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faustocosgrove · 3 months
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Lawn People
i think i’ve read this book before, but i also remember thinking that last time i read this book, so either this is the third time i’ve read this book or else i’ve got echoing deja vu.
Of all the “science books written for the general public” I’ve cracked open this is the driest. It’s also got the least amount of new information. i mean, compared to the tumblr anti lawn post that i got this book recommended from the book does in fact have like, data. but there’s just so much reiteration of like, things anyone who has to interact with lawns would know. and like that makes sense because it’s written scientifically, but the intended audience is people who have to interact with lawns. like there’s no camaraderie between the author as a lawn person and the audience as lawn people.
okay, this is going to be a really really bad comparison, but in the introduction of Braiding Sweetgrass Robin Wall Kimmerer shares a story of her teaching and all the white kids in her class were unable to come up with a positive interaction between humans and nature. and me, as a white person, also could not come up with a positive interaction between humans and nature. and then Kimmerer spends the rest of the book essentially teaching the audience A) some positive interactions between humans and nature in like a factual rote memorization level but also B) smacking the idea of “humans are evil and only hurt the environment” out of your noggin to make space for the mindset that positive interactions are possible and and active thing you can like go do.
i don’t think immersion is the right word but like i feel like i was a part of the world which is a phrase normally reserved for fantasy writing and i mean Kimmerer is literally writing about reality - Earth, the planet i’m currently sitting my butt on. but Lawn People takes the scientific sterile approach and it’s kind of asking you, the reader to take yourself out of your own lawn mindset and just look at the data. But like, Lawn People is also kind of arguing that the ideal “American Lawn” has negative consequences, but the ideal “American Lawn” is something that people only do in like the suburbs or those city people who move to the country and cosplay as cowboys and drive shiny pick up trucks. So there’s a class element and I am not part of that class. But it also doesn’t argue any effective way for me as a non “American Lawn” person to smack some sense into someone who dumps chemicals on their lawn for fear of a dandelion. Heck, it doesn’t really make much of an argument to people who live in suburbs who are currently dumping chemicals for how to get out of the chemical loop, since the book acknowledges that lawn chemical appliers statistically know more about the health hazards of lawn chemicals than a non “American Lawn” haver.
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good-enemy · 3 years
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I'm calling rn that the Loki show ends with loki destroying the tva which creates a multiverse since theres no one to keep the timeline in check and then doctor strange 2 goes from there 🤞
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shadowsong26x · 4 years
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Author Ask Game
I was tagged by @spell-cleaver​, so here we go!
Author name: shadowsong26, or shadowsong26x. Or just shadowsong, but on my sites/whatever I have some part of the number.
Fandoms you write for: At the moment, primarily Star Wars (as well as some original stuff), but I’m trying to get back into some of my BSG fic. Apart from those two, my prior main fandoms that I did a lot of writing for were Supernatural, ATLA, and HP, but I’ve done bits and pieces for MCU, miscellaneous crossovers with other things, way back when I did some Dragonlance and LOTR and Wheel of Time...
Where you post: At the moment, mostly AO3 for fanfic stuff. And my writing tumblr.
Most popular one shot: Judging purely by hit count on the stuff that’s been crossposted to AO3 (since that’s easiest to track) - for Star Wars, either The Magic of Midwinter or To his family, send him. Which, incidentally, was the first thing I wrote when I came back to this fandom, lol. Uh. Sanctuary also did pretty well, I think. Most of my SPN fic never got that popular, but some of my ATLA one-shots got a fair number of hits, as well.
Most popular multi-chapter: Precipice, by a wide, wide, wide margin, lol. Uh. Leaving that one outlier aside, Distaff is the next most popular, followed by These Three Remain and then Asajj Ventress and Her Tiny Time-Travelling Conscience. For my non-SW stuff, The Promises of Angels did fairly well for a very long genfic about a tertiary character who (at the time I wrote it) had been dead for five seasons...
Favourite story you wrote: GDI. I hate this kind of question, lol. Uh. I’m still fairly proud of Promises, which I mentioned earlier--at the time, it was the longest contiguous story I’d ever written. Precipice has its ups and downs, but I still love it and have no intention of leaving that AU/timeline anytime soon. The Devoted turned out really well, I thought. Looking back at most of the stuff I have out there, there’s bits I would change, to make things more cohesive/coherent/whatever, but I like what I did with a lot of my stuff. ...also, my AU outlines are a blast, I really should update one of them/write another...
Story you were nervous to post: Lord. Uh. Mostly the more niche/self-indulgent things (or...things that I’m concerned will come across as self-indulgent*?) and/or unusual formats--so, crossposting Ventress to AO3; some of the Jedi of Valdemar bits; the portions of Precipice that deal with Lavinia. It’s Like Deja Vu (All Over Again), too. I was waffling about some of the way chapter 2 plays out. Oh, and Sanctuary, mostly because I don’t hang out in the ST corner of the fandom very much so writing Rey was a little weird for me, but I think it turned out okay?
*Because, while I’ve long since decided to stop feeling guilty/ashamed of such things, I like getting good responses when I share my work??? And I don’t like getting bad ones. So putting that kind of stuff up in a place where it’s intended to reach a wider audience can still be a little nervous-making, if that makes sense.
How do you choose your titles: Oh, all kinds of places. Words that sound cool/feel appropriate, various quotations...I think I did a list on some of my title sources at one point...aha, here it is!
Do you outline: Not..really, no, lol. Like, for Precipice, I sort of have a vague idea of the Major Plot Points that happen in most of the arcs, but I don’t really have it written down anywhere. I had a kind of outline for Heaven on Their Minds, I think; and when I’m working on a Big Bang project or something else with a Deadline, sometimes I’ll have placeholder chapter/scene titles in there? (Like, in The Devoted, there was The Heist(tm), and Obi-Wan and Padme Cannot Ethically Seduce Anakin, and Bail is In Trouble, and Dramatic Confession Scene(tm), etc., but nothing like a Formal Outline. ...come to think of it, I do that with Precipice, too. But not usually very far in advance, just when I’m actually sitting down to organize the next two-three chapters/scenes/plot point/whatever. Oh, I do have kind of an outline for Jedi of Valdemar, mostly because it’s an enormous timeline and I wanted to get the order/relative dating/ages straight. But that’s not super detailed.
Complete: Uhm. Well, in SW, mostly my oneshots. These Three Remain is complete. Deja Vu is technically complete, but I might do a sequel at some point? The Devoted, I have more stories to tell in that universe, though the individual fic itself is complete. The Phoenix I actually do plan to write sequels to, and have them vaguely planned out (The Hercinia will be sort of two parallel storylines, one on the planet and one with Luke and Vader; or possibly three, since the two of them will be mostly split up. The Caladrius will bring everything back together, probably, though I haven’t worked all the details out.)
In progress: Precipice, Distaff, Asajj Ventress and Her Tiny Time-Traveling Conscience; in addition to the probably-continued AU worlds mentioned above, Auxiliaries and Jedi of Valdemar universes (Auxiliaries, at the moment, has only been posted to tumblr, not AO3). Some unposted things, such as our faces like a mirror; a few things in other fandoms (Serenissima, for one; I’m considering rewriting For Sorrow Sung and/or actually getting my notes for The Other Battlestar into some kind of postable fic format, but we’ll see.)
Coming soon: Uh. Well, like I said, our faces like a mirror; I’ll do something for next year’s SWBB; more in various established AUs; probably another AU outline at some point...
Upcoming story you are most excited to write: All. Of. Them. <--I’m just gonna leave @spell-cleaver’s answer here because Mood.
Do you accept prompts: Yes! Preferably at my writing tumblr (shadowsong26fic). I do prompt calls every so often (usually for holidays or for Bonus Fics celebrating specific milestones), and I’ll sometimes reblog prompt lists/memes and the like, but I am always open for prompts. It’s just if I haven’t made a specific call or whatever, there’s no promises on when I’ll fill it. I reserve the right to refuse prompts, if it’s something I don’t feel comfortable writing or something I don’t think I can do justice, but you can always feel free to send me an ask if there’s something you’d like to see from me!
Tagging anyone who wants to do it!
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girlwithglasses1245 · 5 years
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Um so yeah.
I got a new chromebook which is legit one of the best investments I’ve made in quite a while. One problem, I don’t remember my newer tumblr password and email I had set up for my happy new account. So I am stuck here with an older tumblr I made years upon years ago. I was browsing through some of the archive posts and ugh was I whiny little pain in the butt complaining about such stupid things. Anyways! I thought it might be kinda fun perhaps to do a survey that I did in 2013, yes 2013 oh my that seems ages ago. My plan is to have my original answer on top followed by the 2019 answer below it. Because why not? Here we go!
1: Do you sleep with your closet doors open or closed? The closet must be closed! Still closed please.
2: Do you take the shampoos and conditioner bottles from hotel? Sometimes. Not as often as I used, because I honestly don’t ever use it. lol
3: Do you sleep with your sheets tucked in or out? Out? In because that’s how Dan likes it. 
4: Have you ever stolen a street sign before? No. Nope. 
5: Do you like to use post-it notes? Sometimes. Sure, I leave Dan random notes in the morning if I wake up first. 
6: Do you cut out coupons but then never use them? I get coupons but sometimes I don't use them. Haha my above answer tells me two things I wasn’t worried about money in 2013 and I didn’t probably understand the question. So yeah, sometimes that will happen when they expire before I get the chance to use them.
7: Would you rather be attacked by a big bear or a swarm of a bees? Neither sound great so I guess a big bear sounds more interesting. I’ll agree with my 2013 answer. 
8: Do you have freckles? I have some. Last I checked I am the same girl, so I have some. 
9: Do you always smile for pictures? Usually. Sure, unless I am being told otherwise. 
10: What is your biggest pet peeve? I have two major ones, people snapping gum and not messaging someone back. Snapping gum is still up there and people slurping soup obnoxiously. 
11: Do you ever count your steps when you walk? Not really. Um not physically, but my phone does. Thanks Google Fit!
12: Have you ever peed in the woods? Nope. Still no.
13: What about pooped in the woods? Again nope. Still no lol.
14: Do you ever dance even if there’s no music playing? Yeah. Of course!
15: Do you chew your pens and pencils? Not usually, but sometimes I'll chew on a pen. Still sometimes I will chew a pen. 
16: How many people have you slept with this week? Zero. One.
17: What size is your bed? Queen. Queen, but now I share it with Dan. 
18: What is your Song of the week? Runaway- iio. Goodness I have no idea. 
19: Is it okay for guys to wear pink? Yeah.  Since when are certain colors unacceptable for certain people? I like that answer. Good job 2013 Christina. :)
20: Do you still watch cartoons? I don’t really watch a lot of TV. Nope. 
21: Whats your least favorite movie? I am not really big on the Hunger Games. Still accurate or scary movies would be an accurate answer. 
22: Where would you bury hidden treasure if you had some? Wait…why would I want to bury hidden treasure. Dan’s safe?
23: If you’re a girl, bra size? If you’re a guy, pants size? 34 B 32-34 B depends on the bra. lol
24: What do you dip a chicken nugget in? Plain or honey mustard. I like those previous answers, but I do sometimes like BBQ. 
25: What is your favorite food? Some type of chicken with a bread coating. Chicken and dumplings from Cracker Barrel with carrots and green beans! 
