#it's like 6 am and my girl's out here running in the RAIN

[cautiously0ptimistic]

Got a broken ego, broken heart, God, I don’t even know where to start.

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#the sims 4 #ts4 #ts4 story #sim story #ts4 screenshots #simblr #Trouble: Part I #Swimming In Technicolor #Magnolia #is this a reboot??? #MAYBE #POSSE BLAY #AM I DOING THIS #yanno some of the homies been tryna peer pressure me back into storytelling and it kinda WORKED #10 points to anyone who remembers the old Homesick scene that this parallels #are u guys ready for pain bc that's literally the whole premise of this story #starting off strong #it's like 6 am and my girl's out here running in the RAIN #WHO HURT YOU MAGGIE #(me it was me) #ANYWAY #i guess i'm back in business??? who woulda guessed

[shanastoryteller]

Happy holidays! Do you have any zagreus interacting with other gods? Thanks so much

a continuation of 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15

Other people are learning about Zagreus.

Not that they know it's him, of course. He goes by the moniker prince.

Just enough to direct prayers and pay tributes, but a nameless god standing against Demeter? It's enough to send the whole pantheon in an uproar.

It's enough to send Demeter to heights of rage that Artemis previously thought her incapable of reaching.

There are gardens that her frost can't touch. Fruit she she has no hand in growing.

There are people who will not submit and die as she wishes it, blaming mortals for her daughter's death and so making them pay the price for a lost goddess.

Not even Zeus has rained destruction upon the mortals like Demeter had and not even Zeus can stop her.

It's too much. Too much taken, too much suffering.

Persephone was a sweet girl. But her loss is not worth the life of every mortal upon the earth.

Artemis is with Aphrodite, both of them having been evoked powerfully enough to send shivers down their spine. She leans against her spear and tried to think of any other way to fix this.

It's a town on the edge of collapse, a thick forest between them and the rest of civilization. In spring the journey is long but easy enough, but it hasn't been spring for a long time.

There's no game to hunt. Loved ones are dying. They beg and beg to any god that will listen but while every god can hear them no god can save them.

None but one.

But how would they know? This far out, there only contact is other isolated villages too deep in the world.

"I'm tired," Aphrodite whispers, knees pulled to her chest, something about her coltish in her helplessness.

Artemis has never tried this. She doesn't even know if it will work. But he won't ever find his way here on his own. "Can you keep a secret, Aphrodite?"

She shifts her head enough to look at her with a single garnet eye. "What secret do you have, sister mine?"

"Aphrodite," she says warningly.

She huffs, amusement aging her. "Yes, yes, my silence or my life. What is it?"

Artemis hopes she doesn't regret this. She hopes it works. "Prince Zagreus!"

"What's Zag going to do?" Aphrodite blinks. "He can't even-"

She cuts herself off and Artemis knows she's thinking through the first part, coming to the obvious conclusion and rejecting it out of hand.

"Artemis?"

They both turn and Zagreus is standing there. Not as image or projection like he was the last time they met face to face, but solidly beside her in the flesh.

He grimaces in pain and raises a hand to his side before straightening and forcing his arm down. Whatever it is that keeps him in his father's realm still has some hold on him, it seems.

"I'm kind of in the middle of something," he says. There's blood on his teeth. There wasn't any a couple seconds ago. "Oh, hi Aphrodite. Er. Please don't tell anyone."

"It's you?" Aphrodite demands. "You?"

"I am me," he agrees.

Artemis would beat him if they had the time for it. "Can you help them? This village will die. Word of you hasn't reached them and your temples are too far to travel too even if they had."

He grins it's all red. His blood drips down his chin. "It's not going to be pretty."

Artemis has never thought about how exactly the god of life and blood spreads his blessings. She thinks she's regretting that now.

"Pretty's my domain anyway," Aphrodite snaps. "Help them."

Zagreus moves too quickly for Artemis to stop. He grabs her spear and slices down his chest and then there's blood everywhere, pouring out of him, more than should be in any one body.

Aphrodite screams and Artemis wrenches the spear away, horrified. "This is celestial silver! You can't - even gods can't heal from it!"

"Death heals all wounds," he says and there's blood down his chin, spilling out his mouth with his every breath.

Then he's running.

They talk off after him and it's easy to follow his trail, the deluge blood and smell of copper filling her nose as they chase him.

Zagreus is mad. When she wasn't looking he went insane and now she's killed him.

They have to slow him down, have to get him to Hermes. It should be easy, they're goddesses and he's dying, but he stays fast enough to stay just out of their grasps.

He's lose a body's worth of blood a dozen times over and yet still more flows.

He finally trips and falls, giving gurgling breathes.

"Zagreus!" she shouts as she and Aphrodite fall into the snow beside him. "Zagreus, hold on, it's going to be okay."

He laughs and pats her cheek. He's too pale. "Relax. I die all the time."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Aphrodite demands, trying to put her hands over the wound but it's too long to stem.

Zagreus doesn't answer.

His body goes slack and it takes Artemis several seconds to realize the person screaming is her.

Aphrodite is sitting there shell shocked and bewildered and then Zagreus's body sinks into the earth, not even reacting to Artemis's attempts to hold on.

"Oh."

She looks up and Aphrodite is looking behind them. Artemis slowly follows her gaze.

Every place blood touched the ground, there now grows bushes of bright purple berries, more vibrant than any fruit she's seen grow that shade. They grow thick and fat on every branch and if there anything like the other food in Prince's gardens, it will keep them alive and they'll be able to grow more themselves.

If they're willing to sacrifice the blood.

The next time Artemis sees Zagreus, she's going to kill him.

#prompt answers #prompts are closed #asks #cherryblossomshadow #hades game

[enkvyu]

ENOUGHHHH with the spiderman!jujutsu kaisen angst☹️☹️ spiderman!jjk with blackcat!reader when🙏🙏

i was gonna write a 4k oneshot for this but it was taking too long SO take this super short drabble (?) instead. i'll post the oneshot in a few days if i can finish it in time. thanks for the ask it was sm fun to write !!

6:26pm — getou suguru ;

you knock on the big red door in front of you, and dread the moment it opens. the rain slides down your costume and you rub a hand over your arms, cold.

everything felt odd. never in a million years did you ever imagine yourself waiting outside this suburban home, still in your supervillain attire, acting less like a feisty cat and more like a soggy stray. the comparison is enough to make you grimace. you can feel the usual flame of determination and confidence whimper under the crying skies and you think nothing could make this worse.

unfortunately for you, the person you least wanted to see in this moment opens the door, and their mouth drops open when they see you there, latex black costume still adorned, mask still on, water soaking you down to your bones.

"it isn't good to stare, spiderman." you manage to smirk.

getou closes his mouth with effort and sighs, turning to the side to let you in. he glances side to side, but there would be no one out in the streets at two in the morning. "black cat, just because you found out who i am doesn't mean you can use my place to crash."

you step in and the warmth of a home cuts you deeper than the cold. still, you shake it off along with your hair, combing through knots with your hand and claws. "don't you think you can cut a poor, little kitty like me some slack? where's your sympathy?"

"where's your tact?" getou shoots back, closing the door and reaching over his couch to grab a sweater. he throws it at you. "here, wear this. i don't need my roommate to find out that i'm harbouring a criminal."

you gladly put it in, taking off your whip and placing it on his coffee table. you go to make yourself comfortable when you find him staring at you. "cat got your tongue? they're lying, you know, flattery can definitely get you places. especially with me."

"when are you going to take off your mask?” he asks instead. “you already know who i am.”

"you shouldn’t ask a girl her secrets."

getou blanches. "you're literally in my living room. i'll throw you out on the streets if you keep acting tough especially since you're in no position to be doing that." he walks over to you and you have to force yourself not to flinch when he starts adjusting his sweater on you, the material already damping.

neither of you mention it.

"i was betrayed."

geotu doesn't say anything, just hums to let you know he's listening.

"it was meant to be a simple mission on a yacht. who knew men had more bones than the one in their dicks. i didn't expect any of them to have a backbone but the next thing i knew, i was in the ocean, my loot taken from me."

"so now you're here." getou sums up.

you shrug. "now i'm here."

"but why are you here, is my question."

"i'm just a stray cat now, no place to go no home to call her own. i thought perhaps visiting an older lover would get me going again." you smile up at him, hoping that he’ll take the bait.

he stops his tidying hands that had long finished its purpose and looks at you. "you’re soaked to the bone. do you want to take a shower?"

you think he's getting too good deflecting you, too good at treating you like you weren't black cat. did he think you were a joke, a pathetic, pale reflection of your usual persona just because you had sought him out for help? if there was anything you hated, it was being treated like you were fragile and broken.

you push him in the chest, tucking your feet behind his so he falls hard on his back. you lean over him, hair tumbling over your shoulder and tickling the side of his face. "is that an invitation?" you purr, running your fingers down his chest slowly.

there's a red that's creeping up his face and you think you've won when his hand reaches up and grabs yours, halting its movement. "i'm not in costume right now." he responds and you tilt your head at his random words. "i'm not spiderman right now. you don't have to force yourself to act a certain way."

you freeze before shaking off his grip. it falls away easily, but his gaze is as steady as ever. "playing hard to get?"

"black cat." he says.

"i'm not acting. this is how i usually am."

he frowns as you fidget with the neckline of his shirt. "would you tell me if we were still together?"

you look up at him. "you are so good at saying the worst things possible. you could have said anything in this situation and that's what you came up with?"

he blinks and glances away awkwardly. "it was just a thought."

"maybe it's better that we're over. you don't even know who i am underneath this mask."

getou traces the edges of it and you let him, feeling the familiar caress, the familiar scratch of his callouses that remind you he is just like you, another person hiding under a mask, another person juggling an ordinary persona and the responsibility of great power.

one of his fingers tucks underneath the black material before pausing. "can i?"

for a second, you almost let him do it, heart leaping to your throat.

a single droplet that had been clinging to the front bangs of your hair, falls, and slides down on the space between your eyes before splashing on his cheek. the sight is enough to bring you to your senses.

you interlace his hand on your cheek and drag it away, holding it still against the floor beside his head. his face falls and he gives you a slight smile, like he expected it.

"that's a no, spiderman."

getou looks at you and it's the type of look he gets when he says the wrong thing at the wrong time. "it wasn't you, it was me."

"oh god, spider, you do not get to say that corny shit to me."

"but it was me." he says. "i couldn't make it right between us because of the hero thing and well, you're not exactly the best person to have as a hero, but i still want the best for you, i hope you know. like, i still think about you sometimes and i wonder if you're doing well and, god i'm doing it again aren't i."

"yeah you are."

"but your breathing is getting choppy."

"so is yours."

