of my desire…

(PS: Meet their pugs! This is Fang and Luna! x Tiger)

#darkness finds you #chris motionless x lycia winters #chris motionless #motionless in white #chris motionless fanfic #these two though. man I love them. #Spotify

[buckttommy]

jack, what are your eddie headcanons? I’m feeling a bit low so I’m staring at Ryan’s bts and got curious

He always has a book on his nightstand. Whether he actually gets around to reading it is questionable — he's a single father, a firefighter; he takes his sleep where he can get it. But he always has a book on his nightstand to read through whenever he has the chance. What he's reading is always surprising — sometimes it's fantasy, currently it's nonfiction. He read The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue over the summer and couldn't touch another book after reading it for awhile because it's impact was so profound. He was the kind of kid who would read under the covers with a flashlight when he was sent to bed, so keeping a book close by is his way of connecting to the kid he used to be back then.

He tried smoothies for breakfast when he was in his twenties because Shannon liked the idea and he was stupid in love and he definitely wanted to be one of those hot guys who was all healthy and muscley and shit. So he did smoothies for breakfast for six months and hated every second of it because it turns out he is not a fan of blended fruit, thanks, like what the hell? Why would you take perfectly good fruit and pound it into unrecognizable mush with MILK? Inventor of smoothies, fuck you.

Lactose intolerant king who suffers through the tummy crampies because he would rather lose an eye than be parted from cheese. He's real for that.

He's never kissed someone as the clock strikes midnight to ring in the New Year. He's always a handful of seconds took late, whether because someone spilled champagne on him, someone bumped him from behind and he ended up crashing his face into his girlfriend's at the time, or he steps on a dog's tail accidentally and feels bad for it. It's always a stupid reason and it used to drive him insane until he was like, okay how is my New Year kiss going to be fucked up this year? Of course, after Shannon died he wasn't doing much kissing. Even when Ana was around, he was "conveniently busy" when the clock struck midnight, so. You know. Maybe one day!

He's not a Swiftie but he's got a couple songs from Evermore on his "going for a drive" playlist because sometimes lyrics resonate, despite who wrote them *fake shock*

He likes going for drives. Before moving to LA, there was a period where Christopher was having trouble sleeping. And Eddie always felt like such a useless parent, but one thing he could do — needed to do, even if only to prove to himself that he could it — was get his kid to skeeo. So no matter what time of night it was, when Christopher would come to him and say daddy, I can't sleep with that baby-soft voice of his, Eddie would be out of bed and on his feet, getting his kid strapped in the car with the hopes the rocking motion would always put him back to sleep or soothe him. It always did. Christopher doesn't need long drives to help him sleep now, but Eddie still takes them. Not during the night (or at least, not all the time), but just whenever he needs to clear his head and recenter himself. He always learns a lot about himself/the world on those drives which is what the great open road is for anyway.

That's all I've got for now. Hope you feel better 🖤

#mundane headcanon #my most beloved #jack answers mail

[jerzwriter]

Make Me Admit Stuff (for any or all of your MC/LIs😊)

#18 The last time you felt broken?

#34 Listening to?

#50 Ever used a bow and arrow? (I had to throw a bone to E&Z. They always seem left out of these. LOL)

#70 Is there aNOTHER profession you picture your future/CURRENT spouse doing?

#88 Ever have plastic surgery?

Hey Cari!

Thanks so much for the asks! :) From -> Make Me Admit Stuff

18) Last time they felt broken? Basing these on the current timeline in each of my HCs. For Eli & Zoe, their timeline is in the future, so I'll go based on what I have written for them so far. Ethan: Before they found the antidote after the chemical attack, and he was terrified of losing Kaycee. Of course, he was running on adrenaline at the time, so it sort of hit him after. But then he had to deal with the emotions, his true feelings, etc. So, our boy had a lot going on.

Kaycee: It was around the same time, but it centered more on survivor guilt because she survived and Bobby & Danny did not.