26: What movies could you watch over and over and still love? Love and Other Drugs, Crazy Stupid Love, Easy A, Something Borrowed. So chick flicks I guess. Crazy Stupid Love is still in my top favorite movies ever. 
27: Last person you kissed/kissed you? Jeffrey. Eww I am sorry 2013 Christina that sucks. Anyways, Dan!
28: Were you ever a boy/girl scout? I was girl scout back in the day. Still a true statement. 
29: Would you ever strip or pose nude in a magazine? Eh I don't know. I am no model, so no.  30: When was the last time you wrote a letter to someone on paper? On paper?  A while ago. I write Dan little notes in the mornings sometimes. Does that count? 31: Can you change the oil on a car? Nope. Still nope.  32: Ever gotten a speeding ticket? Surprisingly no. Warning, yes. lol 33: Ever ran out of gas? Close, but no. Nope!
34: Favorite kind of sandwich? Turkey and swiss with spinach toasted.  Grilled cheese!
35: Best thing to eat for breakfast? French Toast or Waffles. French Toast sounds lovely. 
36: What is your usual bedtime? Unpredictable. Still accurate, but now it depends on if Dan is around or not.  37: Are you lazy? More than some would think. I can be.  38: When you were a kid, what did you dress up as for Halloween? I don’t even know. Probably a princess.  39: What is your Chinese astrological sign? I believe I am a sheep. Correct.  40: Are you horny? No. Not really.  41: Do you have any magazine subscriptions? No. Yep, Cosmo. And it’s annoying they send out the following month way too early all the time.  42: Which are better legos or lincoln logs? I could care less. Still true. 
43: Are you stubborn? I some ways. Kinda.  44: Who is better…Leno or Letterman? Letterman. Still true hence why Letterman is still on the air? 45: Ever watch soap operas? Sometimes Spanish ones with Rach and her roommates. Nope. 46: Are you afraid of heights? Not as much. What kinda of answer was that back then? lol. Anyways, no height fear really.    47: Do you sing in the car? All the time. Duh, gotta keep it fun.  48: Do you sing in the shower? Not really. I hum though. Still true.  49: Do you dance in the car? Yeah. That’s probably not safe… Hahaha still guilty of that.  50: Ever used a gun? Nope, I want to do it sometime though just to say I shot a gun. Hahaha 2013 would never have thought I’d say I am pretty fucking accurate with an AR-15.  51: Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer? Does summer count? Jen took my picture. Christmas of 2015 lol. 52: Do you think musicals are cheesy? Some can be. Usually.  53: Is Christmas stressful? Not really, but this year I’ll be working the holiday season so we shall reassess. Nope. I love Christmas.  54: Ever eat a pierogi? Had to look that up.  Yes, I have I think my friend Elly introduced me to them. Yeah, not my type of thing.  55: Favorite type of fruit pie? Cherry or Dutch Apple.  56: Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid? Teacher. I don’t know anymore and I am 27. Oops.  57: Do you believe in ghosts? Eh debatable. Sure. 58: Ever have a Deja-vu feeling? Many times. I had one just the other day. Yeah I had one the other day. Wait that’s funny that was my reply before.  59: Take a vitamin daily? I take multivitamins. I still do, but currently out. lol 60: Wear slippers? Nah. Barefoot is preferred.  61: Wear a bath robe? Rarely. Unless I am super cold. Nah. 62: What do you wear to bed? Yoga pants and a t-shirt. T-shirt and panties. lol 63: First concert? Paramore. Still true. 
64: Wal-Mart, Target or Kmart? Target, but Wal-Mart is closer. Target.  65: Nike or Adidas? I don’t care. Under Amour? 66: Cheetos Or Fritos? Eh…neither. Haha still good answer.  67: Peanuts or Sunflower seeds? Sunflower seeds since I can’t do peanuts. Neither. 
68: Ever hear of the group Tres Bien? No? What? 69: Ever take dance lessons? I did a few times. Did I? Hmm sure okay. I did in the past.  70: Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing? Lawyer. Business owner.
71: Can you curl your tongue? Yes. Yep! 72: Ever won a spelling bee? Never participated. Nope I am not very good at spelling complicated stuff.  73: Have you ever cried because you were so happy? It has happened on occasion. Sure. 74: Own any record albums? No. Nope. 75: Own a record player? No. Nope. 76: Regularly burn incense? No. Nope. 77: Ever been in love? Yes. Yes.  78: Who would you like to see in concert? Matchbox Twenty, Google Dolls, Drake, Justin Timberlake, The Weekend, Linkin Park, The XX, and many more. I know weird mix there. Drake? 79: What was the last concert you saw? Grad night, Paramore. Same.  80: Hot tea or cold tea? I prefer cold tea. Ice tea!  81: Tea or coffee? Coffee, but I do like tea on occasion. Coffee 99% of the time.  82: Sugar or snickerdoodles? Yummy both please. Don’t make chose.  83: Can you swim well? Eh debatable. I’ve gotten better. lol 84: Can you hold your breath without holding your nose? Yes. Yes.  85: Are you patient? Most of the time. 50-50 depends on what.  86: DJ or band, at a wedding? Either would be fine, but a live band would be awesome. DJ, Cheaper, duh lol. 87: Ever won a contest? A few times. Yep! 88: Ever have plastic surgery? I am 22 so no. Nah, I am good.  89: Which are better black or green olives? Eww no thanks. *pukes* No no no. 90: Can you knit or crochet? My mom tried teaching me how to crochet. Still wanting to learn one day either one.  91: Best room for a fireplace? A living room? Still going to go with living room.  92: Do you want to get married? I don’t know anymore, I hope so. I do, lol. 93: If married, how long have you been married? (Not applicable) Same lol 94: Who was your HS crush? Mark fucking Andrew. Ugh that’s still true. But here’s a plot twist though he married someone I know and I see his picture on FB all the time because she posts pictures of them. I am not phased anymore. So victory? For me at least. 95: Do you cry and throw a fit until you get your own way? No. But I have though before though. Haha apparently.  96: Do you have kids? No. Nope.  97: Do you want kids? I would be ok not having kids for a while. No thanks. 98: Whats your favorite color? Purple! Purple!!! 99: Do you miss anyone right now? Yeah extremely. Yes. 
100. What do you hear right now? My Drake station on Pandora playing a Lil Wayne song. No Limit- G Easy ft Cardi B and A$AP Rocky
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bb-loves-boys · 6 years
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Soon You’ll Come Home Chapter 18
Summary: Blaine and Kurt are married with two kids and at the point of their lives they would never imagine having another child. But then Blaine meets a young girl in the most unlikely way and after he learns about the abuse she suffered he can’t help but want to give her the family that loves and care’s for her like she needs.
Warning: mentioned child abuse, and Bullying, and self harm (nothing graphic), depression
Notes: I do not claim to know about the actual laws that deal with situations like this. It is merely used as fiction and to create a situation for the story. It’s not fact. It’s fiction. The symptoms of depression and anxiety relate to my own experiences. 
Summary: Blaine and Kurt are married with two kids and at the point of their lives they would never imagine having another child. But then Blaine meets a young girl in the most unlikely way and after he learns about the abuse she suffered he can’t help but want to give her the family that loves and care’s for her like she needs.Warning: mentioned child abuse, and Bullying, and self harm (nothing graphic)
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The school agrees to let Oliver finish the rest of year at home, without penalty. It's mostly to avoid the threat of Kurt going to the press about what happened in addition to a lawsuit. They haven't told Oliver yet about Riley missing, though he probably knows something is wrong because Blaine is shattered by the news. He barely gets dressed and pretty much sits watching the news all day with his phone in his hand, waiting for it to ring.
Kurt forces himself to be the strong one out of the group and keep everything together. He forces the reassuring smiles on his face when they're needed and makes sure to handle everything with the lawyer. It lasts about two weeks, and then he decides Blaine needs to start living again. It's late, Oliver is already asleep, and Blaine is still sitting there with the television on when Kurt hands him his therapist's card.
"Your son and family need you," is all he says. His voice isn't harsh like Blaine probably deserves, but more understanding. Blaine blinks and nods once. "I'm going to sleep," Kurt says with a kiss to Blaine's temple before heading to their room. Blaine debates if he should call the emergency line listed on the card or wait until tomorrow morning to make an appointment. He puts both the card and phone on the coffee table and heads into the bathroom to splash some water on his face. He pauses when he looks in the mirror. He hasn't shaved since they got the news, and his hair looks grayer than he remembers it being. His eyes are dark from his lack sleep, and it reminds him how tired Riley looked when he first met her. He pushes the thought out of his head and washes up before getting ready for bed. He tries to sleep, but his mind won't settle down enough for him to fall asleep. Soon his tossing and turning wake Kurt, so he vacates the bed to allow him to get more sleep, especially since he is the only one functioning out of the group.
Blaine is mindlessly flipping through the channels when he comes across one of Coopers television movies, he pauses thinking, and that's when he gets the idea. He jumps up with new energy and begins to clean himself up. He shaves, gels his hair back, and grabs a shirt from the wash to dress from the waist up. He tries to settle down his anxiety as he enters his and Kurt's dark bedroom, where Kurt is sound asleep. He bites his lip nervously and almost debates waking Kurt.
"Kurt," he says softly shaking his shoulder lightly. He repeats it twice before Kurt stirs. "Blaine?" Kurt says, eyes barely open, and voice full of sleep. "I need you to get up and film me," Blaine answers not waiting for Kurt to wake up. Kurt grumbles and looks at the clock on his nightstand, "It's two thirty in the morning." "It won't take long," Blaine insists, bouncing from foot to foot. "Can't it wait till a decent hour?" Kurt begs, pulling the covers over his head in an attempt to ignore Blaine. "No, I need you do it now." Blaine knows he sounds like a child. Kurt lets out a loud aggravated sigh and gets out of bed following Blaine into his office. "Okay," Kurt says yawning, "What am I filming?" "I want to play a song," Blaine says looking for his sheet music, reading over it one last time, making some last-minute edits. "The one no one, including me, has heard before?" Kurt asks a little more awake. "Yeah, it needs to be heard," Blaine answers getting ready at his piano. Kurt waits for Blaine's signal before recording. It feels good to play again, to let this emotion out of him. He knows he hasn't played in a while, but it still feels like he's always done it. It's comforting. When he finishes singing, he and Kurt both need a tissue to wipes their tears. "You shaved," Kurt says after he dries his eyes. "uh yeah," Blaine says, mostly concentrating on sending the video to his agent before posting it on social media. "Blaine," Kurt says trying to get his full attention. "What are you doing?" "I'm working on finding and getting Riley back," Blaine answers. Kurt just watches him with an expression that Blaine can't entirely read. "Are you sure about this?" Kurt asks. Blaine first instinct is to accuse Kurt he doesn't want Riley, but he knows it's not true that Kurt is only looking out for him. "It's time for you to take a break," Blaine says slowly. "Being a stay at home dad is not a break," Kurt corrects. "It's the only way I thought of getting her back. I release an album or at least a few songs, and then I put an alert out, and everyone will be looking for her. I can get Cooper to do the same, and he probably knows some people who will also help," Blaine explains, knowing he probably sounds crazy. "I'm not sure if this is the best reason to go back into the music world, but if it's what you want then I will support you," Kurt says taking both Blaine's hands in his own and giving them a light kiss. "I just want her back home, with her family, where she belongs," Blaine answers, not listening to Kurt fully. "Okay, well let's try to get some sleep so we can try to function tomorrow," Kurt says, realizing trying to reason with Blaine will be a wasted effort. "I want to stay and work on my music for a little bit," Blaine says turning back to his folders of sheet music. "No, no, no I will not let you go into that spiral without sleep and food," Kurt orders, pulling Blaine out of his office and making him try to sleep. "Kurt," Blaine tries to argue, but shushes him again and forces him to lay down. Kurt then settles in and cuddles close to him, hugging him tightly and placing his head on Blaine's chest. "What are you doing?" Blaine asks amusedly. "Cuddling you, so you fall asleep and don't get back up," Kurt explains. "Now, stop talking." "Kurt this isn't," Blaine starts but is interrupted by Kurt's shushing again. "I'm sleeping," Kurt whines.