"oh god."

he doesn't lean in and you don't either. instead, you keep playing with his sweater, hoping that the atmosphere will lighten and return to something comfortable. keep him on his toes, keep him red and hanging off your every word, keep him trailing after you. it was never supposed to turn on you like this.

but getou knows better. he doesn't even tense under your trailing finger and you think, "that's no fun" but you would be lying if you said that was your only thought. he doesn't give you the reaction you want, so eventually you stop and sink into his chest. he wraps his arms around you and it feels so natural, so familiar that you could almost sob.

but even you wouldn't risk such a big loss to your image, so you stay quiet.

"i'm taken now, you know." getou clears his throat awkwardly, and you feel the rumble under you. "so don't think this is anything."

you laugh in his embrace. "just friends."

"right. just friends."

i know this didn't have any of the black cat x spiderman dynamic, for one black cat (you 🫵) is literally going through it but that's because i sped wrote this 😭 the oneshot i'll post later this week (?) will have the usual banter but w gojo intead, i just got hit with some severe writer's block and thought hey what's super easy to write : angst !!

#( 🗒️ ) — requests #zealouswonderz #getou x reader #getou x you #getou suguru #getou angst #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk getou #getou fluff #getou drabble #getou imagine #getou suguru x reader

[foxes-that-run]

Falling

Falling depicts depression so well. I love it so much, this performance, the music video, his voice, everything. It breaks my Haylor heart but I love it.

While Fine Line is the decision point to step over the line of friendship, Falling is the aftermath of doing so. It is 'chase 2 girls loose the 1'. Cruel Summer was written in the same period with a similar meaning.

To me, the narrative order would be: Sunflower Vol 6 / DBTC/ Golden > Fine Line > Cherry > Falling (& Cruel Summer) > To be so Lonely (& Afterglow). The Fine Line album order is more hopeful though.

Lyrics

[Verse 1] I'm in my bed And you're not here And there's no one to blame but the drink in my wandering hands Forget what I said It's not what I meant And I can't take it back, I can't unpack the baggage you left

I love the imagery in the opening verse, it's a clear reference to a similar time in From the Dining Table, but more mature. Like FTDT, it’s about Harry and his own self-reflection and regret.

Taylor has also referenced baggage in Renegade for Big Red Machine "Get your shit together / So I can love you? (carry your baggage up my street / And make me your future history)"

[Chorus] What am I now? What am I now? What if I'm someone I don't want around? I'm falling again, I'm falling again, I'm fallin' What if I'm down? What if I'm out? What if I'm someone you won't talk about? I'm falling again, I'm falling again, I'm fallin'

To Zane Lowe Harry said he wrote it in a towel in "20" minutes. When talking about Cherry Harry said he could see him becoming someone he didn't want to be. Falling is such a vulnerable song. Harry said the highs and lows of writing Fine Line were the highest and lowest of his life. He was certainly really feeling his emotions during the Live on Tour shows that year and spoke about therapy in interviews about them.

"What if I'm someone you won't talk about" hits me, this sounds like TS, she doesn't talk about him, but they constantly sing about each other. I think there have been times this relationship has been just as muses, rather than actual partners. When I hear this line I think he is scared of losing that because they were the later.

[Verse 2] You said you cared, and you missed me too And I'm well aware I write too many songs about you And the coffee's out at the Beachwood Cafe And it kills me 'cause I know we've run out of things we can say

The 'too many songs about you' line is clearly directed to TS. In Little Freak, later that year, he said "Somehow, you've become some paranoia", HS was asked about TS constantly for years, they hid any interaction then both wrote most of Lover and Fine Line about each other. I think they were struggling with more mature lives, careers and how each other fits in.

The coffee is out at the Beachwood Cafe is a way to say the happy life once shared is now depleted and gone. Taylor also likens the end of a relationship to a drought in Clean, where she "The drought was the very worst / When the flowers that we'd grown together died of thirst". Clean goes on to have imagery of rain pouring in which the Falling music video uses.

'And kills me because we've run out of things to say' reminds me of the theme of not communicating and line in Two Ghosts "Tongue-tied like we've never known / Telling those stories we already told/ 'Cause we don't say what we really mean"

[Bridge] And I get the feeling that you'll never need me again

The heart breaking bridge is a deep fear that his muse will never need him again because they are were in a long term relationship.

While in Cherry Harry has a begrudging, somewhat petty acceptance that CR had moved on. His relationship with TS is more complicated, even apart they sing of being fated so it's temporary, Falling is the fear of when it is not:

OOTW " We were built to fall apart/ Then fall back together (back together)

HYGTG "Broke your heart, I'll put it back together / I would wait for ever and ever (I want you for ever and ever)"

Suburban Legends " When you told me we'd get back together / And you kissed me in a way that's gonna screw me up forever"

Someday (Michael Buble) "We could be in love once more / Till then I won't give my love away / Darling, I'm forever only yours"

Golden "Hold it, focus, hoping / Take me back to the light / I know you were way too bright for me/ I'm hopeless, broken / So you wait for me in the sky"

There is a list of 20 songs here.

Falling and Clean are similar in that they actually consider an end. NTWDT does too, but it's more mad than resigned as in Clean and Falling.

Which is why Cardigan and it's music video is a response to Falling.

#haylor #fine line album #falling #harry styles

[thesoftboiledegg]

OK guys, I have a confession to make today: I am a dudebro. The tech geniuses in my Elon Musk discord sent me here to infiltrate Tumblr. I chug a Toxic Rick energy drink every morning even though it makes my bones rattle and spiders crawl at the edges of my vision. I go to Birdrick threads on Reddit, comment "is rick gay," get two downvotes and leave. Every day, I pray that Rick will say "I'm not arguing, I'm explaining why I'm right" in the show so that I can point at the shirt that I'm wearing with the same phrase on it and say "Haha, it's official now! You to want hear me say it out loud? Huh? You want me to throw that badassery right in your face? Fuck up my McDonald's order one more time, and it's coming at you!" Do it, Rick. Do it for me.

I've jacked it to Rick a few times, but I only did that because it was funny. In fact, it was funnier than everything in seasons 4-6 combined. I think that Rick and Morty has been the worst shit on TV since season three, but I haven't stopped watching it. Instead, I watch every new episode and make rage-fueled videos in my $1,000 gaming chair. This week's topic: Rick and Morty has gone woke. What was up with that joke in season five about the cops being racist? The cops aren't racist! They kill ALL races equally, Jesus Christ.

Anyway, back to Birdrick: I KNOW that Birdrick is platonic because I tell my male friends that I love them all the time. That's not romantic. In fact, I say it while looking directly into their eyes, thinking about all the great times that we had together, thinking that they should leave their bitch of a girlfriend because I know more about Rick and Morty than she ever will. I think about how hilarious it would be if we went on a long vacation and shared a hammock and watched the sun set, the light glittering on the waves as insects start to hum in the grass. Haha, it's all a joke, bro.

Once, I was DJing in a club and trying to figure out how to play Kanye West's entire discography at once when a guy handed me an acid tab with Morty's screaming face on it. I flew off into outer space and floated around until Rick picked me up in his ship. We made out for a while so that he could teach me how to make out with all the hot alien babies on Neptune. Of course, I already know how to make out with babes because I kissed a chick wearing a Rick and Morty hoodie once. She was clearly shit at it because I didn't enjoy it, and I should have known better because girls, queers and Tumblrinas don't actually like Rick and Morty. They just pretend to like it because they want male attention.

Oh, I'm sorry--CIS male attention. Is that woke enough for you? And by the way, libsharts: Rick is a CIS MALE. I would know because he runs around naked in every other episode, and I made a compilation of every scene for hard evidence. Cry about it all you want, but you're not going to win this debate. No one's looked at Rick Sanchez naked more than me!

Anyhoo, Rick called out the woke crowd in the season one classic "Raising Gazorpazorp," which brilliantly deconstructs feminazi bullshit, especially Rick's speech at the end. Something about Rick's voice really sells it. Something about the way it's so gravely but familiar at the same time, like rain hitting a tin roof while we're sipping iced tea on the porch. Do you ever feel like you're only going out with girls because all your bros are doing it?

HAHA uh, Birdrick is a sack of puke and just the thought of it makes me shit rage diarrhea. (Uh oh, was that too CRUDE for the purity police? Well, get used to it, because I have to.) If I ever see a Bird Person cosplayer on the streets of LA, I'm going to hit him with my Tesla, killing him instantly. I'm hoping that it might explode a little bit for maximum damage. In fact, I'm just going to program my Tesla to hit every pedestrian that resembles a human-sized bird. It's in Elon Musk's genius hands now!

So what the fuck has happened to Rick and Morty? That show was great before they hired women writers. I'm pretty sure that they hired a bunch of queers, too, because only a gay man would come up with that suit and tie he wore in season six. He looked way too good in that outfit. Which one of you homos designed that shit? Jesus Christ, get out of the writers' room and let the straight men take control again. If I ever win a giveaway or something and get to visit the studio, I better be surrounded by men!

Season one was just winner after winner and winner. We need to get back to the original show--the REAL show--where Rick was a cool-headed and rational scientist instead of the weeping "wah wah I'm so sad morty" baby we're stuck with now. I would know because I'm basically the real-life Rick. I say what I want, when I want. Don't like it? Too bad. You just don't want to hear the truth. Rick Sanchez walked so that white men with beards could run...to their Teslas and run over Bird Person cosplayers, killing them instantly.

And Rick USED to tell the truth. Love is a chemical reaction, nothing means anything, existence is pain, marriage is bullshit (ESPECIALLY when you're married to a female), everyone's too politically correct now, it's stupid that we can't call stuff "retarded," "PICKLE RICK!!!!!", focus on science, girls are too sensitive about everything. Wubba lubba dub dub! Shit, what does that mean again? I'm so used to saying that at parties when someone hands me a Rick and Morty bong and I just smoke whatever's in it because that's what Rick would do. I think I smoked oregano a couple of weeks ago. My nostrils have been burning ever since, but I'm sure it's fine. Nothing can kill a man who pounds Toxic Rick energy drinks!

Haha, wouldn't it be funny if I left the last two words off that last sentence? That would be the funniest shit ever. I'm crying with laughter!

People didn't understand Dan Harmon's genius when they whined about the show, and it apparently made him so depressed that he gave up and surrendered to the woke crowd. Christ, I hate the Internet. I only get on here to check Reddit, scroll through Elon Musk's Twitter feed and see if Dan Harmon updated his Instagram. He reminds me of Rick a lot. They're both geniuses, but the major difference with Dan Harmon is that he's got that scraggly beard. It's probably scratchy when you make out with him. I took a bunch of molly at a party once and kissed a guy who looked like a lumberjack because I thought he was a lady lumberjack, and his beard was pretty scratchy. I said "Wow, that's what kissing Dan Harmon is like!" And he said "Want to go back to my place?" And I said "Fuck no, you're not ACTUALLY Dan Harmon." LOL!!!!!!!

