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#i just need to do stuff asap is the thing! but break is so soon... happy

beatrixstonehill2 · 3 months

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"Ugh, why oh why did my family have to move down south? This is absolutely out of hand. I mean, I knew it would be bad, and I warned them but they both seemed more than thrilled for their petite Liberal daughter to have a taste of what they really wanted for me deep down. I played on the volleyball team back home in Connecticut and loved it, so naturally as soon as I started University here I signed up and oh my god. It's immediate how much everyone down here wants you to become some hucow trad wife with a forty-five IQ. I've been here just one year and my first doctor's appointment went a little something like:

Them: "Hi, how many kids have you had so far?"

Me: "None, I'm only twenty."

Them, frantically writing a half dozen prescriptions: "That's horrible, we'll get you squared away. We'll start you off with fertility drugs, aphrodisiacs, pain pills--the good stuff, so you can take whatever the frat boys dish out. And IQ-lowering drugs."

Come to find out under my insurance, mandated by the state, I'm obligated to take all this stuff under legal penalty. I've heard I wouldn't go to jail, just a girls' correction camp where I'd be conditioned into love becoming a breeder. I couldn't believe any of it at first, but I adjusted..... knowing I'd be a horny, overly fertile mess with an IQ that shrank by the day....... I went from a 163 to an 84. But my doctor is unhappy and wants me to halve it asap.

I started playing volleyball and it clearly wasn't a sport down here, just a spectacle for male titillation. One team would be 'shirts' and the other would be 'skins'. The 'shirts' team would play with a tied off wet T-shirt, no bottoms, and the 'skins' would play topless in a super short schoolgirl skirt. In women's college sports, the winning team would be injected on the spot with breast-growth drugs, super potent, as a handicap of sorts. Punishing us for having athletic ability, same went for gymnasts or girls that ran track. They'd all be injected if they won. Most of us were absurdly pregnant. We all had huge boobs, fat asses, so horny we could hardly focus, bouncing and posing for the mostly male spectators. Doing fun things like groping ourselves when we score, or pissing ourselves in front of everyone as we rub our bellies sexily.

I gave birth during a game, still playing while in labor with quintuplets. I looked ready to explode and everyone joked that they hoped I would burst. Well, I'm not sure if they were joking, to be honest..... But as you can see my team did exceptionally well, thanks in large part to me, who actually came from a background playing the game seriously. The growing belly, bouncing udders, and shrinking IQ barely interrupted my focus..... Only problem is we're growing so fast and doing so well we're all starting to struggle with just how big our boobs are getting. I'm already two months pregnant again...... And we just won our first game yesterday. If I could feel pain I bet my back would hurt.....

The girls keep saying we're gonna have boobs so massive our backs break, and they say it like it's no big deal. Not to worry, we just need to meet good men who can take care of us once we're basically just a gigantic pair of breasts that can give birth, little more. They even naughtily say our bodies will be numb from getting paralyzed, so guys can do whatever they want to us and we won't even feel it. Guess all the pain meds are getting us ready to have a set of proper back-breaking tits. I even giggle and join in, knowing it's so disgusting and misogynistic...... I chat with my new friends, smoking, our pussies full of cum, our IQs turning to slush, breasts growing cartoonishly big, dripping milk constantly..... I tell them how fun it'll be watching my future husband do whatever he wants with me, having his way with my body, getting out all of his anger and frustration of my colossal breasts, each weighing more than me... maybe each weighing double what I do. And they all couldn't agree more with me. Maybe.... I'm starting to like living down here. How silly I was..... ever thinking I'd be more than pair of tits and a womb...."

#breast expansion #be #breast inflation #pregnant kink #breeding k1nk #immobile kink #free use kink

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gabessquishytum · 7 months

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Hot Chef! Hob + kid fic prompt

Dream has food issues okay, and for this and number of other reasons, including that he now has full time custody of Orpheus and can't just forget meals or feed his son soy sauce packets 🤷🏽‍♀️, Dream (well his sister) hires a home chef.

Now there will be food in the house, that Dream learns to warm up and Orpheus has vegetables to eat. What Dream wasn't expecting was a gorgeous man, covered in tattoos that come with [fun] stories, who's great with Orpheus. Many days pass where Dream breaks from writing to find Hob and Orpheus making dessert together.

Dream is smitten.

I ABSOLUTELY love this, we need more chef Hob stuff!!! He's so perfect. My preference is for Hob cooking Indian food a lot, but honestly I just love the whole idea of him in the kitchen,,, sleeves rolled up,,, tattoes on display,,,

Hob is great. Normally Dream can handle breakfast, it's the one meal he has a reasonable grasp on (pour cereal, pour milk, burn toast, make more toast, etc). But at weekends Hob comes in to do a special cooked breakfast like pancakes, omelette, vegetable umpa, oats idli (which is Dream’s new favourite thing, its the only thing he can stomach in the morning and it fills him up properly). Hob is fun to have around and it really feels like a family breakfast, which is great for Orpheus. He's really coming out of his shell and it makes Dream a little misty eyed.

Most of what Hob makes is cooked and frozen to be heated up later, but he insists on doing fresh meals occasionally. Dream is convinced that Hob just wants to make sure that he eats, and he's not as annoyed by that as he probably should be.

"Good food is my love language." Hob explains with a shy smile. "It makes me happy to see people eat."

And Dream tries to convince himself that Hob is talking about Orpheus, there, but... he's not sure. Sometimes Hob gives him steamy looks across the kitchen that Dream wants to melt right into.

Maybe he should ask Hob to make a romantic candlelit dinner for the two of them. Dream still has a fridgeload of issues, but he's smart enough to know that if he doesn't snap Hob up for himself soon, someone else is going to. A man with biceps like that who can cook?? Dream needs to put a ring on it, asap. If Hob will have him...

(He will.)

#the sandman #dreamling

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lusticial · 2 years

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kokichi, junko and izuru, mukuro, and tsumugi (non despair!) with an extremely unpredictable (but surprisingly smart) reader? smart as in knowing seemingly everything about everything, and unpredictable as in will build a working tank out of a plastic fork in one hour out of pure boredom

sorry if theres too many characters! if there are than i dont mind if you just do the first 3. ty!

kokichi, junko, izuru, mukuro, and tsumugi with a smart & unpredictable reader!

warning: gn reader, mentions of bullets on mukuros part, not proofread.

KOKICHI OUMA

when he first met you, he thought you were a normal person. he saw nothing extraordinary about you.

though, this was his mistake. he fell for your unpredictable-ness.

one morning, he walked into the breakfast room thing I FORGOT THE NAME LOL

to his surprise, he saw YOU standing next to a huge cinnamon bun which smelled really good

"WOAH! WHAT IS THAT!"

"..."

from that moment on, he KNEW you guys were gonna get along.

he took up every opportunity to bother you, hoping you would finally lash out on him

but ya never did!

he would purposely clog his toilet just to watch you unclog it with a tube of lipgloss.

and you never made a mistake?? huh??

he was so intrigued. he thought you were.So cool.

whenever he tried lying to you, you always saw through it. as much as he hated it, he was very impressed.

"there's no one quite like y/n!"

JUNKO ENOSHIMA

omg.WAHT??

im saying this because. she sensed it as soon as she saw you.

it was cold outside, you were just trying to buy a hot coffee.

all of a sudden, some SUPERMODEL grabs your shoulders and just. stares at you.

don't be intimidated! she's just trying to read you.

when she's certain you have potential, she immediately starts screaming and hugging you.

poor you 😭

"hah... uh.. everything okay..?"

"omg SO SORRY FORGOT TO INTRODUCE MYSELF!! the names junko enoshima!!"

after that, she insisted on getting coffee with you. even though you didn't know her, you subconsciously agreed.

after that day, you guys started hanging out more and more.

you also got a lot more phone calls then usual. i wonder who it could be??

"y/nnn!!!! i need you ASAP! i just dropped my favorite blush :(("

she did it on purpose

after a while, she couldn't take it anymore. she had dropped SO MANY hints that she likes you, but you just never understood!

she soon invited you to the same starbucks you both met at

"y/n, i like, really need to ask you something..."

"yeah?"

"so like... do you wanna be my s/o or wtv"

you just... sat there.

she said it so casually? but of course you said yes.

you guys lived happily ever after the end hahaha I HOPE YOU GIYS BREAK UP.

IZURU KAMUKURA

you were both regulars at a certain coffee shop, so he often saw you a lot.

at first, he saw you as an npc. he never payed much attention to you.

that is, until there was an accident at the coffee shop.

one of the blenders had exploded, and it was rush hour.

you got up from your seat and started fixing it with a straw and a toothpick.

he watched it all, he was suddenly very curious.

he had never seen someone like you, he wanted to know you better.

everyday, you would go to the coffee shop and catch up on some school work.

until... you notice a certain person sitting closer and closer to you everyday.

one day, while you were leaving, that same man tapped on your shoulder.

your first thought was that he looked a bit scary. black suit, LONG hair, and crimson eyes.

"hm? sorry, did you need something?"

"yes. i'm izuru kamukura."

he held out his hand, indicating for you to shake it.

you shook his hand "nice to meet you, izuru! my names y/n."

after that, you guys had small talk every day at the coffee shop, until the small talk turned into full on conversations.

well, you mostly did the talking. he listened, which was nice.

he would ask you to make the most random stuff, which you would actually do.

"well, how about a duck made out of pencil led?"

the next day you'd walk into the coffee shop with a duck on the tip of your pencil.

he was very fascinated.

perhaps... you were not so boring.

MUKURO IKUSABA

now this, this was definetly something.

she couldn't help but want to know more about you, but at the same time, she tried isolating herself from you.

she originally knew you because you were good friends with junko, so she was forced to listen when junko rambled about your amazing intelligence.

the only interaction you and mukuro ever had was a slight wave and a small "hey".

it started off small. instead of smiling everytime you saw eachother, she would greet you with "hello."

everything when up from there. the "hello" turned into a "hey y/n!" and a hug sometimes.

though, she had to admit, she was amazed to see you turn a box of tissues into a GENUINE bullet.

even though it didn't cut through skin, mukuro believed she had underestimated you.

she won't admit it, but she loved watching you build useless stuff out of useless objects.

whenever she asked why, you would simply state "cause i'm bored" which kind of made her even more curious.

she couldn't take it anymore. the more she thought about it, the more she wanted you in her life forever.

of course, you noticed this very fast. you just wanted to see HER do it.

soon, she finally invited you somewhere. a park. in her head, it was a perfect idea.

but umm... there were babies crying, dogs barking, and children begging their dads to play with them.

when she asked you out, you laughed and said yes.

it wasn't the most romantic confession, but it was certainly one that will be remembered.

TSUMUGI SHIROGANE

unlike everyone else, she didn't let it change the way she saw you.

you guys clicked immediatley, and quickly became good friends.

"hey y/n, wanna cosplay with me? i'll let you choose which character!"

you obviously said yes, cause, what's the worst that could happen?

well, while looking at a goku cosplay, you accidentally ripped off a few pieces of the wig.

while tsumugi assured you it was nothing, you insisted on fixing it.

instead of taking super glue... or just getting a new wig... OR REALLY ANYTHING...

you took some tinfoil, licked it, and sticked some of the pieces of hair on it.

it surprisingly... worked?

she was confused, but also AMAZED!

it takes some true talent to fix a broken cosplay like that! you were truly meant to be a cosplayer!

sometimes... JUST SOMETIMES, she would call you and complain that she ripped her sailor moon dress, and wanted you to fix it.

of course, how could you say no? you rushed to her room, took some toothpaste and a ruler, and fixed the dress completely.

your talent was AMAZING! it was so useful!

when she was certain she liked you, she just straight up asked you out.

"hey y/n, wanna go on a date sometime? i think you're really cool!"

ugh how sweet how could you say no

perfect for eachother 10/10

a/n: SORRY THESE ARE SO SHORT!! also ik ik mukuros part is ooc I KNOW. sry 😭😭LOL anyway srry for not posting i'll try to write more okbyeee

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buckevantommy · 18 days

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alright i finally managed to get a copy of the ep and i'm watching it on my smallass iphone screen which isn't ideal but i can't wait 3 days to get access to a bigger screen so here we go:

i need to know if that rainbow flare on buck was intentional

i might be looking too hard but that hand grabbing buck's throat and then eddie's junk could be foreshadowing for you know what, i mean who's to say?

oliver deserves a fucking oscar for his nervous smitten buck performance

tommy shaved for their date which is so old school i love it but i also miss the scruff and need to see its return asap

hints of Tommy Backstory, my beloved

the convo about renting out a home with marisol and eddie but including buck is making me think of how buck is possibly being 'rented out' to tommy in the narrative for now but later eddie will be the one to buy

i understand tommy ending their date early but WHAT HAPPENED to him picking up buck from his loft?? and don't tell me he ubered for a first date when we know he drives. although i get not wanting to drink and drive ig

also: tommy was meant to pick up buck at 8pm and now they've finished dinner so wtf is eddie and marisol doing starting their dinner at like 930pm is that an LA thing bc that's insane

'oldest italian restaurant' sign just makes me think of tommy and buck's age gap and i giggle and gasp

buck's reaction to being rejected is breaking my hearrrrt. tommy opened him up to his sexuality and buck was So Excited and now this guy is just dumping him?? who is he supposed to bounce his restless bisexual energy off now??

we're not even 10mins in so i have no idea what the bulk of this ep is gonna be about

oH YEAH THE GAY MOMS pls let them be happy

BUCK COMES OUT TO MADDIE ACCIDENTALLY like a true bisexual disaster

The Guy Thing is very much The Point buck, you sweet thick cinnamom scroll

buck is doubly an ally. he's a bially.

keep talking buck i am cackling you adorable baby bi

insane thing to have eddie post-sex with his nun gf after buck was gushing about tommy

it's okay buck, false starts with difficult convos happen, you'll get there

something something buck intending to come out to eddie and eddie explaining his sex problems all while eddie gets sweaty and swole

LIKE SEAMONKEYS! buck i adore you

buck wishes he could lend eddie a hand but he can't bc he's no homewrecker and bc eddie is quote unquote straight. not bc he himself is taken, bc the hot pilot dumped him and oh now i'm sad again :(

there's some buck+guilt [re:self worth] meta glanced over here that makes me wanna delve into some introspective reads

buck giving good advice is something that can be so personal

hen saving a rescue dog after it attacked the firefighter trying to save it as a parallel to their current foster child situation. it's just good storytelling. the dark stuff is getting hopeful

HANG OUT WITH THE BOYS eddie you don't know how perfect your words are

i really love the way they chose for buck to come out to eddie. trying to do it at a certain time didn't work for him, it was too daunting. but as soon as eddie mistook buck's date with tommy for something platonic? buck doesn't want to hide anymore. it really speaks to the human and especially the queer experience - that need to correct someone's misinterpretation (someone important to buck) of who you are.