Tobias: It would also be the chemical attack at this point (though he has another big event in the future). He and Casey weren't together at the time; she had recently broken up with him. In addition to being scared to death, he was also dealing with guilt because he felt if he hadn't stolen Stephanie, Casey wouldn't have stolen Farruggia, and she wouldn't be in this situation. (Ofc, this all led to them being together permanently, but he didn't know that then. lol)

Casey: It was also the aftermath of the attack. She really struggled with PTSD, and it took her quite a while to get back to being herself.

Trystan: While not addressed in canon, I think coping with the aftermath of all that happened in Book 2 would leave Trystan in rough shape for a while. Not to the point that he couldn't function, but I imagine he'd need some good therapy and would really lean on MC and some other good friends to get through.

Carolina: Her father's death. Yeah, she's dealt with many other things since, and she has a steely resolve that enables her to get through things. But I don't think she's ever fully dealt with the trauma of her father's death.

Eli: Poor Eli - he's always going to be a little broken after how he lost his family. He stayed in that place for so long after, and it wasn't until he met Zoe and the gang that he began to get out of that fog. But a tragedy that deep will never fully leave him.

Zoe: Zoe's in the same boat, more or less. Losing Ana was terribly difficult for her. However, she never had time to cope with that; she didn't have the luxury of breaking... good in some ways, bad in others, because she never fully heals from it.

More below...

34) Listening to?

Answered this one for Tobias & Casey here.

Kaycee is listening to a lot of Taylor Swift. She's still not off of her Eras Tour high. She's also a fan of Olivia Rodrigo's new album, and none of this sits well with Ethan. lol Ethan is listening to his old standbys... opera, classics, and some standards like Sinatra. Although, while he may be loathe to admit it, Kaycee has introduced him to Noah Kahan, and he has definitely added some songs to his playlist. His favorites? Growing Sideways, Come Over, Still, and Paul Revere.

Trystan: He is a Taylor girlie, and I will die on this hill. He's listening to the 1989 revamp as well as Midnights, which he'll never get over. Most frequently played? Lavender Haze, Vigilante Shit, and Karma.

Carolina has a lot of Bad Bunny and Bruno Mars tunes blasting in her earbuds as of late. She isn't the biggest TS fan (though she listens to indulge Trystan), but she does have a thing for Vigilante Shit.

50) Ever used a bow and arrow?

Ethan and Kaycee, I'm gonna say no.

Tobias went to some preppy-ass rich kid school, so I'm sure archery was included in the phys ed curriculum at one point or another, so he's a yes. Casey, probably on a drunken dare, and it didn't go well. She swore off ever doing it again. lol

Trystan and Carolina are both yeses. I mean, the more they have in their arsenal, the better.

And we already know Eli and Zoe are the pros in this area. lol

70) Is there another profession they picture their future/current spouse doing?

Hmm.. since they're all endgame, let's play "what if" here. What did they imagine their future spouse/partner would do before they met their end gamer.

Ethan: Ethan thought his partners would be either in the medical field or something equally cerebral. This man is a sapiosexual first and foremost in my mind.

Kaycee: She never gave it much thought but assumed it would be someone working in a field related to medicine in some way, solely because she worked so much she thought it was the only way she'd meet someone. It didn't have to be a doctor, nurse, or other professional, but she assumed it would be someone who worked in the hospital in some capacity.

Tobias: He really never gave it any thought at all. He was equal opportunity in the past because he wasn't looking for serious. But for him to settle down, he'd need someone who did something that he found stimulating on some level. Did it need to be another doctor? No. But while he would have been OK dating, say, a model or socialite for fun, that wouldn't have appealed to him long-term.

Casey: She never really had an idea of what profession her life partner would be. While the idea of them being in a field similar to hers was appealing, it was not a requirement. It was always more about the person than the occupation to her.

Trystan: He certainly didn't think it would be a detective. lol In the past, he assumed it would be another royal or socialite. After he was in exile, it probably didn't change much. Though I don't think he was looking to settle down after Juliana, he assumed if he would, it would be someone from his strata.

Carolina: Carolina did not feel she would end up in something long-term, and romance never preoccupied her thoughts. However, if she were asked, she would have assumed it would be someone from a blue-collar background not unlike her own.