Remember when I mentioned McDonald's at the start? I've been in Mickey D's this whole time, and if you're wondering how I had time to type this, it's because the 16-year-old fucktards behind the counter don't know what they're doing. (And yes, I'm getting McNuggets! Haha! #szechaunsauce) Rick wouldn't put up with this shit. Not only is he a badass, but he's got badass friends all over the galaxy who would back him up. I had a dream a month ago where Rick was hanging out with these buff guys that were probably his personal bodyguards. Some weird stuff happened, and when I told my therapist about it, she said "It sounds like you had a dream about Rick having sex with a group of men," and I said "No, I didn't," and she said "You just loudly and audibly said that you had a dream about Rick having sex with a group of men," and I said "Haha, I was manipulating you! I'm a master manipulator like Rick! It was a social experiment! What made you think about gay sex anyway? If I said 'And then Rick got gangbanged by a bunch of dudes' and you immediately thought 'Wow, it sounds like you had a gay sex dream,' that's on you, honey! Hear me? THAT'S ON YOU!!!'"

So, uh...

Let's close this off with a classic: Wubba lubba dub dub! Haha. Anyway, since you Tumblrites love analyzing every frame of every episode because it makes you feel like you "get it" (spoiler alert: you don't), why is this GIF so hypnotic? I've been watching it for twenty minutes and can't figure it out.

Lord have mercy.

#sorry everyone I had to get this off my chest #me #rick and morty #rick sanchez #april fools

[fortheloveofowen]

Luke Patterson College Au

Summary: Just some Luke college! This is more or less if Luke was in college NOW lol IDK if that makes sense, but just pretend it does

Warnings: Man-whore Luke (I eat it up), mentions of sex, mentions of drug use/alcohol use, I'm in love with Luke I'm so delulu

Note: I am literally just working, and I'm bored so typing this on my work computer :) I hope you guys like this one, I've been wanting to make a Luke college au so so badly ;) Also guys I dropped out of college soooo living vicariously through this rn

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Major: Childhood Education

Minor: Music Composition

Was on the hockey team freshman and sophomore year, but quit once his band started getting booked

Can't y'all just see him as the cutest little elementary school music teacher like showing his students his guitar and talking about when he was in a band awww

Luke and Alex definitely have a shared house off-campus and they like throw parties like it's nobody's business

Definitely tried to join Alex's comic book club, but was quickly kicked out because he spilled soda on Reggie's collector's edition of the original Spiderman comics

"Dude, do you know how expensive this was? Like, for real?"

Luke is definitely known as somewhat of a player around campus and pretty much everyone knows who he is. He can usually be found with his tongue down a random girls throat

But, that's what college is about for him duh

He never wanted to go in the first place, but when his parents put that check in his lap to send him to school what else could he do? Especially when his buddy, Bobby, told him about all the hot chicks running around campus

So how do you meet Mr. Luke? Well, you were couped up in the library preparing for this god awful Bio final that has been stressing you to the point of pulling your hair out when you hear some.... children's laughter???

You look to the main double-door entrance and see a gaggle of children that can't be more than 5 or 6 years old barreling through the doors

And what shocked you most was... Luke Patterson leading this wild pack of children into the building??? I guess you had just never taken interest in what his major is or really anything about him, so you couldn't be too sure what his intentions were

A quiet Luke puts up a finger to his lips and begins counting down from 10, attempting to shush the kids he was directing

"Hey guys, can we quiet down please, we can't be too loud in the library! shhhhh"

And you're like is he soft? and good with kids? Definitely not soft (or so you think right now hehe), but he is great with kids

The kids are shuffling around the library, giggling at the pages in the anatomy books while Luke sits at a nearby table

"Are they bothering you? I knew it was a bad idea to bring them here, but I-I-It's about to rain... had no idea where else to take them..."

And you're just like huh? Because one, why is he talking to you, and two, this is not the same douchebag player you thought you knew. But, you end up telling him that they're fine and you continued studying until your roommate, Julie, asked if you wanted to meet up for dinner

You don't end up seeing Luke for a while after the first meet, and you had long let him disappear from your thoughts

That is until your friend Flynn decides to drag you to a party to "celebrate" finals being over (Even though you'd rather be couped up in your room rewatching Scooby Doo if you were being honest)

The house wasn't anything too crazy, donned with LED lights and some old beer cans strewn across the porch

You had been drinking with Flynn for a while, the fresh smell of marijuana and vomit stinging your nose as you waltzed around the house

Your bladder quickly caught up with you, though, as you excused yourself from Flynn for a second to find a pisser because you know you can't hold your pee while you're drunk

So, you're bobbing around sticking your head into pretty much every single room when you finally come across a door at the end of the hallway

You turn the door handle, astonished to find it unlocked, but you let yourself in and...

There's Luke... hands under a tiny blonde girl's shirt as he kissed up and down her neck

"Oh my god, I can... I am so sorry let me just go!"

You shout almost too eager as you swiftly slam the door and make your way back downstairs, ready to tell Flynn the shit you just walked into

But, alas, your friend is sitting on the couch with Reggie, one of Luke's closest friends, you've come to find out so you averted your attention to the kitchen

It was quiet in here, other than the small bits of banter going on around you in the almost empty kitchen

You stared into your cup of whatever concoction Flynn had made you when you're startled by a sudden presence to your left

"Hey, you're the girl from the library right? Sorry about uhhh... the bathroom sitch.... just doing my civil duty haha"

Luke slurred out as he hoisted himself onto the kitchen counter beside you

You nod your head, not really trying to engage with his "type"

"You wanna dance? Everyone else here is so boring..."

You and Luke head out to the living where masses of people were dancing along to whatever rap song was blaring over the speaker

Luke instinctively holds you by the waist as you sway the entire night, especially when you sway to his bedroom and then to his bed and then.... you get the picture

And Luke took care of you that night, kissing your shoulders, looking into your eyes as he kissed up your stomach bro omg I am getting ahead of myself

But, anyways, you wake up and immediately feel TONED HANDSOME arms around your waist and you're like??? because this is definitely not your bed and who is this man?

Your eyes peak out over the covers and you have the biggest "oh fuck" moment of your life because YOU JUST SLEPT WITH LUKE PATTERSON

So, without thinking you swiftly jump up out of bed and search around his room for your clothes, but not before you're interrupted by a groan and a yawn coming from the bed

"Shit..."

You mutter under your breath as Luke peers at you through hooded lids

When did he become so beautiful and why the hell hadn't you realized until now??

"Good morning to you too... You're leaving already? Didn't enjoy the show?"

He wiggles his eyebrows at you are you're like oh... my... god I gotta get out of here so you scurry off without much of a goodbye, but not before Luke puts his number into your phone

This goes on for a while, you sneaking over to his house, sleeping in his bed, waking up in his arms, and then spending the morning talking and eating breakfast. But, no lovely-dovey shit... ever

It had become somewhat of a routine, but for Luke, this wasn't normal

He'd sleep with a girl a few times, but then ditch her before things could get too serious

But now he's got himself a drawer of your clothes, and your smile embedded in his brain

So you're over this one time and you both had woken up rather sleepy due to the events of the prior night hehehehe

And Luke is just staring at you so lovingly and it was different than any way he had looked at you before

And he just instinctively wraps you in his arms and spoons you

You're like

"Luke, didn't we say that cuddling was off the table if we're awake? We're not like together, remember?"

And he freezes and is like

"We're together. We sleep together, we spend the mornings together, we are quite literally the definition of together..."

Aww he just chews on his thumb and looks up at you through his eyelashes and just kisses you

You and Luke are the couple that literally everyone is digusted with

He constantly needs to be touching you and will literally wait outside your classes so he can flash you that geeky smile and chuckle while holding out some food or coffee

He just wants to take care of you in all ways possible

Finally lets you come to one of his band practices and everyone is like

"Wow you're significant other is so cool, Luke!"

And he just gets antsy and is like yeah I know now leave them alone before I get jealous hehehe

Such a jealous boyfriend and sometimes you have to remind him how much you love him and he can get really insecure but he finds that comfort in you

Practically thinks you are gold and literally nothing in this world could compare to you

𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩

Alrighty y'all that is it for now, but I hope you likeeee

#alex mercer #jatp #jatp imagines #julie and the phantoms #julie and the phantoms imagines #luke patterson #luke patterson imagines #reggie peters

[fourtyfourcatss]

Hi! Hi! I saw your message about the inbox that you had requested and am willing to do the matchups! For my fandom, I would like a Demon Slayer and Percy Jackson matchup just like how you requested. Let’s start with the basic:

Personality: I am an INTJ Slytherclaw, Aquarius and a Type 6 when it comes to anagrams. I am a huge overthinker and stress a lot with anxiety. People tell me that I can be blunt which results in people thinking that I can be cold but in reality I try to be a kind person when it is needed. I am a realist and many consider me to be intelligent, often asking me to help with their work. I’m incredibly passionate about things I like to do and have a thirst to know everyone’s opinions as I feel that if someone is left out. I’m a creative person but sometimes my brain just goes blank, I hate when it does. I sometimes follow the rules and can be serious if I wish to be but normally I like to goof off and break rules, adrenaline rushing through my body is just a different feeling I can’t explain. I have a really dry sense of humour that usually is a mix of sarcasm, fandom jokes or self degrading jokes. I’m not that good at describing personality but here are a few kins if it is helpful : Navier, Mikasa, Regulus Black, Annabeth, Shinobu, Shoko ( Jjk), Geto etc.

Looks: I’m slightly chubby and have a pear body shape. Upon seeing me, many people point out my eyes which are hazel with slight flecks of many colours such as green and amber being the prominent ones. I have a button nose and thin heart shaped lips. My face is round and my eye shape is almond. I am approximately 5’3. Two small moles are fixated on my right cheek and underneath my lip. My clothing style tends to be anything comfortable and classy. I prefer to wear black and colours that are darker, you will never find me wearing orange or neon colours. My clothing always consists of a dress of some sort. 

Likes: Chocolate, Anime, Reading, Drawing, Strawberries, Smell of Rain, Sleeping, Being the Best, Baking, Daydreaming, Murder Mysteries, Romance , Name hunting, Pinterest and Flower Languages.

Dislike: Loud noises, Jerks, Slow Walkers, Insects, Studying, Fake People, Self-pity, Getting below 90% in a test, Coffee, Snow and the feeling where your brain is blank and can’t tell what you feel like.

Love Language: Physical Touch and Quality Time

I hope this is enough information and I am soon starting your matchup too.

-> giyuu tomioka

✤ “stay a bit longer” running in the rain together, umbrella in hand, forgetting about the weather, too consumed in the sweetness of each other’s company.

✤ have you realized how bright a person you are? not only that; your values, how your eyes are when the sun lights them — giyu is lightly attracted by your first appearance in his eyes. the other hashiras saw his noticeable interest lingering on you - he was a pretty obvious guy contrary to his own exterior.

✤ you’re going to have to be the one to break his shell, and break it you do. its the type of love that builds up with time on sturdy foundations; charming him with little actions.