GAY TOMMY CONFIRMED

supportive eddie and 'this doesn't change a thing between us'

buck finally getting to talk to his friend about getting dumped by a guy he was really hoping for more with

eddie's turn to give good advice to buck re:his dating life and we come full circle

buck's relief at eddie knowing and accepting him. the double-back for the hug. the comfort is all there.

i want to shower the wardrobe department in love for putting buck in that slutty blue 70s polo for his date within tommy and then the sky blue sweater and now this tight stripey number i am digging the vibes

buck hearing that he didn't screw things up with tommy, tommy just didn't want to pressure him bc the feels are mutual! and buck taking responsibility for his behaviour bc he's mature like that he's a good dude

i love lou but oliver literally glows - and i don't mean from the sunshine - he lights up every scene

the way buck gushed about tommy's confidence to maddie and now he's the confident one reassuring tommy that he wants this and that it won't be weird for tommy i am so proud of him

HOUSTON WE HAVE HAND HOLDING

sad my buddy chim was barely in this ep :(

WEDDING TEASER and we've got a Hangover situation and a missing groom omg

the writers are working their magic and we are reaping the rewards.

#911 spoilers #evantommy #.txt #watchnotes #bucktommy #buck is bi #buddie #911 abc 7x05 #bisexual disaster #bisexual characters #summary

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justsomerandomfanfic · 25 days

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Hey there!! I just found your account and was absolutely in AWE after reading your HP works. Instant follow from me :]

This is my first time requesting something anywhere lol so I hope this is right. Could I request a HP matchup? [platonic and romantic, both eras or whichever one calls to you lmao] I know you are on a hiatus and that your inbox will probably be overflowing when you start writing again lol so please don't feel like u need to get to this ASAP. Whenever you have inspiration, no rush ;]

-I'm in Slytherin

-I am an INFJ-T

-I am an October Scorpio

-My patronus is a Little Owl.

-My love language [giving] is words of affirmation and quality time. My love language [receiving] is physical touch [it's hard for me to initiate it] and quality time.

-I am 5'7 with medium length blonde hair with curtain bangs and blue eyes. I have dimples and freckles.

-I am very ambitious and want to be the best at everything I do [choir, theatre, my classwork, everything]. I hold myself to very high standards and think very highly of myself. This pride also leads me to talk about myself a lot, which is often taken as bragging. While all of this is true, I want everyone to have equal opportunity as well. If someone if struggling with something, even if they are competition, I am more than willing to help. This high-standard also causes me to feel like I am not enough or not worthy. My grade drops to an A-? I start doubting everything.

-I hate loud & crowded spaces [such as loud concerts, parties, super busy stores, etc]. They make me super overwhelmed and anxious. I would much rather stay at home playing video games with friends or go to smaller, more intimate places.

-Some of my favorite things [in no particular order] include Big Brother [reality competition show], Minecraft, SDV, Legally Blonde, Mean Girls, musical theatre, show choir, writing, my friends, being a leader/mentor, music, the beach, crocheting, reading, collecting, winning, etc

-Some of my least favorite things [in no particular order] include studying [which I never do anyway lol], sudden & unexpected loud noises, storms/bad weather, selfish and self-righteous people, fake people, the main character archetype, most movies [i have a bad attention span], losing, being wrong, etc

Hope this isn't too much!! Thanks again, love ur stuff <3

HI! I am so glad that you like them! Harry Potter is one of my favorite fandoms to write for, so many fun characters! I hope you like your matchups, I did both platonic and romantic. :) <333

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Harry Potter;

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(Platonic);

Luna Lovegood:

🔮 You met Luna and became good friends with her on the train to Hogwarts - she was reading - you were reading - and from that, you both began to talk about the books and subjects that you were interested in; from then on, you and Luna were pretty close

🔮 You and Luna spend a lot of time together when you can - sitting together during shared classes, walking the schools grounds, writing to each each during breaks, and you even taught her how to crochet once

🔮 Soon enough, you would travel to each other's homes during the summer, having sleepovers, and so on - you introduced Luna to some of your favorite Muggle things, like Mean Girls, Legally Blonde, and some of your favorite theater musicals; she, in turn, she told you about Thestrals, and other creatures

🔮 Along with going to each other's homes during the summer, you and Luna often visited the beach together - building sandcastles, swimming in the sea, reading, and sunbathing - as the sun sets, you and Luna walked around the beach trying to collect as many shells and pretty rocks that you could find

🔮 You and Luna's friendship is pretty well matched, you're both helpful and easygoing; Luna would give you good - yet strange - advice, and would always be there for you when you need someone after a small grade drop

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(Romantic);

George Weasley:

🃏 When you met George, you had been learning how to bring out your patronus - way before Dumbledore's Army - you had read up on it in the library (along with hearing about it in many classes) you took as many chances as you could during free periods to master the charm; you were yearning to get it right, practicing when you could

🃏 George happened - surprisingly without his older twin - been wandering around the courtyard, near the clock tower, when he saw you, practicing; and then he saw it, your patronus, an owl (it was a Little Owl)

🃏 George went on over to you, complimented how obviously talented you were, and from then on, you and George spent a lot of time together; even though you were a Slytherin and he was a Gryffindor; you both ignored the prejudice

🃏 The friendship between the two of you quickly blossomed into a relationship; the both of you having more in common than you thought - you both liked reading, both liked music, and having nice quiet places to just exist in

🃏 When George and Fred in their adventures of creating their own jokes shop, you follow, staying with the two young men, working alongside them - though you worked mainly in the back away from the loud crowds of children; and when you and George weren't working, you'd spend time together, feeling completely relaxed in each other's company

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#cute #fluff #x reader #request #requested #matchups #matchup #hp #harry potter #hp fandom #harry potter fandom #luna lovegood #george weasley

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crystalninjaphoenix · 2 years

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Chasing Phantoms

A JSE Fanfic

SepticHeroes AU: Part 9

I feel like it’s been forever since I last posted a part of this. The new AU has interrupted my schedule XD Anyway, there’s a out now! Jackie continues his search for the Specter, and with Spitfire’s help, figures out where they might be going next. The two of them head out there to catch them, but things don’t go smoothly. And that’s it. Short description/author’s note this time. Have fun :)

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It was another week before Jackie heard from Spitfire Cat again. He got in the habit of checking the burner email for a new message whenever he got home from either his day job or patrol. Mostly because he knew that if he didn’t make it a habit, he was at risk of forgetting about the email entirely. September had already started by the time the reply came. He walked into his room after a shift at work, booted up his computer, and opened the email to see a subject line reading I’ve got a lead.

Jackie sat up straight in his chair, a little bit of wind gusting through his bedroom in response. He opened up the email—

“Hey Jackie?”

—and then immediately slammed his laptop shut. It was an instinctive move. Chase had called his name through two layers of closed doors; there was no way he could see what he was doing. Still, he didn’t open it back up as he left his room, heading to Chase’s across the hall. He knocked on the door. “Yeah?”

“Frosty, door,” Chase’s voice said, and a second later, Frosty pushed the door open from the inside, staring up at Jackie with big dark eyes. Chase was sitting in his desk chair, which he spun around to face Jackie. “Hey, so you remember how you said you’d be willing to help me with some of my YouTube editing?”

“I do.” Jackie nodded. His eyes flicked to Chase’s computer screen, which had some programs open.

“I was really hoping to get this done and posted before the end of the day, but it’s taking longer than expected and I have to go to work.” Indeed, Chase was fully dressed in his work uniform. That is, a T-shirt and jacket with the Center’s logo on them. Frosty was also wearing his outside harness and leash. “Do you think you could finish? I have some notes open on a Word doc here.”

“Oh. Yeah, sure man.” Jackie nodded, hoping that whatever Spitfire found wouldn’t need immediate action.

“Thanks, bro. You’re a lifesaver.” Chase smiled. “Hey, Frosty. Here.” Frosty trotted back over to Chase, who grabbed the harness, getting pulled into a standing position as Frosty walked away. “I’m heading out now, won’t be back until late. You can have dinner without me.”

“Got it.” Jackie gave him a thumbs up. “I’ll work on that soon, gotta wrap up some things of my own first.”

“Great. See you later, then!”

“See you.” And with that, Jackie retreated back to his own room, closing the door behind him. He waited until he heard Chase leave the apartment before opening up his laptop again. God, he was so jumpy lately. Something about the combination of emailing a villain and wanting to spare Chase’s feelings had made him super nervous about...well, all things super.

Anyway. He began to read Spitfire’s email:

I found out something from a source of mine. You remember the supervillain Pathos, right? Of course you do, you arrested him. His organization traded illegal tech. Weapons and stuff. After he got sent to the Vault last year, most of the organization fell apart, but I have it confirmed that some of his henchmen are trying to trade tech again. Maybe they want to break him out. Maybe they want to take over the organization. I don’t care. The point is they have a cache in a storage facility on the outskirts of the city. And this was NOT hard to find out. The Specter could definitely have heard of this. They could be planning a heist. Have anything on your end? Get back to me ASAP.

Jackie read it twice just to make sure he got everything. Then he replied. Sounds like a good place to start. I don’t have much on my end, sorry. I’ve been trying to head to any robberies I hear about as soon as I hear about them, but nothing that fits Specter’s MO. Not much from the Puppeteer, either. No more criminals with strings on their wrists. What do you think we should do about this tech cache? Stakeout, maybe?

Spitfire’s response was almost instant. Stakeout would work. I can start on that tomorrow night. I suggest we do as soon as possible. And what do we do if the Specter shows up?

Jackie let out a sigh of relief. Tomorrow night. Great. No immediate action needed, he would not need to sacrifice friendship for hero business. Though, maybe, eventually, that moment would come. He shook his head, pushing away the thought. Tell me more about where this tech is supposedly being kept, we’ll figure it out from there.

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An ameteur hero might have expected the illegal tech to be stored in a warehouse somewhere, probably an especially shifty and/or rundown one. But Jackie had been doing this for two years now. He knew better. While there were criminals who used the stereotypical warehouse as a base, most used other, less suspicious locations. So when the time came to head out to the rumored cache location, Jackie flew over to the U-Storit Storage Rentals on the edge of town. A place where anyone could rent a garage to keep their stuff in.

The sky was blue with dusk, tinted orange on the western horizon. Jackie landed just outside the fence surrounding the property. It was a metal fence, made of close, cage-like bars, taller than a person—maybe eight feet tall? Not the most secure, but not the most flimsy, either. He walked around the perimeter for a while until he saw Spitfire Cat, in full costume, leaning against the fence. Spitfire saw him at about the same time, but didn’t say anything or move from his spot.

“Hi,” Jackie said awkwardly. “Uh...this place is big, isn’t it? I hope your rumors know which one of the storage units is supposed to be holding this tech.”

“There are sixty-four units,” Spitfire said. “Eight by eight square.” He reached into a pocket of his uniform and pulled out a folded sheet of paper. “I got here early and broke into their administration building. Found a computer still logged onto and looked up information about who rents which unit. Also swiped a master keycard for the units.”

“Oh.” Jackie wasn’t sure what to say to that. “Uh...thanks, I guess?” He didn’t want to encourage breaking and entering, but that was the price he paid for allying himself with a villain. “Couldn’t we have just...asked the U-Storit owners?”

“You don’t know if they’d tell you anything useful.” Spitfire started unfolding the paper. “There’s a good chance they either have no idea, or are in on it. And besides, the less people who know about this, the better.” He scanned whatever was written down. “Personally, I think Unit 43 is the most suspicious. What about you?” Then he handed the paper to Jackie.

“Hmm.” Jackie scanned it quickly. This was a list of the storage units, with how long they’d been rented and by who. Unit 43 was rented by someone named Jane Doe. “Oh come on. They’re not even trying with that. Just used the generic name, really?”

