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thatflatenedfrogontheroad · 9 days

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I made a tier list...

please make your own!! I need to see boomer nations opinions on our man!!!! I know the tiers are actually so vile so change them if you desire :)))

OK so my quick blurb on why they are their!! (working worst to best)

28. Identity Crisis #5 - HE WOULD KILL ME FOR THE FUN OF IT. It did bring about the most random rivalry between Tim drake’s fandom and boomer's which is very funny

27. Black Lantern - Oh no… he's back… like a boomerang. Ate his own son... RIP…. L skill issue

26. Sliver Age - Would actually call me a slur and say that I don't deserve rights. He would hate crime me and then solicit me for sex. He looks like he's wearing a dress… what a pretty lady.

25. Flash TV Show - EWWWWWWWW, he though he ate...

24. DC Online - He looks like he would punch me in face at a NYC bus stop

23. White Lantern - Don't look at me like that… stop. He's back from the dead like a boomerang?? Something about most of the New 52 boomerangs don't hit the same. the bride all in white :’)

22. Young Justice - Gave me the ick. You might be thinking... he looks identical to SS hell to pay, why is he down here?? Great question… HE WAS SO CREEPY TO ONE OF THE GIRLS IN YOUNG JUSTICE….. WHO IS A MINOR!

21. Injustice Movie - Just because your in the background… doesn't save you from this list!!!

20. New 52 - Ok he's kinda hot if you look through your peripherals…Why are you wearing skinny jeans… you millennial

19. Harley Quinn TV Show - He's fine… just fine. “We’ll stack out bingo… Boomer loves an older woman” NO HE MUST LOVE ME! I AM VERY VERY MATURE FOR MY AGE

18. Flash: Sins of the Father - Can you please stop talking in the 3rd person… you are starting to sound crazy.

17. Most Wanted - I know jack shit about him. That's probably because he is barely in a comic issues THATS NAMED AFTER HIM!

16. Flash Point Paradox - His fight scene actually ate. I'm a sucker for Boomer being with the Rogues. If cyborg can take his belt off… so can I

15. Suicide Squad 2021 - Wow they somehow gave him even less lines than his first movie. 1. He doesnt look like boomer. 2. His accent is so bad… and hes AUSTRALIAN 3. His acting low key kinda mid 4. They killed off two of the only OG suicide squad members they had on the cast 5. He dies in the first 20min and in the most disrespectful way

14. Suicide Squad 2016 - The only good thing to come from this man is the fanfiction he brought. THIS FUCKING MOVIE MADE HIM A CANON BRONY WHICH I CAN NOT FORGIVE. GET THIS OUT OF MY SMUT BEFORE FREAK THE FUCK OUT >:( Fuck him and pinky too, you son of a bitch!!!! (its not that serious lol... i just want him to stop fucking a toy horse... please guys)

13. This Goober Alien Guy - I know nothing. He just kinda showed up… and I'm not mad just a little confused. He looks like he needs a hot chocolate and a hug :))))

12. Lego Batman Movie - Low key an icon. What I would do to get my hands on one of these sets… I would come close to killing someone for it

11. DC Lego Super Villains - If he wasn't Lego I would propose (Shane Dawson style) Once again what I would do for the very discontinued Lego set tie in…

10. Batman: Brave and The Bold - Those cheekbones could cut someone. Why are you wear a mini skirt… take it off ;)

9. Suicide Squad (comic) - Yes I know he was drinking and driving but he's not real so it doesn't count!!! The beginning of the Boomer Mobile! THE GAP TOOTH DUDE!

8. Justice League Unlimited S1 - AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! Ok the hairline is… bad…. But so is mine twin!! I LOVE THAT THEY GAVE HIM PROPER CLOTHES AND NOT RAGS DUDE

7. Agent of Oz - is this picture is my school profile pic...yes… and??HE'S COVERED IN BLOOD AND IM GIGGLING!!!!!!!!!!!

6. Stjepan Sejic's Boomer - Choke hold and choke me... I want to hear his voice but he can't break his mewing streak…The ungodly things I would let him do to me

5. Dark: Apocalypse War - Constantine! Boomer! GIRLS! GIRLS!! ILL SLEEP WITH BOTH OF YOU!!! I was not expecting him in this movie so I started to freak out when he showed up DUDE. PLEASE LET ME SIT ON IT

4. Suicide Squad: Hell to Pay - I'm a ride he wouldn't survive… I DONT HAVE WORDS TO DECRIBE HOW I FEEL DUDE… I WOULD DO ANYTHING HE ASKED FOR NO JOKE. Dead on the floor

3. Justice League Unlimited S2 - The glow up in REAL... had me on my hands and knees as a 3rd grader… and still on my knees today. I have never wanted someone to fuck me in the back alleyway of a shit bar so bad in my life

2. Batman: Assault on Arkham - The one that started it all… he is the reason I am this way. no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom BUT GREG ELLIS IS PUBLIC ENIME NUMDER ONE. YOU KNOW WHAT YOU DID!!!!

AND THE BEST ONE!!!!!!!! WE ALL SAW IT COMING

1. Suicide Squad: Kill the Justice League - I AM GNAWING ON THE IRON BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE!!!!!! He has it all, the face, the VOICE, the look, the character!!!!! It is hands down the most consistently good representation of captain boomerang out their… and its canon that's he has a big dick :D I would sell my first born to get one night…

Thank you all for reading this word vom, I am sick in the head <3

if any of the comic issues are off or something please let me know :)

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE make your our and tag me!! i need to see them <3<3<3

#captain boomerang #dc villains #digger harkness #george digger harkness #rouges #kill the justice league #captain boomerang x reader

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cressthebest · 2 months

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Art Heist, Baby! thoughts pt. 10

chapter 28:

this is the heist chapter, so i’m just gonna make it its own post. it will be too long otherwise

1. james thinks that falling in love with regulus is the most exciting thing he’s ever done- more so than the literal heist. they’re so in love

2. hell yeaaaah babey! they even have the clothes sharing trope. regulus looks so small in james’ big t-shirt. fuck yeah

3. they’re all nervous and getting tea in the kitchen <3 they all get along and love each other. do NONE of them have melatonin tho??? babes, medically force yourself to sleep atp

4. peter swears barty’s snoring is so loud there is two people in there. 👀 evan perhaps??

5. i love mary and lily’s friendship so much. like, i love their background friendship in this fic so much. like, i cannot even use words to express how much i love it

6. remus and james fell in love with stars and it’s the most important thing about the heist to them. wait. hold up. i just.

7. “Anyone would be lucky to marry you, James Potter. Plus, I didn’t really think Regulus was the wear your t-shirt, fall asleep in your lap, dance on countertops, type either and yet, here he is.” sobbing. literally sobbing.

8. remus and james being best freinds in this fic instead of the typical sirius and james freindship is healing in ways i didn’t think would need healing. i am healed. they are forever going to be in each others lives.

9. sirius and james matching 😭😭😭. but it also raises the question of what the others are wearing. jeans and blouses? night clothes? leggings?

10. tensions are so high. i feel like i need to be clutching my pearls and holding my breath. this is so stressful. i’m so worried something will go horribly wrong. so stressed

11. i’m also concerned why they are worried about fingerprints but aren’t wearing gloves

12. oh good, they’re wearing gloves actually

13. i love that part of the way sirius’ has his pure blood character show in here is by the way he can tell the price, quality, painter, and style of a painting just by looking at it

14. i love that after the first wolfstar kiss remus got back to james and told him everything. and i love that sirius and james are bringing this up during the heist when their LITERAL LIVES ARE ON THE LINE

15. oh shit there’s footsteps. i’m so worried for sirius and james

16. thank FUCKING GOD THEY ALL MADE IT OUT ALIVE AND UNSCATHED AND SAFE OH GOD I WAS SO SCARED OH MY GODDDDDD

17. still getting a bit of a rosekiller vibe here…

18. shit fuck no shit fuck shit fuck shit fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck shit shit shit fuck fuck fuck fuck shit shit shit fuck fuck fuck fuck shit shit shit fuck shit fuck holy fucking shit there’s police and sirens and holy fucking shit shit shit. stop no, i had such high hopes

19. oh no james thinking that sirius tipped the police off. (but i’m getting a bit of a feeling that this will be parallel to the peter betrayal moments in canon)

20. (not barty letting out a maniacal laugh during a fucking car chase. he’s not helping the sociopath claims)

21. not pandora playing the euphemia card.

22. also, once again, i would like to make a callback to my previous thoughts on point number 18. still thinking that. very worried.

23. god, not james saying i love you to regulus while the police have opened fire on him. i’m so worried. god.

24. it will be fine tho. there’s 10 chapters left. and james isn’t the one who dies. i will be fine.

25. james was shot 😳

26. and they’re all on the plane. they survived. end of chapter. thank fucking god.

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notyour-valentine · 2 years

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The Boy in the Window 22 ~ Tommy Shelby x Reader (Series)

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Chapter Summary: If you're going through hell, keep moving. Who knows what could be waiting on the other side?

Notes: I did my research and tried my best, but I am no expert, so please be leniant. I do not consent to my work being translated, copied or posted elsewhere on this platform or any other.