Eli and Zoe - not really an issue in their world.

88) Ever had plastic surgery?

Let's go with WOULD they, as well as have they.

Ethan: Has not, and would not for "superficial" cosmetic reasons. However, he would be open to it if it were to correct a major malformation due to an accident, etc.

Kaycee: She has not and probably will not. She believes in aging gracefully and being happy with what you are, but she would not be opposed if something were causing her to feel bad about herself.

Tobias: He has not, but he would be open to it if the procedure was very safe. It's not something he would do lightly, and he wouldn't be a regular, but he'd consider it if something really bothered him. (Ironically, he'd support Casey if she wanted to, but he'd be personally opposed because he thinks she's perfect as is.)

Casey: Her answer would be very similar to Tobias's. She wouldn't have work done lightly, only if something truly bothered her. I don't see her actually doing it.

Trystan: Has not, but yeah, he would lol

Carolina: It's nothing she ever considered, and she probably wouldn't, but she would not be opposed either. I can see her getting it if, say, she got a bad scar, and it was painful for her to see it. She'd have that corrected if she could.

Eli and Zoe... well, lol.

Thanks for asking, Cari!

#open heart #ethan ramsey #tobias carrick #ethan x kaycee #tobias x casey #crimes of passion #trystan thorne #trystan x carolina #wake the dead #eli sipes #eli x zoe #make me admit stuff #asks answered

[emerystellar]

OKAY @bubblingacid TAGGED ME IN A TAG GAME THINGY BUT I FORGOT TO DO IT TILL NOW and the og post was really long so here’s a fresh print of bel air. Just for easy :) ANYWAY HETE

— 3 ships. ooough idk.. azicrow bc crying always consistently, sportarobbie REPRESENT ⛹️, and and uhhh petrigrof :3 even though i don’t know a ton abt betty yet the whole madokacore thing she’s seemed to do Has my fucking Attention/pos

— first ship??? i have No idea bro. idk. if selfshipping counts i wanted to marry special agent oso when i was 4 and then lightning mcqueen when i was 5. wrote letters proposing to them both times. and then i wanted to be in a polycule with the angry birds (don’t ask i have no fucking idea why) if selfshipping doesn’t count then mario and peach if we wanna go way way back

— last song- the fool on the hill by the beatles (from my simon petrikov playlist) WHIHC i can give the link if you waaaaant bc i like it . it’s so cherry-picked but i like it ok.. hahaa send Porfessional Halp

— last movie?? ooh. idk i mainly watch movies w my partner on sundays but we haven’t done it the past couple weeks due to personal reasons? so? i don’t Actually remember .. that’s eerie ANYWAY i’m gonna say i WANT to rewatch rudolph’s shiny new year i’ve been thinking abt it and it’s my birthday movie (i’m a new year’s eve baby)

— currently reading OH SHIT MY LIBRARY BOOKS ARE DUEEEEE FUCK (i was gonna read ana so boys but i kept not having a chance to read it and now i FORGOT ABOUT IT can you tell i’m really fucking forgetful lol)

— currently watching: fionna and cake bc fuck. and then also the cherry-picked adventure time episodes that have to do with simon’s lore <333333 i’m. there’s a pattern here

— currently consuming. i need to get a glass of water but i’m procrastinating. i did just have some steak flavored chips n raisin bread tho which were very good

— currently craving?? anything honestly i’m a hongy little sasquatch but taco bell exists as like a constant underlying craving in me always so. that lol. otherwise i really want mochi i haven’t had it in ages

ANYWAY IMM DONE OVERSHARING LOLOL i’m just gonna tag a million of my mutuals

@clockw0rkvaudeville gets special cuz they’re my baby7 forever smile

@stuffronisays I HAVENT HEARD FROM YOU IN AGES WHATRE YOU UP TO

@wholesome-cryptid and @zombearzy just cuz i know y’all enjoy ask games

@corvids-corner @formerlyfandy @whyismangososour hi guys y’all r my go to for stuff like this also cuz i see ur names in my notifs consistently

and @implacabledino @spiritterrarium we are freshly mutuals n i wanna know more abt you !! SO BOOM

[joaoaraujo1]

Teacher: Shirlya

Alunos:

João Araújo, Samuel Melo e Nayara dos Santos

Tema: música gospel.

gospel music:

Gospel music (from English gospel; in Portuguese, "gospel")[1] is a type of music composed to express belief, individual or community, predominantly Christian.