Spitfire chuckled humorlessly. “Personally, I think that’s on the owners. Anyway, this is the fence closest to 43.” He tapped the metal bars. “So over we go, then?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Jackie looked up at the fence, then jumped, lifting into the air with a gust of wind. He flew right over, landing on the other side. Then he turned around to see Spitfire still on the other side. “Oh, did you want help getting—”

“No, I got it,” Spitfire snarled. He backed up a good ways, then ran right at the fence, jumping.

He didn’t make it over the fence. He didn’t even manage to grab the top of it. But he did grab onto one of the metal bars, and ended up dangling about a foot below the top of the fence.

Jackie winced. Spitfire had hit the metal fence pretty hard there. “Are you sure you—”

“I got it!” Spitfire snapped. He lodged his shoes against two of the bars, pushing himself upward. Then he managed to grab the top of the fence. From there, he pulled himself up, bending over the top. He kicked his legs a little and managed to swing them over, then dropped to the asphalt-paved ground on the other side.

“Nice,” Jackie said.

“I could do without the sarcasm,” Spitfire grumbled.

“No, I mean that! Most people, even criminals, even other villains I’ve fought...they’d have a hard time doing that.” Jackie gave a little laugh. “Honestly, it’s impressive. I’m not sure I could do that. I’ve never needed to figure out how.”

“You’ll learn soon enough,” Spitfire muttered. “If you keep up at this hero thing, you’ll eventually find yourself in a situation where you’re powerless. Literally. Without powers. It happens to all supers on either side.” And before Jackie could ask any follow-up questions, he started walking. “Unit 43’s over here. We want a good view of its door.”

The two of them walked deeper into the rental storage, passing through rows of identical white-and-gray garages. Each one had their number painted on each side, as well as on the front, next to the large garage-style door. After a short while, the two of them found Unit 43.

“We need a place where we can see what’s going on here, but not be seen,” Jackie muttered to himself. He looked around. There wasn’t much in the way of cover out here. Just rows of storage units. The only place he could think of was... He jogged over to Unit 35, across from 43, and jumped into the air. It was a quick flight up to the flat roof of 35, where he landed easily. He leaned down to look at Spitfire. “Do you want to join me? I don’t know if your parkour skills could get you up here.”

Spitfire glared up at him. He walked over to Unit 35. He went around to the back. He looked up and down the rows of storage units. Then he headed over to Unit 36 and climbed up to its roof. “There was a ladder behind that one, dumbass,” he said, pointing at the ladder in question.

Jackie hoped that his mask was enough to hide the embarrassment on his face. He flew over to Unit 36, landing next to Spitfire. “This is better, anyway,” he said.

Spitfire rolled his eyes, then sat down on the flat metal roof of the storage unit. It was then that Jackie noticed the item strapped to his belt: a pair of high-tech goggles, with red lenses. Spitfire unstrapped them from his belt and used them to scan the ground. “No sign of anyone,” he said.

“Night vision?” Jackie asked.

“Infrared. You said the Specter could turn invisible, right?” Spitfire glanced at him. “Surprised you didn’t bring any.”

“Don’t need to,” Jackie said proudly. He reached up and pressed the button on his mask. “Built in to the new supersuit.” He pressed the button for normal vision just in time to see Spitfire roll his eyes. “Oh, what? Are you gonna say something about the League now?”

“No,” Spitfire grumbled.

“You can’t say that this isn’t useful.”

“It’s very useful.” Spitfire didn’t sound happy about that fact.

“Seriously, what is your problem with the League?!” Jackie pressed. “I’ve never understood it, but if we’re going to be working together for even a little bit, I want to know! If only to be sure you’re not gonna—I don’t know, use me to take down the whole organization, or something.”

Spitfire laughed. “Do you think you’re important enough to take down the whole League of Heroes? In any way? Do you think you have that much clout with them?”

“No, of course not!” Not yet, anyway. But maybe one day. If he did enough Hero work for them. “Are you just an anarchist or something? I’ll be honest, that’s what I’ve been assuming. But with how bitter you sound about the League, you’d think they did something terrible to you personally. Did they murder your family, or somethi—”

Jackie was watching Unit 43 while he was talking, so he was completely blindsided by the punch Spitfire suddenly threw at him. His body twisted to the side as Spitfire’s fist connected with his shoulder. “Ow!” He looked over at him. “Dude!”

“I don’t need to have personal beef with the League of Heroes to read the writing on the wall,” Spitfire snarled. “Do you think they care about you, Jackie? They don’t. They don’t care about anyone, not even the people they’re supposed to protect.”

“Big claims for a villain,” Jackie muttered. He rubbed his shoulder. Spitfire’s gloves had those metal ridges on the back that were part of his claws, which meant his punches always hurt. “Also, the League has several charity funds. The money goes to a lot of causes, from researching illnesses to helping clean pollution. If they don’t care about people, what’s that for?”

“I don’t need to explain myself to you,” Spitfire said, turning away. “Just remember what I said.”

Jackie threw his hands in the air in exasperation. “Alright! Fine! Whatever! Let’s continue the stakeout in silence, then.”

The last vestiges of orange faded from the sky, which quickly darkened from blue to black. The lights in U-Storit Storage Rentals turned on, square white lamps placed at regular intervals to cover the whole ground in bright light. It was a little more shadowy on the top of Unit 36, but still rather bright. Jackie shifted position, laying down so he won’t attract too much notice on the flat roof. A moment later, Spitfire copied him. The two of them stared down at the ground, regularly scanning the asphalt below with both their normal eyes and their respective infrared vision.

Jackie was extremely bored.

In fact, he was so bored that he was willing to risk getting punched again. “Hey, can I ask you a personal question?” he said in a low voice.

“No,” Spitfire responded curtly.

“Well, I should tell you something, at least.” Jackie adjusted his position a bit, propping himself up on his elbows. “When I brought you to my place after the whole... ‘puppeted to burn down a building’ thing... I don’t know if you noticed, but I took off your gloves.”

“No, I noticed,” Spitfire said. Jackie couldn’t see his whole face behind the cat mask, so he wondered if there was anger in his expression. It wasn’t in his voice; his tone was dead and flat.

“I wanted to see if those strings did any damage,” Jackie explained. “They could’ve cut off your circulation or something. But...I couldn’t really see any damage through...the burn scars.”

Spitfire said nothing. He pressed the infrared goggles to his face and scanned the ground.

“You don’t have to answer,” Jackie continued. “In fact, I doubt you will. But...what happened? Aren’t you immune to heat because of your powers?”

“I’m not,” Spitfire said, surprising Jackie. “Common mistake. I produce solid-heat energy; I don’t control fire and I’m not immune to its effects. Difference in Super Types.”

“Ohhh. Yeah, that makes sense. You’re a Type E, not a Type D like me.”

“You’re a Type D?” Now Spitfire was the surprised one. “But you’re a flyer—wait. No, you control air. It’s more than just flight.” He nodded. “Don’t know why I didn’t think of that before.”

“Hmm.” Jackie looked at Spitfire. “So. You’ve studied Super Types, too, then. Surprising, since the system was created by your arch-enemy: the League of Heroes.”

“They have good ideas sometimes,” Spitfire admitted begrudgingly. “Super Types help you know what to expect when fighting someone. Type A, their power enhances their body. Type B, it enhances their mind. Type C, their power affects other living things. Type D, they control substances. Type E, they’re related to energy. You know someone’s Type, you know the basics of how their powers work, even if it’s not something super obvious.”

“Hey. Question.” Jackie drummed his fingers on the metal roof. “Is Hyacinth a Type D or Type C?”

“That American plant-controlling hero? Type C. Plants are living things, not substances like water or metal.”

Jackie laughed. “Oh, so you’ve heard of him, then? I was prepared to give you a brief on his powers.”

Spitfire sighed, but not in an angry or tired way. “Yes, I like learning about other supers. I think our powers are interesting.” He paused. “What about the Specter? Or the string guy? What Types are they?”

“Hm.” Jackie thought about it. “Specter’s definitely a Type A. Their invisibility only affects them or things they hold. And the Puppeteer is Type C. Mind control is the premium example of a C. Even though I’ve never heard of it being done through strings.”

“Heh.” A small smile traced Spitfire’s mouth. Jackie blinked in surprise. Had he ever seen Spitfire smile? He didn’t think so. Before he could figure out how to react to this, Spitfire once again returned his attention to the infrared binoculars he’d brought. He scanned the ground, and that small smile faded. “Speaking of the Specter...” he whispered.

Jackie turned on his own infrared, leaning over the edge of the roof a little while he looked at the ground. There. A person-shaped red-orange spot, crossing the green-blue asphalt and slowly heading down the row of storage units, getting closer. He stayed shock still as the figure walked up to Unit 43. They paused for a moment, probably reading the number on the unit. Then they walked right through the garage door and into the unit.

“You weren’t joking,” Spitfire muttered. “Invisibility and intangibility.”

“Did you think I would lie about that?” Jackie whispered back. “I just can’t believe they showed up so soon. I was fully prepared to spend a month out here ruining my sleep schedule.”

“I told you, it wasn’t hard to hear about the tech. We’re just lucky they didn’t try anything last night.” Spitfire paused. “Okay. No use waiting. Let’s go.” And he stood up, heading back over to the ladder to climb down.

Jackie stood up as well, stepping off the edge of the roof and floating gently down to the ground, not quite touching it. He didn’t want to risk the Specter hearing his footsteps. Luckily, Spitfire Cat was being equally cautious about sound, and was moving as stealthily as his namesake. The two of them made their way to Unit 43. Spitfire stopped by the side of the garage door, examining a small metal box next to it. He took out the master keycard he’d stolen and swiped it, causing the box to pop open and reveal two buttons: one for opening the door, another for closing it. Jackie gave him a thumbs-up and went over to stand in front of the door. Spitfire nodded, and pressed the open button.

Garage doors were known for being noisy, but this was one of the quieter ones, almost eerie in how smoothly it rolled up. The unit beyond was lit up, the overhead bars of fluorescent lights turned on. The contents of the storage unit weren’t that exciting looking. Rows of crates in various sizes. Most notably, there was someone standing among the rows, holding a smaller crate with its lid removed, in the middle of putting it back on top of a larger one.

“Is this the part where I say ‘we meet again’?” Jackie shouted.

The person froze, spinning around and dropping the empty crate. Honestly, Jackie was surprised that they weren’t invisible, but it was still somehow hard to see them. He quickly took in as many details as he could. The Specter wore a long coat, the color of it shifting slightly to blend into the surrounding area. Under and over that coat were a couple different belts with pouches, and under those were clothes made of the same color-shifting material as the coat. They looked male, but it was hard to tell that for sure since their face was completely covered, the bottom half with a color-shifting cloth mask and the top half with a pair of goggles with opaque, purple-tinted lenses. Even the Specter’s hair was hidden behind a large color-shifting hood.

Jackie was glad he was able to take in these details so quickly, because in a second, the Specter vanished. “I know you’re still there!” Jackie shouted, turning on his infrared vision. He caught sight of a red-orange blur running past the corner of his vision, but he wasn’t worried.

The Specter ran out of the storage unit and immediately skidded to a halt. Every possible way out had been blocked. Bars of solid yellow energy shot up from the ground, rising almost as high as the storage units, each one giving off as much heat as a radiator. Spitfire had put on his infrared goggles, strapping them to his face over his mask in a way that couldn’t be comfortable, but was functional. He looked at the Specter and waved.

“You’re surrounded!” Jackie said.

“Captain Obvious is already a Hero, Windstorm,” Spitfire mumbled.

Jackie ignored him, focused on the Specter. They—he was still invisible, but his red-orange outline was clearly visible against the white-hot forms of Spitfire’s solid-heat bars. “I know how intangibility works in supers,” he said. “I’ve studied it quite a bit since the last time I saw you. And intangibility doesn’t work on energy. It’s one of its weaknesses.” This was true; no power was immune to everything, and supers who could go intangible could still be hit by energy attacks. “We have some questions to ask you. This will be easy for all of us if you don’t fight and just answer them.” He paused. “If you can choose not to fight. If you’re not doing this of your own will, we can help.” He hadn’t managed to see if there were any strings on the Specter’s wrists.

The Specter didn’t move for a while. Then, he slowly raised his hands. Jackie briefly turned off his infrared to see if he’d turned visible again, which he had. He could now see the Specter’s wrists, and there were no strings visible. But they could always be under the clothes.

When the Specter’s hands were next to his head, he stopped. Jackie and Spitfire exchanged glances. Spitfire was frowning behind his mask. “It’s too easy,” he muttered.

“Or our plan was that good,” Jackie muttered back optimistically. He turned back to the Specter and started to walk forward.

Then the Specter moved. He reached backwards, grabbing something on his back, and then flung his hands forward. Two small gray balls flew at Spitfire and Jackie, landing at their feet, where they burst. Smoke instantly filled the area. “What the f—” Jackie couldn’t finish his exclamation, as he began coughing.

The smoke didn’t last long, but it lasted long enough. The Specter had vanished. Jackie turned his infrared vision back on and scanned the area, seeing nothing. “Where’d he go?!”

“I told you it was too easy,” Spitfire said, also looking around in infrared. “There’s no way he got past the bars. So...” He spun around, looking back into the storage unit. Then he gasped. “Fuck!” All the energy bars surrounding them disappeared.

“What are you doing?!” Jackie shouted. “He’s probably still somewhere inside the bars!”

“No, he’s not!” Spitfire pointed to the back of the storage unit. “Because we didn’t completely surround him! We left the back open! Fuck!”