✤ how is your relationship? calm, but exciting. is that a contraction? perhaps. i’d expect the two of you to someday meet at the same place over and over again, basking in each other’s presence. it would be a sunset during late spring where the wind is still warm, and holding hands despite that.

✤ here is the thing; he isnt into physical touch at all. but then you grew on him. have fun dragging this giant teddy bear around now. hes so attention and touch starved he’ll be clinging to you whenever you allow him to.

✤ leaning down to land a kiss on your temple. sleeping in bed together. you’re watching shows: he’s watching you.

✤ well, you do anything and he’s sort of watching you. he’s just curious what you’re doing all the time.

✤ honestly he just likes everything you do girl 🙏🙏 down tremendously bad. he’s the type to fall first, then you fall, then he falls even harder. what a loser /j

✤ 10/10 comfortable and healthy relationship

ok its not because you kin annabeth. you actually seem cute together.

✤ to be fair, you already know how he is in love. here’s whats different: your dynamics with each other

✤ bickering. like, good bickering. no shade on the novel, but its, its really bland sometimes. HoO threw romantic quality of relationships out the roof. the loyalty is shown, sure. but you have the superior dynamic.

✤ overthinker x overly dramatic. elusive, inner chaotic x smartass. percy is eccentric, like off the walls sometimes, and you seem like that one person who gets a critical hit by his personality and grow a Weakness to his presence

#percy jackson matchup #demon slayer matchup

[gleesongtournament]

Round 3 has finally come to a close. As usual I'll be taking a short break to get the next round ready, and will post the schedule a few days before it's set to start

But! Please enjoy the following playlist of all the round 3 winners aka the fan favorite Glee songs! Chosen by voters like you ♥️

Season 1 - 20 songs Season 2 - 34 songs Season 3 - 30 songs Season 4 - 22 songs Season 5 - 15 songs Season 6 - 7 songs

Full track list under the cut!

Don't Stop Believin (Pilot)

Bust Your Windows

Somebody To Love (s1)

It's My Life/Confessions

Halo/Walking On Sunshine

Hate On Me

Keep Holding On (s1)

Lean On Me

And I Am Telling You

Don’t Rain On My Parade (Rachel)

Express Yourself

4 Minutes

Run Joey Run

Jessie's Girl

The Boy Is Mine

Rose's Turn

Dream On

Another One Bites The Dust

Bad Romance

To Sir With Love

Empire State Of Mind

Me Against The Music

Lucky

Happy Days Are Here Again/Get Happy

Sweet Transvestite

Time Warp

Teenage Dream (s2)

Start Me Up/Livin On A Prayer

Stop In The Name Of Love/Free Your Mind

Forget You

Valerie (s2)

Dog Days Are Over

Baby It's Cold Outside

Bills Bills Bills

Thriller/Heads Will Roll

Silly Love Songs

Take Me Or Leave Me

Don't You Want Me

Blame It

Tik Tok

Landslide

Misery

Blackbird

Raise Your Glass (s2)

Loser Like Me (s2)

Ain't No Way

I Feel Pretty/Unpretty

Somewhere Only We Know

As If We Never Said Goodbye

Born This Way

Songbird

Go Your Own Way

I'm Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How To Dance With You

For Good

It's Not Unusual

You Can't Stop The Beat

I'm The Greatest Star (Kurt)

Something's Coming

It's All Over

Last Friday Night

Candyman

Uptown Girl

A Boy Like That

Hit Me With Your Best Shot/One Way Or Another

Rumor Has It/Someone Like You

Survivor/I Will Survive

ABC

We Are Young

We Found Love

Smooth Criminal

Never Can Say Goodbye

L O V E

I Will Always Love You

Love Shack

Cough Syrup

What Doesn't Kill You (Stronger)

Somebody That I Used To Know

Disco Inferno

How Will I Know

So Emotional

It’s Not Right But It’s Okay

Not The Boy Next Door

Shake It Out

Paradise By The Dashboard Light

New York State Of Mind

Crazy/U Drive Me Crazy

Barely Breathing

Don't Speak

Mine

Blow Me One Last Kiss

Hopelessly Devoted To You

Beauty School Drop Out

There Are Worse Things I Could Do

Holding Out For A Hero

Some Nights

Being Alive

Don't Dream It's Over

White Christmas

Don't Stop Me Now

Hung Up

Girl On Fire

Old Time Rock & Roll/Danger Zone

Come What May

I Still Believe/Super Bass

Superstition

For Once In My Life

Got To Get You Into My Life

Hey Jude

Seasons Of Love

I'll Stand By You (s5)

If I Die Young

Marry The Night

If I Were A Boy

I Believe In A Thing Called Love

Brave

Gloria

More Than A Feeling

I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For

You Make Me Feel So Young

Best Day Of My Life

I Want To Know What Love Is

Tightrope

Home (s6)

It's Too Late

Hand In My Pocket/I Feel The Earth Move

Somebody Loves You

Take Me To Church

I Lived

#glee #glee song tournament #spotify #glee playlists #playlists #spotify playlist #mine #my playlists #Spotify

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 67. brb x oc

a/n: DADDY IS HOME!!! DADD Y IS H O MEEE. A bit short because it's been raining and I wanted to post before the connection went caput 8)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: fluff FLUFF

goodness gracious (pls read this one to know more what this fic is about!!)

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-

Nicole was one of the cutest babies around and she wasn’t saying that because she was her daughter, but because some of the other wives and husbands that were at the base said so. There was something about those jade colored eyes and cherub like cheeks, her hair pulled up into two full pigtails atop of her head making her look like a little doll.

She was looking around the base by whipping her head back and forth, now that she could hold it up it opened a whole realm of possibilities for her. Beatrice just smiled, kissing her head as she adjusted the hold on Nicole. While she did bring her stroller, she chose to carry Nicole inside just so Rooster could see her.

“Are you excited to see daddy?” Beatrice asks, bouncing her little girl, “Yaaay,daddy is coming home!” Nicole just babbles something and gurgles a laugh, “Yeah,I know,honey.”

Thankfully the sun wasn’t so painfully hot that day which meant she put some sunscreen on Nicole and had a hat in case there was need for more protection in her back pocket and she could look around without her sunglasses. She didn’t seem to notice the woman looking over at her until she stepped closer, “Hi,” Beatrice blinked in the woman’s direction, “I remember you, Beatrice,right?”

“...yes,that’s me.”

“Oh,I’m sorry,I’m Lydia.” the woman smiles, then looks down at the little boy next to her, “And this is Tommy.” the boy squeaked out a shy ‘hello’ “I’m sorry if this seems random but I remember you from…a few years back? You are Rooster’s wife,right?”

She didn’t want to flinch at the casual way she said her husband’s callsign but she remembered that it was possible this woman’s partner knew Rooster, “Yeah,I am.”

“And who is this?” Nicole just blinks at her, “Your baby girl?”

“Ah,yeah, this is Nicole.” Beatrice smiles, swiping some strands of hair away from her daughter’s face, “She’s our daughter.”

“She’s really cute.” Lydia says, “I’m waiting for my husband, Thomas. He and Rooster know each other.”

“Ah I see,” Rooster never mentioned Thomas before and Beatrice kept that in the back of her mind for now, “You can stay here if you want, if it helps you–”

“No,no! No,I just wanted to greet you and compliment your baby girl.” a hand touches Beatrice’s arm, “Congratulations.”

Beatrice could only watch the woman walk away, furrowing her brows at this strange interaction with a woman that somehow knew her name and whose husband knew Bradley but he never told her about him, “...weird.” she mutters, looking down at Nikki and seeing her stinky eye expression to the woman who just walked away, “Nikki,you are being too obvious.” she laughs, gently brushing her thumb over her furrowed brows, booping her nose after she was done just so her daughter smiled.

“Now we wait for daddy.” she explains, “And auntie Phoenix and uncle Payback too.”

Nicole babbles something in response, but leans back against Beatrice’s arm as they wait for Rooster. Her mother fixes the flowery shirt she put on Nicole with a small grin, proud of the outfit she chose and waiting excitedly for Rooster to finally see their daughter.

It doesn’t take too long for the roar of engines to echo in the sky, the noise not even fazing Nicole who just looked up with interest instead of crying in surprise. While it wasn’t loud, it was amazing to see how unafraid Nicole was of outside noise, she was just curious.

So they waited for a little bit, Beatrice bouncing Nicole in her arms while humming Shot in the Dark by Ozzy Osborne, another song that Nicole heard while inside Beatrice and now was considered her own heavy metal lullaby.

Nicole’s green eyes moved about a bit, several pilots were making their way over to their families, - including Thomas who just approached Lydia and gave her a kiss, but Beatrice still couldn’t say how he knew Rooster - and two of them caught Beatrice's attention.

Payback noticed Nicole first and laughed, “Oh my God, that’s so cute!” he makes his way over with Phoenix not far behind, “Hi Nikki! I love your outfit! You look so nice!” Nicole smiled up at him, reaching for his finger as he held up to her face, “Rooster is going to love it,Bea.”

‘Thank you,” the brunette says, “Is he far behind?”

Phoenix looks past her shoulder to where the young Bradshaw was, “No, he’ll be here in a jiffy.” she said, cooing at Nicole for a few more seconds, “But we gotta go too, nice to see you Bea!”

“Nice seeing you guys too!” she calls, hugging them goodbye and watching them until they disappear from her vision. Beatrice looks forward again and this time, she sees a very tall and handsome pilot in the distance.

He is checking something in his suit, his head is bowed so he hadn’t seen her yet but Beatrice took all that time to admire her husband in all of his over 6” glory. Beatrice bit her lower lip, trying to keep herself from moving and running over to him or else she’d ruin the surprise, “Look Nikki.” she whispers, lifting her baby just a bit, “It’s daddy!”

Nicole looks ahead, eyes moving a bit as she tries to find what Beatrice was talking about. It takes a few seconds but Nicole eventually sees her father and once she does, she starts babbling loudly, wriggling a bit on Beatrice’s arms and even trying to reach the distant image of Rooster, “I know,honey! Yeah it’s daddy! He’s home!”

He is home.

She closed her eyes, thanking whoever was responsible for bringing him home safely in her mind, her shoulders relaxing with a small smile spreading over her lips, “Finally.”

After a while, Rooster finally looks up when he hears the constant and repetitive blabber coming from a baby. Since most of the kids around were older, it was easy to pinpoint that the talkative one was nicole. 

So he looks up, sees Beatrice and a smiling Nicole in her arms…and his eyes narrow. “What the?” he is too far to see it right so he speeds his steps to get closer. And the closer he gets, the sharper his vision is and he finally can figure out what he sees, “Oh my God.” he couldn’t help but laugh, and when he laughs he throws his head back and then had to hold himself up by putting his hands on his knees with the constant chuckling.

Beatrice is close enough that he can hear her own giggles, “Did you like it?”

“Oh…fuck…” he snorts, standing upright to wipe his eyes under the sunglasses, looking back to where they were so he could walk up to them, “This is the greatest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Because Nicole was wearing an outfit almost identical to Rooster’s.