Gospel music is written and performed for many reasons with a religious or even ceremonial motive, or as an entertainment product for the commercial market. However, the obligatory theme addressed in gospel music is praise, worship or thanks to God.

history:

Gospel is black Christian music in the United States of America. Perhaps one of the old styles of black music that really came close to gospel was the negro spiritual. The focus of this brief history is the music that flowed from the Afro-American church gave rise to various musical styles such as blues that influenced country music that constitute contemporary folk, rhythm and blues known as R&B, jazz, soul, which gave rise to rock and roll to hip hop, which gave rise to pop music, and inspired a cornucopia of modern choirs, artists from the contemporary R&B market and the current contemporary gospel (contemporary Christian music), in addition to other musical styles of the genre.

origin:

Thomas A. Dorsey (1899-1993), a successful songwriter like There Will Be Peace in the Valley, is considered by many to be the Father of Gospel Music. Early in his career he was a leading blues pianist, known alias Georgia Tom. He began writing gospel after he heard Charles A. Tindley (1851-1933) at a musicians' convention in Philadelphia, and later, abandoning the more aggressive of other songs, did not abandon, however, the jazz rhythm so similar to Tindley's. The Church initially disliked Dorsey's style and did not think it was appropriate for the sanctuary at the time. In 1994, after his death, the North American magazine, Score, published an article with the title: The Father of gospel music (in Portuguese, "O Pai da Música gospel"); in this article the magazine states that when Dorsey realized early in his gospel career that many people were fighting gospel music, he was "determined to carry the flag" for gospel, of course. So he did. He invested in 500 copies of his song, If you See My Savior (in Portuguese, "Se Você Ver o meu Salvador") and sent it to several churches in the country. It took almost three years for him to get more requests for the song and he almost returned to playing the blues. But Dorsey didn't give up and with help from other good musicians he went ahead.

Gospel music in the 90's (Brazil)

Old evangelical hymns 1990s. In that decade, several artists of the gospel genre emerged and great evangelical hymns marked the time. Remember songs like “Oferta de amor "Renova-me”, “Alto preço”, “Reina Senhor”, “Jesus em tua presença”, “Medley da vitória ”, “Deus cuida de mim” and many others.

gospel singers in the 90s ( Brazil):

Kleber Lucas

Cassiane

Aline Barros 

among others...

another group was very successful in the late nineties (1997) the group "Diante do trono"

Diante do Trono (also known as DT) is a Brazilian musical group of contemporary Christian and congregational music formed in 1997 at Lagoinha Baptist Church, in the city of Belo Horizonte. It is led by singer, songwriter and pastor Ana Paula Valadão.[citation needed] The group has become popular in Brazil since the release of its first album in 1998: Diante do Trono. However, it was from the albums Águas Purificadoras and Quero de Ti, from 2000 and 2001, respectively, that it acquired international relevance, becoming the largest worship ministry in Latin America and one of the largest ministries of praise, worship and missions in the world. .[1] It was also considered one of the most successful bands in Brazilian music.[

Playlist:

[lazybakerart]

I made a harringrove playlist quite heavily inspired by your works and characterizations of those losers.

"He looks like he works with his hands and smells like Marlboro Reds" is so Billy and "couldn't fight to save your life, but you look so cool" is so Steve and I can't listen to that song without thinking about them.

Anyway, just wanted to thank you for your works. Your writing feels poetic without feeling pretentious or try-hard, something I've never been able to get right. It is just so beautiful and lovely. It feels like a hug from your childhood best friend and being punched in the face at the same time. It is just the best. Especially Falling for you in Hawkins Indi-fucking-ana. I love it like you'd love your child. I am so excited to find out where you take it. Sorry for rambling in your asks.

you did?!?!?! (if you ever want to share your playlist, i'd love to see what songs you chose!)