Warning: Canon conforming mention of violence. Drug and alcohol abuse. Alcoholism. Trauma. Detox. DT. Withdrawal symptoms. Suggestion of physical violence, domestic violence and child abuse. (18/21+). Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Expect spoilers for Peaky Blinders Season 1-4.

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Part 22

[Previously]

It was purgatory.

There was no other word she could use to describe it.

Even hell wouldn't do the torment justice, for hellfire was unchanged and constant suffering, lacking in the versatility of the horrors they were faced with.

Every day, every night there was some new, unexpected agony he had to endure and they in turn had to brace.

Ada had come as soon as she heard what they were planning and had arrived the evening he had taken his last drink.

They had planned it this way in the hope that he’d at least get some sleep before it would really start.

So there were six of them, the two nurses, Ada, Mrs Gray, Frances and her, who dared to enter the room, as well as a host of maids who supplied them with everything they might need.

In truth, they should have hired an army.

The first time she went to see them was after she had taken her breakfast with the children and made sure they were occupied in the gardens.

Tommy had already been restless then, smoking like a chimney to keep his nerves in check, with most of his breakfast untouched.

In her and Ada’s presence he ate a little more, but it was a struggle.

By lunchtime the headaches had started, and from then on it only ever got worse.

There were mood swings and restlessness, nausea and vomiting.

Often, he'd blatantly refuse to eat, insisting it won't stay down anyways, but he needed his strength.

Sometimes Ada could get him to eat with whispers and begs, sometimes Polly had to scream at him, sometimes the nurses had to explain in great detail what would happen to his body if he didn't eat - all depending on his current state of mind, sometimes hopeful, sometimes enraged, sometimes resigned and deeply melancholic.

Since he never ate much, they had to keep at it constantly, making him even more irritated than he already was.

But with every passing minute, his restlessness increased.

And while he was restless, he needed to be careful with that half-healed wound of his. The last thing they needed was him reopening his wound.

Before going to bed, she checked in on them again, and by that time Tommy was already complaining about the seeing bugs, with sweat glistening on his brow.

The nurses assured her that it was normal, but she still hesitated to leave him and did so only because they all reassured her.

The next morning, Polly had looked like a ghost and Ada seemed to have aged half a decade.

“Its not uncommon,”, the nurse had warned her before she entered his sick room, now that the others were resting and Lizzie had taken the children for a fun day at a fair some village away, “for someone in his condition to see things that are not there- beyond bugs”

(Y/N)’s lack of surprise startled her.

He had been trembling when she entered, taking turns between sitting in the corner and staring at the floor or pacing up and down like a caged animal, or a maddened dog.

She tried to find words of encouragement but found none and so she just sat down next to him and stroked his hand for as long as he let her.

Then she’d watch him pace, changing directions without any system or rhythm, only to return to her, when she would stroke his shaking hand until the restlessness became too much for him to endure once more.

When the sun set on the third day, it turned bad.

The fever had him burning up, and all they could do was wipe the sweat from his body and try to cool him somehow, but that was not what frightened them.

His breathing had grown so ragged and his eyes so glassy and wide, as they locked in on things they could not see, only for him to force them shut again with an almost childish persistance.

When she held him, unable to contain the tremors of his body with her own, she could feel his racing heartbeat which was so viscious it made her fear it would give out.

Nothing they tried to calm him worked, no soothing touch, no calming word, not even Polly’s romani songs.

With midnight, came the terrors.

The absence of drink and the stress his body felt was more than enough to dig up the shallow graves of his ghosts, the ghosts of John, of Grace, of Danny and Freddie and so many others that shaped his nightmares since France.

When it started at first, Polly had glared at her as if she wanted her thrown out in light of revelations that were not hers to witness according to the other woman.

Perhaps she even would have succeeded in forcing her from his sickroom, which (Y/N) wouldn't have left voluntarily, but then his wrecked body resureccred ghosts that had been buried deeper.

And even if they came in the form wimpered whispers, flinches and weeping, they were of the sort that terrified them all to their core.

Thrice that night, he called Ada “Mother”.

The last time had been so bad, it ended with him sobbing into her chest, shaking like a leaf and burning with fever.

It had made her feel a type of cold, no blanket, no fire and no embrace could chase away, but the true horror was written all over Ada, who turned to ashened Polly.

“I can’t do it, Pol,", she had confessed through her tears. "Not when he’s talking like this.”

For (Y/N) these ghosts his struggles had brought back had been merely shapes behind the curtains in the windows, whispers in hushed voices, but to Ada and Polly they were a reality they had once lived and now were forced to endure a second time.

No one could blame her.

Somehow, they reached the morning, but that night alone left them so utterly drained, they did not even have the strength to bury their hatchets.

They simply lay discarded on the steep, risky road they all travelled together, thrown off like any other extra baggage to ease their ascent.

The nurses could do so much for his body but it needed one of them to attempt to sooth his mind.

In a way it reminded her of those years in the war where all past grudges were laid to rest, all inequalities thrown aside, because in the grand scheme of things they simply didn't matter anymore.

The only thing that mattered was going forward and no one, just like back then, could do it alone.

Polly and Ada remembered that time too.

Every woman did.

When she had gone down to wake and have breakfast with the children, without a minute of sleep to call her own, she announced that they would get to have a sleepover at Lizzie’s house.

The suggestion of her leaving with them had hung in the air, but she couldn’t go, could she?

Not when she hadn’t even been sure he would survive the two hours she was packing and seeing off the children.

The fourth day was as awful as the night that had preceded it, and in it’s wake, it left exhaustion, for them and for him too, but that at least quenched his restlessness.

On the fifth day, the doctor had told them that the worst had past, but that hardly made it better.

He was still struggling, barely clinging to sanity, while his body was tormented and weak.

It didn’t help that he showed little interest in eating.

Once, a few days after that, when it had gotten particularly bad and he had refused food all day long, and Ada’s pleas and Polly’s screams had failed, they had called her away from the children.

And so (Y/N) had resulted to sit down in his sick room with him.

Despite the spring air, it had been freezing because Tommy needed the windows open to prevent, or at least rein in, his nightmares.

So wrapped in a scarf, given her recent cold she had sat down and calmly explained that she wouldn't eat either until he would before taking up her knitting needles and offering him some of the silent treatment he had sought fit to deal upon them from time to time.

First, he had mocked her, rolling his eyes and dismissing her with scoffs and dark chuckles, then he had berated her for her stupidity, raising his voice and calling all sorts of ghastly things, only to fall to his knees at her side, weeping and pleading in the process, saying she didn't deserve to suffer for his sake.

All the time, for as long as the food stayed untouched, her mouth had stayed shut and her needles kept clicking.

Finally, after hours, he had yanked them from her hands and thrown them out of the window, announcing bitterly that she had won, and that he would eat if only to “End your fucking nonsense, woman!”

But he had eaten.

He had tried to trick her of course, first only pretending to, but when he realised she wasn’t fooled, matching the amount of soup and bread he ate and the amount of soup he didn’t eat, he had finally relented, cursing her under his breath.

Every day, they said, was an improvement, promising progress.

Polly, Ada and (Y/N) could only hope that that was true.

It was like dealing with a teething babe in the night, a toddler at their worst tantrums, a freshly bereaved young widow on the edge of desperation and a raging madman all at once, with no pattern to which facette of him they would get.

Then there were the times when his headaches got so bad he could barely move, with wet bandages around his forehead and all chamomile, peppermint or ginger tea, nor lavender oil or cooled metal spoons to ease it.

Some days he would jump at every noise, and snap at them for scaring him, sometimes upon recognition he'd crumble into their arms, but sometimes he'd just stare into thin air, his hands closed into fists.

There were days his heart thundered so ferociously, she feared once more that it would give out, and nights where he found no sleep at all.

Sometimes the sweating soaked through his clothes, making them fear his fever had returned but they still couldn't risk closing the windows.

It was difficult seeing Tommy pushed to his limits, but it was no easier to stretch their capabilities over and over again.

Each and every one of them gave more than their all.

She wasn't much use during the day, as the children kept her occupied, needing her attention too, but even then she took longer naps then they did and was constantly out of breath. That lingering cough didn't help either.

Without Lisa and her creative ideas, Lizzie and her stoic interventions, as well as Barbara inviting them over for playdates, she would have been lost.

Especially Barabra’s effort struck her.

She did not know much of the occurrences at Arrow House, but understood it was bad. She didn’t ask or pry either. Instead, and in spite of her fast approaching due date, she opened her home to let the children run wild with her son Oliver for a few hours until they were too tired to notice (Y/N)’s own exhaustion.

If she hadn’t been as utterly drained as she was, she would have berated herself for the decision to leave the children in the same house.

But she couldn’t leave either them or him.

After the better part of two months, the mood swings had evened out and most other symptoms had retreated to a manageable level.

His hands shook and he was plagued by nightmares, but he no longer saw things that weren’t there. And he no longer cowered in corners or made their life purposefully difficult with refusals and insults.

He had even tried to apologise, but Polly had shut him down in all their name.

What had happened, happened. It wasn’t like he remembered it properly, nor were those days and nights times Ada, Polly or (Y/N) were too keen to look back on.

