#now I'm stuck waiting for when we're even going to stream

[lovesthecure]

God he is the king of veering off any plan involving me to go do fuck all else with his friends huh

#My step dad #again #we watched the show together! #and he apparently promised a friend a few rounds of heroes of the storm?? #on accident or forgetting we were supposed to stream together after #it's always the plans involving me that get pushed off or shucked #now I'm stuck waiting for when we're even going to stream #and he's playing heroes of the storm #like how do you promise friends you'll play shit with them same day as all-day shit with your son #how do you do this two days in a-fucking-row? #god I fucking #I deserve bendy demon legs or horns for this #I deserve a letter from my favorite fucking character #I'm sick of this being the norm #and two days? In a row? #I'm strong as an ox but ox aren't made of steel

[ifearimaybeanamericanidiot]

Playing with his Hair

Chris x reader, 1st person, reader POV

TW: shitty manager

Summary: you've had a long day. Everything was way more difficult than it needed to be. Chris asks you to come over when you get off of work for a gaming stream.

I hate my job. Honestly, I wish I could quit. Most of my coworkers don't even do their jobs, preferring to dump it onto me and my couple close work friends. I know Chris wouldn't mind if I quit and depended on him until I found a different job for a little while, but I would just feel so guilty about it. He's never say it, but I can tell he's under a decent amount of stress trying to keep up a specific appearance for the triplets' fans. I wish all three of them would take a break and just focus on destressing for a little bit.

Nevertheless, I have about twenty minutes left in my shift before the next person gets here to take my place and I can clock out. The diner I work at is incredibly slow at the moment, so I pull my phone out behind the counter and check the time. Well, "check the time." Really, it's just to see Chris on my lock screen. His name pops up in my notifications. I unlock my phone and click on the little box.

Chris 💖: hey doll, I know you're at work, but do you want to come over after you get off? We're doing gaming stream. You can spend the night?

I grin at his message. He's so sweet. I shoot him back a thumbs up since my manager is approaching and slip my phone back into my pocket.

"Bad news, Kaitlyn is running late, so you'll have to stay late." I hate this man. I hold the string of curses in and respond calmly instead.

"How late are we talking?" I lean on the counter in front of me.

"I don't know exactly. Probably at least an extra thirty minutes past your clock out time." His leans across the counter, putting his face near mine. "That isn't an issue is it?" It sounds like a question, but I know better. I know John better than that. No, if I complain I risk my job.

"That's fine." It's not fine. The time moves slowly. At one point I swear the clock starts moving backwards. Eventually, Kaitlyn runs in, her hair messy and her face tired.

"I'm so sorry, babes." She says to me quickly. "I had no idea you were the one stuck here with John. I'll make it up to you, I swear."

"You better." I say lightly, mostly joking. "I'm out of here. I'll keep you in my thoughts and prayers though." I say as I walk towards the back to clock out. I bump into John. "Kaitlyn just got here, so I'm going to clock out now." He rolls his eyes at me, but says no protest.

I get into my car after clocking out and pull my phone out. I shoot Chris a text.

Me: sorry I'm running so late, Kaykat was late 😭😭 I'm heading over now.

Chris 💖: okay ma, I'll have fresh clothes waiting for you <3

He really is sweet. How did I get so lucky? I start my car and pull out of the parking lot. The drive goes by quickly and before I know it, I'm pulling into the familiar drive way. I park my car, and let myself into the house.

"Honey, I'm back from hell!" I call out. I make my way down to Chris's room when I get no answer. He's not there, but some of his clothes are laid out on the bed. He's laid out one of his hoodies and some sweats. It just seems a little hot for all of that. I grab a shirt from his closet, one that's been worn soft and open the drawer he had kindly donated to hold my growing collection of clothes at his house. I grab a pair of shorts, then change my mind. I grab a pair of his boxers and a pair of black thigh high compression socks. My legs are already aching from that shift, so I'll need the support. I set it on his bed and go to his bathroom. I take my make up off and let my hair down before going back into his room to change.

Once I'm changed and I've deemed myself suitable for public sight, I head upstairs to the room they always stream in. I can hear them yelling from down the hall. I softly open the door and slip in. Nick and Matt are busy yelling at Chris for dying.

"You're done! No more playing until you can stay alive for longer than five fucking minutes!" Nick yells. Matt takes over on playing the game. Chris turns around and spots me.

"Baby!" He rushes me and pulls me to his body. "I missed you!" He brings me to the couch they kept in the room against the wall.

"I missed you too. What are you guys playing?" I ask, sitting down. Chris takes my legs and puts them over his lap, sitting close to the rest of my body.

"Skyrim." He answers, taking one of my aching legs into his hands and begins rubbing. I let out a hiss. "You okay, doll?"

"Yeah, just a long ass shift. So fucking tired of John." I express to him.

"Tell him to fuck off." He makes his way up my leg, working his magic hands to ease the aches throughout my leg.

"I'd like to keep my job." I roll my eyes at him.