With a white tee, a tiny Hawaiian shirt - with coconut trees and in the same shade of yellow from one of his favorite ones - and jeans shorts. Nicole gurgled a laugh, a high pitched noise coming out of her throat as her father got closer, “What’s this,missy?” he playfully scolds her, dropping his bag and propping his hands on his hips,”What’s this? I thought I was the fashionable one in the family.”

Nicole giggled again, reaching out for him and he couldn’t stop himself from picking her up, “Oh you look so cute.” he coos, kissing her cheeks once he’s holding her, “You are so precious, oh my gosh, yes you are!” Nicole touches his face, running her small hands over his mustache  and then reaches for his sunglasses, “What? You want them, Birdie?” he wastes no time in putting them over her own eyes.

Nicole stills, the glasses are crooked and he has to hold them with one hand because they were adult size after all. Nicole just makes a noise again, touching the lens almost trying to adjust them over her eyes as Rooster smiles down at her, “This is so cute,” he says, pinching the colorful fabric of her outershirt, “She wears it well.”

“She got it from her daddy.”

Rooster snorts, looking up to meet Beatrice’s smiling face, approaching her to kiss her lips briefly. He breaks the kiss but keeps his lips above hers, “Hi.”

“Hi.” 

“You look really good as well.”

Beatrice laughs against his mouth, kissing him again as Nicole keeps her hands occupied with the sunglasses, not paying attention to what’s happening around her, “I wanted to surprise you.” she whispers, “And I know you love this dress.”

It was the white summer dress with the small yellow flowers from Phoenix’s barbecue, that dress that just made him almost drop to his knees and stay there because of how cute she looked, “I do love it.” he replies, “Even more when you wear it.” he steps back just to check on their daughter who had now grabbed the sunglasses’ legs and was trying to bite the ends, “No,no, Nikki. No biting.” she makes a sound of displeasure when he grabs the sunglasses again, “How did you pull this off?”

“Hm?”

“What do you mean, hm? This,” he gestures to their daughter’s outfit, “How did you pull this off?”

“Well,” she drawls, walking alongside him as he keeps Nicole tucked into one arm and the other leans down to pick up his back, settling the strap on his shoulder, “I just had to check the tag in your shirt…then I asked for a similar shirt and took to Marcus who was kind enough to make that for Nicole.”

That makes sense.

Rooster just looked down at Nicole who was trying to get the sunglasses again, he just leaned his head down to kiss her cheek one more time, earning a giggle from their daughter “I love it,” he says, “She looks great like this.”

“I thought you’d like the surprise.”

“I do.” he smiles, kissing Beatrice’s head this time, “I gotta change though, can you wait for me?”

“Always.”

Rooster’s heart shuddered over that simple sentence, gently handing Nicole over to her mother, “Good,” he says, cupping her chin to kiss her one more time, “I’ll be right back, you won’t even miss me too much.” he winks at her, backing away from his girls to change while Beatrice smiled, watching him walk away and fighting hard to not drop her eyes to the perfect way that suit hugged his ass.

“No,” she chastises herself, “There’s still time…when we get home.” she whispers to herself, thanking that it was her day off and she wouldn’t have to worry about doing anything in a hurry once they left the base. Nicole tilted her head to see where her father went, letting out a gentle cry when he was nowhere to be found, “Baby, no it’s okay, he’ll be back soon.” Bea says, kissing her soft brown locks and shushing her the best she could, “And then we’ll go home.”

Nicole just hums, still looking to where Rooster went with her big green eyes wide and focused on the very spot he disappeared. Beatrice chuckles down at Nikki, leaning to kiss her soft cheek just like Rooster did as they waited.

Lydia and Thomas walked out of the base, the woman waving at her and Bea waved back, still confused as to how they knew Rooster when he never mentioned them before.

Beatrice watched them disappear in a black car, eyebrows still furrowed and Nicole giving them the stinky eye, only looking away when she feels his lips on the side of her neck “Hmmm, you are smelling so good,” he coos, spinning the car keys on his index finger, “Did you bring the foldable car seat?”

“I did,” she nods to her bag, “The other one was in the jeep so,”

“Yeah, come on Nikki! Time to go home!”

-

The drive home was uneventful, she noticed he looked tired and probably just wanted to lie on the bed and nap by the way he was looking. His hand did stay on her bare thigh, rubbing the flesh up and down as he drove, their chatting only staying within the realm of daily occurrences from both their sides.

When they got home,however - and after the dogs cried and greeted him -, Beatrice asked him about Lydia and Thomas and his response was “Who?”

“Lydia and Thomas.” she repeats, changing arms while holding Nikki, “She said her husband knows you.”

The glass with water tilted to his lips and he drank slowly, his eyes moving away in thought and once he was done he let out a “Ah, Anaheim.” he says, “That’s his callsign. I never heard anyone call him Thomas.”

Oh that makes sense, “Ah, okay…it’s just, well,I never saw him at the bar.”

“You wouldn't, he’s a bit…” he chooses his words carefully, “He doesn’t like drinking or people who drink, which is fine but that also makes him a bit antisocial and not everyone likes him for that.”

“Oh.”

“Or his wife.” he adds, “She…didn’t say anything to you,did she?”

“...no…should I be worried?”

Rooster licked his lips after setting the glass down, “She is…uh…how do I say this, she’s that type of military wife that makes it her personality.” he says while leaning against the counter, “While you are kind,sweet and talented…Lydia is just very intense about her role as a Navy wife and a stay at home mom.”

“She doesn’t seem that bad? She was really nice to me…she did know my name and all.”

“Anaheim probably told her about you because, apparently, I never shut up when it comes to you.” he smirks,crossing his arms over his chest, “And am I to be blamed?”

Beatrice rolled her eyes playfully, walking closer to Rooster when Nicole started blabbering and reaching for him, “No.” she says as her husband picks Nicole up, kissing her soft cheeks soundly over and over just to hear her laughter, “You just never mentioned him before…or anyone else did for that matter.”

With his lips sputtering against Nicole’s cheeks, making their daughter laugh gleefully, he looks back at Beatrice, “Baby, honestly,Thomas is…a cool guy but he just likes other things…I don’t know why exactly Lydia suddenly came up to you but,” he makes a funny face to Nicole who parts her mouth and kicks her legs excitedly, “But she might be scoping new moms for a book club or whatever.”

‘She has a book club?”

“I have no idea.” he responds, kissing Nicole’s forehead and placing her on his chest, her soft cheek resting on the curve of his shoulder, “Wouldn’t put past her…are you sleepy Birdie? Hm?” Nicole holds the collar of his shirt as her eyes blink heavily, “Has she been awake long?”

“Not longer than usual.” Beatrice explains, “She probably got excited when she saw you.”

“Hm.” Rooster smiles, kissing her head one more time, “I can tuck her in if you want, I wouldn’t mind.” He just wanted to hold her a little bit longer, “My sweet girl, look how big you are already.”

‘The doctor said she’s the picture of health,” Beatrice grins, “And that she is very active at four months old, especially because of the hand to mouth movement she does when she’s hungry.” Beatrice places her hand on Nicole’s back, brushing over the fabric of the small Hawaiian gently, feeling the slow rise and fall of her breathing, “So she’s completely fine.”

“Was she fine when I was gone?”

Beatrice hesitates, still touching her daughter’s back, “We both missed you.” was her response with a small smile, “A lot…but she got used to it after a while. After the last video call though…it was a bit sad to see her trying to grab your face through the black screen.”

Rooster frowned a bit, looking down at his dozing off daughter, “Yeah,I can imagine…but I’m home now,birdie.” he coos,”I’m going to tuck her in, she’s already partially asleep.”

“Okay,” Bea smiles, “I’ll prepare our lunch.”

“I can come back down and help you.” he says as he steps around Jack who just wags his tail at him, “I won’t take long.”

“Roos, it’s okay, take as long as you need.” Beatrice smiles, “I’ll be here when you return.”

Rooster gave her a thankful grin before he walked up the stairs humming Great Balls of Fire, in a much slower pace of course, just so Nicole could finally close her eyes and snuggle close to his shirt.

He smiles down at her, hearing the dogs patting around downstairs, the birds outside and Beatrice’s voice gently singing a song. He was so glad to be home.

#bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x oc #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x female reader #bradley bradshaw x named reader

[itsyourvalerie]

LEGEND OF ZHANG

This story is originaly posted on my wattpad vickybutter if you wish to read it there you are free too <3

summary: After Korra's death, the new avatar came to the world know as Zhang Kaito, born to a not so rich earthbender family. His mother Alia was a very powerful earthbender a great grand daughter of Toph herself. His father Li was a non bender, as well as his younger sister Jing.

Follow a joureny of Zhang and his friends as they climb their highest goals.

PROLOGUE

The gentle patter of rain tapped against the glass windows in the western Earth Kingdom, while outside, the faint mewling of cats could be heard, either frolicking or huddling together for warmth.

Atop a nearby hill nestled a small house, adorned with ivy leaves and moss. Adjacent to it, a tranquil pond provided sanctuary for fish.

From an ajar window, a soft light filtered into the room, signaling the early morning hour of 6 am. Within, a young boy of sixteen lay in bed, just having celebrated his birthday. His sister, a year younger, sat awake in the opposite corner, her patience worn thin by his incessant snores.

Fed up, she hurled her pillow at him, jolting him awake. "Hey!" he exclaimed indignantly, annoyed at being roused at such an early hour. "What's your problem?" he grumbled wearily.

"Brother dear, it's 6 am, and your snoring was keeping me from sleeping peacefully," Jeng retorted calmly, flashing a mischievous grin as she neatly made her bed.

"It's my birthday. Can't I sleep in?" the brunette boy protested, resenting having to share his cramped quarters with his sister, despite the cozy comfort of his bed. She often irked him, leaving him wishing he could find solace in the rain rather than enduring her company.

As he rose from bed and stretched, Jeng observed him curiously. "Did you always have that mark?" she inquired, pointing to a blue line running down his lower chest from his bellybutton.

"No, what the hell—" Zhang began, but his mother's voice interrupted from downstairs, summoning them both.

Hastily donning a shirt, Zhang implored his sister, "Jeng, don't tell Mom and Dad about this. They'll just freak out, okay?" He pleaded with a pleading gaze fixed on the blonde girl.

"Okay," she nodded, following him downstairs at a leisurely pace.

"There he is!" Alia beamed at her son, enveloping him in a warm embrace. "Happy birthday, sweetheart. I've prepared breakfast; your father will join us shortly."

"Thank you, Mom," Zhang expressed his gratitude, taking a seat at the table. Across from him, Jeng watched with curiosity as he devoured his meal.

"Mum, I was thinking," Jeng interjected, catching her mother's attention. "As you know, I'm part of the generation that could potentially meet the Avatar, like Gran Toph did. Do you think I could?"