Blaine doesn't say anything, knowing there is no room for argument, so he just lays there with Kurt, stroking Kurt's hair. It takes no time for Kurt to fall back to sleep, but Blaine's brain won't settle enough for him to sleep. Blaine debates on trying to get back up but he knows Kurt is a light sleeper, and waking him up a second time will not end well for him. So, he stays put and lets his mind wander to places it shouldn't, like where Riley might be, like Oliver almost hurting himself, like Kurt leaving him and taking Oliver if he can't pull himself together. He feels Kurt pull at his shirt and kick him swiftly in the shins as if he is somehow able to read his thoughts. He gives Kurt an annoyed look until he hears him whispering no, then he just gives him a gentle kiss on the temple and holds him tightly, sighing as their closeness puts him at ease.
He knows restarting his music career to get attention and find Riley isn't the best decision he has made, but he knows it will help and he needs to be proactive and stop waiting. He reasons with himself that Kurt has wanted him to go back and that he does miss his music, and they could use the extra money if they are going to send Oliver to a private school.
Blaine sleeps for maybe three hours, but he is up in an instant when he hears his cell phone ringing. He accidentally wakes Kurt in his haste to get it and quickly apologizes as he hears his better half grumble angrily at being tossed aside. "Hello," he says breathlessly, not even checking whose number had shown up on the caller ID. "Dude!" Sam yells excitedly into the phone. "Oh, hey Sam," Blaine greets, not hiding his disappointment. "Dude," Sam repeats, this time offended. "Sorry, I was just hoping it was someone else," Blaine apologizes. "We'll talk about that in a second," Sam dismisses, wanting to cover his topic first, "Did you know you are trending?!" Blaine gets a sense of deja vu from when he first started his career.  "I mean I hoped, eventually, I would be, but I didn't expect it to happen in a matter of hours." "You didn't even explain anything … you just put it out there," Sam says. "I don't know anything, I haven't even talked to my agent, I just needed it out there" Blaine tries explaining without sharing too much information behind his thinking. "Not that I don't appreciate the phone call, but it is still early, and Oliver and Kurt are still asleep … so," Blaine hints trying to get Sam off the phone before he can ask more questions. "Oh right, sorry. We'll just meet up later for me to get details," Sam says in a whisper like if he's quiet, Kurt and Oliver won't hear him." "I promise to give you more details when I get them," Blaine assures before saying his goodbyes and hanging up.
He quickly then checks his social media accounts, and sure enough, his video is everywhere. It makes him feel guilty that it was so easy to get back out there. He thought it would take a lot more effort and pushing. He fears that Kurt's jealousy is going to come out again after he's been turned away and told everything is wrong with him for every part he tries. That's when he gets his next idea. He rushes back into the bedroom to wake Kurt and tell him about his plan. He forgets how early it still is, that Kurt has only slept a little longer than Blaine, and that Kurt is never in a good mood when he gets anything less than eight hours of sleep.
"No, no, no, no" Kurt cries, burying his head under the pillow when Blaine tries to wake him up again. "Come on, honey, I need you to hear my idea," Blaine pouts. "I'm sleeping, Blaine," Kurt mumbles, thoroughly annoyed with him now. "You can sleep later, we need to talk about it before my agent calls," Blaine explains, diving under the covers to look for Kurt. Kurt groans loudly and Blaine knows pushing further will only result in a death wish, so he lets Kurt sleep and little longer and heads into the kitchen to start a pot of coffee.
Blaine hasn't even measured out the coffee beans when an angry, sleep deprived, Kurt appears in the doorway.   Blaine looks at him with an expression of surprise and questioning but doesn't say anything. "I can't sleep," Kurt groans. "You have me curious and you know I can't stand, not knowing something." "Kurt, I will do anything to make this up you," Blaine says rushing over to where Kurt is standing and holding his hands gently. "Anything?" Kurt asks slowly, raising an eyebrow and sly smile. "Anything," Blaine confirms his voice is becoming breathy when Kurt leans in to kiss behind his ear and nibbling his lobe lightly. "Clean the bathrooms and kitchen for six weeks of my choosing," Kurt whisper hotly in the ear. Blaine jerks back giving him a betrayed look, but he can tell Kurt isn't going to negotiate the deal. "fine," he pouts turning back to his coffee. "Now," Kurt says seriously, sitting at their small kitchen table and crossing one leg over the other, folding his hands together over his knee. "What is so important that you needed to wake me up to discuss with me?" Blaine sighs a little; he knows getting Kurt on board with the idea is going to be hard. "You, remember the video I posted last night?" Kurt nods, keep his face expressionless. "Well it's trending," Blaine says nervously, not sure how Kurt will react. Kurt's eyes widen comically before jumping up and hugging Blaine tightly, "That's wonderful!" "Wait," Kurt says pulling away enough to give him a confused look, "what does this have to do with me?" "I want to make a duet album with you," Blaine says sincerely, his eyes full of love for Kurt and how amazing he is. "Blaine," Kurt says with a sigh, taking a couple of steps backward. "You know we don't work well together." "We used to sing all the time together," Blaine quickly points out. "We can also include a few solo tracks from each of us." Kurt sits and looks thoughtfully at Blaine. He doesn't say anything, so he continues. "I'm not saying become singing partners or form a band. Just one album and then maybe do a few appearances with me if need be," Blaine further explains. "I'll think about it and give you my answer after you get some real sleep, see your therapist, and talk to your agent," Kurt suggests, "deal?" Blaine's first instinct is to apologize to Kurt for going into a downward spiral, but they agreed after they got married they wouldn't apologize for things like this, only fights with each other. They each understand by now sometimes it's uncontrollable. "Yeah, yeah, I'll set up a meeting today," Blaine promises, turning back to his coffee. "Blaine, I'm just worried about you," Kurt says sincerely. "You're rushing into things before we deal with everything else and I don't want that to be the reason you go back to work because once you officially begin, it's going to be a lot harder to get out of." Blaine knows Kurt's right, but he also wants this for them. He wants something good and optimistic in their lives. "I'll make the coffee and breakfast. You go call your therapist and get an appointment." Kurt decides, moving over to the cabinet to pull out a mixing bowl. "I'll get you when it's ready."
Blaine's therapist makes room for Blaine to come in later that afternoon for a two-hour session. She seems to think he will need the extra time with her. Blaine takes his time getting ready to go, and rather than organize topics he wants to cover in his session he gets in contact with his agent, who loves the idea of making an album with Kurt. She immediately works out a timeline for Blaine to follow and produce the album as well as work on setting up appearances and interviews.
On his way to his therapist's office, Blaine stops at an office supply store and picks out a couple of different notebooks, a plain leather one for himself, one with a modern design for Kurt, and one bound in a purple cover for them to share. He also grabs some more blank sheet music, a sketchbook for Kurt, knowing Kurt hasn't sketched in a while. The girl at the check-out counter is young. Her eyes go wide as he approaches and she giggles slightly, for no reason, but she's professional and rings up his items quickly. Blaine doesn't like to assume she has seen the video, he never wants to think it's because someone recognizes him that they act like that, but he decides he is allowed to be hopeful about it if only it will give himself better chances of finding Riley.
His therapy session goes as well as he expected it to, she asks him some simple questions on how he is feeling, rating on a scale of one to ten on his feelings, and then they move onto to the more personal and difficult questions in the second hour. Blaine knows it takes time for progress to be made. He wishes he at least felt a little better after the session, but all he feels now is tired. "I want to see you every two weeks, for the next couple months, and we will go from there." She says opening her scheduling book to pick a few dates for their appointments. "I also want you to take home these pamphlets and read over them," she says after they made the next three appointments. Blaine scrunches his face, confused. There on the cover reads "finding the right prescription." They have never talked about medication before. "Medication?" he asks confused. "It's just an option to read about and look into, not something we have to do, but I want you to know about it before you decide you don't want it," She explains calmly.
The whole way home Blaine feels like he is somehow removed, the idea of taking medication echoing in his head. It means he has an illness, which he never thought of his depression as. It was always manageable, at least most of the time. When he gets home he toes off his shoes and leaves the bag of notebooks next to them, he leaves his coat and keys in appropriate spots and ignores Kurt's question of how it went in favor of locking himself in his office. "Blaine?" Kurt asks through the door, knocking softly. Blaine knows he's worried, but he feels nervous and unsure of telling Kurt about the possibility of needing medication. "Blaine, whatever it is we'll get through this," Kurt reassures. "I love you, and will always love you." Blaine still doesn't say anything or move towards the door. "I think you would know that after I popped that pimple on your ass," Kurt tries to joke, but only sighs when he knows he didn't work. "Okay, well I'll be waiting here for you when you're ready," Kurt decides. Blaine hears a small thump that makes him think Kurt is now leaning on the door. It quiet for a moment and then he hears Kurt begin the opening lines of Adele's "Hello." Blaine assumes it's Kurt's way to lighten the mood, and he's almost mad that it works. He slowly opens the door, careful that Kurt is leaning on it. Kurt smiles reassuringly and instantly pulls him into a tight hug, "You don't have to talk about it. I just needed you to know I wasn't going to let you go that easily." "She gave me these to read," Blaine confesses handing Kurt the pamphlets. Kurt looks at them thoughtfully but doesn't say anything. "She didn't say I needed it, just that it was an option to look into," Blaine explains slowly, sitting down on the piano bench. "Okay," Kurt says slowly, "Okay." "Okay, what?" Blaine asks, patience thinning. "We take everything one step at a time. The house, Oliver's new school, the duet album, and this," Kurt explains. "We move and step forward as It comes to us. It's too much to do everything at once, but little by little we can do this Blaine." "You think so?" Blaine asks unsurely. "Maybe it's all too much." "We've handled a lot of stress before," Kurt reasons. "We just need to be careful and not rush things or do something before we're ready." "Like my album idea," Blaine mentions lowly. "It isn't a bad idea Blaine, and maybe the reason for doing it shouldn't be to get fame and find Riley, but if you think it will make you happy I am willing to try it. I'm just worried because in the past we have tried working together and it hasn't ended well," Kurt reasons, wincing at the memory. "That was a show last time, this, this is a music and music is a big part of us, our relationship, and our history," Blaine explains. "It's more than finding Riley. It's something that would mean a lot to me, even if we don't publish it." "Alright so we need to just get organized and make a plan," Kurt said looking around for paper and pen his eyes lighting up slightly, probably at the idea of color coding. "Hey," Blaine said grabbing Kurt's hand. "What?" Kurt started to say but was cut off with a kiss. "I love you," Blaine answers after he pulls away. Kurt just hums in response, giving Blaine a quick kiss before turning back to looking for a pad and pen.