Jackie took a moment to process that. Then he also gasped. “Shit!” The Specter might not be able to pass through energy attacks like Spitfire’s, but he could still pass through the wall of the storage unit. All he had to do was walk behind them and through the back wall of the unit. They might have been able to stop him from doing that—if he hadn’t used those smoke bombs. “I-I’m getting a higher up view!” Jackie shouted, and shot into the air.

With his infrared still on, the rows of storage units were reduced to boxes in shades of green and blue. He saw a spot of yellow warmth around Unit 43 where Spitfire had set up his energy bars, which was quickly cooling to green. He saw a red figure outside 43 as well—Spitfire, who apparently ran hotter than a normal person. And he saw a second, red-orange figure running from 43 to the unit behind it.

“He’s heading that way!” Jackie pointed in the Specter’s direction. “Towards the fence, I think!”

Spitfire immediately broke into a run. Jackie joined him, flying above the units. The Specter glanced over his shoulder at the two of them and turned, walking straight through the wall of Unit 52. “In there!” Jackie shouted.

“I saw it!” Spitfire shouted back. He pulled out the master keycard and swiped it against Unit 52’s reader, unlocking the door controls and opening the door. He ducked under before it was fully open. Walls of orange energy appeared behind him, blocking the way out. They grew, slowly circling Unit 52. But they didn’t move fast enough. The Specter walked out through the back wall just before the energy walls closed in on it. “Shit!” Spitfire turned around and left, the energy walls disappearing.

“He’s heading into the one behind it!” Jackie reported, watching as the Specter disappeared through the storage unit’s door. This was the last row of units before the fence.

“Oh, is he?” Spitfire sprinted, this time ignoring the storage unit—Unit 60—completely. Instead, he went around, standing in front of its back wall, and raised his hands, conjuring another orange energy wall.

Jackie saw the faint image of the Specter’s head poke through the unit’s wall, then disappear back inside. A few seconds later, the Specter ran out one of the side walls. “Block off the fence!” Jackie called to Spitfire. “Cut him off!”

Spitfire nodded. The orange energy wall grew longer, spreading behind the units, until it abruptly started turning, starting to create a square. The Specter stopped running once again, his head turning on a swivel. Jackie moved to hover directly above him, higher than the storage units, waiting for his next move.

He was not expecting the Specter to run straight at Spitfire.

“Watch out!” Jackie shouted.

Spitfire’s head snapped towards the Specter, a blade of red-hot energy starting to form in his hand. But the Specter reached behind his back again and threw out something else. Not a smoke bomb. It was some sort of weighted rope, which spun through the air until it hit Spitfire in the arm, half-wrapping it against his body. Spitfire cried out, and in that moment, the energy wall he created flickered. It only disappeared for a moment, but that moment was just enough for the Specter to run right past Spitfire and towards the fence.

“No!” Jackie cried. The Specter was almost to the fence! He had to stop him! He flew as fast as he could, diving for the ground and twisting his position midair so he could land on his feet.

Big mistake.

In his rush, he hadn’t bothered to turn off his infrared to look at the ground. He hadn’t noticed that the asphalt around this fence was cracked. There was already a lot of force behind his landing, and combined with the uneven footing? Something twisted just a bit too far.

Jackie yelped in pain, immediately collapsing. The Specter ran right past him and through the fence. Then...he hesitated. Jackie saw the red-orange figure turn back to look at him.

Then, Spitfire shouted. “Motherfucker! Get back here!” A spear of yellow energy darted in between the gaps in the fence bars, landing in the ground near the Specter. He jumped, then turned and fled. Spitfire unleashed a volley of curses as well as energy attacks, aiming beams and spears for the Specter’s legs. But, unfortunately, he was stuck behind the fence. He could only watch as the Specter disappeared into one of the buildings across the street from U-Storit Rentals. And then, he stopped cursing and just let out a noise of frustration. By the time he could get over the fence, the Specter would be long gone.

Jackie watched the Specter run off, and sighed. “We blew it,” he whispered.

“Yeah.” Spitfire nodded. He looked down at Jackie. “What happened? Why’d you dive like that?”

“I...I had to stop him,” Jackie said. He tried to stand up, but pain shot through his right ankle. Instead, he went directly into a hover, the air pushing him upright.

“You could have kept following him even if he went through the fence. You could follow him now!” Spitfire insisted.

“Yeah, well. If he’s going to go through buildings like that, it’ll be hard to keep track of him.” Jackie turned off his infrared vision. “I can’t go into the building, cause it’ll take too much time, as we just saw back there, and eventually he’d get to a more populated area where he could get lost on heat vision because of all the other people there.” He punched his hand. “This was our one chance, and we fucked it up!”

“It wasn’t our one chance.” Spitfire pulled off his infrared goggles, almost taking his mask with them. “It was just the one chance we’ve had so far. What, do you expect everything to happen perfectly the first time? How fucking entitled is that? And doing something dumb like that dive, honestly. You’ve just got yourself hurt.”

“I get it, I’m an idiot, thank you for telling me!” Jackie snapped.

Spitfire paused. “You should go to the doctor. Make sure it’s not too bad.”

“I will. I know a guy.” Jackie folded his arms. “Don’t need your comments right now.”

“...Good.” Spitfire said nothing more. He was looking at Jackie with a strange expression. Jackie couldn’t quite read it, since his face was half-covered by a mask. A moment of silence passed, then Spitfire cleared his throat. “I guess that even if you followed him through the fence, you couldn’t do much to stop him. Being intangible, and all. You’d have to wait for me, and I’d be a lot slower. We should have brought some way to communicate. Note for next time.”

“Yeah.” Jackie nodded slowly. This felt...weird. He wasn’t sure what was happening right now, but it felt weird. “I’ll just...head home, then. Call my doctor and tell him I...I don’t know. Landed on the stairs wrong, or something.”

“Great.” Spitfire nodded. “Go on.” He backed away.

“I’m going.” Jackie slowly rose into the air, flying over the fence. Then he stopped, lowered a bit, and looked down at Spitfire. “Guess we’ll keep doing what we were doing before, then?”

“Yeah. I’ll email you later.”

“Cool.” Jackie hesitated, then waved. “Well...I’ll see that, then. Bye.”

Spitfire waved back, and Jackie flew away. He glanced back a few seconds later to see Spitfire climbing the fence like before, ready to head off to wherever he went.

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Once he got home, Jackie found some bandages in their first aid kit and wrapped up his ankle. He also called into work sick, explaining he won’t be able to come into the office for the next couple days. That probably wasn’t enough time to heal, but it was enough time to get his ankle checked out. He wasn’t planning on stopping his hero work, though. After all, it would be easy to stay off his ankle if he could fly or hover the whole time. Then he immediately went to bed.

He woke up the next morning with his ankle and his knee sending gentle throbs of pain through his leg. Well that was concerning. Time to go see the doctor. Schneep was probably in his office today. Hopefully he wasn’t too busy.

Taking the train to Greengate General Hospital was out of the question with this injury. So Jackie decided to fly over, as quickly and discreetly as possible. He stopped on a rooftop halfway to try and call Schneep, but it just went to voicemail. That was worrying for how busy he would be. Still, he left a message saying he would be there.

He arrived at the hospital, and one short elevator and hallway later, he was standing outside Schneep’s office door, trying to avoid putting weight on his right leg and hoping he didn’t look too ridiculous while doing it. He knocked and called out, “Hey, Schneep? Are you in?”

Shuffling. “One moment!” Schneep’s muffled voice said. A few seconds later, he opened the door. His bright blue eyes flicked up and down, taking in Jackie and the awkward way he was standing. He raised an eyebrow. “Something happen, then?”

“Sorry for just dropping by, I-I tried to call but you didn’t pick up,” Jackie said. “I hurt my ankle last night. I thought it would be alright, but I woke up this morning and my knee was hurting, too, so I, uh...figured I should stop by.”

Schneep huffed. “Well, I see you aren’t entirely foolish when it comes to concern about injuries.”

“Is this still about the binder thing? I’ve stopped wearing it while—while working out.” Mostly because the new supersuit was great at making him look exactly how he wanted to.

“That is good to hear. Come, come, sit down.”

Jackie half-walked, half-hopped into Schneep’s office, sitting down in a chair by his desk. Schneep pulled another chair over, but didn’t sit. “Can you lift the leg?” he asked.

“Yeah, I think so.”

“Do it, then. And roll up your pant leg so I can see.” Jackie nodded and did so. Schneep crouched down to get a better look. “Some swelling around the knee, some more around the ankle, but not much,” he muttered. “That is good. What happened?”

“Oh, I was working out,” Jackie lied.

Schneep’s brow furrowed. “At night?”

“Huh?”

“You said that you hurt your leg ‘last night,’” Schneep said, looking away from his leg and over at him.

“Uh...yeah, I was there all day, and I lost track of time, and next thing I knew it was dark out,” Jackie said.

“And...what exercise were you doing to cause this?” Schneep said, gesturing.

“Oh, it actually...wasn’t exercise.” Jackie kept his voice as calm and casual as possible. “I was walking down the stairs they have outside and I fell.”

Schneep glanced back at the injury. His brows furrowed. “Then you were very lucky to avoid bruising all over your leg,” he said slowly. “Should I look at your hands, too? See if anything went wrong there? Most people try to catch themselves and sometimes their arms are hurt.”

“No, nothing’s wrong with my hands.” Jackie paused, then gave a fake laugh. “You know, it’s actually kind of misleading to say I fell. What happened is I decided to hop over the side of the railing and skip the stairs. Cause they’re sort of out on the street, right? With empty space on either side. I-I’ve done it a lot, but this time there was a little, uh, rock or something on the ground. Cause that side has some planters for trees, I guess the rock fell out of the planter and rolled over to the side of the stairs. I landed on the rock and, uh, something twisted, I guess.”

“Mm-hmm.” Schneep stared at him for a while. His blue eyes seemed to be scanning him, like a computer in some sort of scifi movie. “That is very unfortunate.” His voice was slow. Almost deliberate in its evenness.

“Yeah.” Jackie made sure his face was carefully neutral. Did Schneep know he was lying?

“How far was the drop?” Schneep asked.

“Uh...I don’t know, I’m not good with eye measurements,” Jackie said. “Maybe a little over a meter?” That was a total lie. But it probably wouldn’t affect Schneep’s assessment.

“I see.” Schneep nodded. “Does it hurt when you touch it or put weight on it?”

“It’s a little tender. And yeah, the weight thing too. Both of them.”

“Which is worse?”

“Uh...the ankle, probably.” Jackie shrugged.

Schneep nodded again. He stood up straight. “You can put your pant leg down,” he said, and continued to talk while Jackie did that. “I think it is not a twist in your joints, just a sprain. Which is good. Do you know RICE?”

Jackie blinked. “You mean...the food?” For some reason, he had the bizarre image of him putting his whole leg in a barrel of dry rice.

Schneep laughed. “No, no. Rest, Ice, Compression, Elevation. Is an acronym. As long as you do that, it will all be fine. Your ankle will need a brace, we have some down the hall. It will be three or four weeks before your knee is healed, and six to eight for the ankle. And, Jackie? Listen to me.” His eyes locked with Jackie’s. “You should not do any...any exercise while you are healing. You may think you need to, but you do not. No matter how important your exercise is. You cannot do proper exercise if you are hurting, and without rest, you will be hurting for a longer time.”

Jackie stared at him for a moment. Then he nodded. “Yeah, got it. Don’t worry.”

“If there is anyone you can call about your work, you should do it now,” Schneep insisted. “Make sure they know about your absence and can be prepared.”

“I did call in last night saying I was injured,” Jackie said defensively.

“Well, call in again and say your doctor says you should not do anything with exertion,” Schneep said. “I will write you a note if I have to. I will drive you back to your apartment right now so you do not have to walk—”

“Oh, dude, you really don’t need to do that,” Jackie said. “I mean, the note would honestly be helpful, but you don’t need to drive me back.”

“I have nothing to do today and I already know your address. I will be driving you back.”

“No, really, it’s fine. The train’s not too full this time of the morning, I’ll definitely get a seat.”

Schneep sighed. “Alright, fine. You stay sitting here while I get you a brace and write a note.” He paused. “Remember to rest,” he emphasized.

“I will, don’t worry,” Jackie promised. He watched as Schneep headed over to the door and left the office. Only once the door closed did he relax, letting out all the nerves he’d been feeling during that visit.

He was pretty sure that Schneep knew that whole story was false. Did he think something was up with his injury? Maybe...he even suspected Jackie was Windstorm? Jackie immediately dismissed that thought. Sure, maybe Schneep caught on to his lie. But that didn’t mean he thought Jackie was the city’s superhero. Besides, nobody knew Windstorm was at the U-Storit last night, much less that he hurt his leg there. Other than Spitfire, of course, and there was no way Schneep was Spitfire. Besides the different accents, Jackie had seen Spitfire’s burned arms, and Schneep’s arms were completely unhurt. And there was no way that just makeup could hide those scars.

Maybe he would go to a different doctor next time he got injured while hero-ing. Leapfrog mentioned there was another hospital where the staff wouldn’t unmask him. After a bit of thinking, he decided to keep the other hospital in mind, but until things started to go wrong with Schneep, he’d keep seeing him. They were friends, after all.

Hopefully that wouldn’t change any time soon.