Suppressing a chuckle, Alia playfully smacked the back of Zhang's head with a spatula. "Well, honey, the odds are slim, but I don't see why not," she reassured her daughter with a warm smile.

"How do they identify the Avatar?" Jeng inquired, her eyes wide with curiosity.

"At the age of 16, the Avatar is revealed, and their duty is to restore balance to the world," Alia explained, casting a knowing glance at her son. "Who knows, perhaps Zhang here—" She trailed off as Zhang shot her a deathly glare. "Or perhaps not," she amended with a chuckle.

Rolling his eyes, Zhang reached for the salt shaker, only for it to be swept off the table by an unseen force, plunging the room into stunned silence. Frozen in shock, Zhang withdrew his hand, eyes wide with disbelief.

"Or perhaps, yes," Alia murmured, rising from her seat and exiting the kitchen.

"How did you do that?" Jeng gasped in astonishment. "That shaker just flew across the room!" she exclaimed.

Terrified, Zhang fled upstairs to the bathroom, where he stared at his reflection in the mirror. Lifting his shirt, he gazed in awe as the blue line he had noticed earlier now emitted a faint glow.

"I'm the Avatar…" he whispered to himself, the realization sinking in.

#avatar the last airbender #avatar aang #atla #Avatar the last airbender x reader #atla x reader #atla sokka #atla aang #atla katara #legend of korra #legend of korra x reader #atla zuko #male reader #male oc #atla x you

[lizzie-is-here]

follower event!

character: kate bishop x fem!reader

prompt: “i don’t care if you have work, it’s 6 in the damn morning. i’ll call your boss for you if you just come back to bed.”

request: “Can u pls do Kate Bishop 14. “i don’t care if you have work, it’s 6 in the damn morning. i’ll call your boss for you if you just come back to bed.”? But Kate's ur Boss (you work at bishop security) fem reader? ty :) <3” from @angel09172000 (i’m sorry the tag wouldn’t work 😭)

a/n: a reminder that my requests are open until july 24! pls request stuff yall it forces my writing block to die 😩

rules for requests are here! 🤍

Dating Kate Bishop came with its challenges.

She’s stubborn, impulsive, other descriptive synonyms that you wouldn’t put on a résumé. Loyal to a fault, a new dog mom, and as of late, an Avenger. Sort of. Kind of. Maybe?

You call her an Avenger. It makes her feel important. Ever since she had joined the team, she’d been training day in and day out, working her ass off to prove herself.

It made her more tired than usual. And more clingy. Not that you were complaining.

You love it. The cozy movie nights, the way she would hover around you as you made dinner. It was sweet, and made you feel valued and cared for.

But it had led to a few issues. Like how early your work started.

———————————————————————

Your alarm buzzing stirs you from your slumber. Lifting your head as you yawn, you stretch over to grab it and shut it off before it wakes up your sleeping girlfriend.

However, it’s your movement that wakes her instead.

“Mmmmhh… Don’ get up…” she groans, words muffled by her pillow. You chuckle and shake your head, beginning to slide out from under the covers.

You rub sleep from your eyes, stretching in the dim light of her apartment. The floor is icy cold under your feet, and a glance outside at the weather only makes you want to stay in, make tea, and watch bad rom-coms.

But the front desk of Bishop Security is calling your name (well, more like shouting about your student debt), so you kiss Kate on the forehead and dodge her tired grabby hands.

“Go back to sleep, babe. I’ll see you tonight, m’kay?”

“Hey!” she exclaims, suddenly a lot more awake. “Get back here!” Leaping forward and winding an arm around your waist, she tugs you back onto the bed.

Tumbling backwards, you laugh and lean in, lips melding into hers as the world momentarily disappears. You part with a heavy sigh, not quite pulling away.

You furrow into her arms for a moment, relaxing into the plush comforter as rain pours down outside. The soft pitter-patter on the roof is almost enough to lull you back to sleep as Kate hums in satisfaction.

And then your backup alarm goes off.

“Alright, I’ve really gotta get up,” you groan, attempting to detangle yourself from the very determined girl. “I can’t be late for work.”

“I don’t care if you have work, its 6:00 in the fucking AM,” she protests. “I’m your boss, and I say, ‘just come back to bed’.” Sticking out her bottom lip, she pouts at you. “Please? We can take Lucky on a walk to that café you wanted to stop by.”

“Bribery? Really?” You roll your eyes, smiling nonetheless, and give in. You shoot a quick text to work calling in “sick” and slide back under the covers.

Still, you have to give Kate a bit of shit. “Don’t you have work today? Like, Avengers work?”

She nods. “Yeah, but the Avengers are reasonable, and don’t start work at 7 in the morning. I don’t have to stop by the Tower until after lunch.”

“Hmm.” You lay your head on her chest, letting tiredness overtake your senses. She runs a hand through your hair, tracing down your shoulder and swirling on your back. You shiver, yanking the blankets further up.

Kate chuckles and stops her teasing. “Goodnight, (Y/N).”

“‘Night, Kate.”

#requests open #request #kate bishop x reader #kate bishop #hawkeye #kate bishop fluff #kate bishop x female reader #kate bishop x fem!reader

[justagirlwhowritess]

Song: Dial Drunk by Noah Kahan (this man's album has my HEART). Lyrics in Bold

Pairing: Dabi x Fem! Reader (flashbacks in italics) (y/h/n = your hero name)

Genre: Angsty

Warning: Toxic Relationship, mentions of alcohol, jealousy, season 6 spoiler.

I'm remembering I promised to forget you now

But it's raining, and I'm calling drunk

And my medicine is drowning your perspective out

So I ain't taking any fault

Am I honest still? Am I half the man I used to be?

I doubt it, forget about it, whatever

It's all the same, anyways

Dabi’s POV:

“I can’t do this anymore Touya!” she cried covering her hands with her face. I hate seeing her cry. “What do you mean?” The words caught her by surprise. She laughed. “I’m done. Get your shit, get out and forget about me. I can’t deal with you anymore.” her words burned. I felt the fire bubble through my chest, taking a breath as my hand started to ignite. “I will forget you. That’s a fucking promise, doll.” I spat storming out of the apartment we once shared. 

Fuck I was drunk. Sitting in the dark alleyway, fumbling between the bottle and the phone that was shattered. Thoughts from years ago plagued my thoughts. I hadn’t forgotten about her. How could I? I dialed the number I had memorized many years ago. She has had over a decade to change it, to move on. “Hello?” Her sweet voice came through the speaker. She didn’t know the number. Being a villain has its perks I guess. “I miss you.” I slurred into the phone. She groaned. “This, again?” I couldn't see her but I can tell that she is pinching the bridge of her nose. “You don’t miss me. You’re drunk Toyua.” She hung up. This isn’t my fault. She kicked me out. It wasn’t the first time. Wouldn’t be the last. I dialed the number once more. It went to voicemail. I drunkenly tried to collect my thoughts. “Y/n please answer the phone. Do you still think I'm honest? Half the man I was when we were growing up? Please pick up.” I finished the bottle and struggled to open the other, shoving the phone into my pocket. I’m not letting this go. I’m not forgetting her.

I ain't proud of all the punches that I've thrown

In the name of someone I no longer know

For the shame of being young, drunk, and alone

Traffic lights and a transmitter radio

I don't like that when they threw me in the car 

I gave your name as my emergency phone call

Honey, it rang and rang even the cops thought you were wrong for hanging up

I dial drunk, I'll die a drunk, I'd die for you

“Touya, leave him alone, he didn’t do anything!” She was trying to stop me from beating the shit out of her prom date. I had dumped her about a month ago and she dared to take someone else. He got handsy and I couldn’t control myself. She looked like she needed saving. “No. You asked him to stop. He didn’t.” I spat, throwing another punch. Wouldn’t be the first time I've thrown a punch for this girl and it wouldn’t be the last. “Touya please, that's enough. I’ll go with you, just please let’s get out of here.” She pleaded. I took her hand in mine, the mascara was running down her face. I ruined her night, I can tell, but she would never admit it.

Looking back I probably could have controlled myself better, considering I hardly know her anymore. I stood, stumbling and made my way down the street to her apartment, or the league, whichever was close. “Stop” A booming voice called. Cops fuck. I tried to get away, feeling more drunk than I had just a moment ago. I ended up in the backseat of the car. “Hey, shithead, don't I get a phone call?” I cursed. He grunted but obliged anyway. “Who do you wanna call, asshole?” he spat. “Y/h/n” I mumbled, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks. “You want me to call a pro hero to come pick your drunken, villain ass up?” He asked. I nodded shuffling to get my phone out of my pocket to give him the number. “She’s my emergency contact. She always will be.” I huffed. He put the phone on speaker, it rang and rang. “Hello?” the voice gumbled tiredly. I must have woken her up. “Y/n. I need you to come get me, I got locked up. Please.” I hiccuped, the car starting to spin. “Fuck you, Dabi. I hope you fucking rot.” She spat and hung up. “Damn dude, that’s cold. What did you do to her?” The cop laughed. I shook my head. “Too much..Let me call her again.” I spat once we reached the station. The cop begrudgingly agreed. The phone rang and rang. She wasn’t picking up this time.

I'm untethering from the parts of me you'd recognize

From charming to alarming in seconds

I'll be bedridden, and I'll let the pain metastasize

But that's morning, I'll forget it

And the dial tone is all I have

“It’s like I don’t even recognize you anymore!” She pleaded with me as I had gotten locked up again. She came to pick me up without complaint again and again. “Doll, do we have to do this now?” I grunted. “Yes. We do.” She was curt, shoving me into the passenger seat, I drunkenly stumbled but sat anyway, feeling the hangover start to settle in. “Doll, I can’t even see straight.” I hiccuped. She rolled her eyes. “You always do this. I tried to ignore it but I can’t anymore. It’s becoming alarming.” Her tone softened, rubbing the back of my burned hand with her soft thumb. She sighed. “We have to talk about it eventually, Touya.” her words lingered in the air, only to be forgotten in the morning.

The dial tone is all I get of her now. I miss her screaming at me to be a better person. 

I'd die for you

I beg you, sir, just let me call

I'll give you my blood alcohol

I'll rot with all the burnouts in the cell

I'll change my faith I'll praise the flag

Let's wait I swear she'll call me back

"Son, are you a danger to yourself?"

Fuck that, sir just let me call

I'll give you my blood alcohol

I'll rot with all the burnouts in the cell

I'll change my faith I'll kiss the badge

Let's wait I swear she'll call me back

"Son, why do you do this to yourself?"