Chapter 19
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bosstoaster · 7 years
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for the softer words prompts, maybe a combo of 4 and 23 for shatt?
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We talk in the dark as we fall asleep, and we are objects in the night sky outside of time. (it is the exact opposite of alone.)
Matt sighed and leaned his head against Shiro’s shoulder.  “You know, with how big this lion is, I feel like you could at least fit a cot in here.  It’d make this a lot easier.  Besides, how many times have one of you guys been stuck in a lion overnight?  Foresight.”
Groaning, Shiro closed his eyes.  “If you’re going to complain about this all night, I’m going to tether myself to the outside of the lion and sleep outside.”
“Actually, that doesn’t sound too bad.  Sleeping in zero Gs wasn’t the worst night’s sleep I ever had.”  Matt pulled off his glasses and scrubbed over the bridge of his nose.
Shiro pulled back to look down at him.  “Good.  Then you can sleep outside, glad we sorted this out.”
Whining, Matt thumped his head against Shiro’s shoulder.  “Stop being mean to me.  I’m providing helpful criticism.”
“You’re one helpful comment away from being ejected from my lap.”
Matt stuck out his tongue but subsided.  “I can’t believe there are real life Reavers.”
Snorting, Shiro shook his head.  “Nah.  These things will only eat us.  That’s not scary enough to be Reavers.”  
There was no feed to outside to look to see what was happening outside, but Allura’s panicked hails had been more than enough to terrify Shiro.  He’d never heard her half so worried in the middle of a firefight, but one mention of the Kull and she and Coran had nearly shouted over themselves mid-mission.  
The instructions were clear.
Turn off everything.  Make the lions as dim as possible, activating specific shields.  Stay very, very still.
Kull evidently, were a kind of lifeform that lived out in open space.  They didn’t move of their own volition until they sighted prey, so tracking them was damn near impossible.  The only warning was a long-distance sensor picking one up.
If they caught sight of anything more more quintessence than the average planet-dwelling lifeform, they would attack and tear it apart.
Even if the castle and lions weren’t obvious targets, Allura and the paladins all counted as above average.
All they could do was wait for the Kull to drift in and out of sensing range.  It was likely to take several hours.
Which meant their scouting mission was cut short, and they were all dead in the water, not daring to communicate and use enough energy to catch the Kull’s attention.
So they were understandably a bit tense, and it promised to be a dull, slow night in the lion.  Even their connection felt dim, curled up and made small like a cat curling into a box that shouldn’t have fit it.
It was a strange feeling, and the lack, along with worry, was making making him a teensy bit irritable.
Unfortunately, it made Matt antsy and nervous, meaning he was going to prod.
Not a great combination.
“What are you picturing?” Matt suddenly asked.  “When they talked about it.  They never said what it looks like.  So, what did you come up with?”
Huh.  Interesting question.  “Um... a giant grub, actually.  I don’t know why.  Maybe the mouth thing?  And it’s gross.”
Matt shivered.  “Yeah, nasty.  Kinda close to me.  I was thinking the sandworms from Dune, actually.”
It was such a Matt answer that Shiro snorted.  “Of course.”
“Both worm things, though.  Is that weird?  Why both of us?”
Shiro considered that.  “Well, we do spend a lot of time together,” he pointed out.  “And maybe it’s... there was a lot of talk about eating and tearing apart but nothing about claws or holding.”
Considering, Matt tilted his head, then nodded.  “Maybe.  I like the first example.  I’m rubbing off on you.”  Then he snickered.  “I mean, we knew that.”
This time, Shiro grinned into Matt’s hair.  “You really want to sleep on the floor, huh?”
“Aww, we’re having a nice conversation.  Let me flirt, Shirogane.  You know you like it.”  Matt turned in his lap so he was straddling Shiro instead, then pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose.  “Is it better if I say we rub off on each other?”
For a moment, irritation fought with amusement, but in the end Shiro smiled.  “You just cannot help yourself, can you?”
“Not around you,” Matt replied easily, draping his arms around Shiro’s neck. “So blame yourself, Beefcake.”
Laughing, Shiro playfully jerked forward, nearly spilling Matt off his lap.  “I like blaming you.  It’s usually right.”
“Rude and cruel,” Matt replied. “Slanderous.  Ruining our lovely moment.”
Shiro just rolled his eyes.  “I’m very sorry for my factually true statements.”
Kissing him, Matt grinned.  “Good.”  Then he settled back down, relaxing his arms down but flopped over Shiro’s front.  “Are there blankets in here?”
“Dunno, never used them,” Shiro replied.  “And I can’t ask.  The Black Lion is basically in sleep mode.”
Matt let out a grumpy noise.  “Can we at least get you out of the armor? I don’t mind the bodysuit, it’s kinda soft.”
Somehow, Shiro found himself pausing at the idea.  He didn’t want to undress in the lion.  That was stupid, right?  Hell, even if it wasn’t ridiculous, Black was asleep.  “Yeah, alright, up.”
“Dammit, I didn’t think this through.”  Matt groaned but stood, kicking off his shoes and stretching.  When Shiro got up, he slipped back into it, and grinned when Shiro eyed him.
One problem at a time.  Armor first.
Once he was done to just the suit, Shiro turned, hands on his hips.  Matt waggled his brows back.  “You know, it’s not that different from your usual outfit.  Just has more color with the blue.”
It really wasn’t, but somehow it did make Shiro feel more exposed.  It was an undersuit, and it didn’t really matter, but the association was closer to underwear.  Huh.  Ignoring the thought, Shiro shoved his way in next to Matt.  The chair wasn’t wide enough for them both, not really, but he managed to squeeze in when they were chest to chest.  Fumbling against the side, Shiro’s brow furrowed until he found a catch, and then he pulled it, making the chair’s back fall down, taking them with it.  
Hah.  Success.
“Who knew robot cats worked like old cars,” Matt mused.  Then he paused.  “Hey, is this the Voltron version of fumbling in your backseat?  You didn’t even take me to prom, you cheapskate.”
Shiro snorted.  “I didn’t go to prom.  It was for sheeple.”
The noise Matt made was sheer delight.  “When we get back to Earth, I am going to find pictures of your teenage years, I swear.”
Shiro only shrugged, but Matt probably would.  He always seemed to be able to get what he wanted, in the end.  Rather than reply, Shiro tugged him in closer.  
Matt murmured something about deja vu, and it took Shiro a moment to get it.  Chuckling, he nodded.
They always seemed to end up back in tiny metal ships, floating through the black void of space, huge and empty and timeless.
Well, it worked out, ‘cause Shiro liked it there.  And because he wasn’t alone.
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dustmetal · 7 years
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Fic: This Is Not A Test of the Emergency Broadcast System
In which the long awaited awards ceremony comes to pass.
Author’s Notes: Thanks for readership, loyalty, kindness and making this a fun overall writing project to do. Hope you’ll stay with us in the future...for now Frank is going to be taking a long overdue hiatus from Tumblr.
Five of the seven occupants, all human got up from the corner table by the window at Grillby’s;  just a bunch of people out for a drink until last call. The significant lack of alcohol being poured down throats or food being ordered had apparently gone unnoticed by the bartender who made no move to tell them to order or leave and definitely unnoticed by those in the bar who were altering their state of consciousness. The two left at the table, one a hooded and hunched figure zipped up tight into a hoodie, the other a fire monster who could have been related to the attractive green-flame female monster, or at least the same species presently tending bar.
Pushing back her hood to reveal a terrible case of hat-head, Undyne jostled Grillby in the side. "Well that went well huh? We're gonna kick ass at the awards show tomorrow!" She slammed a fist on the tabletop to emphasize her point and let out the whooping battle cry she’d been holding back all night; allowing them to continue their meeting uninhibited with the stage manager and the hand-selected staff from their significantly expanded crew she’d be bringing to the awards show to work with the venue staff.
"Speaking of, you gonna ask the Que--er, Toriel?"
"I...no." Grillby shook his head.,."I'm going with Andraia instead, since we both need to be backstage early anyway.. It makes se--"
"Don't give me that nonsense! C'mon, dude, We can SO all see you like her, you git! You get all stupid and start to talk like you swallowed a bad anime tape with terrible subtitles."
"It's. Complicated...." he muttered, trailing off then adding as an afterthought  "...plus I don't think I'm her type."
The look of sheer frustration that crossed his face was something even his expression obscuring flames were unable to fully disguise.
“OH MY GOD!” Undyne’s reaction went from frustration to what was unmistakably a fangirl moment. “It’s a case of UNREQUITED LOVE! You can’t sleep, can’t eat, can’t THINK straight….although, um, you’d better fuckin’ well tomorrow at the show.”
Grillby let her have her moment, nodding a bit. It was actually somewhat not without a ring of truthfulness, he had rather obviously lost weight and was more tired than usual but well, his romantic life (nonexistent though it was) was only half the reason. Maybe not even half. Quarter. Eighth.
He was thinking about his life in musical terms now.
"So all this is over a lady, big brother?" Agni snapped the bolt lock on the door behind the last stragglers and ducked behind the bar to emerge with two leftover burgers for each of them. There was something that suddenly felt so terribly like deja-vu, yet not...no, more like an out-of-body experience about the situation, sitting here slouched and in his civvies, half preoccupied and half asleep in his seat, on the opposite side of the bar.
Agni hugged him around the shoulders though.
"Undyne is right. You should get a good night's rest. Big day for you tomorrow."
Grillby ate as ordered, grateful that Undyne did not know the extent of the situation; his feelings for not only Toriel but his feelings for...well, he supposed that in some way he was kind of grateful for Sans' ability to be constantly in trouble when left to his own devices, it had certainly given him an excuse for keeping him close by without having to confess anything about how he /felt/.
At the end of the day, Toriel, Sans...he wasn't sure which of them he was supposed to be feeling disappointed to be losing. Or, losing to.
Presently however, Sans being in some kind of relationship, whether or not it was with him or Toriel or someone he met off the street, should be the least of his worries. Come hell or high water, tomorrow there would be a decisive battle in the Subterranical versus Glamour Bomb rivalry. Regardless of who took home that trophy, it would change the course of the game. He knew a win was always the best outcome,  and he dropped off to sleep feeling restless and what sleep he did get peppered with unusual, undecipherable dreams that felt somewhat ominous... but it could have had something to do with eating so close to bed.
***
Grillby woke from his as-restful-as-it-was-going-to-get sleep to find that the butterfly vs snake fight club was currently using the pit of his stomach as their meeting place. He stood, groaning a little having (not for the first time since becoming a band manager) slept in his clothes and he swiftly swapped them out for another rare instance of a casual outfit. He resolved to grab a couple of biscuits on the way to the Tuxedo rental place (and forgot) as well as grabbing Undyne's dress (from the local anime cosplay shop which despite his misgivings actually seemed quite appropriate for a black tie event). He re-resolved to get some lunch on the way back (and didn't.).  
He finally arrived back at the bar tux firmly on and as ready as he would ever be to find the band waiting for him, his own father and sister in tow. . Agni gave him a hug and a kiss on the temple, his father, ever the stoic, shook his hand.
"Proud of you Junior." he said gruffly. "...and the rest of you too." he added, speaking to the group but Grillby knew the words were primarily for Sans and Papyrus. His father had allowed the Skeletons to grow up on their own terms but anyone who knew the elder Flame monster knew darn well he considered them as his own dust and magic.