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so uhh it’s been almost over a month since i posted anything on here and i just wanted to apologize for not posting and leaving randomly. i’m trying my best to keep up with asks / dms / tags / replies and i’m sorry for not responding if you’ve dm’d or tagged me or sent something to my inbox. i just haven’t had the energy or motivation to reply to a lot of stuff lately. there are only certain people i’m actually talking to right now, which makes me feel like a really shitty person because i feel like i’m ignoring people who are trying to check up on me and make sure i’m okay. but thank you so much for the love and support, i genuinely appreciate it. i really miss being on here and interacting with you guys. it’s like 3am here and i’m really sleep deprived but i feel like you deserve an explanation, so i’m going to try my best to say everything best as i can.

so most of you following me know i just made this blog not that long ago because my old one was being attacked by some toxic fans from the creepypasta community and my account was deactivated by tumblr so i came here to continue writing. i posted like three things before deleting everything on my blog because i needed a break for my mental health. after my break i said i’d start posting again, which hasn’t happened.

maybe like a few weeks ago i had a falling out with one of my ‘friends’, who was a creepypasta content creator and one of my first friends on here. they convinced me to write stuff about my rewrites of the Laughing Jack story, but they became very toxic and narcissistic towards me. they insulted me trying to cover it up as helping me, and then tricked me into almost letting them use my rewrites of characters in a story they basically forced me into being okay with it when i wasn’t. they’ve had a big impact on my mental health, along with turning another of my friends against me for the purpose of getting back at me and fucking with my feelings because i left and they can’t walk all over me anymore and they aren’t happy about it. i won’t mention their name in this post because i don’t want to start anything up with them, to be honest i don’t want anything to do with them, but that’s one reason i haven’t been on here much.

i’ve also realized my passion for writing got mixed up with my need for acceptance and attention. i panicked whenever posts flopped and i didn’t get any notifications. i guess i’m just scared of not being wanted, my anxiety and depression and past abuse sort of mixes in with everything and hurts me a lot.

this is cheesy sounding as fuck but like, i feel like i live off your love and support. of course i’m doing this for fun and because it’s what makes me happy, but then i have days when i’m just so attention starved and i don’t have a lot of people to help me with that and so i come here to get the love and attention i desperately crave, and when i have days where i do nothing and receive nothing, it triggers some unhealthy feelings and episodes that hurt my mental progress. i feel like it’s unfair to you guys and that i failed you by not being here and not responding to asks and dms. i’m really sorry to those who have reached out to me. i wanted to respond asap but the days keep going by and i haven’t felt like i can keep up with anything.

so here’s my plan. i’m going to take an actual break for myself. i don’t know how long, maybe a few weeks or a month, to take care of myself and sort out my issues so i can be here and not feel shitty and be able to interact and be with you all like you deserve. because you guys literally deserve the world, especially @glassartpeasants and @immortal-velociraptor for sticking with me through all this. i love you guys so much and i’ll be back soon.

— 💕 Nooshy

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ineffable-gallimaufry · 1 year

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what everyone is doing in stones of seasons a fun little break-down (because i keep thinking about it)

shadow (in the winter zone):

- at first it's just mostly unpleasant. shadow (as a hedgehog) should very much be hibernating in the winter so he's very tired the whole time (omega is a bit slower because the cold is making his joints work less, and rouge is both a bit skittish and a bit sleepy because. bats can either hibernate or migrate and she's not any specific type of bat so. i guess. she's got an option. either way, team dark is not that great in winter)

- things get worse though when he picks up the fifth of the winter amethysts, the reaper amethyst. the winter powers haven't been going great but the reaper amethyst carries something that shadow isn't prepared for. the power of death. so, while he carries it's power with him, he cannot touch anything without fear of killing it.

- this ends up coming to a head when he accidentally kills sonic (don't worry, this time he has the blossoming diamond he can't really die right now). believing that he can do nothing but harm those around him, he decides to shut himself off in the woods so that he can't hurt anyone ever again.

- eventually sonic + the rest of team dark coax him out, finding the primaveral amethyst and showing shadow that he is more than destruction and death.

sonic (in the spring zone):

- mostly he just has fun in the spring zone with tails + knuckles, the flowers are blooming and he feels most awake in the spring usually so he's going great!

- until of course, he gets to the winter zone after some adventuring. of course he's pretty tuckered out because. winter (knux + tails too, both foxes and echidnas hibernate, though knuckles starts absentmindedly trying to dig out somewhere to hibernate and tails becomes really really hungry)

- he dies briefly but that's mostly just an excuse to say a quick hello to vega

- mostly he's fine though. pretty uninteresting on his behalf i suppose but also we don't need four heavy plots here

silver and mephiles i guess (summer zone)-

- silver mostly starts off having fun, though he has is own concerns that he couldn't possibly be here if something wasn't going wrong. with him are blaze and mephiles (because well. blaze has her own hidden reasons and mephiles is under house arrest and silver is making him fix up the future by like. helping out with the gardening and stuff)

- blaze has with her the warp topaz (since it was not destroyed in the blast apparently, so it ended up in her dimension just like sonic did) and plans to get it to sonic asap. meanwhile, silver is working on learning about the summer rubies and y'know. worrying about killing things with fire and stuff.

- mephiles soon gets plans though. while he is growing closer to blaze and silver (but also totally he isn't because he hates them and. he's going through the redemption motions) he still has ambitions. when he hears of the warp topaz, he plans to get his hands on it

- one night, while having fun and goofing around, silver reveals that the bands around his wrists are meant to keep him calibrated in time. mephiles then ends up getting them off (i am not decided on the how okay he'll figure something out) and turns around to blaze, telling her that if she doesn't want the same thing to happen to her she'll give him the warp topaz.

- the next time we see them, everyone is facing off against mephiles in warp form. there's a fun fight because obviously and at it's end, mephiles ends up warping silver back, putting the bands back on him and giving up the power of the topaz. he apologizes and idk that gets mostly into the ending which i am getting around to planning

amy (autumn zone)-

- ?? depends on when this happens. get back to me on this in the morning

#i will probably update on this in the morning i just need to think over some stuff #sonic voyage #sonic voyage spoilers #stones of seasons #sonic the hedgehog #silver the hedgehog #blaze the cat #mephiles the dark #knuckles the echidna #tails the fox #shadow the hedgehog #e 123 omega #rouge the bat #i have no clue what team amy will work with right here. i am torn #could be standard team rose but also the amy-mighty-ray team (i forget if they had a name) could work #depends on where this ends up going with amy's plot #if it's like. mystery related then mighty + ray (and the rest of the chaotix??) would work best #but i bet standard team rose would work with anything else

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backjustforberena · 2 years

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okay that meta about bernie contacting serena was v v interesting and i have a question about the initial question: would the hospital/military staff not have contacted serena first?

like if bernie is totally conscious from the get go and they’re able to ask her first instead of going by whoever next of kin is stated as in her records (would next of kin be serena? cam? somehow i doubt it’d be charllette but you never know), and bernie gave them serena’s number; would bernie’s commanding officer not make that call? the initial call at least? to convey information and make sure serena is appropriately appraised and accepting of the situation (limited info because presumably it’d be fairly classified, but enough to know to handle bernie with a specific kind of care. and be able to handle a soldier and former captive). maybe a day or two after that initial phone call bernie might be able to chat with serena over the phone, actually touch base with each other, start sussing each other out, and how to handle bernie being discharged when she gets discharged..

so many questions, so many potentials.. anyway. thoughts? would bernie make that initial contact or would that be her co’s job? and how would serena’s reaction to the news differ depending on who’s telling her? personally, i think she’d take it better (as more likely to be reality, perhaps, as a posed to a dream or hallucination) if it came from a higher up going through the proper channels and order of things, and Then got to talk to bernie. hmmm so many thoughts

Just keep hitting me with your thoughts, anon, I love to hear them and I love to discuss them. This is quite a long ask so let's break it down and see what to make of it:

Would the hospital/military staff not have contacted Serena first? Yes. Sorry, if that wasn't clear in my previous answer. I think Bernie's not in a position to call Serena herself. It wouldn't be Serena answering her phone to Bernie's voice, it would be through a third party. So Bernie would give the phone number to whoever needs it and also probably state categorically that she doesn't want her next-of-kin informed, as is her right.

I'm theorising that Cam is down as Bernie's next-of-kin as it was he who was informed when Bernie was MIA and then he was told about Bernie's ashes and Bernie's possessions etc. It makes sense, if Bernie didn't feel comfortable with it being Marcus. I doubt it would be Charlotte, whatever the relationship, over Cam because Cam was the eldest. It wouldn't be Serena. Romantic, yes. Logical? No. Bernie signs up after they've broken up and she's not going to put Serena down. And if it had been Serena, then the Army would only have spoken to her (cue an AU where she goes MIA and they are together and the soldier will tell Cam nothing till Serena arrives on the ward but hey that's another thing entirely...)

So, my headcanons is that obviously, no one is looking for Bernie. She's dead. She might not be found by Brits. She certainly has no ID on her, and so I kind of track it that they're only able to know who she is when she tells them. This could be a while after she was found if medical intervention was needed ASAP. There are so many potentials, this is just how I rationalise it in my head. You may disagree.

It could be that Bernie's old CO isn't even part of the picture. It could just be the military/medical staff that are in whatever hospital Bernie is flown to. Anyway, someone calls Serena. I don't think it's a very detailed conversation. I think it's barebones and saying that Bernie is asking for her. No more, no less. Again, that would avoid anything to do with classified stuff, if that is a factor. But also they don't know everything from Bernie yet so other than medical information and supposition, there's not much to pass on. That, plus as soon as Serena hears Bernie is alive, Bernie is hurt, Bernie is asking for her... and believes it, she's booking the first flight. No delay. No second phone call. She's off to wherever Bernie is and she can, because she's not got any responsibilities that can't fall to the wayside (I headcanon she was already in Spain).

So, Bernie hears Serena is on her way. And then the first time they talk/speak/interact is when Serena gets there. I think they don't talk much, certainly on that initial meeting. Serena's pretty overwhelmed and Bernie's recovering physically as much as mentally and so she's drugged up and exhausted. They've got time for all the big questions and what comes later with discharge etc. Bernie's stay in the hospital will be a while yet.

I made a post with my "Post-Rescue/Hospital Stay" headcanons and ideas... here. What do you make of those? Any you like? Any you hate? I must admit, I haven't given much thought to how Serena would actually take the phone call but I think you're bang on in that it needs to come from someone with authority and with answers.

The delightful thing is that you can go so many different ways with it all. As you say: so many questions, so many potentials.

#bad meta #headcanon #berena

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modern-inheritance · 2 months

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The Great Escape Update: Rider Signs vid later, donno when but soon

All the Dragon Riders Signs that I've revealed on here so far have been fairly simple, covering only a phrase or concept. I'm doing reworks on the parts of the escape that I've already written and realized I just had Arya using just regular gesturing for a spot and wanted to get more Riders Signs out there, so I did the whole phrase she was trying to communicate. It's got more movement than the others, so to get it across I'm thinking of doing a quick vid of myself doing the signs.

I'll be wearing a facemask and sunnies and if I figure out how to cover my face in Flexclip then I'll def do that too (lmao I'm a writer we don't do face reveals) so it'll look a bit odd but there's no face based signs in this one so it'll be fine.

I've not yet gotten any new stuff written for the escape. I've added some things in to reflect the concept I put out yesterday, and I'm adding in another paragraph or two for the state dining hall, but otherwise I'm still lacking the main parts of...

Eragon actually getting out of his cell and Murtagh showing up.

Murtagh and Arya getting back to the dining hall and regrouping with Eragon.

Durza showing up and fighting first Arya, and then Eragon

Saphira making the most badass of badass entrances know to man.

Regrouping with Brom

Those are the points I want to hit with Part 1 at the least. For the first time in MIC history, I am covering canon timeline events beyond just Brom and Murtagh figuring out that they're gonna have to work together. And damn it, if I'm going to do this, I'm going to DO THIS. We're going through Fighting Shadows, through A Warrior and A Healer, and a bit past that to have Arya wake up. I really, really want to have her official introduction to Eragon, Saphira and Murtagh written at some point, but I'm not sure it'll be done in this massive batch. She and Brom need to have a talk though. Technically Arya needs to be debriefed, which usually wouldn't happen in the field but Brom needs to know some things and Arya has her own questions that need answers ASAP. So interaction between them is on the table.

I've got so many things in my head now that are vague and very slippery. This is getting long just for an update but it's more of a ramble now, so why not. Here's another list! This is mainly stuff that I want to see/get written that involves Eragon and Co. traveling to the Varden and the basic day to day that happens. It's not as mad dash as the IC canon, it probably takes them 2-3 weeks, with the last week being more in-line with what we saw in the book speed wise. They do have the urgal army heading to the Varden behind them, but they manage to mostly evade and shake off much of the parties from Gil'ead, and only have to dodge search parties from other towns that were activated after their escape.

Alright, things I wanna see:

Saphira and Arya interaction. Saphira's vaguely familiar with the feeling of Arya's mind, as well as the touch of two others she can't place, and is curious about what it was like when she was being carted around Alagaesia.

Brom, Eragon and Saphira continuing to help heal Arya's wounds. Healing sessions, short in duration and only enough to make sure infection isn't setting in. Larger bursts of magic could attract unwanted attention. We'd get to see more of/reintroduce the MIC 'Conduit Casting' magic system.