“Give me one more call. I don’t want to sit in this fucking cell all night.” I spat in an almost pleading tone. I would change it all for her. “We need your blood alcohol to come down before we release you, but we can’t check because you threaten to burn us alive if we get close.” The cop’s attitude had returned. “Let me call her, I will let you have my blood alcohol. I'll even sit in the cell with the rest of these idiots. Just let me call her one more time.” I sounded fucking pathetic, but I knew I could ware her down. She would crumble and come and get me, like she used to. The alcohol has my head swirling but I know I can convince her to come get me, she still loves me, she’s loved me forever. I love her. The cop sighs and hands me my phone. Drunkenly I dial her number for the 5th or 6th time tonight. No answer. I sighed holding the phone to my chest. She will call back. “Son, are you going to hurt yourself?” The cop asked, I felt my burnt tear ducts try to do something. Let’s not cry blood right now. “No. Don’t be fucking stupid. She’s gonna call me back.” The cop rolled his eyes. “Give me the phone. Why do you do this to yourself?” I shook my head, refusing orders, adding that to the charge list with being drunk and disorderly. “She will call me back.” I said with more confidence. Thankfully, she didn’t make me out to be a liar. “Y/n” I picked up on the second ring. “What police station are you at?” She demanded. I smirked, I knew I would get her to crumble. She always has. I gave her the location. “Give me 10 minutes.” She hung up before I could respond. 

The 10 minutes were achingly slow, until she appeared, disheveled, hair a mess, in pajamas, last night's makeup hadn’t been washed off her face, she had been crying, over me, again. She looked beautiful. “Is he free to go, officer?” She asked curtly. The cop looked shocked. “Uh yeah, just keep him inside the rest of the evening.” He unlocked the cell. I was more sober now than when I had gotten here just hours ago. “Get in the fucking car, Dabi.” “Yes ma’am.” I replied, moving past her outside of the station. I got in the car and she just stared at me. “I love you y/n” I whispered, cupping her cheek. “I love you Touya.”

I dial drunk, I'll die a drunk, I'd die for you

#mha imagines #mha x reader #mha villains #mha dabi #dabi angst #dabi x reader #dabi x female reader #dabi x you #touya todoroki

[she-karev]

First Date Part 2

Age Rating: 12+

Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy

AN: Here’s part two of three the last chapter will be posted hopefully by tomorrow but for now enjoy this chapter. The next two chapters will be posted tomorrow.

Summary: Amber and Andrew go on their first date.

Words: 1898

It’s 6:45 and the T-Mobile stadium is already packed with people. I’m standing outside in the rain wearing my black North Face rain jacket holding an umbrella. I read that it rains in Seattle about 150 days out of the year which is more than it rains in Iowa or New York. I’m still getting used to the wet weather, I’m used to cold breezes though so that’s a good thing. I’m pretty much the only one with an umbrella because all of the other fans lined up outside are clad in either Yankee’s or Mariner’s hoodies.

I fully agree that the Yankee’s suck but the Mariner’s haven’t had a great season either so I just opt for a black v neck with skinny jeans, black combat boots and a red scarf around my neck. I decided to go with casual for tonight because we agreed to start slow and a dress with do me pumps doesn’t scream slow. He’s still trying to get past my relation to Alex and I am trying not to bring it up not that it’s hard not to. Plus talking about our families will open a Pandora’s Box of misery that will scare him away.

I finally see him get out of a cab and run towards me in his black jacket, jeans and a beanie. He looks at me with remorse for leaving me out in the rain for the past 15 minutes, “Hey I’m really sorry I had to move some things around and the cab I took arrived late and for some reason she likes to drive like a senior citizen. But I’m here now and I think if we hurry, we can get the good nachos.”

I shake my head at his lack of baseball knowledge, “Nachos aren’t the main baseball food it’s hot dogs. You know what we’ll discuss this later let’s get inside the line is long enough already.”

Andrew takes my hand in his and leads us inside the building where a long jam of people crowded one of the arched entrances. Andrew paused to pull out the tickets and gave one of them to me and held my hand as we kept walking with me behind him. The stadium wasn’t just filled with people it was filled with sounds too, from screaming to laughing. We took a few steps toward the shortest line we could find and soon I was between the wall and the crowd.

A sudden unease raced through me and I was familiar with it. No, no, not here, not now Andrew is oblivious to my racing thoughts and feelings of being trapped. I try to remember the breathing exercises I was taught but it’s been a while since my last incident and I left my Bcalm in one of my boxes back in my place because I didn’t think I would need it. I try to draw in breath but it was impossible. The air is stale and hot from all the bodies and it was like my nose was stuffed with plugs.

Panic hit me hard and fast and I froze in line even when it was moving. A coat of sweat was breaking out on my forehead, my chest tightened. Black spots started to swarm my vision and I knew in the moment what I needed to do but I couldn’t do it. Nobody noticed it I mean how could they? A girl having a panic attack in a large crowd is like a needle in a haystack. Fear paralyzes me in that moment and I couldn’t do anything even with the college kid behind me yelling at me to move up.

Andrew turned around and even in my state I could see him. He looks at me with concern and walks toward me and gently grabs my arm.

“Hey are you okay? What’s wrong?” I hear him talking to me but his voice sounds like it’s distorted which means this attack is just as bad as I fear.

I try to get past it and have words come out, a few get past my lips in a whisper, “P-Panic attack need…need to…b-breathe.” Andrew looks at me worriedly and immediately walks us away from the crowd. I clench his arm holding on for dear life and exhale as we exit the stadium. I have never been happier to feel the cold air and rain on me. I move away from him so I can get room to breathe and sit on the bench.

Andrew moves toward me and pulls my scarf away from my throat and it helps a lot. The rush of air is a welcome relief on my hot skin. It only helps a little and without the crowd I finally hear myself hyperventilating. I am so overcome with this need to breathe that I don’t even realize Andrew is here and witnessing me at my absolute worst. I would have gladly taken cursing over hyperventilating on a first date. 

Andrew holds my face in his hands and turns me to face him instead of the street, “Okay Amber look at me you’re having a panic attack it’s okay I’ve got you. Take a deep breath in do what I’m doing, nice and slow.” Andrew breathes in slowly and I copy him managing to pull a breath into my lungs, “Good again.” He repeats and so do I. Normally a new different fear would arise around Andrew’s proximity but instead his hands on my face and the rumble of his voice loosened the constrictions in my chest, “Do you feel better? Are you getting air in your lungs?” I stare at his serious and caring expression and nod, “Okay good let’s keep going until you feel better.” We kept breathing together a few more times and I felt my heartbeat steading and the tension exit my body.

When I finally felt more in control I pull Andrew’s hands away from my face and wipe my damp forehead with the back of my hand. Instead of facing him I rested my elbows on my knees and stared at the ground trying my hardest not to cry. I was about ready to sob not because of the panic attack but because of the shame and embarrassment that replaced the anxiety. I try not to look at him because I can imagine he looks scared and freaked out that his first date with me was trying to get me back from a panic attack. God, I want to die.

He rubs my back as a soothing gesture but I still don’t look at him, “Do you need anything? Water? I can run inside and get some.” I’m thirsty but all I want to do now is go home under my weighted blanket and never talk to him again.

“N-No I’m good…you should go though the game is about to start and you bought the tickets.” I try to give him a way out so I can save myself the shame but he is relentless as I see him shake his head out of the corner of my eye.

“I don’t care about the game.” I don’t know if he’s staying out of concern or pity, “Can you walk home or should I call us a cab? Where do you live?”

“Columbia City it’s a studio.”

“My place is closer we can walk there it might help you and you can spend the night.” I close my eyes at his kindness. Most girls would find it endearing but right now I feel like crawling under a rock and never coming out.

“You don’t have to.”

“I’ll feel a lot better if you did, come on let’s go.” Andrew takes my hand and we both stand up. I finally look at him and see that he’s genuinely concerned about me. I don’t know if it’s as a doctor or as a date but truth be told I don’t feel comfortable being in a tight space after what happened and his place is a lot bigger than mine. Hell, the on-call rooms are bigger than my studio so I nod and we walk side by side away from the park into the city at night.

After about 30 minutes of walking, I felt better as the cold air and movement was good for me and dispelled the threads of anxiety that remained. We didn’t talk the entire way, neither of us initiated conversation and I am so grateful for that because I wouldn’t know what to say or how to explain this. We finally reached the house which surprisingly looks bigger than most residents can afford in a big city.

“Nice place.” I say numbly, “I thought you were staying with Dr. Robbins.”

“Yeah, I was but her kid came back and I needed to move out so I’m living with Dr. Hunt until I find a place of my own.” I nod and look down in shame and he catches it, “Are you okay?”

I sniffle, “…I am so sorry.” He looks at me in pity over my sadness and tries to cheer me up.

“Hey, come on it’s just baseball at least I didn’t spill a drink on you or hit you again.” The corner of my lips goes up slightly at his attempts to make feel less like crap. Despite the slight amusement in his tone his eyes are dark with concern. I have had bad dates before but having a panic attack in front of Andrew and him coddling me like a child, God in heaven.

“I’m not a basket case.” I state bluntly trying to put it out there. Andrew looks taken back by what I said but responds.

“I never said you were. Come on you can sleep in my bed and I’ll take the sofa tonight.”

I look at him touched, could this guy be any more perfect and could I be any less? “You don’t have to do that. You can sleep in the bed with me I won’t mind.”

“Are you sure? I wouldn’t mind at all.” Andrew asks to be sure.

“It’s not like it’s the first time we slept together only those were much better circumstances and I wasn’t such a crock pot.” Andrew looks at me as if offended I’m being so hard on myself.

“Hey.” I look at him, “You are not a crock pot or a basket case. I’m pretty sure those terms are outdated and it’s okay I’m not mad. Don’t be so hard on yourself it’s not like you caused a panic attack to get out of some stupid game.”

“I really didn’t.” I say kicking myself again causing Andrew to be stern.

“Stop it it's not your fault. Let’s go inside and get some sleep okay?”

I nodded at his request and we headed inside the house without even speaking to each other. We go to his room where Andrew gives me a red flannel shirt of his to wear for the night. After taking my clothes off and slipping into the shirt with the bottom reaching the top of my thighs. I opt to shower in the morning because I’m exhausted and just want to pass out. As soon as I lay on my side in bed and pull the blanket to my neck, I close my eyes and let the lull of the night take me.

#greys anatomy #andrew deluca #amber karev #elizabeth gillies #liz gillies #headcanon

[pbandjesse]

I accidentally took an almost 4 hour nap. Oops. I apparently really needed it. Honestly I'm still very tired. But it was a good day. Just really rainy and tired.

I fell asleep before James last night. That almost never happens. I was out like a light. But I would still feel exhausted when I woke up.

I got dressed. I wore socks and sandals because it was raining and I did not have my rain boots. I felt very cute. My fingers weren't working well and James had to button the back for me. Love them so much.

We left here and got breakfast but I was still so tired. I could barely keep my eyes open all the way. I looked exhausted and I was exhausted. Ginny, from the bakery, saw me sewing all two dozen bears I brought and she was like. You are always working! You should take a break! And I just said I will fall asleep sitting here if I stop moving. I'm like a shark!! Gotta keep moving or I will die.