He smiled genuinely,  the first thrill of pure excitement finding its way past his nerves.
"Thanks everyone. Let's go ah, get 'em."
“Geez NERD! You SUCK at these things. Look, this is how you get monsters fired up!”
There was a definite snort from Sans’ general direction, followed by a clack of bone on bone as Papyrus covered his mouth before he could get a word out.
“... We are going to go to that awards show and show ol' MTT HOW IT IS DONE!"
Papyrus  jumped up with enough energy for ten of them. "YEAH! YEAH! We're going to WIN! 'Cause we ARE THE GREATEST! METAL! BAND! OF! ALL! TIME!"
"S'right Bro."
"Yeah, even the internet says so." Jerry flashed around an advance poll he'd looked up on his phone that did indeed paint Subterranical as being a shoo-in for a number of awards. It was a rare moment of perfect unity for the entire band.
Grillby hated to jinx a good thing, but he had to admit things were definitely looking good.
***
Despite the fact that the snow had morphed itself into freezing rain and the driver had to pull the limo around the back of the pub to the loading dock so everyone could enter in relative dryness and safely,  there was still something profoundly special about getting into a limousine.
"Okay check this!" Undyne grinned and Grillby simply let her spring the cork on the expensive and totally not complimentary champagne and clapped along  when Papyrus impressively distance caught it, right from the opposite end of the elongated cab.
In what seemed no time at all, the Limo rolled up to the red carpet with a perfectly smooth stop and there was a click as an aide pulled the handle to, flooding the interior of the luxury car with a deluge of sound and noise. .
"Let's go, nerds." Undyne edged along the seat first, sliding from the vehicle in a practiced motion, the white silk of her empire-waisted dress fluttering dramatically as she stepped into the new world on the other side.
Grillby knew that by now his relegation to the penumbra distinctly adjacent to the spotlight was far more compromised than it once was, but he was finding himself surprised by the sheer amount of flashbulbs that turned his way.
A few yards away, Mettaton was surrounded by a cluster of reporters, allowing one of his stunning heel-clad legs to peep out from the slit of his strapless, silky dress, all in his signature glittering fuchsia of course
"Naturally, the real question is who is going to play me in the upcoming autobiographical movie: ‘The Mettaton Story’?" he was saying to one of the reporters.
"But of course I would normally consider playing myself, and with my talents, who could blame the directors for coming to me first, but it IS fashionable to have someone else play your part these days…
” He paused as if he expected the cluster of gathered individuals to chime in with a ‘how true’.
Some of them actually and LITERALLY did. Grillby had to remind himself that he was no longer anonymous and also that human perfumes and colognes were flammable just to keep from snorting.
“Besides,” he continued, and his gaze flickered unmistakably in the direction of the Subterranical party, "As my workload has increased so dramatically as of late, there are not even enough hours in the day for the band alone, am I right darlings?" He smiled winningly back at the flashing cameras.
With his own emotional response under control, he turned swiftly at to look at Undyne, but she didn’t seem to care. Either she had not heard the comment or had was exercising far more self control than he was giving her credit for.
"Miss Ó Maoilriain." Grillby’s attentions were brought back to the here and now as he had forgotten that his 'date' was herself a well-known figure in the musical community. “How does it feel to have your first post-retirement job be a Monster band?” one snotty-sounding member of the press sneered at her, eying Grillby with incredibly thinly veiled contempt.
""I was never in retirement." she said smoothly. "I just decided that after Ravenous ended a very successful career, I had the option open to work for the right band for me."
She very subtly steered the grateful fire monster away on that note and he began his headcount again.
Across the way, Papyrus was preening under the cameras, almost as easily as Mettaton, being asked dozens of questions by some gossip-rag about (unsurprisingly) his love life, mostly; what did people think of the rumours that he was dating Mettaton,? Or Undyne...or any number of human actors and actresses? What did he have to say to the gay and lesbian community?
The skeleton's apparent lack of any kind of sexual pursuit seemed to serve him well in this scenario; considering he seemed more flattered at being considered interesting enough to merit press coverage than considering the many rumours that had landed and answered quite similarly to each prospective 'suitor' inquiry with equal deference.
Satisfied that most of his band and he himself were doing very well, he turned his attention to the more problematic members of the group.
As it turned out, Papyrus already had Jerry well-to-hand, given that the first person he wound up chatting with after escaping his interrogation was pop idol Monique Mondale; the very same that Jerry had been bragging about his expectations to charm (the tight mini dress off of) all night long. Miss Mondale seemed to be far more interested in what Papyrus had to say however, but at least Jerry was getting something in by proxy - he assumed, at least enough to let him think he was.
That left him with the biggest  troublemaker of the lot who was presen...oh.no.
Where was Sans?
Grillby's practiced eye scanned the crowd, increasingly frantically when he couldn't immediately spot the frontman, but then nor could he see any kind of disturbance.
"Oh ho, ho... It is good to see you, young Grillbert!"
Grillby winced at his seldom-used and much-despised full name, then winced and staggered as the sudden powerful clap of paw-to-shoulder sent him stumbling a few paces forward, coming dangerously close to pitching him on his face.
“Hello Asgore, Sir.” He gasped, not needing to face the source of the voice to know that he was in the presence of the head of Under the Mountain Records, former King of All Monsters and his boss.
"And who is this charming young creature?" Asgore continued, pressing a kiss to Andraia's hand as gently as he had roughly ‘patted’ Grillby's back.
The Fire monster blushed a brilliant white, but thankfully not for the reason that Asgore imagined. Andraia was a lovely human and he definitely didn’t have a problem with either her company or the quality of her work with the band, but the fact that he was nursing a glaring and obvious (at least to those regularly around him) crush on his boss's ex-wife was...well…
He caught himself and stammered through the introductions, relaxing a bit when Asgore introduced his own human date - fiancee (or so they hoped if some bill allowing Monster and Humans to marry passed), even. It did make the circumstances a little bit easier to bear.
It also helped that Asgore's new beau was  clearly feeling about as uncomfortable with the massive party as he was.
"The crab cakes are excellent and you might want to get a few drinks,." she advised him with a small smile.
Asgore turned away to introduce himself to a young Japanese human with a spiky haircut and heavy eye-makeup who Grillby didn't recognize. Andraia snagged them some Gin and Tonics from a passing waiter, the aforementioned crab cakes from another (which were indeed damnably good) and introduced him to a professional looking blonde and a strung out redheaded human, both of whom were old friends of hers and veteran managers of various backstage areas. The trio fell into an easy conversation...for about five minutes, after which Andraia tugged on his sleeve.
"I think that's my cue."
She gestured towards  - and Grillby's heart sank, the approaching and unlikely duo of Sans and Alphys.
On a slightly more positive note, Alphys didn't appear to be sobbing or indeed exhibiting any other undue signs of distress. Sans too seemed remarkably quiet, even downright pleasant around her.
Grillby knew better than to look a gift horse in the mouth. Stranger things had happened. .
"I-I'm afraid I need to...we should really..."
"Right." . Andraia nodded and followed the lizard monster, evidently having interpreted the stuttering as intended.
Still somewhat unconvinced of Sans' apparent innocence, Grillby grabbed a  drink off a passing waiter that, from the smell of it probably contained enough alcohol to turn himself into an incendiary device of massive proportions if he wished it. Something of it must have shown on his face as Sans too managed to acquire one; incidentally despite the fact that the man had apparently long moved on from their location.
Deciding that actually drinking it might not be the worst idea he'd had all evening, Grillby knocked the thing back and despite the acrid alcohol smell, it turned out to be one of those drinks that was rather somewhat dangerous in nature, going down far easier than anticipated, but he did feel somewhat better for it and he turned back to Sans.
"Please tell me you were civil to her?"
"Hey I might have bugged her a little..."but you saw her, she ain't annoyed or anythin’."
Grillby turned the phrasing over in his head, fighting boozy inhibitors to suss out any hidden meaning in Sans' words
He decided however that Alphys reaction being fairly devoid of hysteria spoke for itself and he resolved to spend the rest of the night allowing the remainder of his surviving magical brain cells to ensuring the performance part of the evening went off without a hitch. Muffett was actually the first one they ran into, she seemed as impervious as ever to having arrive a touch late for the opening festivities suggesting business was clipping along as usual. She did in a more decidedly out of character turn however have a box for him and apparently one for Sans.
Inside was an intricate, strawberry-topped pastry in the shape of a boutonniere.
"Nice." Sans reply was muffled through the fact that he was already eating his, while Grillby was more enchanted; old habits died hard and this was aesthetically pleasing food if ever there was an example of it.
"This is...beautiful Muffett. Thank you."
"Oh it's not from me Dearie..." she winked three of her six eyes at him, and that made his stomach and his SOUL swoop in a dizzying way that he knew had very little to do with having consumed very potent alcohol.
"We're just heading to the green room." he informed her as though his thoughts were still right here and not off in bedroom land, choosing to pull his phone out and try to focus on anything about it in a vain attempt at mastering himself.
"Please pass along the message to Papyrus, Jerry and Undyne. they may not be checking their phones." . he added, steering Sans along by the shoulder blade so as to avoid getting strawberry or chocolate on his still-immaculate tux.
***
The most important category they'd been nominated for was after the midway point of the ceremonies, and fortunately after their performance, which was agreeable given that a loss would not be in the cards to tamper with their mindset for a good show.
This year the awards were being hosted by a woman stand-up he knew his father liked, She had very little to do with the music industry as a whole, but he'd been aware the last year's debacle of a host who could have given JERRY lessons as to how to offend every person in a earshot (namely by being in front of a world-reaching media platform,), so it seemed they weren’t pulling any punches. He could hear the MC introducing her to the stage, just as they arrived at their destination.
While the rest of the group checked out the backstage riders and started their pre-show rituals, Grillby paced around a small corner of the Green Room, thinking hard. As it turned out, the rest of the members of the band also had pastry corsages (though he was sure none but his and the Skeleton brothers’ had also included a strawberry rose), but at least the gesture being extended to all of them had helped put some of the more distracting notions out of his head for the time being.
"What do you MEAN you can't?"
And here they went.
Grillby spun to face Undyne and of all monsters Papyrus.
Nerves were getting to everyone he supposed.
"What's going on here?"
"Who told Papyrus he can't play a flaming guitar with his tongue!?"
"I-wh--"
Undyne ignored him. "WE TOTALLY PRACTICED IT?! IT'll BE BADASS!"
The fire monster went for the hail Mary. "...The fire-code people. For the building."
It worked, much to Papyrus’ relief, Undyne dropped it, but she could very clearly be heard to mutter under her breath something that sounded an awful like a variation on '...and yet they let you in'.
He sighed. He sat down. .He nibbled on his pastry corsage.
"Hey."
Grillby wasn't sure if if he'd not been looking where he had sat down or whether Sans had maneuvered himself in that tricky space manipulation way he always seemed to have, but one way or the other he found himself being tugged back against something soft and warm that was not so as a result of his own flames.
The fire monster let himself be ...cuddled, such as it was, falling a little bit limply against his new, squishy backrest. with a sigh that belied his true stress levels and (he hoped) just how well he'd been holding things together, up until now.
"Relax Gribblies, it's going to be a great show."
"Yeah. You're right."
Something sort of hard and almost-but-not-quite sharp scraped the outside of his wrist.
"Fricking...Sans, you bit me?"