They had, in silent agreement, decided that once this time passed, they’d let it stay passed.

The doctors gave them a long list of reassurances (never certainties, they didn’t go that far) that they had come through- as long as Tommy didn't relapse.

It still left him with a broken body and a fragile mind and them in a state of constant worry.

But at least they could go to bed without having to worry if he would still be under the living by the time they would wake up.

It allowed her to leave the grounds without drowning in guilt, even if it was only to visit Barbara.

The small twenty five minute walk had left her out of breath and close to panting on their way to the lovely little cottage the Caple’s called their own.

It was the house of their dreams really, small and manageable, not too big for little people like her, but still comfortable, clean and sweet with a garden and trees.

Oliver, Barbara’s boy, let them in.

His mother was lounging in the garden, with a belly as round as a football, looking ready to pop.

“We’ve got you flowers from the gardens!”, Emma announced, ceremoniously handing her a bouquet they had picked her earlier.

“And cake!”, Charlie added with a great sense of pride in his voice.

“Oh that’s just lovely!”, she told him with a wide smile.

“Can you sort it, cause by the time I’m up and about, the flowers’ll be wilted!”, Barbara asked her, as soon as Emma and Charlie had run off to play with Oliver.

It was easily done.

“How are you?”, she asked Barbara when she returned outside, sitting down next to her.

Barbara looked her up and down.

“Better than you by the look of it.”, she said with a frown.

“And I’m the size of a ploughhorse.”

(Y/N) tilted her head and sighed.

I feel like on.

But she didn’t say it.

“We brought you some summer honey and jams!”

It was good, that the maids knew how to do all that and were more than willing to show the children.

That way (Y/N) was allowed a few hours sitting in the edge of the corner with a plastered smile as a new curiosity kept the children too busy to notice her exhaustion while giving her some time to just shut off her racing mind.

She had also brought anything and everything they could harvest from the house and gardens at the moment, feeling guilty for all the time in the last few weeks Barbara had jumped in to help her without questions or demands.

“Oh love.”, Barbara sighed, reaching out and placing her hand over (Y/N)’s.

It was a small gesture, but it lifted a weight from her shoulders.

She needn’t pretend, but she didn’t have to explain either, not that she could have done.

There were no words, and even if she could find them, she was too tired to speak them.

“Is there anything I can do for you?”, Barbara asked, looking at her over her gigantic belly.

The fact that she offered, almost brought tears to her eyes, but there was nothing, nothing she could think of and nothing she could ask of her, not in her state.

With a smile, she gave Barbara’s hand a squeeze.

“Well, if you know a wizard, send him my way. I fear I need a few duplicates of myself.”

One to watch the children.

One to tend to Tommy.

And one to rest.

The walk back from Barbara’s home left her as exhausted as the way there, if not more so, even though she had nothing to carry this time around.

They had almost reached the house, and the promise of soft sofas and armchairs, when Emma cried out.

She had spotted them first, long before (Y/N) or Charlie did and took off running in his direction before anyone could even think of stopping her.

Of course, (Y/N) thought.

Tommy was a restless soul for whom stagnation in any shape or form was unnatural, even if it came in that of his sick room, but he was also a wild romani boy who climbed onto the roofs and ran away, who slept as well on dry earth and luscious grass as most did in their feather beds.

Still, she was surprised.

Ada was with him - the nights and days which he spent in delirium had left with a lot of questions they'd probably face far away from the house and possible interruptions.

Charlie's hand searched for hers as they watched her wrap her arms around his waist.

Tommy flinched slightly as Emma's head collided with his wound, but still, he stroked over the top of her head.

Charlie stepped so close to her, their shadows became one, as if he wanted to hide from his father’s view.

She stroked his shoulder in a silent repetition of the promise she had given him.

You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.

They could hear Emma raining down stories of countless adventures on Tommy, coaxing a faint smile to his lips as he cupped her cheek.

As they continued to walk up to the house, she felt Charlie's steps slow.

She let him control their pace and soon enough they came to a halt.

He leaned into her and she put her arm around him.

Whichever path he chose, she'd take it with him.

Tommy's eyes drifted over to them, met Charlie's, then hers.

Still, his son did not move.

She could see his deep breath from where she stood, and recognised the hurt in his eyes.

But they had talked about this.

The choice lay with Charlie, not him and even if she recognised his pain him, she would not change her position.

He understood too, and turned back to Emma.

With Tommy up and about more, she was faced with a new hurdle, as she hadn’t really expected Charlie to be so strong in his resolve not to speak to him.

But she didn’t want him to be uncomfortable in the presence of his father, so while Emma was saying goodnight to Cyril, an almost half an hour ritual which included brushing his fur and singing him a goodnight song, she took Charlie aside.

“Your father is better now.”, she told him. “He’s taking walks in the garden with Auntie Ada, like yesterday.”

Charlie nodded.

“Do you mind that we see him up and about the house and gardens from time to time?”

“Do I have to talk to him now?”, Charlie asked, twisting Mrs Tatters ears.

“No.”, she assured him. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. Your father knows that too.”

“Alright then.”, he simply said with a shrug, before snuggling into her arms and leaning his head against her.

“Sing the cherry song?”, he asked.

The cherry song - she had a rather certain feeling why Charlie liked it so much.

She could see it in his widening eyes whenever her voice would form these particular lines.

I gave my love a story that had no end.

And it would always make him relax when she sang the final part, even if it was with her strained and croaky voice, still carrying the lingering effects of her cold.

It didn’t end for his father and she could only hope it wouldn’t end for the son either.

Arrow House was so large that Tommy could keep his distance from the children at most times.

He knew Charlie wasn’t comfortable around him yet and kept himself at arm’s length, even if it was difficult for him.

Still, she could often feel his eyes on her and the children when they were outside in the garden and she could see him either watching from a window or from the shade of the trees or see him in passing in or around the stables.

While earlier she had been on a tightrope, she was between chairs now.

She didn’t want Tommy to hurt, but Charlie needed her more.

Emma, on the other hand, couldn’t understand what was happening.

They hadn’t told her about what happened between Tommy and Charlie.

It would only have added to the confusion and the heartbreak.

But at the same time it meant she saw no reason to keep her distance from Tommy, even when Charlie was cautious and (Y/N) stayed back for his sake.

And she never forgot about him.

They could be picking flowers and she would set some aside for Tommy, who was still ill in her mind.

They could be baking and she would ask if someone would bring Tommy a piece.

She would see him and wave if he was standing at a window, or run to him if he was close enough.

And during one of these encounters she had asked Tommy to come see her during her riding lessons, being eager to show off her progress.

The first time, he had watched from afar, not even in shouting distance, but bit by bit, day by day he dared to move closer until he joined her from where she was watching, wrapped in a thick scarf to risk not getting sick again after having only just gotten through that ghastly cold which had tied her to the bed for three days only a week ago - the second this summer.

Charlie was doing his circles all on his own, with Emma was still on the rope while riding her pony.

Once they were finished with their two hour lesson, Harry helped them get the horses back to the stables, where (Y/N) handed them the treats they would always give out to the horses the way Tommy had taught them all those months ago.

The man himself stayed a few steps behind her as Emma took her portion of the treats and ran off, Cyril never far behind.

Charlie, however, stayed.

His hands were closed into fists and she could see the wheels turning in his head.

“Did you have fun today, Charlie?”, she asked, uncertain what he was planning.

“Tell them to stop treating Emma like a baby.”, he ordered sharply.

His tone made her eyebrows shoot up, and her mouth open with a gentle warning, but then she realised he wasn’t talking to her.

Holding her breath, she watched Tommy stand there like a deer in headlights, frozen to the spot.

“Emma’s good enough to ride outside of the enclosure.”, Charlie insisted, meeting his father’s gaze. “But they don’t want to let her, not even with the rope.”

Tommy’s hands began to shake slightly as he came closer with the caution only a man crossing a minefield could possess.

His joints cracked when he crouched down next to her to be closer of eye-level with his son.

“Why’s that, Charlie?”, he asked, staring up at him wide-eyed.

Charlie didn't turn to look at him, but he didn't run from him either.

“I told Harry but he said she can’t because she’s a girl and that's not how girls are supposed to ride.”

His pale blue eyes burned with determination.

“But that’s just stupid. How is she supposed to get better if they don’t let her?", he demanded to know, anger making his voice tremble slightly.

“They don’t listen to me but they have to listen to you! So you tell them!”

His father nodded slowly.

“I’ll take a closer look next time and then I’ll tell them.”, Tommy promised with a shaky voice.

Charlie gave a single, grim nod, as if sealing a gentleman’s agreement.

His mannerism was so to Tommy it made her mouth drop open once more.

They watched him follow Emma to the other side of the stables, joining her and Cyril.

(Y/N) and Tommy stayed behind.

Beside her, he steadied himself with two hands braced on the ground as he took a deep and quaking breath.

Reaching out, she covered his hands with one of hers and gave them a little squeeze.

He pushed himself back into a sitting position and inhaled deeply once more, his hand turning to hold hers.

When he met her gaze, his eyes were glassy. “Thank fuck for Harry’s stupidity, eh?”, he asked breathlessly.