I got so much work done though. Three of the bears need extensive repairs so I did not get those done, I want to get those fixed on my sewing machine. But everything else got done and I made a bunch of tiny felt bears to make more pins. It was a good morning.

Dad texted me and we brainstormed about my sister's headstone. Which I think he is going to go with my idea, so that feels special. But even not I am glad he felt safe asking me. Love my dad. Tombstones are very backlogged and backordered. But she's going to get a pretty little heart and it's going to look really nice.

It was wildly rainy. It started drizzly. And it was fine. But then it was a down pour. And it was just a lot!! And then there was vender drama. Because of the rain Ann gave a spot in the pavilion to a parking lot vender who was in time. Because that spot was for someone who hadn't shown up. Like it's 930 at this point. We are supposed to be done setting up by 9, and can get there at 8, which is what I do.

But of course the late vender shows up right after Ann gave the spot away. So they had to set up a tent in the rain in the parking lot and they were so mad. And like I get it. But also you were wildly late. And then weren't set up until almost 1030! They sold out, so people do like their product and that's great! But people need to be respectful of the rules of the market. Please. It makes me so stressed out.

I didn't have high hopes for sales today. Because of the rain people were running in and getting their food and running away. So no one was really stopping to look at my stuff.

But I would make two sale! Sold 4 things. And that was great. So not my best day but almost 3 times better then last week. And people were really nice. I also had some very sweet interactions with kids, including the little girl who bought the large bear last week. They named it crewmate!! That's such a cute name. She said they had the bears birthday last week and they are getting alone very well. Hilarious, I love it.

I would go in to give James a hug. And we got baked good earlier in the day. And the rain would calm down a bit. I was excited to go home.

I decided to take myself and it takes me about a minute and a half to clear my table and pack everything up. Less then 5 minutes to get everything in the car. It was raining but it wasn't to bad and I got all my stuff in and my person only got a little damp. Maybe a little more then damp.

But I went home. As soon as I got in the house poor Sweetp threw up. Like as I was walking in and he seemed really distressed. And then he stated throwing up again but in the carpet and I quickly picked him up and moved him just in time. No idea what was wrong but poor baby.

After I cleaned up Sweetp, and the floor, I got changed, had lunch and laid down.

I was out out. I slept for 4 hours. Give or take. When I woke up at 6 James wasn't here because they were at Lane's house using their washing machine. Thank you Lane. I played Stardew and married my in-game girlfriend who is now my in game wife. Her name is Emily and she has blue hair.

I was still playing when James got home and I was able to beat a very hard level and get to the top of the mountain and was really proud of myself. James cheered for me and I felt very accomplished.

I took a bath and folded some stuff for camp. Me and James talked about our honeymoon and are moving forward on figuring out when we should go. I think April. But it might be later. We will see. Maybe a one year from the wedding? Who knows. But it's fun to think about.

Now though I want to go to sleep. James made me a little sandwich. And I am very tired. I hope tomorrow I feel more human. I hope everyone at camp is doing well. Sleep well everyone. Take. Are of yourself.

[golbrocklovely]

yall wanted more tweets? i got them lol

here are more of colby's tweets, circa 2019.

i don’t have proof that these are his tweets, but believe me, they are his.

if it’s bold and italicized, it’s someone’s tweet to him.

if it’s in (), that’s just me commenting lol

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(slight side note to start, since this is the beginning of 2019... in case you forgot, snc got arrested, so basically for like a month, colby and sam didn't tweet so.... that's why there's a lot less)

Jan. 1, 2019 - i didn’t want it to mean that much to me

Jan. 3 - hello my name is Colby Brock and i am never drinking again

Jan. 6 - i never knew you could miss someone you’ve never met

Jan. 7 - last night i fell asleep with my windows open so i could listen to the faint sound of rain, this morning i woke up an icicle

Jan. 9 - i was so worried about others when in reality all i needed was to look after myself

Jan. 15 - she got a pretty face but her personality turned her ugly

you ever dream of a certain place all the time for no reason at all? well that’s daytona beach for me... only went there once when i was 15 and it’s been in my dreams ever since. weird huh

Jan. 16 - sometimes i can’t sleep because my mind won’t stop thinking. deeper and deeper .. trapped in a cycle

Jan. 17 - going to jail in a justin bieber shirt isn’t the best idea. but i’m okay. love you guys

Feb. 6 - i wanna go on tour

Feb. 8 - screw netflix let's watch the sunset

(dear lord that was lame sksksks)

Feb. 12 - i’m finding myself having to run away from ‘something’ like every week. the things we do for youtube

Feb. 13 - who wanna come over and have an anti-valentine’s day with me ? (for all of us lonely peeps)

Feb. 14 - if you’re lonely and you know it clap your hands

My hand is too busy shoving food in my mouth. I’m not sad you’re sad

oh yeah? well my hands too busy jerki....... nevermind

Feb. 15 - talk shit about me all you want, i could care less. but if you bring my friends into the picture, then there’s a problem

(him being protective of his friends… so hot)

Feb. 19 - oh my god kingdom hearts quotes fmu. “they can take your world, they can take your heart, cut you loose from all you know.. but if it’s your fate.. then every step forward will always be a step closer to home”

Feb. 21 - haven’t felt right for the past couple days

Feb. 22 - tonight , we celebrate 2 years of the trap house. here’s to all the memories i’ll never forget

Feb. 25 - i’ve been focusing on me and only me and it feels SO good

March 4 - if you never built forts at a sleepover when you were younger you haven’t lived a full life

it’s not cool to be the cool kid anymore

March 7 - heartless

@/andrearussett: @/ColbyBrock it’s time to give the people what they want colby

March 10 - come do something scary with me

March 11 - it’s crazy how fast your life can change once you’ve got a new mindset

March 12 - there’s like thousands of butterflies flying around LA today.. it’s the strangest but most beautiful thing

March 15 - i thought i was crazy but @/KianLawley , @/jccaylen .. you guys are insane

March 16 - when i met you girl my heart went knock knock

March 22 - and after all this time you still never came around

March 25 - i thought it was called "creators" not "copiers" 👀👀

(yall… if you weren’t on twitter during this time period… you missed out. someone ss this tweet and I know me and bunch of other ppl used to use it a lot lol)

March 27 - all for you

March 29 - i miss my momma

#colby brock #cb tweets #personal #text

[overcomingmentalhealth2024]

Almost 6 years ago one day in Feb I get on Facebook and the first post I see is bad news. Our friend that we graduated with died from a drug overdose. He had been suffering through grief that turned in to serious severe depression.

I couldn’t stop crying the pain in my heart after I had talked to my friend the only friend that calls me shawty. When he told me how our friend died and that he was suffering through depression using drugs to take the pain away I instantly started thinking what if I had known? Would he still be here today? What if I talked to him more instead every once in a blue moon would he still be here? I can’t change Gods will and now my grief from 6 years ago has been let go.

Now I am on a healing journey I have committed and been reborn through Christ. I am able to show you the way to healing, so please take my hand I’ll be your friend. Listen to my words and let’s take this journey together. Those drugs and any thing that will harm you or me destroy it. Give it to someone who will make sure it won’t be in your sight ever again. Now I have to tell you this one piece of advice. You have to open the door to your heart, let the devil out. He’s going to run away and he’s going to run very fast. That does not matter and that’s what we want. So let him out… because the devil don’t want you to win. The Devil don’t want you to be somebody everyone else thinks your not. The Devil wants your soul he wants to use Your soul for all eternity you will never find happiness if you allow the Devil to take your soul.

So you see Jesus loves you and he will never forsake you. He will never lie to you. Jesus has made a place for you. He wants you to come to the place he has made for you. The way through healing of depression is through Jesus.

What happens when like David you have cried out in anxiety pleaded in prayer and sung in faith. What happens when you acknowledge your feelings as real feelings and put them under the authority of God’s word. What do you do then?

I’ll tell you what do you do then you go look up Granger Smith you read his book. You listen to his podcast. You listen to his sermons and that right there is the joyful feeling of your going to feel better in your heart the moment you hear that soothing voice through his music, his podcast, his book and his sermons the storm will stop the skies will clear the sun will come out and the blue skies in your heart will rain down covering your heart with pure happiness.

One day 2 years ago I was listening to the radio. I was working for Hardee’s for a store that I’ve been working at for a long time. I was listening to the Bobby bones show and I heard this sweet calming voice the moment he started speaking talking about his music the storm in my heart just calmed it soothed my soul and I started wondering am I in the wrong place who is Granger Smith? So I went home and I googled him oh boy oh boy he’s a radio host. The next day I went to work listening to after midnite with Granger Smith and my life changed!!!!!!!!! I became a fan started saying yee yee and became a yee yee nation Virginia girl. Yee yee nation has changed my life. When someone upset me I just say Yee yee and if I have to I just walk away Yee yee with my hands in the air and if I really have to I don’t look back. And I don’t let that one person ruin my life. Life isn’t promised and you have to take one step at a time and be granted that You woke up only bc GOD WOKE YOU UP THIS MORNING.

When God wants to bless you how does he do it? I’ll tell you how he blesses everyone. He sends people in to your life and there’s a purpose for everyone that loves you, there’s a purpose for everything in this world. God sends people in to our lives like for example your going through a rough patch so you go on to Facebook and flip through the reels. You see a funny guy telling jokes he made you laugh and you felt better. Do you know why he does that? To make you not feel alone you make you feel like you know who this guy is and you feel like he’s a friend. He may not know you but you know him. You know why? God put him on this earth he told him go out make people laugh.

There was times when I was alone and a few years ago I started following my creator influencers friends that I’ve always loved. They have always made me feel like I wasn’t alone.

Before I close this blog entry I would like for you to do something today. GO MAKE A FRIEND!!! Go laugh and put that laughter in to your heart. I can recommend a few friends for you to follow. When I thought I needed a counselor for mental health before I went on TikTok I realized that there’s creators that can give you the same connection but I’m going to say that they are not any mental health consultants of any kind but they can be a friend and they can take you on a journey and give you inspiration.

One friend to follow is GRANGER SMITH. They have the SMITHS vlog and much more.

Second friend to follow is newellboyce. Newellboyce he became a friend and he has really good inspiration and is a really good listener. Go see him on his live and he will make you feel like he’s a brother you never had. He’s funny, he sings plays music plays the guitar gives good advice has a showcase. And he makes you laugh and he also makes you have that feeling like your stuck in the live and you can’t leave bc you just don’t want to leave. Newellboyce he’s the type of friend that I hope to meet someday. He’s also been through a rough road and he tells his story and he tells it like no other.

I also recommend you follow manusia_selang. Newellboyce was talking about his live and he recommended that some go watch l his live. Well I listened to the voice that is a great inspiration to me and manusia_selang he just makes me happy to. Make sure you give him a cowboy hat he will pick up the heavy weight.

I’ve recommended 2 tiktoker creators for you to follow please tell them Angie sent you!!!!!

#mental health #mentally tired #positive mental attitude #mental illness