Brom being a very gruff, 'she's fine, she'll tough it out' type when Eragon, Murtagh and Saphira are up, but when he and Arya take watch he's our favorite aggressively caring dad again. 'No buts, we're scrubbing those out. Don't be such a baby, bite on this. No, no, you sit down, shut up, and we're going to start breaking up that scar tissue before you're more curled up than birch bark. There, was that so bad? Now drink your juice, I added the sport drink powder, you need to stay hydrated.'

A stop at a lake/river to replace the very old, very outdated and obsolete 'Hotel Pitstop/Sleeping Arrangements' fic. Everyone gets to take a swim, get clean, Saphira gets to do her water dragon bit, everyone just gets a refresh and a moment of relaxation as best they can.

Eragon pestering Arya to teach him a few Riders Signs. Brom's reluctant, as he and Arya have been using it to communicate silently and without the risk of the rest of the party catching wind of their convos about their 'friends in Ellesméra' or more sensitive Varden business, but Eragon is quite persistent. Saphira eventually chimes in and convinces Arya to teach her and Eragon the basics, so that if another instance of her being selectively mute comes up then they can at least understand some of what she's saying.

Uuuuuuh...yeah I think i've run out of steam with this so we'll just leave it here for now. Cheers!

#eragon #inheritance cycle #the cyclists #the world of eragon #the inheritance cycle #modern inheritance #ket's modern inheritance cycle #modern inheritance lore #mic wip #wip #rider signs #riders signs #mic update #using tumblr as a notepad again

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wooyukh · 5 months

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my aunt died and we had to wait 3 MONTHS for a funeral because of her autopsy and stuff. her young son (around 5) started to kind of move on and get used to the idea that she wasn’t going to be around. then, by the time her funeral came around, he was a hot sobbing mess. withdrew into himself and it was decided he wouldn’t go, but this made him worse.

i felt bad for her partner, but funerals need to happen straight away, especially when they’re not being cremated. people’s lives go on, the brain starts to process the trauma and then suddenly it’s there, again.

ily, feel better soon and don’t rush your grief <3

no i’m sorry that sounds so tough :(( i hope your cousin is doing better :( but i agree though funerals need to happen asap. my grandpa was cremated, that’s why the process took a lil longer but still,, we had to wait even longer so we could fly family here so they could attend. idk the whole thing was just so much, it literally went like this: he died on friday 28th, i said my goodbyes over the phone so i had to process that and his death, that weekend. next weekend i was allowed to see his body before they cremated him and that was so rough ngl. then the weekend after i get a break from everything so i’m like “okay, this is fine we’re going to be fine” only for the following weekend for the funeral to finally take place and causing everything to resurface back again. 😖😖 i’m taking my time with grieving so don’t u worry! but honestly though i just wanna fast forward to months from now. this year was so damn shitty and i’m ready for it to be over 😖

#adi answers #anonymous

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anvoo · 7 months

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19.09.2023

I'm super tired right now, which is probably a good thing.

Really happy and proud that I managed to do a good amount of exam prep today. Tomorrow afternoon is the exam, so I still have tomorrow morning to finish preparing (which I'll do).

I'm trying to be more mindful of my thoughts and feelings. Paying attention to them, acknowledging them, seeing if they require any actions or thoughts/mental energy, and then acting accordingly. Thinking about something counts as acting too, so I should also be deliberate with it. Throughout the day, my mind still wanders to certain places that make me a bit sad like my current fitness and health, how stressed I am about exams and studies, missing Cat and wanting to be with her right now,...

And that's ok! You can't really always control where your mind wanders to. Of course, you can try to divert the flow, but it goes here and there sometimes.

Yeah, I think so too. The feelings that follow are also just like the sediments brought by those thoughts, and they'll leave slowly along with the current that brought them there. I don't always have to put in so much mental energy and manpower to get rid of the sediment ASAP, the flow will bring it along as it goes ;) If work is needed, then work should be put in. Vice versa, if work isn't needed, then effort is best spent elsewhere.

My fitness and health are definitely a concern of mine. It's being put on the back burner as of the moment because of the more urgent thing (exams), but I'll pick those thoughts up and deal with them as soon as I get the urgent stuff done! Exams and studies right now are top priority, gogogo! About thoughts and feelings of missing Cat and wanting to be with her, they do make me a bit sad, but that's ok v.v I think I have things pretty thought-through when it comes to this department already, so no need for me to rehash it every time.

Yepyep. It's a positive and cute/romantic thing you guys have going on :> You both love and want to be with each other and are trying your best to make that a reality. You'll be ok.

Thank you v.v I'm trying to break free of the "Thought comes to mind, feel a bit sad, TRY EVERYTHING TO RATIONALIZE AND UNSAD MYSELF WHICH COSTS SO MUCH ENERGY BECAUSE ITS JUST LIKE MOVING SEDIMENT IT TAKES A LOT OF MANPOWER TO DO IT BUT THE RIVER WILL JUST KINDA DO IT BY ITSELF, successfully unsadden, exhausted from spending so much energy on it, don't do anything afterward".

Do the "thought comes to mind, feel a bit sad, if no extra thinking or effort needed for the thought then it's ok just live with it, unsadden (wow what a crazy thing this happens in both scenarios), still have energy cause I chose not to indulge in thoughts and spirals, do things afterward to improve my situation and life = less sad thoughts".

I like how I use nature and stuff as metaphors and analogies for things, it's actually pretty cute and helps me visualize them better. After my exams are done, I'll do some stuff with it.

Goodnight!

#journal #diary #motivation #thoughts #self love #self help

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bitchc0ck · 11 months

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umm i could use some advice if anyone wants to offer their opinion

sooooooooooo i’m cutting my blood relatives out of my life and going no contact. my plan was to write out a letter to my parents saying ‘hey i’m not part of this family anymore’ and provide the limited scenarios where they are allowed to contact me. BUT that doesn’t feel right to me. like, ghosting is much more my speed, and i’d be fine with doing that here, but that doesn’t provide me with the clean break/line in the sand that i want. it’s also putting off confrontation that’ll become future gracie’s problem and i’d rather just get that part over with asap.

i’ve been going back and forth on this for months now still can’t make up my mind. neither thing is ideal (having to do this at all isn’t ideal), and both have their own pros and cons that are pretty even between them. i need to figure out a plan soon because we’re going to get the rest of my stuff in a couple weeks and that’s the only thing that’s held me back this long.

i got really upset the last time we were over (with my mom specifically) and honestly just wish i’d done it then while i was worked up and had the balls to do it. but i didn’t so here i am.

really looking for any input/opinion/personal experience/etc. to help me decide what’s best. i feel really lost and just........... want more input other than brian and therapist :(

#personal #this is abt family stuff

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the-firebird69 · 1 year

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A few things going on here damn bugs won't leave me alone keep bighting him. There's way too many around here this has a slobs I want them to fix it if they don't we're coming in there and fix it you bother us are going to rest them and what you like this and everything for free and a bunch of wankers I think they can drag us around doing nothing having nothing it is way past it they're very humiliating and they're very tricky and they're mean

I had so many alarms today it wasn't even funny huge was all day and then all of a sudden nothing after they were gone huge huge numbers of idiots died and regular ones too not even clones. Massive numbers of clothes and then we went in and finished the job and I don't want to ever see them again they were outer waste of time they did provide a vehicle but it was all us and they had provided us with extra work and a lot of worry they're extremely mean and dangerous they provoke people all the time and they're absurd too and disgusting and decadent they are cannibals all the time they don't like each other and they know they're terrible people but they struggle for life just like any terrible person or horrible animal. There are sons of thanks for pointing out that they suck really bad and he didn't have to do much they naturally suck. Once again I'm ordering this John remillard idiot out I want people to pay attention to me I want him out ASAP it's a priority right now this is what he's doing and saying. he answer the thought that our son was responsible because he was dictating it her son was doing a saving lives and his own people evacuate a little and people in Brazil and along the South left a lot of him and he's an a****** so we're going to penalize him. Most of them just sat there cuz they're jerks like him and we don't like these people too stupid well really they're very mean and that was half of the ones that were left they're gone it's probably a little more than that a bunch came out of there and the max are slaughtering them still and we are and pretty soon they'll be gone and they probably won't stop cuz he's idiots of big mouth oxygen levels are up to about 20% here it went way up there for about 5 minutes and he felt it and it dropped it's odd but the algae went out to the middle of the harbor of golf really and tons of stuff is growing slowly the sun will hit it tomorrow and it's going to sprout and oxygen will start spreading and it's going to go to like 25% 30 and it's going to hold for quite a while and then it might go up a little more that's what it should be.

The sun has been oxygen depraved for a little while and he's been trying beef and vitamin b complex and pills for iron all the time and it has helped and he's has been eating things that have vitamins in them and iron in the morning and vitamin b complex and foods and pills and supplements so he should be okay but he needs to have a lot more of it and will heal rapidly when he does. I think that will happen probably Tuesday Wednesday. Now there are a lot of ships that were exposed and Jason took a ton of them for some reason they're very aggressive now. It's going to be a fight Jason and his went right down to the mud they're working hard cleaning them off inspecting for damage and launching thinking about 500 ships up at those 500 are 5 mi ships that's big if you have to be concerned about it and they say they're leaving Earth's orbit now. I know they're doing so breaking chips out and then going around cities. It's a huge day and he is taking off and singing orbit and he is. In order to take cities

. You must he says we're just going to run out of fuel to this so he's doing it slowly

Thor Freya

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punkscowardschampions · 2 years

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Ali & Carly

Ali: [Alright, so turning up after when we would like to, as we definitely like to see a party amp up and reach its peak, not lowkey turn up when it’s all going downhill a bit; but for whatever reason (Marlene saying she will come for once but then making us late for her own reasons) we are arriving now; I imagine that there are landmarks that stay in place up in these mountains/someone has brought proper lighting and sound systems in their vehicles, very rave vibe, so we are able to find our way and make an entrance, that isn’t scrambling in the dark, by following this carnage. As it is Summer, even though it’s obviously dead of night, I will be finding a vibe of an outfit to slay, duh; as duh is how hardcore Marlene will be attempting to hold onto Ali like she is a toddler trying to run away in the supermarket here. Good luck, she cannot be tamed and is dancing through this crowd with glee.]

Carly: [I will likewise try and find an outfit despite the fact you’re very much not in your slaying era, you would be that bitch who didn’t look pregnant at all hence your parents and lowkey you for ages did not know about it genuinely so you’re welcome for that because we all know she’s in a group of the sketchiest boys and they’re probably saying gross stuff about her body seeing as she literally just had a baby and egging each other on to see it/try and sleep with her as the first lad since, truly upsetting because she’d likewise just be trying to vibe, you’ll probably bump into each other dancing ASAP if she can get away from these lads enough, soz not soz Marlene]

Ali: [You know we can overhear as soon as we’re within that distance because like any party you’re having to shout so like how very dare you, dickheads; obviously we have to do the thing where we just spin you further away from them like whoops goodbye boys, and you can because if Marlene has overheard as well she will be personally kicking off, without even needing to look at or know Carly herself, just on principle]

Carly: [she do be that butch lesbian and she will fight you cos she lowkey doesn’t go anywhere without her band mates so they’d all get involved and it’d be such a scene you don’t want to be dealing with lads, meanwhile Carly’s just having a lovely time dancing and showering Ali with compliments about her outfit and hair etc the way sweet drunk girls do]

Ali: [We are very much leaving that to y’all and trusting you ladies know when to stop before it’s a whole drama, which is a risk but we’d rather get Carly away from the situation and make sure she’s good first so there we go; repaying those compliments and specifically saying something that contradicts whatever grossness was being said by the lads]

Carly: [when you’re genuinely so buzzing but also overwhelmed that it breaks my heart cos who is ever saying nice things to this gal, just peeping out through her hands like can’t deal but smiling SO big]

Ali: [gently prising her hands from her face so you can grin back at her but also just keep leading her further away ‘til we’re on the other side of this shindig because fuck your bad vibes ‘do you need anything, a drink?’ in her ear so you know she can hear you properly]

Carly: [‘been waiting for you to read my palm’ because I’m sorry there is no way Ali’s rep as a witch and almost murderer is not known and you’ve been leading Carly by the hand round and about, also in her ear because obviously]

Ali: [raise your brows like ah well ‘have to cross mine with silver first, see’ and lightly tug on an earring or necklace she’s definitely wearing as if you’re gonna take it for payment but obviously don’t lol and look up to find the moon and talk about whatever phase it is currently in, I’m not about to try and guess, you know the vibes]

Carly: [absolutely taking said jewellery off and putting it on Ali whatever it may be, probably an earring since that’s the weirdest thing to share with a stranger lol, because she’s just that bitch, and asking her about whatever stars are out cos you’ve probably got a pretty good view of some rn]

Ali: [we’re naturally thrilled because we are that weird and finding something suitable to swap so you’re even and telling her about all the stars because are that nerd ‘what did you want to know about your future, anyway?’ Looking back down at her palms and tracing the lines like I can do it but it matters what answers you’re looking for]

Carly: [10000% GUSHING about whatever she was given whether that’s looking at and touching it when Ali is talking or complimenting it whenever she can without hardcore talking over you gal, but making and holding eye contact when she asks the question ‘I don’t know, is it happy or sad?’ again break my heart Carly, you’re barely 15 and you think your life is over]