“I wouldn’t thank them in the slightest!”, she snapped.

Tommy showed her the hint of a smile.

“Ah, love, you have to give me a little leeway in this case, eh?”

End of Part 22

Part 23

Thank you for reading! I’d be very grateful for feedback of any kind!

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Tommy

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thehumanversionofthishellsite · 1 year

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may or may not have stayed up all night reading this book as soon as I could get my hands on it but anyway I have some thoughts and most of them are screaming.

I really loved the book. Did it have flaws? Yes. Do I care? No. I'm 22, the targeted age range is something like 10-16. When I first got into this series I was the same age as nico. It's been a long journey getting older and changing and healing. Seeing that for Nico was all I really wanted from this book.

Also, realistic relationship struggles and growth!! Loved that!! Having a chronic illness is hard, your partner watching you suffer with it is also hard for them!! Having conversations and misunderstandings and awkward moments is how it goes!! After being in a 3 year relationship with someone I love very much I'm like,,, yes!! Thank you!! I have lifelong chronic illness!! It's not going away I gotta learn to live with it it's a part of me!! My partner struggles with it but is trying so hard and I love them so much!!! But I'm so much more than a pile of suffering and that's the point!!! You choose to keep trying and that's the point the book makes!! there's a whole scene about it and it's so important!!! Will starts to be more accepting and understanding and we love to see it! Nico accepts he needs to let himself move on and that it's ok to do that and not be angry with your past self for trying to stay alive!!

I make no sense and I don't care. But also, they're cringey and memey and dumb. They're hysterical and going a little bit crazy and they love each other and like, I'm not ok. Neither are they. Its been an extremely stressful week for them.

And I don't think it's super out of character because we barely know these people!! Nico has been suffering and in survival mode almost the whole time we have known him!! Will has been a background character most of the time!! Nico was a bubbly 10 year old and Will was like 4 sentences. Nico has made occasional/awkward/dark jokes and Will was shown to be stubborn and concerned and caring because demigods are ridiculously hard to keep alive. Let them be weird and cringey they're literal teenagers. Have you been in a high school with people obnoxiously dating. They are. The worst.

Broke: camp is empty because people wanna see their families

Woke: camp is empty because will and nico are just that couple who are cringe 100% of the time and everyone just noped out

I know I keep getting sidetracked but. Point is. nico and will seem out of character because of circumstances and time skips probably. Nicos finally in a stable place and can actually process things, mans is curious about the world he's in no wonder he's a memelord the internet just does that to you. People change when they're not in survival mode, I definitely am not the same person I was when I was 16. Not even the same person I was when I was 18. Or 20. Like, mental health glow ups bring out some of the best parts of you.

AND THANK YOU PIPER I FEEL SO SEEN RN, don't know what label I fit under, I am confusion but it's ok!! I am a big ole ace spectrum mess and maybe tomorrow it'll be different! Either way the book had a lot of great moments and no it's not the same as old rr books but it was never gonna be, the nostalgia associated with the original pjo series means nothing will ever live up to those books and that's kind of just life for some of yall. fuck knows I crave the joy I felt playing crash bandicoot for the first time. I miss that time of my life and it's ok to miss that but it's also ok to move forward and find new things that bring life joy and meaning!!

anyway. I enjoyed the sun and the star and I will continue to enjoy it regardless of what other people think, I can like things just because I do, or just because they make me happy. And this book definitely made me happy. Also holy fuck I need some sleep. Sorry about all the exclamation points it's all that's keeping me awake!!

#tsats spoilers #the sun and the star spoilers #solangelo spoilers #nico and will #damn #im tired #solangelo

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a-very-zilly-gooze · 2 months

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hey gang, it’s way too early AM and i have not been able to sleep all night so let me just explain my senior quote to you all bc i’m really happy with it. the quote is…

“Some things just aren’t meant to make sense, some things aren’t meant to be represented.” -Bears in Trees

why? well, for several reasons.

1. i think it’s neat. get off my back.

2. it’s from one of my favorite songs of all time, I’m Doing Push Ups by @bearsintreesofficial. and as many of you know, i kinda really really really like BiT.

3. i was majorly stressing over choosing a senior quote because i’m a super anxious person, and when i told my friend that I was considering using this one, she said something like “if you end up hating the quote later then it’ll be ironic because some things just aren’t meant to make sense” and that is some god-level reasoning there.

4. Nick (BiT lyricist, guitarist, cryptid?) once said that this lyric was about him trying to make sense of his school experience. To quote Nick himself, “i moved away to go to uni… and had a weird and gross and sad first year. i kept trying to write a song about it… until i eventually realised; some things aren’t meant to make sense. some things aren’t meant to be represented. some events don’t make you a better/worse person and there’s no point trying to think about it or ascribe any sort of ~main character energy~ to them. some things just happen and it sucks.” and i think that that really describes my high school experience. i try to reason out why ~things~ happened to me. i try to place some sort of value on the pain because it fuels the future or some shit. i try to use it to interpret myself or my surroundings. but in the end, some things just happen and it sucks.

5. one of the reasons i was stressing so hard about my senior quote was because i thought it needed to encompass all of me or all of my high school experience. so i really wanted something to show all of me, every crevice of my being, and how i felt about moving on and moving away. i considered the “live forever or die in the attempt” quote from Catch-22 by Joseph Heller. i considered “If you’ve gotta go, then go with style!” from Crowley in Good Omens. i was planning on doing “Ready to head into the unknown?” “Nope. Let’s do it” from Dipper and Mabel in Gravity Falls’s last dialogue sequence. but none of these felt like they encompassed all of me. and so i was freaking out, trying to find something that was me and my feelings. after all, it’s not every day that someone moves ~765 miles away and across the country for college. but i finally realized that i don’t actually know how i feel about moving away. i have so many emotions about it, and they all coexist and wreak havoc within me. my feelings about moving don’t really make sense to me, and this cannot be represented in a single quote. so there’s no way that i can just magic my feelings onto a yearbook (if only i were a wizard :/).

so takeaways: ummm go listen to hot chocolate by bears in trees streaming everywhere AND ITS OKAY TO HAVE CONFUSION!!! THAT IS NORMAL AND HUMAN!!!

#another long-ass post from gooze #i am confusion #the muzingz of gooze #dirtbag boyband #bears in trees #the sandbox #sandbox #i’m doing push ups #and everybody else smiled back #aeesb #music #Spotify

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pretty-chaotic-world · 6 months

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if my BPD can scream

1. I wish i could have a normal love... but no, my brain wants to worship every little detail of you until it drives me insane

2. sorry i pushed you away i felt abandoned and suicidal

3. I’m sick of going to bed and knowing things won’t be better tomorrow

4. I'll ask you thousands times if you really love, please don't get annoyed

5. I'll create "drama" and mishaps only to feel like I'm in home

6. i’m afraid that one day my anger will overshadow the little love i still have left for the world

7. I feel numb. No tears, no anger, nothing. Just going through the same day again and again. I would rather just sleep without waking up.

8. I'm so tired of everytime one small argument or inconvenience breaks out I want to end it and self destruct, it's so draining.

9. I want to stop feeling anything and when i actually don't it breaks my heart but I can't cry it out.

10. "its all in your head" well duh where tf else is it gonna be??? in my fucking kidneys????

11. I am constantly between wanting people to care about me and wanting them not to so I can hurt myself without feeling guilty

12. Psychiatrist told me there is no cure for bpd and I've to change myself. Well why cant they just let me die then?

13. Until you live with bpd you'll never know what it's like to be too much and not enough at the same time.

14. i know im constantly too much for everyone but sometimes i just want to be enough for someone

15. if he will leave me, my next diagnosis will be of "sociopath"

16. im so jealous of all the people who see him and touch him and talk to him every single day it should be me me me me

17. oh I got my hair coloured. why? because I can't hurt myself anymore

18. "you're so distant" because you can't handle my abandonment issues.

19. My younger self disappoint me a lot. like why were you begging people to stay in your life? ohh no worries I know the answer

20. I wanna throw a plate against the wall, stab a knife through my hand, destroy my laptop with a hammer, smash my door in with an axe and spray graffiti all over the walls of my room

21. Why shouldn’t I be mad? Why can’t I just be angry and be allowed to feel it? Why can’t I burn everything down?

22. I have to watch my mouth every fucking second to make sure I don't destroy every relation I have coz apparently social life matters!!