(and no need to apologize!) thank you!!! it makes my heart grow all squishy and warm that you like my stories and that they'd inspire you!

thank you again my dude T_____T!!!

#genuinely askjchsddfahsd GOSH #replies #youre too sweet anon i cant askdjfhsdf

[chrisevansluv]

I liked the movie it's just to watch if u are having free time like the popcorn movie not that bad

Other anons:

***

I just watched and... Hmmm I have no words.

I know opinions are subjective, and I respect those who like it. But the movie is simply bad.

I can't understand how Adrien Brody or Ana agreed to be on this, that's a first (no wonder Scarlett dropped off two months before they started filming, she dodged a bullet with this one).

First of all, what the fuck is wrong with Ana's wig? They really couldn't get her to just tint her hair like she's done other times? Or get a good wig???

Second, when you end up saying the best part of the movie are the cameos or secondary actors... Yeah, you know the movie is going to be hard to watch.

The soundtrack?? I think they just used whatever it was on their daily playlist and called it a day. Because most songs didn't even fit the scene. It took you out completely. I know it's a rom-com, but be fucking serious.

Their chemistry was bad. I was expecting more after Knives Out, but there's nothing in this movie. I saw one comment from a reviewer, that said they had more chemistry when she threw up on him than when they were going to have sex, and that's right. And considering Ana has an ability to have chemistry with absolutely everyone she worked with, I really can't understand what happened here.

The way they try too hard to be funny is CRINGEY. The "get a room" joke throughout the movie was overused, and at some point even made my eyes roll.

And Chris' acting is... Whenever I said I wanted him to do comedy, I take it back. He just tries too hard, overacts and his acting ends up being annoying. When I tell you I was hoping Saddie sent him back to the States, I'm not kidding. Ana did what she could with the script she got.

What can I say? A movie you just watch once.

#cevansluv #ghosted

[matsuyorific]

What if Adriana got the Bee Miraculous?

This is meant to be a spin off of my What If Adrien Had A Twin Sister series, which you can watch by clicking this link to the playlist. I did a vote asking if Adriana should get the Bee Miraculous or not for Part 4, and the results were overwhelmingly in Chloe’s favor. I know there are some people disappointed with this though, so I decided to release the script I’d already written out for in case Adriana had won, for those who wish to know what I’d had in mind.

If you guys had voted for Adriana, it would have meant some pretty big changes from here on out. Like with Alya, Ladybug would go find Adriana to give her the Miraculous. Adriana would have followed Style Queen to the Eiffel Tower, but this time, Ladybug finds her a little before she gets there and pulls her to the side.

Ana: Don’t try to stop me Ladybug. I’m going to save Rien, no matter what.

Ladybug: I know. Your dedication to your brother is admirable, but you can’t go in there alone. You won’t be able to save him as you are, but there IS a way you can help if you’re willing.

Adriana looks at her confused. What’s she talking about?

Ladybug: Adriana Agreste, here is the Miraculous of the Bee, which grants the power to immobilize your opponent. You will use it for the greater good. Can I trust you?

Adriana stared at the Miraculous a moment. With this, she could really do something to help. And not just today. If she can keep Ladybug’s trust, she might be able to help her and Chat Noir in the future too. He wouldn’t have to fight alone anymore! She takes the Miraculous from Ladybug, and Pollen appears with a royal greeting. “Pollen, buzz on!” And so, we get the introduction of the new holder of the Bee Miraculous, Honeycomb. Following Ladybug’s instructions, Honeycomb would hang back out of sight while Ladybug distracts Style Queen, striking her with Venom when she gets the chance. Chloe then tells them where the Akuma is, and I think Ladybug’s glue lucky charm would let them get through the barrier surrounding Adrien. It is just glitter after all. They break the rose, purify the Akuma, and Ladybug turns everyone back to normal. Honeycomb is of course happy to see Adrien is safe, but as much as she wants to hug him and express her relief, she can’t exactly do so in front of Chloe. Plus, Ladybug might not like it if she revealed herself to Adrien right in front of her. 