Ali: [maintain that eye contact with her too and do a small smile ‘both’ because that is always the truth, no matter what we could read from your palm or anywhere else ‘tonight can be happy’ with confidence like it will be no question about it and lift a bottle from someone who’s nodding out and take a swig and offer it to her]

Carly: [take said bottle and unthinkingly down like half of it because yeah likewise determined that tonight will be good regardless of everything that’s going on, as unthinkingly say sorry when you pass it back because that’s her entire vibe always and forever despite it clearly not belonging to Ali in the first place]

Ali: [not acknowledging the sorry beyond shrugging it away because none of that ‘you’ve earnt it’ like dealing with those dickheads would be enough and we’re obviously well aware much more is going on than just that for her right now, drinking some more to be like there you go, equal again ‘you come here with them?’ and nodding back towards the lads]

Carly: [‘it’s my first night out’ we don’t need to elaborate since what because everyone knows sis ‘they all fancied earning dibs’ like I couldn’t possibly decide myself who to come with, why would that choice be mine to make]

Ali: [shaking our head directly at them like typical ‘they’ll have to try harder night two’ like you simply have not earned anything, have you boys ‘good thing dancing’s better’ and leading her into another dance to prove it, chucking this bottle on the grass]

Carly: [‘have to find it and spin it’ with a look in said bottle’s direction but we’re loling with our head shake cos we know the lads won’t actually put in any effort fighting for us and there’s no use being heartbroken about it and honestly we’re having more fun dancing rn legit so]

Ali: [‘sit and spin’ taking this as an opportunity to spin ‘round and ‘round ‘til you fall over because why would you not, landing in this damp grass and loling]

Carly: [shamelessly gotta land on you Alison and make no attempt to move, soz I don’t make the rules]

Ali: [raise yourself up on your elbows and do that awkward dance of nearly headbutting you so then we’re checking your head as we touch your arm and do a smaller lol ‘was going to ask if you were okay but that seems like a bad idea now, rub her forehead softly like whoops]

Carly: [just doing your own lols and smiles to let her know you’re okay instead of entirely brushing it off in favour of checking her out for injuries she doesn’t have and being touchy feely af with her hair and skin way more than would ever be necessary]

Ali: [‘your smile is lovely’ just straight up because we’re always that genuine and it’s the mood, finding whatever clovers and daisies and whatnot we can by the dim light in this grass and braiding them into her hair, getting busy with this task we’ve given ourselves so we aren’t just staring at her casually]

Carly: [getting her phone out and using the torch to help this girl out with both the search and the task we’re letting her do, casually pretending we don’t see all the messages from her parents that are like wtf come home now, pretending our lockscreen isn’t our tiny child because we can’t think about it or there will be no more smiles and simply can’t have that ‘must be they’re more powerful cos I’ve been storing them up’ nbd just admitting we have and have had 0 to smile about]

Ali: [‘it must be hard’ not past tensing it like it’s over, or putting any sympathy or our own emotion into it, it’s almost rhetorical because we’re pretty sure that no shit, it’s been hard but we’re leaving the space for her to answer if she wants to, not just dismissing her about it]

Carly: [‘brought it on myself, didn’t I?’ with a shrug because it’s as rhetorical and what literally everyone would be saying, meanwhile we’re saying it too cheerfully like oh well cos again just the vibes]

Ali: [at first shake your head like nah but then do a shrug like I guess it’s complicated ‘maybe for now, it would always be shit, but then it could be the best thing in the world in the end, high risk, high reward’ just saying our actual feelings towards the subject and not just offering platitudes about it or being fake nice ‘you weren’t sure, about keeping your baby?’ because we’re not believing anything just from the gossip ‘cos no one knows the actual tea because none of you are nice enough to care or even ask so]

Carly: [‘I didn’t wanna but my ma said I should’ve thought about that if not, like’ likewise saying our actual feelings and the truth that your parents have lowkey forced you into this despite then being shit about it]

Ali: [making a face at your mother for this but not being hardcore with it because not judgey by nature we just don’t like what we don’t like ‘she won’t mind babysitting when we go out again then, will she’ with that breeziness of like, you’ll have no choice, love, lmao]

Carly: [a little lol ‘what I said to her and my da as well’ cos she would, we’re out tonight lads you clearly couldn’t stop her and didn’t try that hard, turning her head however necessary to look at Alison ‘will we go out again then?’ with the energy of the question being more like ooh where are we going and when]

Ali: [ahh to be young and rebellious, just you wait Tess lmao, jk we’re not that bad but still, a bit; finishing a braid and giving it a playful flick like umm yes, of course ‘you don’t think I trust them to make night two any better, do you?’ and rolling our eyes like hell no]

Carly: [not calling Carly a bad influence but everyone will think it when Ali starts having these babies haha ‘night [whatever is a lucky number for gemini but a high number like 23 or 32 appaz cos we know what these lads are like so we’re not saying 3 or 5 which I know are lucky]’ll be grand’ I fully expect Ali to pick up on this because she just would know gemini lucky numbers, she’s that bitch]

Ali: [do a little snort like maybe ‘if any of them are air signs too’ and say which ones you recognised and which ones you didn’t]

Carly: [just have a nice little chat about which boys are what signs because of course you know Carly, read them to filth]

Ali: [getting so into dragging them astrologically we’re cackling]

Carly: [and tell her you have 3 middle names and that you gave your son 5 because 7 is a lucky number for cancer and you would]

Ali: [obsessing over her naming choices and talking about your own name nickname situ and what names you would pick because clearly it’s the kind of thing you think about]

Carly: [I’m gonna have to sit and think of them all one day and for Aries it’s 9 so I’ll have even more of a job for Billie, thanks Carly]

Ali: [like, that is insanity but we are not going to judge you right here right now lol, should probably have your girlfriend and her friends turn back up at this point, ugh lmao, like hi gals]

Carly: [it is but you’re a teenage girl and you could’ve done a lot worse naming wise so I’ll let you off hun, ugh yeah I was gonna say a good a time as any for y’all to show up, at least you can bring more drinks like the gentleman you try and portray yourself as]

Ali: [just downing that with more ferocity than should be needed when your girlfriend shows but at least you can pretend you were just trying to be sexy like thanks babe and give her a quick kiss before telling all y’all this is Carly and she’s in your xyz classes at school]

Carly: [genuinely saying something nice about each one of these gals as we say hi because she just is that pure, you can’t be a hater Marlene]

Ali: [she’s so pure and it’s so refreshing at this point, hanging around with these punk grrrls]

Carly: [excuse her for being the softest and cutest you flops]

Ali: [you’re probably all being alright, even Marlene for now ‘cos you’re not hardcore flirting and she just got to defend your honour so you’re welcome hun]

Carly: [yeah it’d be a nice vibe rn she won’t even scare you off yet talking about her horrific labour, we’ll save that for later lol]

Ali: [lmao, get over it gals, be an ally to this woman and her poor vagina; for now though, starting some drinking games that aren’t just spin the bottle shamelessly]

Carly: [I’ll make her tell the tale when she needs to stop band practice and save Ali one of those times because that was always fun to do, for now, drink these gals who think they are such bad bitches under the table Carly and make them blush with how vanilla they actually always are, you gotta]

Ali: [we know you all are and it’s the tea and Ali is amused af by this being exposed right now ‘cos we ain’t either so it’s like hohaha]

Carly: [cali just loling at y’all, k-stew gonna be grumpy about this]

Ali: [it is lowkey implying you’re boring us on the low, even if we didn’t mean to, it’s out there now so, deal with that tomorrow girl]

Carly: [soz you are a bit boring and not right for Ali especially at this point in her life, at least Carly can accidentally get one of the gals talking about the band and you can all go on and on about it for a sec, that’ll cheer you]

Ali: [literally talking to someone else who is circling nearby whilst this goes on but not fully walking away from the group or anything dramatic ‘can you sing, Carly?’ sounds like you’re looking for your own replacement with how out of the blue the question is but we’re just curious lmao]

Carly: [nod because you’re clearly too drunk/high/both to be as shy about it as you normally are, and gently pull Ali back into this inner circle and as close to you as she physically can be without being on top of each other again, cos gotta sing something to prove it but gotta be heard over the music that’s already playing, absolutely am gonna pick dreaming by blondie because it’s ‘punk’ enough that none of these lesbians can mock you if they also overhear you but a song you’d know unlike all their riot grrrl bops and a song with a v cali vibe]

Ali: [we simply would not let anyone mock you ever and we’re literally mesmerized whilst you perform full heart eyes and then we are giving you all the compliments so excitedly and making sure all these gals do the same]

Carly: [thank god it do be dark cos she’d be blushing SO BIG despite doing an adorable lil bow like yeah ty ‘your turn’ cos we already know Ali can sing I’m sure that’s totally common knowledge in the entirety of Dublin and also you did do music together for juniors so she defs would’ve unlike poor shy Carly, keeping it equal 5ever]

Ali: [I don’t know what I want you to sing to be quite honest but I’m thinking a traditional Irish song as you’re up a mountain right now vibing and it equally fits and does not fit at all with the vibe so just go for it honey, doing your best attempt at Irish dancing with it casually]

Carly: [that’s a whole mood plus we know the point is that she totally slayed it instead of flopping and Carly would be even more mesmerised and doing even bigger heart eyes and giving the most compliments to the degree that none of the rest of y’all can get a word in, soz, plus it’s confirmed in my past posts that Carly did Irish dancing lessons as a child complete with the outfits and everything cos I see your parents as being proudly irish despite fucking off to spain as soon as they can, so obvs gotta do it too and tell her all your childhood exploits]

Ali: [being so buzzing and asking her to show us how to properly right now because like all things we just make it up as we go along and do what we’re feeling but we love learning new things and love when anyone is excited about something]

Carly: [have a fun moment teaching her how to do that even though she would apologising for being crap and having lost the knack etc despite the fact she isn’t and has not cos just who she is rn]

Ali: [forever being effortlessly reassuring because that’s not true so we can say as much and no lie is detected, the way I know those gross lads are probably back to staring at y’all and saying shit because they can be like well they’re making a show of themselves, ugh, go away]

Carly: [it’s too real, all of it, ps I like to think Ronan is not here tonight cos we’ve said he’s less of a knob so that just tracks seeing as she’s out with the worst of the worst, we all know Carly’s saying shit back to them in Irish cos for the same reasons she’s good at it hence it being one of the only lessons she has with Ali when they are older, though it’s way more playful and fun and less gross than y’all are being cos we’re not in the mood to actually beef with these lads tonight or lowkey ever]

Ali: [that makes sense to me and we can let a lot slide until we can be bothered to brawl either because you always get dickheads and we are mostly unbothered but you know the lesbians are pressed and we have to stop dancing and enjoying ourselves to be like it’s not worth it just go get more drinks or whatever]

Carly: [poor Ali is not trying to be a bouncer between these lads and lesbians, quit it everyone, god you just know k-stew wants to go home already and is using this as her excuse, soz gal but we’re not leaving]

Ali: [probably having a mini argument ‘cos she’s like well can you stop dicking around and then they’ll ignore you, like 1. No they won’t babe and 2. Rude]

Carly: [meanwhile Carly’s probably getting flirted with by one of the other lesbians, casually going along with it in the way that she does and will cos do not even realise lowkey just like y’all are being so nice to me]

Ali: [the side-eye we’re giving this girl like really, is this the time, ma’am but we don’t wanna hear the anti-predatory gay rant so as long as it’s kept at flirting we’re minding our business but judging you haha]

Carly: [this gal giving Ali a share of whatever drugs she has on her person once the domestic is over with an echo of her earlier ‘you’ve earnt it’ do we mean because of the row with Marlene and how annoying she is being or do we mean how good your performance was or both haha, definitely doing said drugs with her in the gayest/flirtiest/most touchy feely way possible depending what they are, not soz to your gf or her friend that was trying to put the moves on]

Ali: [we’re not at all soz, she’s an inherently touchy feely person and you can’t pretend otherwise Marlene, we’re also not being like hmm should you though about it because that’s not our call to make remotely, taking you to a slightly quieter patch and laying to look at the stars whilst you’re high, doing a big sigh when we do because monogamy does not suit us even if Marlene did so we’re restless as fuck]

Carly: [as is Carly clearly so call it flirting all you want later on Marlene but she’d be being like this with all your mates when she met them as well so you’ll have to say she’s flirting with them too hun, speaking of your friends, if any of y’all decide to try and be gallant about if Carly should or shouldn’t, you will be met with a lol and a vibe of all these lesbians being as obsessed with what her tits are doing as the lads are so probably don’t haha ‘biggest sigh I’ve ever heard’ I doubt that my love but she’s concerned and looking over at Ali instead of the stars like what’s wrong/are you okay]

Ali: [when you turn your head to shake it, end up facing her too so you can make eye contact and smile ‘nothing’ because in the grand scheme of problems we’re aware it’s such a non-issue and one of our own making, of course, not that dickhead ‘we should’ve talked properly, before now’ with why haven’t we, how has that happened sort of energy]

Carly: [stealing Alison’s earlier words again, this time ‘must be hard’ with the same kind of energy as she used it, cos we obvs mean being in a relationship cos she clearly never has, getting closer to her in response to the second bit without being aware that’s a thing just like yeah we should’ve cos could launch into a ramble about maybe why you haven’t crossed paths but it’s nothing you both don’t already know]

Ali: [nod ‘very’ because we feel bad for how there’s nothing wrong with Marlene and she has all her own life shit and doesn’t need a break-up on top of it but she will be fine really, it’s just peak drama as a teen and you’re always the one doing the breaking up so you would feel like the bad guy, resting your head on her shoulder and playing with one of the flower braids from earlier casually ‘are you coming back in September?’]