23. Isnt it fucked up how he got away with every horrible thing he made me experience and I’m the one who has to live with myself feeling absolutely fucking worthless

24. I don't deserve food and love. im a horrible person.

25. this is how my eating cycle goes

feeling weak coz i haven't ate anything -> eat -> purge -> feeling guilty after purging -> eat more -> feeling guilty after eating so much -> cry coz you don't know what's happening

26. the diagnosis makes me believe I'm not insane just lil emo ig!! NOOOO YOU'RE INSANE

27. “don’t let it bother u” baby i’m gonna be bothered by this for the next 10 years

28. if I tell you I love you its equivalent to I can kill someone for you

29. Actually upon further inspection that shit really hurt my feelings

30. I don't dive into insecurity anymore, i drown in self-loathe

31. i shut up in between group convo coz I know I'll talk invaluable shit and nobody really cares what I say until it's psychology class

32. "if you are fully aware of yourself, why do you keep acting like that?" slapping self awareness on top of bpd only grants the ability to watch yourself self-destruct straight from the vip section thats all it does literally

33. “Where do you see yourself in the future” building a cult for mentally ill people

34. ofc I've a praise kind i was ignored as a child

35. I'm much better than I was before. you know why coz I don't to air now and don't see monsters walking by side all the time

36. No I don't want to self harm anymore I need to kill that fucking monster

37. Don't mind me, I'm just casually sabotaging all my positive relationships with negative delusions because my life doesn't feel real unless something dramatic and destructive is constantly occurring

38. i don’t care i don’t care i don’t care (im going to sob my fucking eyes out)

39. “Stop making your disorder your personality” I have a fucking personality disorder for god sake

40. turning my mental illnesses into kinks and calling it the BDSM-5

41. "destroy something precious while you're in rage" ohh yeaa and then I'll do that again and again

42. what I hate most about my BPD is the fact that I have started doubting every emotion that I’ve ever felt in my life, whether it’s love, my grief through multiple traumas, or my anger, & it’s so saddening. It has actually led me to start questioning my reality.

43. if I need medication to stay alive, am I really meant to be here?

44. it's either be alone without 75% of my symptoms, or be with someone and display the most horrendous unstable awful version of myself. why do i have to choose between love & happiness or peace & stability?

45. That fucking bpd rage where everyone's voices makes you want to scream and every noise around you makes you want to sh and you're so mad you can almost feel the cuts everywhere

46. getting worked up to the point of becoming physically ill (throwing up/stomach issues etc) because you felt rejected/abandoned by your favourite person

47. i wish my trauma made me kind as everyone says but i’m becoming what i fear the most- a monster.

48. imagine getting diagnosed with a personality disorder and the only visible representation of that disorder is an animated horse man, a sociopathic sitcom character from philadelphia, and darth vader

#bpd #bpd awareness #personality disorder #borderline personality disorder #mental illness #mental health #mental instability

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withoutyouimsaskia · 2 years

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Remember Me, Special Dreams

Part XI.

GIF: Originally posted by @mimisempai

Summary: Self-insert. You're having trouble with recurring night terrors and Morpheus pays you a visit. (Title from the lyrics of Placebo’s Special Needs)

Warnings: language, angst, mentions of night terrors.

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: Good evening wonderful peeps. Hope you've had a good day. Guess who’s going to London Comic Con on Saturday to see The Sandman panel? Me! I am bouncing with excitement already. Hope you enjoy this next one.

P.S. Any Arctic Monkeys fans here? I’m loving their new album, let me know if you are too. All my love, Saskia xx

Sandman Masterlist

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The next fortnight sees you experience some of the finest sleep you have ever had.

With only dreams to shelter in, you remain asleep for long periods and average 8-9 hours a night.

And those dreams are divine. On foot, you explore windswept shorelines, craggy mountains and bustling markets. By bicycle you ride along coastal roads and quiet country lanes. You see sunrises and sunsets. Climb trees. Gaze at stars.

Your emotions are still frayed, of course. It is going to take longer than three weeks to get over a two year relationship but your health is much improved.

It is a relief to be able to live without a sleep deprivation induced brain fog. To keep up with conversations at work without putting in too much effort. To use the stove without the risk of setting something on fire.

But most importantly, you do not have jumpy anticipation during the run up to 10pm any longer. Sleep has returned to the sanctuary state that it had used to be. You look forward to falling into its embrace.

You hope that this will please Morpheus.

The King of Dreams persistently stays in the forefront of your mind. His image fills your day dreams.

You wonder what he gets up to in his quiet moments. You then wonder if Morpheus has quiet moments at all. From your knowledge of royalty, they aren't known for having much downtime. And since there will always be at least one person asleep during the 86,400 seconds of each day, you reason that he is probably even more stretched than any human monarch, past or present.

You also think about the kiss. If you are not careful, its memory triggers something inside you; a potent, physical yearning. Each time, you vehemently push it down and remind yourself of the reason why you exercised such restraint.

Propriety.

You have to do the right thing.

You know that with enough elapsed days, you will stop feeling so attracted to him. The simple passing of time will save you. It is a phenomenon you have always relied on to overcome every less than helpful want or feeling.

On the day that he is due to visit, you are nauseated by nerves.

Your last meeting had been so tumultuous, and you are unsure where you stand with him anymore.

When evening comes, you have to utilise all the tools you have to feel even remotely calm enough to get into bed; fresh sheets and pyjamas, herbal tea, lavender essential oil. You lay there, opening and shutting your eyes over and over. Desperately trying to tune into the rain sound track playing through your phone. Obsessively re-plumping and re-organising your pillows.

Eventually, the excessive combination works. Yet you do not remember it beginning. You only know you have succeeded because you start to dream.

You find yourself in the cottage again. The blankets and pillows are exactly where you left them.

You perch on the sofa and wait.

There’s a knock at the door.

You hop up and move quickly to open it.

The likeness of Morpheus that you have been recalling in your mind for fourteen days is suddenly revealed as fuzzy and faded. Nothing compared to looking upon him in person. You are pushing your attraction to him down hard while quelling your anxiety.

He says your name calmly and evenly but his eyes betray him. He is as on edge as you are.

"May I come in?" He asks.

"Of course."

You open the door further and beckon him inside.

Returning to the sofa, you draw your legs up and under you. He stands unmoving.

You try out a small smile. “So, what’s new? Any earthquakes?”

"You have remained stable. There have been no breaches."

“That’s great.”

“Yes.”

“And you’re okay?”

“I am.”

The phrase ‘blood from a stone’ pops into your head.

“I’ve been sleeping much better, although I’m sure you probably already know that.”

“I am aware, and it is gratifying to know that it is the case.”

“I’m not ready for nightmares yet, though.”

“I agree.”

His gaze shifts briefly to the door.

You save him from his discomfort. “I shouldn’t keep you.”

You stand and walk him to the threshold.

“I will return in another two weeks,” he says.

“Okay, thank you.”

With that he is gone and the dream is over.

You sigh as you come back into your bedroom, eyes fluttering open.

“Well, that was awkward,” you say out loud.

***

The next appointment comes with the same worries as last time. If possible, you are even more confused about things. You cannot tell if you are friends or simply a responsibility for him to manage.

But you enter with a positive outlook and when Morpheus knocks, you answer with a beaming grin.

"Am I right in thinking that you could just appear in here without needing to knock?"

There’s a pause. "You are right."

You nod and assume your position across the room.

Together, you go through the same formalities as before; wellbeing, any issues, how you are sleeping.

The conversation lasts a similar duration, however, you are not going to let it end just yet.

"How are Lucienne and Matthew?"

"Both are well. Would you like me to inform them that you asked after them?"

"Yes, please.”

You walk him to the door.

“Thank you for coming. I hope you have a good couple of weeks.”

“I wish the same for you also.”

Progress. You think, when you wake.

***

Your subsequent meet sees you emboldened. You decide to push a bit further this time.

"Anything kooky or unexpected happened in the past two weeks?"

He seems a little taken aback but indulges you nonetheless.

“As a matter of fact, yes. With the advent of spring, we have seen an influx of associated imagery in the Dreaming.”

He looks down, an expression on his face that conveys that he is trying to choose the correct words.

“There have been a lot of rabbits. Gigantic rabbits… Doing what rabbits do best.”

You laugh loudly. “You’re joking.”

His tiny smile lets you know that your persistence is paying off. “How I wish I were, Y/N.”

***

Another two weeks sees you feeling worse but in a constructive way.

In your raw state, you believe that a bit of time with Morpheus will be a soothing balm for you. He has exuded serenity since the moment he entered your life.

You feel it as soon as he steps into the cottage with you and it only intensifies when his beautiful eyes meet yours.

“Something has changed,” he states with concern. “You are sleeping less.”

“I’m trying to confront my demons.” You take a grounding breath. “It’s slow going and I'm only starting with the small ones but progress is progress.” You re-affirm the last bit for yourself, more than for him.

A high backed armchair appears, positioned opposite your seat. Morpheus sits and uses his most gentle tone

“Would you like to talk about it?”

“I would like to know what you’ve been up to, actually.”

He hesitates, dark brows furrowing, clearly alarmed about your deflection.

“Please,” you push.

“Very well.”

You pull a blanket over your legs and gaze at him as you wait for a sort of bedtime story.

“I have been creating new dreams and nightmares.”

***

The following time you wake in the cottage, things are different.

You have slipper socks on to heat your toes and a blanket already draped around your shoulders to keep you warm.

There are also new additions.

The candle is sea salt scented. There’s a speaker set on a sideboard. A small remote on the coffee table.

You reach for it. There's only one button.

You tentatively press it.

The opening bars of your favourite song start to play.

You sing along enthusiastically, swaying a little on the spot. Your blanket swishes like a wizard cloak as you move.

The track ends and you are smiling.

Until you notice Morpheus is watching you through the window.

“Oh shit!” You exclaim, blanket slipping down as you cover your mouth with your hands.