Honeycomb: Rie- reee… really great to work with you Ladybug. It was an unBEElievable experience.

Ladybug: *chuckle* You know you’d probably get along well with Chat Noir.

Honeycomb: Well, hopefully I’ll get to work with both of you again in the future.

“Pound it!” Adrien eyed Honeycomb curiously. That bee pun, could she be? He’d have to ask about that later. For now, he needed to get back to the venue, so Ladybug and Honeycomb agree to take him back before going to find someplace safe for Honeycomb to detransform and return the Miraculous. When Adriana returns, she’s finally able to get that hug she wanted earlier.

Adrien: *whispers* Hey, by any chance, were you…

Adriana: Maybe, if that’s what you BEElieve.

Yeah, it’s her. And no, she had no intention of keeping that from him. She knows his identity, so why shouldn’t he know her’s? Now, what about Chloe, you might wonder? Well, since Ladybug never lost the Bee Miraculous, Chloe never found it, so we don’t get the scene of her transforming in front of everyone, so the events of Queen Wasp never happen. Which means that Gabriel is still seriously considering giving up on being Hawk Moth. Not only did Style Queen, who was supposed to be his masterpiece fail, but she almost cost Adrien his life. She almost got Adriana too. This wasn’t the first time his actions put the two of them in danger either, Prime Queen and Gorizilla both nearly cost him the only family he had left. Now, if this scenario had won the vote, I probably would have tried to figure out a way for Gabriel to change his mind, but I do think it’s fairly reasonable to say that he just as easily could have given up being Hawk Moth. I don’t think he would have turned himself in though, since the scandal would have ruined him. He would have just stopped Akumatizing people and put the Miraculous away, never to be seen again. However, if you want me to continue this with a series of supplemental posts, be sure to like and share this post. If this gets enough notes, I’ll continue the series, and even give Honeycomb her own design.

#miraculous ladybug #what if

[portraitandplaylist]

Side A: Alicia

What does music mean to you? How does it make you feel?

Music is my coping mechanism. It's basically what I use to get through everything, like anything that I'm going through. When I'm happy, when I'm sad, when I'm overwhelmed. That's what I go towards. That's what I always want to use, I don't know if that makes sense. It's basically the thing that I lean on when I don't have anything else.

How big of a part does music play in your life and career?

In my career, not so much, but in my life, it's a huge part. It's how a lot of life lessons were taught to me. It's the background of a lot of bonding time with my family. Every part of my life - every good memory, every bad memory - has a song associated with it. It's usually in the background of every part of my life.

What's a song you know word for word, bar for bar?

It has to be one of two songs and this is gonna sound really dumb, but it's either gonna be First Heartbreak by Tori Kelly or Mockingbird by Eminem

Do you collect vinyl? If so what do you enjoy about it? And if not, how come?

Yeah, so I do collect vinyl and I really just love that records are like the way that you can make music - which is like an art form that's not necessarily tactile - something you can hold. It's cool to listen to music on my phone, 'cause it's so accessible and easy, but when I'm listening to a record or I'm holding a record, it just feels like I have piece of what the artists made in a way that listening on my phone doesn't give me.

Tell me about your favourite concert that you went to.

So there's this Dominican artist, his name is Romeo Santos. He used to be in this bachata group called Aventura and he recently - pre pandemic - did a show that was at MetLife stadium, [it was a] massive stadium show and he played for five hours and he brought out so many of the bachata genre's OGs that it was probably the best experience of my life, and I just remember going home, like, "did that actually really happen and was I actually there?" because it just felt so life altering and massive. It was so cool.

Your favourite lyric?

I don't know why whatever is coming to mind right now, all I can think about right now is Adele's song All I Ask from 25 and it's the part where she goes, It matters how this ends/'Cause what if I never love, again? I don't know, she was on to something with that one.

Give me the name of a playlist you made with no context.

hard for me to say

What are your desert island disc albums?

It's gonna be Lemonade by Beyonce, Utopia by Romeo Santos and The Emancipation of Mimi by Mariah Carey.