He lifted his hand to his face to see the damage, and flames swirled back over the little divots in his magic.
He was tempted to stand up, especially since he could feel Sans laugh where his back was pressed against him
Instead he stayed down. He was comfortable and God knew how long that would last.
"Papyrus?"
"Nyeh?"
"Can you turn up the loud speaker a bit please?"
The skeleton who was not presently being a pillow nodded affably, setting down his guitar and in the next moment the sound of an entertained audience's appreciative chuckles filled the room.
Satisfied that there was no way he could totally drift off, despite being comfortable, (make that VERY comfortable, as Sans had decided to play with the wisps of flame that sprung like 'hair' from the top of his head) he decided there was nothing for it yet curling his long legs up under himself and simply waited for the first strains of Glamour Bomb's performance, the timing by which he had gauged their own pre-performance preparations to start in earnest, both in part because it would give them a good  amount of time to accommodate for any technical mishaps that might occur during checks, but also because they would not have to listen to and subsequently be riled up by MTT, his band or any of the rivalry they represented.  
Normally it might not have mattered as half the band were at the least professional if not strictly speaking 'chill' and the other half mercurial regardless of any outside influence, but he was unduly pleased in this case that the mercurial half seemed to be completely under an unprecedented wave of utter calm. One that he refused to allow to go to waste.
The deafening roar of applause and cheering was  shut off with a crackle and a click that barely cut through Grillby's drowsy state despite his personal insistence that he would not succumb to sleep.
"BROTHER!"
He lifted his eyes  to observe looming above them, expression an odd mixture of confusion, excitement and mild disgust.
Grillby snapped himself back to full consciousness and alertness excruciatingly slowly, up until he realized  that he had a skeleton still chewing on his wrist. that was tingling in a very odd way. He retracted his limb and attempted to rub some feeling back into it.
"IT IS TIME TO GO, NOW! WE CANNOT BE LATE!” Papyrus, who had likely never been tardy a day in his life was bouncing excitedly on the balls of his feet and looked more than a little wired. Grillby fervently hoped that his apparent nausea was in regards to his willingness to get Sans’ germs all over himself.
On to the first order of business. "Ah, Undyne. I need you to take a quick walk with me." he commanded.
The fish turned to him, the eyebrow above her good eye disappearing into her hairline. . "Sure, what's up?"
Grillby walked her away from the group, hoping she wouldn't balk at the idea. Normally he tried not to let his fidgeting show in his gait, but he had set this up without her knowledge and was  none too sure of what kind of reaction he'd get from it.
"I know you've ah, earned your stripes as our veteran band member." he said, going for a certain demureness he hoped would deflect any potential ire, but regardless of how she reacted this needed to be done. He ploughed on, coming to a halt a few yards away from a patient looking Korean man with a youthful face and carrying a complicated looking metal case.
Undyne's good eye flickered to him curiously and then back to Grillby. and with good reason. He wasn't the type to spring a huge event without warning normally and he had more than enough sense not to do anything that might potentially demoralize someone before a massive performance as well.  Still, he must have looked a great deal more dire he imagined and he attempted to soften his features as much as was instantly discernable by anyone who wasn't a fire elemental or....a member of his band he spent massive portions of every day with.
“This is Tae-Yong.  I know that Doctor Alphys looked at your arm earlier today, but  I would feel more comfortable if you got a second opinion."
Grillby braced internally.
Undyne hacked out a laugh. "Geez you are such a nerd. You're clenching your arse  so hard you might leave behind a diamond when you dust. Come on, even I know you're like a damn helicopter parent with a bullied kid over everything remotely relating to Mettaton.  I'm surprised you aren't insisting we be in one of those bullet proof Pope cases or something that humans use." she snorted. “Cripes, I hate to agree with the fatass---SANS." she drawled her correction and punctuated it with an eyeroll, "But if it'll keep you from having whatever the fire monster equivalent of an aneurysm is, I’ll totally let the little guy look at my arm. Yo kid, let's do this."
Grillby hovered while he watched Tae-Yong look at Undyne's proesthetic, but he was anxious to get back to the rest of the group.
Sans was one to talk about being uptight,. Even if it sounded like an oxymoron where the stout skeleton was concerned, it had taken the monster a very long time to start treating their human staff,  in spite of any definite trustworthiness and competency with any kind of  valid respect or at the very least to get through a day without getting bored and trying to prank them into enough annoyance to net them a cut practice session so as to knock off early.
"Go on." Undyne rolled her eyes. "I think I can take the little guy if it comes to it. Trained by Asgore instead of Juvie, remember? I’ll totally smoke the little nerd if he tries to boobytrap my arm.." She laughed at the expression on the poor technician's face, but Grillby was weighing his options and decided to go check on what sort of chaos might have developed with the rest of his band.
Chaos backstage was an omnipresent creature in general, and it was best to assume the worst.
Papyrus seemed to have been reassured that his tongue was heretofore safe from burning guitars, and was hovering by a young woman bent over an amp while he plucked his guitar, perhaps a touch nervously.  The amp in question belonged to Jerry and in any other instance the whole situation could have been seen as a bad case of White Knighting, but there was a common force against Jerry that transcended appropriate assumptions to make about gender roles and personal ability to stand up for oneself.
Speaking of nerves, the lumpy little spud was practicing, taking a cue from Papyrus he supposed. Muffett was having a reasonable discussion about her drum set and even Sans was about as serene as could be, dozing on his feet instead of rehearsing like the rest, but nor did that put him in anyone's immediate line of ire or anyone in his immediate line of interest.
"Yo, we're all done here. Got a clean bill of health - arm is virus and bug free." Undyne came up behind him, and he turned to watch her make  a fist with the prosthetic and pump it in a show of enthusiasm.
Grillby pulled out his mobile and made the transfer of funds to the young technician, shook his hand and bade him stay around the back monitors for the remainder of the show. Only awards recipients, managers and directly involved individuals had the prime seats and the back rows that could be purchased by the general public had been long sold out, but it hadn't taken much to allow an extra to join the behind-the-scenes hangers on.
Now all there was to do was wait and hope that the leadup did not belie the success of the final product.
The crackle from his cb radio  was a confirmation from Andraia that things were a go from her technician's perspective and he copied it, then pulled an unused amp just inside the audience's blind spot at the edge of the stage, took a seat and waited, hovering on the edge of it.
On stage, awards were being passed out for something; Grillby didn't recognize the recipients, he thought perhaps it might have been Spoken Word but even if he’d been interested this was too close to zero hour to pay the barest polite attention. They were in the final moments now; behind the set-covering curtain, Subterranical were taking marks, roadies were scrambling to complete their last chances to make sure nothing had slipped notice.
He caught Sans’ eye, in part because it was flashing gold-blue; but it was gone the moment they locked gazes.
“...Subterranical!” the MC walked off stage left to screaming and cheering and it was on.
Grillby tensed without realizing it.
The song was supposed to be the single - 'Fuck the War Machine'. Sans had no problem with censorship, personally finding  'bleeping' network sanctioned ‘offensive’ words amusing rather than anything else.
But this was not that song. Grillby’s SOUL clenched as it went through a wave of nervous emotions
Subterranical was definitely playing a new song. None of them had managed to disclose it; even Papyrus who was normally transparent as glass had managed to keep the secret.
There was no profanity in the song; and by the second verse, Grillby had stopped panicking enough to realize that it wasn't a prank.
He began listening to the song. It was good. Really good. Better than anything on the album.
Sans' lyrics were perhaps what put the the band as over the top popular as it was. Sans sang songs of war and murder and 'dark' things and that was to be expected of a Metal group and it probably lent some edge that they were Monsters which had evolved into something ‘unknown’ and ‘scary’ for humans. His true power lay in his odd...ability - ability really was the only word for it - to sound like a veteran of these things, even if Grillby knew personally that he was more or less the same age as him. They’d met as children. Not even Muffett - the eldest member of the band had anything on that kind of a scale as part of her lifespan. It would have been one thing if Sans were a researcher with a degree of accuracy and respect for a sensitive topic, but this wasn’t that either.
The long and the short of it was that Mettaton was a decent actor, but whatever talent he brought to his role as Monster Performer: Idol to Human and Monster alike, there was no match to Sans ability to exude something that suggested he’d been personally present for major events in their history.
However he managed it, it had only gotten stronger with time and it was in full force now. The audience was going predictably insane.
Grillby thumbed on the button of the walkie talkie, legitimately struggling to keep his voice low. "Wow. Got me."
Andraia flashed him a thumbs up from the sound booth and with that he let himself enjoy the moment.
The fire monster was very nearly doing a dance of joy.  He had sat down to counteract the emotional and physical turmoil of the long day exhausting his magic, but no one watching him could have known it and for himself being tired was the farthest thing from his mind. He was burning bright, white-hot and orange, gold flickering off him in such fervor that he had to sink further into the shadows, cheering along with the crowd, almost feeling as though he was louder than all of them.
Something cool blew past the back of his neck, fanning his flames and he whirled in shock and a thrill of embarrassment to see Toriel standing behind him, a bemused expression on her face and lips pursed from the teasing puff of air she'd sent at his neck.
"Why hello there ‘Mr. Grillby.’" she smiled.
He didn't bother to restrain himself, still too caught up in the moment to care much about some minor bashfulness and hugged her, unashamedly. "You were able to come!"
"Yes, Muffett made a small tweak to the green room rider." she was wearing her bakery uniform and was still a little floury.
"The gifts you sent were excellent." he added, adrenaline continuing to eclipse his usual low-key shyness. And he was still holding her hand. There it went.
He barely had the time to dwell on the situation as the band had made their way off stage and he was bowled over literally by a sea of bones, fur, scales and hair. The tar from Muffett's black lipstick managed to sear a lasting lipstick-kiss mark on his cheek and his air was being uncomfortably choked off but yet he couldn't think of a situation he'd rather be in. Papyrus hefted him and Undyne had a brief scuffle with him with him over which of them could supplex him better.
Across the way the crew along with Andraia were celebrating in an equal, though somewhat less limb-heavy tangle, which he found himself pause to watch.
“So take it y’aint too pissed off with the new song?” Someone said into his back.
“No.” The breathlessness of the reply had very little to do with the fact that Sans’ arms were locked rather fiercely around his waist.
He relaxed into the embrace until Papyrus ripped his brother away with a whoop.
Grillby went to extract Andraia to take them down to their seats for the remainder of the evening, after they were re-dressed and/or cleaned up into their party clothes once more.
Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Sans and Toriel, huddled close together.
He squashed down the invasive spike of envy (and the still-lingering question of who it was for), wanting to get out of there in a huff...kind of...but mastering the childish impulse and busying himself with getting back on track until ''Professional Grillby was back in control.
He found himself , along with the rest of the band being hurriedly ushered out after the music played to coax a long-winded -award recipient off the stage, and the group were soon being served Champagne in an aisle-adjacent table. Grillby didn't know if it was coincidence  or because they would be expected to be using that aisle soon, but he crossed his fiery fingers in the hopes of the latter.
As it turned out, Andraia won an award for Best Engineering on the Blue Album, which meant they were officially not walking away empty handed. Papyrus had been nominated for Best Metal Performance but lost gracefully to Metallica's latest tour (and he quite rightly felt there was no shame in that.)  Still, it would be good to receive something band-specific for their troubles and Grillby found himself fidgeting through Lil' Hal's  acceptance speech for best Hip Hop Artist more than he'd like to admit.