He lets himself in. Your cheeks are burning and you struggle to look him for more than a second at a time.

“I don’t want to know how long you have been standing there.”

“No, you probably don’t.” He smirks.

You go towards the sofa but stop when he asks you an unexpected question.

“Would you like to venture outside with me?”

“Do you have time for that?”

“I wouldn’t have offered if I didn’t.”

“Then, yes, please. That would be lovely.”

You look down and suddenly find there are a pair of lace up boots on your feet.

“Impressive,” you compliment.

He holds the door open for you, wearing a faint smile.

You wonder if all is forgiven.

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A/N II: What’s you favourite song? I would love to know!

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"And I got back up when I lost control over it all, over it all. And I knew that I couldn't take no more. 'Cause I want it all, I want it all."

Taglist: @pinkcyclewitch @layla2-49 @shoidy-cat @silverhart93 @boofy1998 @dotieeee @ponyboys-sunsets @fangirlmary @littledollll @fatimakinney @jamiethenerdymonster @rosaren2498 @mr-sandman-bring-me-a-dream @madiebear

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the-mighty-mittens · 3 months

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I did a bunch of Castoff incorrect quotes, you wanna see?

Of course you do

Marina: Pick a card, any card.

Rori: Fine.

Marina: Wait, that's my credit card!

Rori: You said any card.

Marina: *running towards Arianna with open arms*

Arianna: *moves out of the way*

Marina: Hey, why'd you move?!

Arianna: I thought you were going to attack me.

Marina: I was going to hug you!

Arianna: Why would you hug me?

Marina: WHY WOULD I ATTACK YOU!?

*when a child starts crying in public*

Sage: *tries to make the child laugh*

Frankie: *tries to play a game with the child to make them calm down*

Marina: *gives detailed instructions to the parents*

Rori: *cries with the child*

Arianna: *ignores the child*

Vector: *is the reason why the child is crying*

Vector: Man, it smells like wrongdog out here.

Arianna:

Arianna: Vector, are you alright?

Vector: *sobs*

Vector: A sprite is anything not static.

Sage: A sprite is a variable object, be it 2d or 3d.

Rori: A sprite is a fucking soda.

Rori: You god damn geekass bastards.

Vector: Does anyone know how to relax? Asking for a friend.

Vector: *walks to cabinet, removes oreo box, takes half a sleeve, throws empty box out* Hi!

Rori: Hey- what are you doing-?

Vector, shoving an oreo into their mouth: I am saving space :D

Rori: I’ve been described as a ‘heartless villain’ and a 'little shit’, but I prefer… 'has alternative ways of having fun’.

Rori: You’re kind of a pushover, aren’t you, Vector?

Vector: …I’m sorry.

Rori: See!? That’s exactly what I’m talking about!

Arianna: Can you PLEASE peer pressure me into doing my project?

Sage: Do it or you're straight.

Arianna: I said peer pressure, NOT THREATEN!

Arianna: Oh, so when crows remember people who wronged them and hold grudges, its “intelligent” and “really cool”.

Arianna: But when I do it, I’m “petty” and “need to let it go”.

Vector, texting Arianna: Arianna there’s a moth on the outside of the bathroom door can you get rid of it?

Vector: Pls hurry because I’m going to cry

Vector: Arianna

Arianna: Arianna is dead. You’re next. Love, Moth.

Rori: Did you just call me a shrimp, you asshole?! I'm still growing, dammit!

Arianna: That's it, I'm cutting off the internet!

Frankie: No, please don't! I have a family to feed!

Arianna:

Arianna: What?

Frankie: I need to feed my Neopets!

Arianna: You know you've made it when you see your picture everywhere you go.

Marina: Those are wanted posters!

Marina: An apple a day keeps the doctor away!

Rori: An apple a day can keep anyone away if you throw it hard enough.

Vector: *eating a cinnamon roll*

Arianna: Cannibalism.

Vector: *confused chewing noises*

Sage: Where is Vector?

Marina: I'll do you one better, who is Vector??

Rori: Here's a better question, why is Vector?

Arianna: BEHOLD, the field in which I grow my fucks! Lay thine eyes upon it, and thou shalt see that it is barren!

Vector: Arianna.. I'm gonna cry!

Arianna: Please don't.

Vector, crying: Request denied.

Arianna: Respect my trans homies or I’m gonna identify as a fucking problem.

Vector: What’s it like being tall?

Rori: Is it nice?

Vector: Can you reach comfortably for the cupboards?

Frankie: We live in constant fear of the short ones who, in my experience, will climb four chairs, two boxes, a small coffee table, and six oddly placed stools to get what they want.

*in a group chat*

Marina: First one to reply is gat.

Marina: *gay

Marina: Wait...

Marina: What did you get on your shirt?

Rori: Rust.

Marina: From what?

Rori: Weapons.

Arianna: Time for more adult supervision.

Bonus Zebra herd quotes!

Zera: "You look tired" well, the torment is relentless and the horrors never cease.

Zera: Hi, who's this? Terran changed all of my contacts to mythical creatures.

Liam: What's mine?

Zera: Dwarf.

Liam: THEY'RE SO MEAN, I'M NOT THAT SHORT!

Zera: Oh, hey Liam.

Liam: FUCK!

Liam: Oh gosh I wish I got more sleep I only got six hours!

Sonja: Six? I only got three!

Terran: You guys got sleep?

Zera, comes stumbling out of their room and grabs a jug of coffee before saying: What year is it??

Terran: Do you guys want to see a butterfly?

Liam: Ooh, yes please!

Zera, with their laptop open: I'm not going to stop working to look at a stupid bug!

Terran: It's not a bug though...

Zera: ...

Liam: ...

Zera: Well I still don't want to see.

Liam, realizing: Please don't throw-

Terran: Whee! *throws a stick of butter*

Zera: Self-care is suppressing all your trauma until it comes back and hits you in the face with the force of 7 very large trucks.

#Castoff #Incorrect Quotes #I'm turning a bunch of these into memes #I have more but they're screenshots I took at like 3 am and may or may not actually be funny

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himbos-hotline · 4 months

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AO3 || Tumblr writing tag

Note:

It is totally fine to draw fanart of my fics [tag me if you post it. I will love you forever] and that stuff, it is not okay to reupload them or to post them on another website without my permission.

Reblogs and comments are the lifeblood of artists, reblog and comment on artwork [not just handdrawn ones] to keep an artist creating, its legit your only job...

1). Very nice, very tired, very evil || Hookhausen || AU: What Baking can do || Prompt: ""you should sleep" "I am not human. I don't need sleep." || 2k words

2). How much time ya got? || Kingmox || Prompt: Eddie Kingston and Jon Moxley sitting in an all night diner talking about the new "adoptees" of the BCC. || 6k words

3). Blood is as rare and as sweet as cherry wine || Hangkenny || Prompt: "have i not suffered enough? has my sacrifice been insufficient to entertain you?" || 4k words

4). BTE buddies || No ship || Prompt: “ that hurt more than a brazilian wax . ” ||OC: Jay Orton || 2k words

5). I love the way he looks at me || Bluejays and blowjobs || Prompt: "Waiting outside in the car after dropping the other off to ensure they at least get inside their homes safely before driving away." || OC: Jay Orton || AU: the highschool AU || 3k words

6). Hand in [un]Lovable hand || Southern Lovin' had me a blast || Prompt: “Do you trust me?” ||OC: Jay Orton || 6k words

7). Getting you off is my favourite hobby || Southern lovin' had me a blast || Prompt: I’m gonna stop if you don’t cum.” || OC: Jay Orton || 3k words

8). We'll bury these old ghosts here || Bluejays and Blowjobs || Prompt: “You literally don’t have to do anything to catch my attention because my eyes have never really been on anyone else other than you.” || OC: Jay Orton || 2k words

9). I need to purge my urges [I need someone to blame] || Prompt: CM Punk trained Jay turning on him to join BCC or The Elite || Welcome Home || OC: Jay Orton || 3k words

10). If I said you could never touch me || Hangkenny || Prompt: I wish you would write the conversation between Kenny and Hangman and Kenny on Kenny's return || 2k words

11). Would you love me more [If I killed someone for you?] || The Elite polycule || Prompt: "You're bleeding… You're bleeding bad…” || 2k words

12). Show me the method of your selfless tongue [give me a sermon] || Hangmatt || Prompt: “are you..are you blushing?” “NO physical activity just makes me red okay” || 3k words

13). Just Cole || Bluejays and blowjobs || Prompt: When the otp+ are not on a first name basis and it becomes more intimate than more technically familiar address || OC: Jay Orton || 1k words

14). Can we just lay here and forget the world || The Polycule || Prompt: "I just want to lay here, with you, for a little while longer." || OC: Jay Orton || 2k words

15). We made our peace with weariness and let it be. || Hangkenny || Prompt: "You were a good person once. I looked up to you" || 2k words

16). I find myself alone at night [Unless I'm having sex] || Hangkenny || Prompt: Person A gets cold during the night, and joins Person B in bed || 2k words

17). There's always some reason [to not feel good enough] || Hangkenny || Prompt: things learned in a nearly empty diner || 1k words