Tell me about music your parents played while you were growing up.

I can think of two artists, there's one album, by one of the artists. It's called Quien Dijo Ayer by Ricardo Arjona. But then my mom was a big Ana Gabriel fan, so she used to listen to a lot of Ana Gabriel, especially when we were cleaning.

Briefly talk me through the songs you put in this playlist, what do they mean to you.

So I chose the songs in my playlist by basically going through songs that were my favourite song at some point in my life or songs that still are my favourite, songs that I blast in my room, songs that I know every word to, songs whose lyrics get me hype or songs whose lyrics got me through something or just songs that I've had on repeat because they came out and had been stuck in my head.

#portrait #portrait photography #playlist #music #35mm #rnb #lyrics #romeo santos #concert #vinyl #Spotify

[whataphantasia]

oog i keep forgetting to post here,,, i did a really big oc x canon promptlist on my alt twitter acc like, last year, and i like the stuff i did for it so im posting it here :3

day 1: dancing

needed to draw this for the fic where they dance at prom and a destroyed universe respectively ^_^

day 2: stargazing. the thumbnail image at the top :D

day 3: phone call

day 4: (not so) sneaky glances

ely sits inbetween these two in class. they have to deal with them staring daggers at each other. very stressful sorry ely </3 here's the doodle from like 2019 that made me wanna draw this

also like there's this moment in the fic where eadr is watching mysterious mysteries together and..... HSHSBDHSHDGDHDHS

day 5: "i'm proud of you"

THESE TWO NEED VALIDATION SO BAD RAGHHH don't @ me about the lighting on zim IK ITS REVERSED,,,

day 6: music/playlist. i didn't make any art for this but i did show off my playlists for zaeadr :D i will not elaborate here bc I Don't Feel Like It.

day 7: whispers

this is actually a redraw... :3c specieswap eadr! so cute :)

day 8: closeness

ok i didnt actually make any new art for this i just posted two old ones from 2021 LOL

day 9: protectiveness (CW blood)

dib and zim r dangerous to have as love interests come on ely 😔

day 10: "how was your day" (CW blood as well)

ely needs to tell him to stop tracking blood into the house.....

day 11: one wish

WOW something NOT ely related?! anyways ana and ad's whole love arc is kinda like... they both have responsibilities and unrequited feelings. moreso than my other oc x canon pairings. i think them a lot

day 12: matching accessories

cove jumpscare. IDK I WAS THINKING ABOUT THE MATCHING KEYCHAINS HE BUYS FOR MC... this is reiner btw i was playing as xim in my like 3rd playthrough >_< xe's fond of spoiling him with gifts, more than my other mcs...

day 13: nightmare

it took me 13 days to break and make sans x shelby art SJWKDJWJ anyway. shelby doesn't meet him pre-corruption but whatever i think they're cute

day 14: makeup

I HATE THIS DRAWING RAAAA but ely likes asking to do his nails ^_^ even tho theyre terrible at it but he doesnt mind :3c

day 15: "you are my happiness"

ok uhh my bad this isn't oc x canon LOL. but... erfi and ana... have a lot of angst like halfway/early in their arc bc erfi sees her as a beacon of light/savior, especially due to her current relationship with the ppl in her life.................... they get better dw!!! ad goes through a similar arc so i think that was how i tied it into the oc x canon promptlist LMAO

day 16: indirect kiss

SODA BOTTLE... IF YOU KNOW YOU KNOW. i've talked about this scene in the fic NON STOP to my close friends.... its when dib realizes he has a crush on ely...... i drew this like in 2021 SHWJSJW

day 17: morning cuddles

SORRY i just think it's a super funny possibility that zim becomes domestic. idc if it's out of character thats why its funny U_U!!

oh and uhm yea i have a fankid 4 these guys... have i talked abt her... i dont think i have... but ive drawn her a lot... maybe ill post more art abt her later...