Monique Mondale was the presenter for the newly crafted Monster-produced album award and she had a short speech prepared on the importance of Asgore's significance in forming Under the Mountain records and how it was significant that this year there were enough Monster performers to create a category for awards.
Everyone knew including Punk Hamster himself that the race was between Glamour Bomb and Subterranical but the rodent-like creature waved at the cameras when they trained themselves on him.
Grillby tried to relax himself, but even using the big screen as a reference couldn't seem to unclench his muscles. Never had he been so grateful for his elemental nature - most anyone watching who wasn't familiar with a fire elemental would be able to read his body language for what it was.
Of course, his whole family would likely have something to say about it later.
Up on stage, Monique had come to the end of the ‘drawing out the suspense for extended viewing’ portion of her presentation and slid a manicured nail under the seal of the envelope. She bent near the microphone.
"And the winner of the award for Best new Monster artist is..."
She used the expectant pause to slide out the paper and bring it to eye level. "Subterranical!"
The declaration rang out to Grillby's ears las though it was screamed at decibel level. They’d won. There was no mistake about it.
Beside him, Undyne was impressively wrestling Jerry back into his seat with one arm on the pretense of a congratulatory hug and trying to maneuver Papyrus into getting up and making his way to the stage with her leg.
The tall skeleton walked to the stage, receiving a kiss on the cheek bone and a half-air hug from Monique and leaning down to the microphone even though it was hefted to its furthest height to read the brief speech.
“No, it IS fair, Mettaton...!”
In the chaos it took everyone a moment to realize that the voice that was speaking was not Papyrus'.
“...A-after...after what w-we did...we...di...didn't deserve to win."
Papyrus fell silent, realizing that he wasn’t being listened to and a horrified expression crossing his face as he finally processed just what was interrupting him. Even the curious buzzing that had started up had died down to near complete silence now, with the tv coverage crew having located the source of the unfamiliar, nervous soprano stutter.
"Y...You nearly killed Undyne." The cameras had zeroed in on Alphys, who was standing at her unimpressive full height over the seated and blank-looking Mettaton and twisting the bodice of her black polkadotted evening dress in her claws. If she was aware she was on television she either hadn't noticed or had moved beyond caring.
"A-and...and I kn--know it was a-an a-a-a-accident." her stuttering became more pronounced in her half-determined, half fearful bravado. "B-but...you---you made me lie and I don't want to lie and hide things Mettaton!I ...I hate it and Undyne deserves to win and we do not. A-and I...I-d-don’t care i-if you fire m-me! I q-quit!"
Sans folded his hands across his stomach peaceably. Undyne's face was now the one on camera but she seemed unusually calm.
At the end of the row, Grillby stood up.
He found himself walking down to the row of tables by the stage, . He saw the cameras follow his progress in his periphery vision. .
The entire room of elegantly dressed people was silent in the wake of Alphys’ pronouncement and (he acknowledged it as being) Sans retaliatory ‘prank’ . Grillby came to a halt at the end of the row in front of the duo, rooted to the spot and staring at the both of them. It was almost impossible to tell what he was thinking. That was generally the case as with no incredibly obvious facial ticks or features, but this was a whole different case.
Sans might have made a joke about ‘frozen’ and ‘irony’ but it was just so eerie.
Mettaton stood and finding himself almost immediately in Grillby’s face, took a careful step back, almost stumbling over his carefully crafted pink spile of a heel; an impressive feat for a robot with servos and motors designed to keep his balance level at all times.
Sans had sat up a little bit from his initial pleased ‘innocent observer’ slump but now was quite aware that what to come next was not good. Grillby had, it seemed, run totally out of his last vestiges of patience.
[Maybe this timeline had finally run its course.]
The fire monster reared up like a cobra - he was certainly tall but had always been thinner than even Papyrus (or so said Sans), In that moment however he seemed intimidatingly huge, his face, livid with blue-white flames looming down over Metaton’s .
“If you ever.” he began, voice dripping with bile “Come near my band again, I will find out EXACTLY how much heat it will take to melt magic-imbued metal.”
He plucked the award out of Papyrus’ fingers, turning to find him there; presumably to stop him but the elemental didn’t even miss a beat. The stunned guitarist didn’t make a move and he ascended the stairs, and very calmly placed it onto the podium. “We do not want this.” he informed the dumbstruck Idol hostess with quiet politeness, for all the world sounding as though he was returning a pair of trousers he’d discovered a stain on just out of the store.
He ushered himself off the end of the stage and as one the remainder of the Subterranical party stood. Somehow it seemed like the right thing to do. Grillby offered his hand to Andraia who barely hesitated to take it.
Internally he was delighted he had not found time to ask Toriel to be his date as he had initially planned. He swept her down the aisle before the confused and grateful looking security guards could react, stopping only at the auditorium doors to turn back.
Subterranical gazed back at him.
His eyes were kind now but his voice brooked no argument. “Let’s go home.”
***
The rest of the night passed in such a blur Grillby could have been intoxicated for all he remembered of it, though at least that would have been a better excuse. Much like being drunk the enormity of his actions at the ceremony hit him all at once once he had rubbed a decent amount of sleep from his eyes.
He had behaved foolishly, impulsively and childishly, so focussed on and distracted with his ridiculous (and nonexistent) love life he'd let his professional one slide into the proverbial ditch.
He dressed himself in a casual jumper and jeans and peered into the mirror. There would be a lot of work to do.
He had to start right away.
He was still livid.
Stepping out of his room, he predictably found the entirety of the band clustered around the dinette table as best they could, waiting for him and not even bothering to bicker about personal space.
Apparently somewhere in the last 12 hours or so, the table had acquired a new centerpiece - namely their award from the previous night.
Grillby had a pretty good idea where - or more accurately, by whose hand that had come from.
He tore his gaze from it and tried to spread it evenly among the rest of the group.
He took a deep breath and let it out, willing away some of his ire, even if he could feel his own flames licking as white as they had the previous night.
He opened his mouth. He was going to apologize, explain himself, ask forgiveness. Instead, he told them only two words.  "September 6."
That said, he turned and exited into the kitchen, letting the door click quietly behind him.
Subterranical looked at each other from across the cramped Banquette.
70 days, 22 Hours, 35 minutes and 8 seconds before the next album dropped….
End of Season 1
To Come in Season 2…:
Grillby lay back comfortably on the bed, catching a rare moment of comfort and uninterrupted rest in the the peace of his hotel room. He scraped the last bit of pasta off the admittedly well-made room service plate and got up to put it outside for collection by the staff, only to be greeted by Papyrus, one hand raised pre-knock.
***
"DARLINGS! We are here for our turn to use the soundstage!"
***
“‘Sup Pap?”
“What’s this?”
“Well that would be food Papyrus. That’s what you tend to find in a fridge.” she’d been somewhat quiet since the moment of Alphys painful confession, but even she couldn’t keep the sass out of her voice.
“I KNOW THAT.” the Skeleton put his hand on his hip bone and then and grabbed the door before it could swing back shut. “BUT ALL OF THIS TUPPERWARE!”
***
"Yes." he said rather stupidly.
"I am sorry, I asked if you preferred cinnamon or butterscotch."
“Still yes.”
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Questions Part 1 (26/01/2018)
angel; favorite album of all time?
Halsey’s Badlands & Room 93. Post Malone’s Stoney. Lil Soda Boi’s From Me, with Love. The 1975′s ILIWYS. Lana Del Rey’s Born To Die (paradise edition). 
honey; are you a very affectionate person?
God no, i hate people touching me. I can only hug other people and even then its awkward and uncomfortable. I only like hugs from one person when i’m sad because i know a bitch comforting me. Other than that, don’t touch me, don’t look at me either.
moonlight;  do you enjoy museums?
Yeah lol, the last time i went was when i was 16 though. I didn’t go to college because i was having a breakdown about Allison Argent’s Death. There was obviously other things in the mix but that was what hurt me, still does to be honest. We went to the one in town and they thought my brother was my dad. There was a name in the book that said Nigel with no explanation so we came up with a theory that it was a ghost. It was a fun day, but now i remember how sad i was, so im sad now. 
roses;  what does love feel like to you? describe it!
Love feels.. sad in a way. Not in a all the time way, because that’s not really love. But you’re sad to be away from them, you feel down at the thought of losing them, but you don’t believe they’ll hurt you. If you think they will, either go to therapy because that’s not healthy, or leave the relationship if its just that person. Whatever, i’m sidetracked, but basically it makes you feel warm. Like you know how the sun feels when you’re in your back garden and its summer, and the sun is setting. Its like that, but in your heart. It feels like how happy i am, when i see the moon. It feels safe, it feels good. You just know when it hits and you’re so happy and you just smile thinking about them you know!? I’m probably not making sense but i know what i mean.
shimmer; zodiac sign?
I’m a Leo but that will never really change. I feel like i’m lowkey cancer though if i could choose. Or at least i’m a Cancer-Leo cusp. Not that astrology is real but idk its fun to read sometimes. I did a buzzfeed quiz about which sign is your soulmate? and i got Capricorn. I feel like that is accurate though. I think i’m meant to end up with either a Capricorn, or an Aries.
princess; have you ever been to disneyland? if so, favorite ride?
I haven’t, no. I used to want to go once when i was a kid because i saw an advert for it. My family never really went on vacations, and if we did it would be in the country. We couldn’t really afford it. It makes me sad to say that because my family are wonderful, though i may not always get on with them, i do love them. When i say it makes me sad i mean that I wish we could’ve travelled but we were too poor. People talk about their family vacations with such pride and i never got to do that, and it felt like i missed out, and when i told them my family and I don’t go on vacations, they always looked at me in pity. It made me feel bad about myself, like why couldn’t i go, what did i do wrong? why was my family seen as less because we don’t have money? Being poor as a kid does shit to you. No-one ever really talks about it but its sad. My family didn’t have it bad or anything, we lived in a okay town, in a nice, but old, neighbourhood. We were lucky in the sense that we had a home and that we had each other. But growing up i was always scared of being homeless and starving. I see the way people treat the homeless and it breaks my heart. My dad would always treat me with food, and cheap clothes as i was growing up. I don’t know whether it’s a i want you to have what i never had growing up, or if it was a you’re my only daughter and i want to spoil you, or it was a you’re being bullied at school and if i buy you a bag of haribos, maybe it wont hurt you thing. (It did hurt me by the way).
cherry; have you ever been to a psychic?
I haven’t and i can’t say i ever will. I did write a script about this fake psychic when i was like 17, it was really political and was about cultural appropriation and systematic racism. My teacher was political also and we had the same-ish views, so i knew she’d read it and enjoy it.I was really political when i was 16-18. I got tired of constant debates. It’s draining after a while. I think i was really into politics because i was trying to figure out my sexuality, and it helped to know there was a whole community of lesbians/bisexual women who were passionate and caring so i merged myself in them. But back to psychics, i don’t really think their is psychics. I mean i remember this post i read on tumblr when i was like 12 or some shit and it was talking about how we’ve lived life before, but when we die, we meet god, and we live another life. Basically every human on earth, is the same soul, but obviously with different opinions/backstories. It blew my mind and i still think about it to this day. What i’m trying to say is you know when we get deja vu? it’s like that but we know the memory that were going through again, because we saw it as a different person in that situation. it probably is dumb and as far as incorrect as possible, but its a fun theory about life i guess.
magic; favorite film?