18). An open hand [for your other man] || Hangkenny/Golden lovers || Prompt: “How much did it hurt?” || 3k words

19). But lately, I've been worried youre losing yourself || Hangkenny || Part two of: IFMAAN [UIHS] || 2k words

20). It's fine, fine, fine [Who am I?] || Hangkenny || Prompt: "just tell me what you need. let me give it to you?" || 1k words

21). Angel to me [Watashi ni totte tenshi] || Hangkenny/ Golden Lovers || Prompt:'how long have you known?' || Part 1/2 || 2k words

22). You know the distance never made a difference to me || Golden lovers/ Hangkenny || Prompt: “i can't hide from you like i hide from myself” || part 2/2 || 2k words

23). I'll tell you my sins and [you can sharpen your knife] || Bluejays and blowjobs || Prompt: "I'm starting to feel jealous when I see you with other people." || OC: Jay Orton || 4k words

24). The dead man in the dream is you || No explicit ship || Prompt: "I've got a lot of bad shit that I'm taking to my grave." || Trans girl adam cole || 4k words

25). I picture it soft and I ache || Hangkenny || Prompt: Singing them a lullaby || 1k words

26). no lover leaves the rose garden without blood on their hands || Hangkenny || Prompt: “if I asked, would you stay?” || 1k words

27). Everything stays [but it still changes] || Hangkenny || Prompt: “Kisses that have them hiding their face in your shoulder” || 4k words

28). Look at you [how could I not be in love with you] || Hangkenny/The elite polycule || Prompt: "Leaning in without realizing and then stopping just before their lips are attached to look in the other’s eyes to see if they want this too" || 2k words

29). I could be a better [boy]friend than him || Adam squared || Prompt: "This is a bit weird, isn't it? Sharing a bed with a stranger." || 2k words

30). Did you kiss me so my lips would bleed? || Hangkenny || Prompt: Those soft gazes you can feel burning into the side of your head, and when you look back at them, they’d either hold their gaze or they’d quickly look away so you don’t catch them staring at you. || 1k words

31). I hate what youre doing, I hate that it feels so- || Hangkenny || Prompt: “How far is too far?” “I honestly don’t know at this point.” || 1k words

32). Your voice drives me insane || kenny Omega || Prompt: N/A || 400 words

33). Bite the hand that needs me || Hangkenny || Prompt: “You ever wonder if other people think we’re like… A thing?" || 2k words

34). The only one who’s hurt someone is me || Golden Lovers || Prompt: “I want you. I need you.” || 3k words

35). Being such a good boy for me now || Hangmatt || Prompt: sender spanks receiver hard enough to leave a mark || 4k words

#aew fanfiction #golden lovers #hangkenny #original chracters

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everlarkficquestions · 1 year

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Sunday Stumped Day 40

It’s another Sunday Stumped Day!

Sometimes we straight out get stumped. So every few months we will pick a Sunday when we’ll post of a list of asks that we need your help on.

If you know the answer to any of these asks please shoot us a message/ ask/ with the Post number and the fic details and we’ll add it and give you a shout out with our thanks. Any links you can provide will also be super helpful.

Thanks!

Post 1 , Post 2 , Post 3, Post 4, Post 5, Post 6, Post 7, Post 8, Post 9, Post 10, Post 11, Post 12, Post 13, Post 14, Post 15, Post 16, Post 17, Post 18, Post 19, Post 20, Post 21, Post 22 , Post 23, Post 24, Post 25, Post 26, Post 27, Post 28, Post 29 , Post 30, Post 31, Post 32, Post 33, Post 34, Post 35, Post 36, Post 37, Post 38, and Post 39 can be found here - and there are still fics we need your help with.

665. sadmetsfan asked:Hello!

Just want to say Your blog is wonderful and helpful as hell. I just want to ask a fic which I tried to find for hours yet failed. Its a short one shot about Johanna daring Katniss to approach a stranger (Peeta) at the bar. But turns out katniss and peeta were actually secretly married and peeta just returned from a year of military service. If i remember correctly its on ffnet, but i just couldnt find it, and it doesnt seem to be on the Military masterlist. Thank you!

666. nbdomom247 asked:

Looking for a story that had Peeta and Madge ice skating and Katniss coming over to Peetas and getting jealous…if I remember right Peeta was hooking up with Madge for a minute while Katniss was ignoring him after the games???

667. peetaswhore asked:

do u know the fic where katniss wakes up to hear peeta singing "my girl" by the temptations?

668. craftydiva0828 asked:

I was looking for a Fic set post Mockingjay, where Peeta is back in D12 and he and Katniss are working on growing back together. Haymitch has to return to the Capitol for some reason and the powers that be send Gale to become Katniss' guardian (help dispense her meds?). Of course, he decides to intervene on everlark.

669. foundationsbuilt asked:

Hi, I'm wondering if you could help me find a fic about Haymitch's death. Its post-mockingjay, I think Katniss and Peeta's kids are school age cause they had get well cards at his bedside. It's Peeta's POV and its Katniss and Peeta dealing with it. I remember one scene, after Peeta had snuck Haymitch in a bottle right before he died, Katniss and Peeta then drank the rest! Thanks anyway, even if you have no idea what i'm talking about, I remember it so vividly but just can't find it!

670. shaycommacarly asked:

Hello! I am trying to look for this story but the story is a little fuzzy to me. Basically I think what happens is either Katniss daughter and her friend sneak out to the woods and Katniss goes to look for them and they either get attacked by dogs or wolves or something but Katniss protects them and carries them all the way home. When she gets home I think Greasy Saw is there and tells her that her shoulder and arm is broken and she’s like how did you carry them all home with a broken arm. Then later both kids apologize and Katniss cries from the events that day.

671. everlark30 asked:

Hello can you help me find a fic where Mr. Mellark marries Peetas mom and Mr .Mellark had 2 older sons already but later he leaves Mrs. Mellark because she was abusing them but he couldn’t take Peeta because he wasn’t his biological son. I hope I’m remembering right thank you.

672. zombygrl2019 asked:

Need help finding a fic. Hope it wasn't deleted 😭 Peeta goes away to college and Katniss stays in their hometown, Peeta ends up getting drunk and sleeping with a girl that looks like Katniss . Katniss ends up visiting Peeta at his dorm and finds out he had sex with this Bristol chick. I think it was 2-3 chapters long.Thank you

FOUND!

673. finnickodairsgf asked:

Hiii! I’m not too sure if this fanfic I’m looking for was on ao3 or fanfiction network but, katniss was captured by snow instead of peeta and I remember this one scene where katniss was in the hospital bed after being shot and she shared a room with Johanna and Johanna was on about how someone tried to make her have a bath so she did something to them and peeta went to Johanna, you don’t bath? Or something like that and then she pushes peeta and tells katniss to sort him out and katniss kept going something like, Johanna leave him alone he didn’t know, hopefully you can find it but if oyu can’t it’s fine! Thank you!

674. browneyeddevil asked:

Hello! I'm looking for a fic where Katniss runs away from her old life and finds herself in a diner/cafe in the middle of the night. believe Peeta is some sort of medical proffessional in this situation and often comes to this diner/cafe after his night shift. I remember it being quite angsty and slow burn. I found it on ao3 back then, but i can't seem to find it no matter what tags i've tried. I'd be really grateful if someone could help me find this! thank you!!! much love <3

675. everlarkisgreat asked:

Hi so I read this fanfic a while ago and it was about peeta being a peacekeeper I remember that his mom sold him to the capitol, and his brother bought katniss from cray because he saw how she was getting mistreated. I think in close to the end they had this whole thing with peeta having magical powers because he was born on a red moon (some kind of moon not sure if it was a red moon) I also remembered there was this little part where they found out that prim was peetas dads biological daughter (I might have confused that with another fic)

FOUND! Could it be On Borrowed Time by panskiss123? (Thank you, @eggplant8!)

Do any of these fics ring a bell? Please let us know!

#ssd 40 #sunday stumped day

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ms-m-astrologer · 9 months

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Transiting Venus stations retrograde

Timeline (current events in bold)

Sunday, June 11, 15:00 UT - transiting Venus’ greatest eastern elongation, 29°06’ Cancer

Monday, June 19, 07:18 UT - transiting Venus enters pre-retrograde shadow, 12°12’ Leo

Sunday, July 23, 01:33 UT - transiting Venus stations retrograde, 28°36’ Leo

Sunday, August 13, 11:15 UT - Sun-Venus inferior conjunction, 20°28’ Leo

Monday, September 4, 01:20 UT - transiting Venus stations direct, 12°12’ Leo

Saturday, October 7, 09:21 UT - transiting Venus exits post-retrograde shadow, 28°36’ Leo

Tuesday, October 24, 02:57 UT - transiting Venus’ greatest western elongation, 14°02’ Virgo

Welp, here goes nothing. Over the next 44 days we could find ourselves dealing with variations of:

Art - true to form, Ms M’s various yarn dreams have crashed and burned. Am seriously considering giving myself a Venus-Rx break - or at least, not starting any new projects. Perhaps you may need a break from your art as well - a vacation?

Beauty - this is NOT the time for a full-body makeover!! The back-to-school wardrobe shopping is prone to misjudgement, too.