Carly: [taking her hand and holding it basically forever from this moment on lol ‘don’t know, it’s transition year’ meaning yeah they’ll probably let me but if they don’t it also doesn’t really matter that much, cos obvs she’d wanna go back asap, defs sooner than the 18 weeks you’re appaz legally allowed to have despite not caring about school that much purely for not having to be stuck in the caravan all day with a baby]

Ali: [‘the school has to’ but with the knowing tone of you might be talking about your parents there so at least that’s school on your side ‘there’s the nursery right by the school’ ‘cos usually nearby for ease ‘he’ll be the perfect age’ ‘cos most nurseries will take from birth basically but 3 months is like, you’ve done your full maternity leave energy, squeezing her hand a little like see, it’ll work out perfectly]

Carly: [‘they’ll know what they’re doing there, have to as well’ cos Carly clearly does not atm and her parents aren’t much better at childcare lbr with the same vibe of yeah that will be perfect and he’ll probably love it loads more than the alternative]

Ali: [‘exactly’ even though we can tell it’s deeper than just worrying about your baby being in other people’s care, we’re not gonna gush about what a good mum you are when we don’t know right now because that’d be fake ‘what they’re there for, to help’ because everyone needs help and really the health visitors and social should be picking up on this vibe but your mum obviously puts on too good of a show]

Carly: [‘I cried when my ma dropped me off up til [pick a school year age that’s far too old to still be doing that honey cos she’s got anxiety]’ like it’s lols and we’re not worrying that we hope this tiny baby will actually settle cos too high to be having anything but fun at this time]

Ali: [‘School is shit’ with a smile because we’ve never been a fan and we can make it relatable, even though you know we were not crying too ‘who wouldn’t rather be at home with daytime TV and no teachers’]

Carly: [‘come round after he’s got his nursery place’ like we’ll just chill at home and leave him there nbd]

Ali: [shake the hand we’re still holding like deal]

Carly: [just the biggest smile again cos she doesn’t have any friends there’s no sugarcoating that fact ‘you’re the sweetest’ cos true it was nice meeting your gf and her friends but]

Ali: [‘you’ as you boop her on the nose because we’re feeling it ‘you live on [whatever the site is called/known as], right?’ because we recognise the boys you’re with tonight so it doesn’t take a genius to put that together with people being cunty because you live on a caravan site at school no doubt ‘I know where it is, nice bike ride from mine’]

Carly: [‘yeah, always’ cos has literally never lived anywhere else or in a house which is a wild thing to think about ‘nobody’s chatting about where you live, hope knowing’s in my future’ like where do you idk cos curious]

Ali: [‘you’ll have to come over too, sofas got more room these days’ because I think baze will be starting their uni era in autumn so slowly getting a less full house one way or another]

Carly: [shake her hand again like okay deal]

Ali: [just giggling about how accidentally formal we’re being and shaking her hand ‘til it’s silly and finishing with a pinky promise, more the energy]

Carly: [also loling as she takes whatever rings she’s wearing off and like gathers them all up to tip into Ali’s lap as if she was shaking her hand that hard to steal them all, except the pinky one obvs if there is because we’re not breaking that pinky promise and are gonna stay linked like that forever now]

Ali: [just putting these rings on our other hand in various different combos like mwahaha yes this was my plan but then we’re putting them back on her which is casually very intimate like alright wedding vibes, just making up stupid vows because we’re high and amused]

Carly: [join in, you simply must, even if we can’t ignore the sigh of hers that would’ve escaped because not at all casual social pariah and hasn’t been touched in so long and especially not in actual soft and intimate way like that]

Ali: [don’t even start me on how unsoft the baby’s conception clearly was, too sad to think about, thank you]

Carly: [thank god we can actually have Ronan be your friend more than he was cos always said you were neighbours, you don’t have to be an angel sir but I’m glad you’re slightly less of a dick at least]

Ali: [honestly, and you get to be friends with the non-dickheads we are too, things can only get better gal, even with your messiness as a duo]

Carly: [I love to see it, soz as ever we’re gonna kill you off but you’ll be happy before we do, I promise, and you’re v happy rn actually, high and looking at stars with this gal you clearly already love ‘thanks for saving me’ not her first actual acknowledgment that everything isn’t chill and lols as far as those lads go]

Ali: [shrug like anytime ‘been there’ because we have, even if not the literal same situation ‘some nights, you shouldn’t have to hack it alone’ like they should be laying off and you shouldn’t have to laugh that shit off too]

Carly: [putting her hand on her shoulders like we’re holding them still cos nope you can’t shrug it off it’s too important and we’re never far away from being silly or touchy feely ‘tonight was destined to be…’ trailing off and just making a face cos don’t wanna speak those bad vibes out loud ‘or so I thought’ cos like I said, having a lovely time truly]

Ali: [putting your own hands on her shoulders but in the opposite as if you’re stilling her and calming those bad thoughts that are going about her head ‘it was’ so affirmingly like we were destined to meet tonight and go through whatever is about to happen between us because we know]

Carly: [looking at this gal and the stars and her palm and back like yeah this do be fated because she’s v much a everything happens for a reason bitch hence keeping this child that she doesn’t want rn]

Ali: [we know you’re that hoe too, at least we can cut this night whenever we like ‘cos clearly these lads are not going to just leave it and Marlene and co will make y’all leave instead because realistically, you don’t wanna be hate-crimed girls]

Carly: [plus lbr it’s blatant already that Cali have more in common and more of a connection so she’d also be like let’s get her home and away from my gf rn immediately]

Ali: [when you can see the end, very awkward, no dignity in this for either of you honestly, it would be better if it was just called a day but if there’s one thing we can say about miss alison is that she doesn’t avoid an overlap ever lmao]

Carly: [she doesn’t give up for better or worse and neither does the walking lesbian cliche that Marlene is, so here we are]

Ali: [that’s a better way of putting it than me just calling her a bit of a hoe, oh dear, she’s an aquarius cliche, if astrology blogs have taught me anything; real question is should we just get you home and then go because obviously Marlene’s idea or should we be like hmm no I should really stay because she would be in a fair state and we’re that bitch?]

Carly: [she’s doing the most to be that slutty bi stereotype too but I still love her, to answer your question I think she should stay because she is that bitch and would want to and in the state Carly was in she’d also want her to, plus it’ll make Marlene and Ro both mad which makes me lol]

Ali: [real missus at home, honestly, but that’s my thinking too, max drama, without intending it like soz gals, plus you’d get to say bonjour to this literal newborn so that’s another thing]

Carly: [like, the only way I can see Ali not staying is if Carly was hardcore like no thank you but she isn’t gonna do that or if her parents were awake and being all leave get out which doesn’t need to happen on this particular occasion either because we’ll have plenty of others to do that]

Ali: [exactly, if we were unwanted, obvs we wouldn’t insist but it’s just the kind of gals you both are, if people weren’t dicks to Carly and wanted to sleep over, of course]

Carly: [and k-stew can only be a little bit salty about it openly because the entire vibe was saving Carly from those lads and they’re literally all gypsies who live near or literally on the same site as her so they’d be no point taking her home after rescuing her if you were just gonna leave her at their mercy then]

Ali: [exactly, and we can’t all fit in this 2-bed caravan, squad, so, that’s on that; not saying y’all would break in her room lads but you’d be knocking and being annoying and she might go out in her state or her parents would have to get involved and lord knows they don’t defend their shaming daughter ever so, no, the way Ali would just instinctively know so much of this and we’re not about to spell it out to you so you’re not jealous we’re just like this is what we’re doing, bye babe]

Carly: [mhmm not soz Ali is her mother’s daughter and knows things, you have to get back for your mother anyways Marlene and you probably also have an early start with your job so you couldn’t stay here with a possibly crying newborn even if there was room, goodbye and god bless]

Ali: [literally, and we all know Ronan is not the only gypsy we have dated at this point, or the first time we’ve been to this site remotely, we’re not green on what some of y’all be like]

Carly: [the way she’s gonna work out who Carly’s baby daddy is so fast if she hasn’t already, good thing you don’t have to keep it a secret from her hun]

Ali: [the way you’d already be high up that suspect list lmao but we’re never pushy and would not be like oh yes, you should tell your child/involve him, only girls who don’t get it act as if that’s a blanket statement, like not if he’s an absolute menace who would deffo want nothing to do with anyway, karen]

Carly: [not only was it literally rape but he’s also a racist to non gypsies and I’m sure his massive family are delightful if he thinks that’s acceptable and wouldn’t at all harass her and make her life hell on this site until she and her parents were forced to leave, I think the fuck not, thank you]

Ali: [could literally set your van on fire, it wouldn’t be worth it for anyone, Carly, the kid, no fucker; you know if he’d even pondered if it was his, which probably not, he’d be shocked you’d not aborted it because that’s what they think of non-traveller girls, they’re easy and godless so they deserve no respect, ugh]

Carly: [exactly, there’s a reason I’m saying she gets treated like this, not just talking out my arse for the sake of a sob story]

Ali: [mhmm, and we would keep our mouth closed because clearly this dude is bad news even if we don’t know the extent like he wouldn’t have been any nicer to you once he was done getting what he wanted]

Carly: [she’s no snitch, never has been, never would be, we’ll have to decide how much we want Ronan to know and how he’ll react if y’all are all dating but we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it]

Ali: [yes we’ll need to work out a general idea of who he is and his story if we do, ‘cos you’re very 2D atm because it’s all you needed to be so]

Carly: [that’ll be fun though, but for now, you gals probably just bond with drunk/high oversharing of all sorts of stuff so you know her better than you do your gf after a few hours of properly talking to and knowing her til you both pass out for the night]

Ali: [it’s the vibe, likewise is us getting up and feeding this baby in the AM ‘cos we had a baby brother when we were 9 and then family trauma happened so you would’ve all had to chip in hardcore, plus, obvs, we love kids anyway but we’re not even doing it for points here is the point it’s just natural to let you have a lie-in here]

Carly: [+ Ali would not be as trashed as Carly anyways cos she got there later and wasn’t there as long as she would’ve been if her gf had chill and obvs Carly hasn’t been out or wasted in months so her tolerance would be way down from whatever it usually is, I’m cringing at how hardcore Carly’s mum would be trying to be Ali’s mate when she wakes up cos that’s who she is]

Ali: [^^ exactement to all this; thank God Ali is a personable hoe and makes friends with literal oldies like antique cat lady and Caleb’s too good for him grandpa so we wouldn’t be phased, despite how cringe you actually are hen, just like hey babes]

Carly: [thank god Carly is used to how her mum is cos she’s blatantly gonna wake up to a panic attack as is because that’s the vibe in this era and how she didn’t realise she was having morning sickness when she was, soz you gotta style that out gal to not get to 3rd base with Ali right away, need to save that dramatic reveal for another day, disguise it as a hangover/come down]

Ali: [very real, at least we can do the cute breakfast moment we’ve done before for y’all and be like oh let’s take him for a walk to the shop to get this feast and hangover cures and can eat it outside somewhere nice because summer, ‘scuse you Carly’s mum but we don’t need you joining]

Carly: [love that cute vibe for you, absolutely not invited mrs walsh, goodbye and good day, Ali can meet some of the cats that are out and about literally everywhere as they leave too, as we’ve also done before]

Ali: [one should for sure follow you to the shop like our little friend who used to come see us, just coming for the adventure, we won’t let you get run over, babe]

Carly: [I adore that, it should lowkey always follow them from then on and essentially be their first cat they adopt, I know Ali already has Blue and no disrespect to you my love, but Carly do need all the friends rn]

Ali: [1000% percent baby, just loving on this cat and letting it see the baby but gently because he’s so tiny and new, also getting you and the other cats something good from the shop so yous can join in the meal]

Carly: [it’s gotta be done, full offense k-stew we know you’re being ignored on this day]

Ali: [so fully, Ali would lowkey be a terrible texter ‘cos she’s always doing something, only person she wouldn’t be to being Ro because the traumabond]

Carly: [we see you with your high iq and adhd like your daughter, it’s okay gal]

Ali: [worrying your own mother sick with the way you just forget to check in and then are very unapologetic because you’re a teen for one but you’re also like lol I’m having a picnic calm it because you don’t have that side of your mother’s personality AT ALL ever]

Carly: [Ali and Rocky are the chill side of this fam and they get it from their father, sweetie, Tommy too sometimes but he do also have that angsty side so]

Ali: [mhmm, I think we’ve done a good job making them all a decent mix of]

Carly: [We could debate til the cows come home over whether Joe and Ray could’ve turned it around in different circumstances but this is neither the time or the place lol, the point is yeah I think we did good]

Ali: [something definitely went awry there, we cannot pretend lmao but no, we’re not talking about yous when we’re just getting to know each other so deeply in the way only yous can, having a marvellous time and ignoring our gfs increasing texts]

Carly: [Carly likewise ignoring her mother’s cos you’re not part of the squad miss ma’am and any shit people, Laoise defs being one, are talking about her being out last night cos fuck the haters]

Ali: [ugh, that bitch, not got a nice word to say ever lmao, hush ya gums, we’re unphased and vibing]

Carly: [can probably leave it there til we’re ready to pick y’all back up again cos we know what the vibes are]

Ali: [agreed girl]

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