My favourite film would be Golden Compass. I saw it when i was like 8 and i was obsessed. The main girl, Lyra, was 12 and i was (looking back) in love with her. No doubt. Her and Pam the ferret i think it was, were who i wanted to be (and be with). i saw it with my parents and i got it on dvd. I had a little compass toy that i loved so much and i’m still sad that i got rid of it. We (me and my parents) did this test online, about what is your daemon, which is like this little animal that lives with you, and you’re soul connected i believe, and whatever pain each other feels, you both feel it. I remember getting a spider, and it ran across the screen and i wet myself (not literally) i was terrified i hate them so much. Never did that quiz again.
starlight;  have you ever written a love letter?
I have i guess? I used to write letters to my first girlfriend because she lived far away and idk it was cute to me. I love getting letters that people have wrote. I wont tell anyone that but i really do. I want someone i love to write me one deep down. However, i would say i have, i used to write her stories as well. they were about her being a princess, and it was quite cute, probably not good writing at all though.
velvet; do you enjoy horror films?
Yes! dear god yes! I was obsessed with them you have no idea. Right, so when i was 17 for my first project in my class i was writing a horror movie script, blah blah blah, i watched horror movies for research (that’s how kind my teacher was) and i couldn’t stop. I was watching one a day at least and it was so good. Even the bad ones were entertaining. I stopped after a while though because i was really paranoid someone was following me, and every time i walked around a corner/opened a door, i braced myself for there to be a murderer standing their, ready to kill me. That’s i think when i knew it wasn’t good for me. Can’t tell when anything else is though.
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100 Questions That Nobody Ever Asks
So apparently you can’t edit a post anymore so instead of reblogging and filling in my answers I have to DO A WHOLE NEW POST so below is copy & pasted oaky thank.
While I have been on Tumblr for a while I’ve never really posted on her before and I decided why not kick it off with a Question Tag.
1. DO YOU SLEEP WITH YOUR CLOSET DOORS OPEN OR CLOSED?
Open, I’ll take my chances
2. DO YOU TAKE THE SHAMPOOS AND CONDITIONER BOTTLES FROM HOTELS?
Gimme
3. DO YOU SLEEP WITH YOUR SHEETS TUCKED IN OR OUT?
Tucked out what the fuc
4. HAVE YOU STOLEN A STREET SIGN BEFORE?
No????? 
5. DO YOU LIKE TO USE POST-IT NOTES?
Not often...
6. DO YOU CUT OUT COUPONS BUT THEN NEVER USE THEM?
No why would I cut them out if I’m not going to use them come on now
7. WOULD YOU RATHER BE ATTACKED BY A BIG BEAR OR A SWARM OF BEES?
Bear
8. DO YOU HAVE FRECKLES?
Yes they reside on my nose
9. DO YOU ALWAYS SMILE FOR PICTURES?
Usually. I do not have a good sultry look, so
10. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST PET PEEVE?
FUCK I had this the other day and now I can’t remember. I’m gonna go with when people think they’re opinion is the only correct opinion and treat everyone with other opinions as crazy
11. DO YOU EVER COUNT YOUR STEPS WHEN YOU WALK?
No I never learned to count
12. HAVE YOU PEED IN THE WOODS?
So many times. Shoutout to Mulgrave’s yearly camping trips for that one
13. HAVE YOU EVER POOPED IN THE WOODS?
Yep, welcome to nature kiddos
14. DO YOU EVER DANCE EVEN IF THERES NO MUSIC PLAYING?
Not usually, but if there’s music I’m GOIN
15. DO YOU CHEW YOUR PENS AND PENCILS?
Nope
16. HOW MANY PEOPLE HAVE YOU SLEPT WITH THIS WEEK?
None oops
17. WHAT SIZE IS YOUR BED?
Double bed
18. WHAT IS YOUR SONG OF THE WEEK?
Shape of You - Ed Sheeran
19. IS IT OK FOR GUYS TO WEAR PINK?
Of course 
20. DO YOU STILL WATCH CARTOONS?
Yes!!
21. WHAT IS YOUR LEAST FAVOURITE MOVIE?
Somehow, 2001 A Space Odyssey beats out The Exorcist
22. WHERE WOULD YOU BURY HIDDEN TREASURE IF YOU HAD SOME?
Are you trying to trick the answer out of me? Nice 
23. WHAT DO YOU DRINK WITH DINNER?
Water or juice - I like cranberry/raspberry the best rn
24. WHAT DO YOU DIP A CHICKEN NUGGET IN?
Nothing??? Don’t taint the nugget?/?
25. WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE FOOD?
Starches. But if I have to choose, pasta
26. WHAT MOVIES COULD YOU WATCH OVER AND OVER AGAIN AND STILL LOVE?
Forrest Gump, Hercules (the Disney version), Murder by Death, Love Actually, any Wes Anderson, any musical... it goes on
27. LAST PERSON YOU KISSED/KISSED YOU?
Guy at a club
28. WERE YOU EVER A BOY/GIRL SCOUT?
Nope was not about that wilderness life
29. WOULD YOU EVER STRIP OR POSE NUDE IN A MAGAZINE?
I’d consider it, depends which magazine 
30. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WROTE A LETTER TO SOMEONE ON PAPER?
A couple months ago
31. CAN YOU CHANGE THE OIL ON A CAR?
Nope
32. EVER GOTTEN A SPEEDING TICKET?
Nope
33. EVER RAN OUT OF GAS?
Nope
34. WHAT’S YOUR FAVOURITE KIND OF SANDWICH?
Mmmmm either chicken/brie/cranberry/avocado, or a really good grilled cheese
35. BEST THING TO EAT FOR BREAKFAST?
I’m a breakfast minimalist. Maybe some toast and an apple
36. WHAT IS YOUR USUAL BEDTIME?
12-2am
37. ARE YOU LAZY?
Very
38. WHEN YOU WERE A KID, WHAT DID YOU DRESS UP AS FOR HALLOWEEN?
Lots of variation... everything from princesses to a dalmation to a renaissance woman
39. WHAT IS YOUR CHINESE ASTROLOGICAL SIGN?
Year of the Ox
40. HOW MANY LANGUAGES CAN YOU SPEAK?
English fluently, used to be fluent in Spanish but now I can just pick up bits and pieces
41. DO YOU HAVE ANY MAGAZINE SUBSCRIPTIONS?
Food Network Magazine
42. WHICH ARE BETTER: LEGOS OR LINCOLN LOGS?
Legos what the fucc kind of question is this
43. ARE YOU STUBBORN?
At everything, yes
44. WHO IS BETTER: LENO OR LETTERMAN?
Could not care less
45. EVER WATCH SOAP OPERAS?
Rarely
46. ARE YOU AFRAID OF HEIGHTS?
Nope
47. DO YOU SING IN THE CAR?
Always
48. DO YOU SING IN THE SHOWER?
I cannot deny my adoring crowd
49. DO YOU DANCE IN THE CAR?
Still working on that one
50. EVER USED A GUN?
Nope
51. LAST TIME YOU GOT A PORTRAIT TAKEN BY A PHOTOGRAPHER?
Probably at some dance
52. DO YOU THINK MUSICALS ARE CHEESY?
NO THEY ARE MY FAVOURITE
53. IS CHRISTMAS STRESSFUL?
Not enough to rob it of it’s joy
54. EVER EAT A PIEROGI?
Yes mmm starch
55. FAVOURITE TYPE OF FRUIT PIE?
Apple 
56. OCCUPATIONS YOU WANTED TO BE WHEN YOU WERE A KID?
Lawyer, singer, vet
57. DO YOU BELIEVE IN GHOSTS?
Not even a little 
58. EVER HAVE A DEJA-VU FEELING?
Yep
59. DO YOU TAKE A VITAMIN DAILY?
I take several
60. DO YOU WEAR SLIPPERS?
How would my toes enjoy the floor?
61. DO YOU WEAR A BATH ROBE?
Not a lot
62. WHAT DO YOU WEAR TO BED?
PJ shorts & a tshirt
63. WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST CONCERT?
Shania Twain!
64. WALMART, TARGET, OR KMART?
Walmart but I don’t love any of them
65. NIKE OR ADIDAS?
Nike
66. CHEETOS OR FRITOS?
CHEETOS WHO ARE YOU
67. PEANUTS OR SUNFLOWER SEEDS?
Peanuts mm
68. EVER HEAR OF THE GROUP TRES BIEN?
No??? Is this a promo??
69. EVER TAKE DANCE LESSONS?
For like 10+ years in ballet, jazz & hip-hop
70. IS THERE A PROFESSION YOU PICTURE YOUR FUTURE SPOUSE DOING?
I don’t think so
71. CAN YOU CURL YOUR TONGUE?
My best talent
72. EVER WON A SPELLING BEE?
Yes, grade 6. I must thank ‘antidisestablishmentarianism’ 
73. HAVE YOU EVER CRIED BECAUSE YOU WERE SO HAPPY?
Yes
74. OWN ANY RECORD ALBUMS?
Nope, no record player
75. OWN A RECORD PLAYER?
Nope
76. DO YOU REGULARLY BURN INCENSE?
Never, but candles yes
77. EVER BEEN IN LOVE?
Yes, once
78. WHO WOULD YOU LIKE TO SEE IN CONCERT?
Would love to see Watsky again
79. WHAT WAS THE LAST CONCERT YOU SAW?
Probably whoever played O Week last year at my uni
80. HOT TEA OR COLD TEA?
No tea
81. TEA OR COFFEE?
Hot chocolate, please
82. SUGAR COOKIES OR SNICKERDOODLES?
Sugar cookies
83. CAN YOU SWIM WELL?
Yes I am a fish and would happily live in the ocean 
84. CAN YOU HOLD YOUR BREATH WITHOUT HOLDING YOUR NOSE?
Yes. Can some people not do this?
85. ARE YOU PATIENT?
Not at all
86. DJ OR BAND AT A WEDDING?
DJ, but that’s a tricky one
87. EVER WON A CONTEST?
I think so, but I can’t recall which at the moment. I definitely won a guess-the-number-of-candies contest in middle school
88. HAVE YOU EVER HAD PLASTIC SURGERY?
Nope
89. WHICH ARE BETTER: BLACK OR GREEN OLIVES?
GET THOSE OLIVES OUT OF MY FACE PLS
90. CAN YOU KNIT OR CROCHET?
I can knit, and got really into it for awhile back in high school, but don’t anymore
91. BEST ROOM FOR A FIREPLACE?
The family/living room
92. DO YOU WANT TO GET MARRIED?
Yes
93. IF MARRIED, HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN MARRIED?
Been married to books for about 18 years
94. WHO WAS YOUR HIGH SCHOOL CRUSH?
I had several in junior & middle school, and then dated my high school crush from grade 10 until graduation - Colin
95. DO YOU CRY AND THROW A FIT UNTIL YOU GET YOUR OWN WAY?
No... what
96. DO YOU HAVE KIDS?
Nope
97. DO YOU WANT KIDS?
Nope
98. WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE COLOUR?
A nice green
99. DO YOU MISS ANYONE RIGHT NOW?
Micaela & Sarah - my children. And my parents
100. WHO ARE YOU GOING TO TAG TO DO THIS TAG NEXT?
Anyone who sees this text is now legally bound to do it sorry I don’t make the rules
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