Love - the stereotypical Venus Rx response to the declaration “I love you” is, “What do you want?” Ugh. Also, this transit tends to feature the return of previously discarded lovers.

Money - the get-rich-quick schemes abound. We spend way, way too much money on the whims and pleasures of the moment. Especially with Leo we find the proverbial “Champagne taste on a beer budget.”

Think about the house(s) Venus Rx is moving through, to see where the challenges are cropping up. In the 2nd House, the money issues are absolutely coming to the fore; in the 7th House, ditto for relationship issues.

There are mostly flowing aspects (but be careful you don’t sleep through them!) ahead of us. Give a few days on either side:

Thursday, July 27 - Venus Rx/Leo conjunct Mercury/Leo, 28°11’.

Friday, August 4 - Venus Rx/Leo trine Eris Rx/Aries, 25°14’.

Wednesday, August 9 - Venus Rx/Leo square Uranus/Taurus, 22°54’.

Sunday, August 13 - Venus Rx/Leo conjunct Sun/Leo, 20°28’; Venus Rx/Leo sextile Vesta/Gemini, 20°15’.

Monday, August 14 - Venus Rx/Leo trine Chiron Rx/Aries, 19°45’.

Wednesday, August 16 - Venus Rx/Leo sextile Ceres/Libra, 18°18’.

Tuesday, August 22 - Venus Rx/Leo square Jupiter/Taurus, 15°18’.

The 13th/14th looks like a tremendous opportunity to recalibrate Venus a bit. After all, one of the goals for what this retrograde could mean, is what astrologer Steven Forrest wrote (in The Book of Fire) about Venus/Leo times: “Revealing and underscoring the parts of your personality that are attractive in non-physical ways.”

The square from Uranus/Taurus, on the 9th, shows a level of willfullness, variants of “we want what we want, when we want it” - and if “it” isn’t perfect enough, watch out.

The one that will be more of a problem is the square from Jupiter/Taurus. Jupiter is slowing down pending its retrograde station on September 4 (you’ve been warned!), and this square is going to remain close (3°) basically from August 15 to September 22. Too much of a good thing? Their first square was way back on June 11; you may need to revisit something that arose around then.

#Astrology #Transiting Venus stations retrograde #Ms M astrologer

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arxxq · 1 year

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˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚୨⎯ "what is the true definition of love?" ⎯୧༊*·˚

≡;- ꒰ °Collaboration with @asukasjinji ꒱

explaination: originally we were going to do the enemies to lovers thing but bcs all ideas have vanished we discussed it again and have decided to do prompts instead for characters we write. there are about 30 prompts list down. none of them were my ideas and there were mostly found on pinterest so credits to the actual owners of the prompts.

☄. *. ⋆List of prompts:

1. “You talk alot in your sleep..do you love me that much?”

2. “You're cute when you smile, you should smile often”

3. “The sunset is beautiful don't you think?” (Angst)

4. “Yeah yeah you're cute now stop smiling at me like that”

5. “Trust me I'll be right here the whole time”

6. “Should I just stop talking?” | “don't, your voice is very soothing”

7. “I don't really know how to dance” | “it's never too late to learn”

8. “You're an idiot” [insert fond smile]

9. “You're a menace and you almost died back there if it wasn't for me”

10. “You could punch me and I'll still love you not gonna lie,"

11. “Be mine” | “is that a line from the book you're reading...?”

12. “I'm not that jealous type but what's mine is mine.”

13. “Whoever has a problem with us can come fight me”

14. “You're such a pain in the ass, both of literally and metaphorically”

15. “This reminded me of you..”

16. “Thank you” | “for what?” | “for coming into my life”

17. “I hope you know by now you mean the world to me”

18. “Do you ever wonder if we ever met in another lifetime?”

19. “Don't just leave me here!” | “who says I am?”

20. “Have you ever seen something prettier than this?!” | “yeah, you”

21. “Have you seen my hoodie?” | “Noo” | “you're wearing it aren't you?”

22. “Are you flirting with me?” | “you finally noticed?”

23. “Am i your lockscreen?” | “you weren't supposed to see that.”

24. “Do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are?”

25. “If I do it you have to promise to kiss me”

26. “I think it's cute you need help to reach that”

27. “Are you planning to stay glued by my side the whole day?”

28. “You snuck into my room, at 4am...to cuddle?”

29. “We're in the middle of a thunderstorm and you want to stop and feel the rain?”

30. “I can't believe you talked me out of this...”

Rules: you may request a character along with the prompt number above and please make sure its in full detail so we are able to understand what you plan to request. please choose a character we might be able to write so there won’t be any complications.

I write for bllk characters and genshin impact and from what I've observed asukasjinji writes for bllk and jujutsu kaisen bcs I have seen some jujutsu kaisen works they have written before but just to be sure you may ask them again.

I might also write for tokyo revengers just don't know yet who i can write? (Can't wait for s2)

Reblogs are highly appreciated!!

#·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳aryssa;hasinah #blue lock x reader #blue lock #bllk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #collaboration

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theragamuffininitiative · 4 months

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2, 6, 10, 20 and 22 for unfinished fic asks!

hiiiii!

2. How did you get the idea to write this? [Based on the other questions, I'm gonna talk about my urban fantasy novel here] As best as I can remember, the inspiration for Cloy came from 1) the part in Bandstand where Julia says "I don't need saving!" and Donny says "yeah, well maybe I do" and 2) Needtobreathe's song "Banks" and 3) the ending of Jessica Day George's Dragon Slippers, and 4) a couple random pinterest pins including an animated gif of a human!Starscream from Transformers I guess?? and something from the first season of Nikita??, and lots of stuff I had no pre-existing context for and hodgepodged together. 😂

6. Is there any specific ship you're planning to include? Ok, I don't ship much and I definitely don't write romance for the sake of it, but this story has a very important romance between the two protagonists, River and Captain. [sudden giggling over how their names basically suggest a ship anyways] Anyways, I ship them so hard, and they're so good for each other, and I put them through so much. 😭 The dynamic can definitely be found in the NTB song from the first question.

10. If unpublished, can you show a sneak peek of what you've written?

"Why am I here?” Tyler frowned. “You don’t remember.” “No, I don’t, that’s why I’m asking –” “No, that’s what I meant. You’re here because you don’t remember. You were attacked. You lost some of your memory. You were awake when Professor Lewis brought you here… you don’t remember that either?” Tyler looked as though he were concentrating on Captain’s answer, as if it were suddenly not a casual check-up, but a report he had to give. Captain frowned, thinking hard. “I think…" Something itched at the back of his mind. “Mathen brought me here after… after the hospital?” Tyler grinned, relaxing a little. “Yeah, the hospital.” “But why was I…” Captain looked down at his arms and suddenly noticed the skin was scraped and raw. A wide bandage had been wrapped around his left forearm and horrifying purple bruises completely encircled both of his wrists. He sat down hard on the bed. “What…” Fear stabbed at his gut, twisting his insides. He thought he was going to throw up. “Where did…” He looked back up at Tyler, who was staring at the marks as well, but shook himself and met Captain’s gaze. “I don’t understand.” Tyler's brow furrowed with concern. “I’m going to call Professor Mathen and tell him you’re awake. Can I leave you here, you’re alright for a minute?” He seemed afraid Captain might do something unpredictable and insane if he left him alone. Captain shook his head slowly. “Please, go call him. Is there anyone else here?” “No, sir. Just us. I’ll be right back.” And, with that, Tyler turned and sprinted off, his hand already going to his pocket to dig out a cell phone before he was even out of view of the door, which he left cracked open. The electric light of the hall was comforting and Captain appreciated Tyler’s thoughtfulness, or perhaps absentmindedness, for leaving the door open. He looked down at his hands again, trying to comprehend what had happened and why he couldn’t remember. Panic escaped his lungs in a sharp exhale, immediately forcing him to breathe in again - a sort of desperate gasp to fill his body with oxygen again. The gasp, the intake of fresh sweet air, brought a stab of recollection to him and if he hadn’t already been sitting down he would have staggered under its blow. It wasn’t a memory exactly, but like the feeling of realizing after a long night of troubled sleep, that all the trouble had been because of a dream. There was no memory of the dream itself, just the idea of having had the dream in the first place, and whatever he had been feeling in the dream. But whatever this was, it had not been a dream. Dreams didn't leave bruises around his wrists. You were attacked, Tyler said. Again, he thought he was going to throw up. The echo of memory passed as soon as it had come and he sat on the edge of the bed in the silent room trying to catch hold of the last thing he did remember. What had happened to him?

20. Give a vague description of something that will happen without revealing too much. [I wanna say something funny and cleverly vague here but have no braincells, just gonna share the little logline/teaser/synopsis I have.] "The worlds of fae and humankind are collapsing in on themselves, as a half-fae daughter of war and the scientist assigned to test her magic must choose to save their own in the division, or lose everything together."

22. Will this fic include more angst or more fluff? Probably more angst. Bit of world-ending stuff going on. But not devoid of fluff. 😊

#thanks for the ask!#unfinished wips ask #aster friend #wip: cloy #ft. an unoriginal amnesiac scene bc that is what i scrolled to in the document lol

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