day 18: photoshoot

uhhhmmm im gonna crop this for my tumblr.... yea.... anyways i love the possibility that when they're adults they become super popular, like in dib's wonderful life of doom X)

day 19: voicemail. THAT ONE THING I POSTED!! yes it was a shelby x error thing. i was listening to pick up the phone by fir at the time, which like, its not the errorshelby dynamic at all they're not toxic, but. the vibes... in the fic after shelby leaves the anti void he has a massive crisis... thats what the drawing is...

day 20: "what happened to you"

BRO I HAVE SO MANY IMAGES RELATED TO THIS FOR ANA AND ADAMAÏ... the images explain everything idc read them instead

day 22/23: hand made gift, late night drive

ummmm sooooo theres this chapter in the fic where they go to an echo flower field on the surface at night........ this is that.... DIES

that last one i never posted on twitter :0c and uhm thats all i did of the 30 day promptlist! it was fun! i got to draw so much... yay :3 thats all. explodes in embarrassment

#ph_art #ph_ramb #ph_iz #ph iz:ss #ph_ut #ph_wakfu #zaeadr #phoc_elycrowe #phoc_reiner #phoc_anastasieteilun #phoc_shelbyquill #phoc_erfi #ah yes ive madeANOTHER long ass post my FAVORITE

[vangoghingdavinci]

july 30. 23

morning

i just wrote when i woke up... and here i am again...

random posts make me think of you...

so maybe, i should deactivate again

maybe this is why

i cry again...

spotify, the artists you listen to...

and stupid posts of stupid people for stupid people like me on ig! peste! yawa!

i hate memories, my leo

and the stupid me

still thinks of you as

MY leo

and i have to delete

MY

yawa man ni ui!

kapoy na kaayo ko...

i'm tired

shall i have another round of novenas again?

people said the Novena on Mary Undoer of kNots is miraculous... it helped me for a day... the 10th day, the day right after the Novena... then after that... it's all the same... how many novena's do i have to pray to heal?

and i'm sick of listening to my Heal playlist!!! it makes me angry

angrier

it makes me cry more!

why did God allow me to meet you?

why am I so weak that I failed His test again?

why You?

I hate you

for you made me so happy

for you made me feel so loved...

for you just left for larisa for crystal

yawa!

tanan yawa sa universe nalagot ko!

why am i so affected!!!!

utro ko yawa! peste!

i hate my tears leo... i hate it... all of it...

i hate my pain...

and no matter what i do!!!!! If the pain comes it comes... even if im doing groceries!!!!!!!! Ana na ko la lala! spaghetti makes me think of you and my tears just fall while buying GROCERies... how can I not hate you if the pain reveals itself even when i do the most mundane task... i keep myself busy... checking essays.... then a word a thought reminds me of you and my stupid tears fall

that's why you don't understand me... because you've never been through what i am... that's why maybe you think i'm selfish and narcissitic... maybe i am maybe i really am... but at the same time... i need to survive... i feel too much... i love you too much ... so i hurt too much...

you made me feel happy and loved at a time when i was trying to survive... then now... it's the same cycle...

it's just that you said you loved me and i believed you... and that made it more painful... because i thought you loved me...

and now i kept questioning if what you said was real ... if your laughter was real... if the poems and music were really for me... or if it was just a game?...

i want to know if it's real if it was real ... i want to know what i did that you left... then you left forever... i want to know how you just move on the way you do...

and i want the universe to tell me why i easily fell for you... so fast...

and why am i still here...

---------

i miss you

leo

and it hurts

that even until now...

after months

i still feel the same

same

despite your silence

your rejection

your apathy

despite fighting to forget you

i still feel so much

maybe it's addiction

obsession

mental disorder

but i cannot deny

what i still feel...

this pain is not a joke

and i see you in my mind again...

your smile

i hear your laughter...

you must be laughing at me

because i won--- i loved you more, i love you still... but i lost......

....

if i die

it would be of broken heart

i'll visit you in your dreams everynight

and we'll name our dog...

and we'll live in our tiny home

marked with an arrow

"to the love shack"

and i'll sit on your lap, as you sing me songs and read me your poetry...

i will never cross the light even if angels drag me to heaven... i will stay in your dreams my loveliest leo...