"Really? I heard there's a position open for my stay at home cutie. Pays seventeen kisses, twenty hugs, and unlimited cuddles and hour." He switches to the other leg.

"Really now? What about health benefits? Huh?" I try to keep my voice steady through his beginning ministrations on my other leg. From the look on his face, I didn't do a great job.

"You got me there, doll." He finishes with both legs after a few minutes and leans his upper body to lay on mine. This just so happens to put his head perfectly within range of my hands.

I reach one hand up and burrow it into his hair. I place my pointer and thumb on the outer sides of his nap and begin rubbing small circles into his skin. He groans softly.

"Baby, let me take care of you." He protests.

"No, this is what I want to do. I want you to lay here against me and let me play with your hair. Please?" I throw out a pout. He huffs.

"I'm making you something to eat in a little bit." He squints at me.

"Okay, monkey." I say, driving both my hands into his hair. I rub circles across his head, then I switch to lightly tracing his scalp with my nails. He lets out the smallest whine.

I start gently moving his hair around, running my hands through it and pulling them up before slowly releasing his hair so it drops back down to his head. He practically whimpers at the sensation. "Fuck ma, feels good. You're real good at this." He moves against my hand. I giggle. In my opinion, there's nothing more relaxing than playing with my favorite boy's hair.

"Good." I say. My stomach growls loudly.

"I think it's time I go make you something to eat." Chris perks up. My shoulders drop. "Don't worry, doll. I'll carry you, and you can continue playing with my hair once you've eaten." He places a wet kiss on my cheek.

"Okay, okay." I sigh. "Come on." He smiles brightly at me. God, how did I get so lucky to have such a sweet boy?

#chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #fluff #sturniolo fluff

[tw1l1te]

blueberry₊˚✩⊹sal fisher x reader₊˚✩⊹

(Not edited, so please forgive men if there are grammatical/spelling errors. Random thought I came up with. Please let me know if you'd like more backstory/a continuation of this!

Sitting on top of Addison Apartments was a place to think. A place of silence except the sounds of breathing and the occasional shuffling around. You haven't been up here in a while, since the fight you and Sal had a few months ago.

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"God you're such a hypocrite. You keep telling others to take care of themselves and not isolate, but yet you don't give two shits and don't even take your own advice. Not answering your phone or leaving your apartment for over two months? Do you know how worried Ash was? How heartbroken and distant Larry became?? We thought you were fucking dead Y/n. And after all that you decide to drop by and ask 'what's up'?" Sal seethed, his tone getting more hostile by the second.

You don't think you've ever seen him so angry.

"I'm sorry Sal, I didn't mean to make you all worry. That was the last thing I wanted you guys to feel. You know I don't handle my mental health well," you murmured, avoiding Sal's eyes. You could already feel the tears streaming down your face.

"Listen I get it Y/n, but you can't just cut us off like that. You made us all husks of what we used to be. Do you know how many nights I stayed up till the early morning just staring at my phone, hoping you'd at least call?? I couldn't even remember what you sounded like until today."

"Bluebe-"

"Don't call me that. You have no right calling me that after the months of heartbreak and worry you've caused us. Every time this happens, I get my hopes up in that you won't shut us out and disappear. I get disappointed every. Single. Time. You're lucky that Larry, Ash, and Todd are such forgiving people. You don't deserve them."

You mulled over his words. He was right. You didn't deserve them. All the affection and love that they gave you all for you to throw it down the drain when you got too ill. The hundreds of phone calls from Ash. The constant check-ins from Larry over the walkie-talkie, talking about stupid shit that happened that day or speaking softly about how much he missed you. Todd emailing you every few days asking how you were holding up and if you needed anything, but eventually those emails automatically went to spam. And Sal. Sal was probably the hardest to avoid.

He sat outside your apartment door for hours, talking, pleading you to let him in to talk. He brought snacks and slid them under the door, worried if you were eating enough. Playing his guitar for you through the walkie-talkie, hoping it would soothe you or cheer you up. Sliding random doodles and letters under the door so you had something to help remind you about how much they cared about you. How much he cared for you. You kept them all under the bed in a shoe box, reading over every word and cat doodle every single night.

"I can't do this again, Y/n. You've hurt me over and over and over again. Each time I expected it to end different."

He took a pause, waiting for a reaction or a word from you.

"We're done. I don't know about the others, but don't bother writing or talking to me. I can't do this anymore."

And with that, he headed downstairs, not sparing you a single glance back.

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You snapped out of your thoughts when you heard the rooftop door creak open.

You don't look back, hoping the person would get a hint and leave.

You hear the footsteps get closer, and stopping right beside you.

"Didn't think you came up here anymore." he mumbled, shifting uncomfortably.

Fuck. He was probably the last person you wanted to see right now.

"I come here to think." you stated, looking out to the street and nearby houses.

"Y/n, I'm sor-" "I'm leaving." you cut him off, already knowing what he was going to say.

You've thought about your time in Nockfell and decided that it was time for you to move on. You couldn't be stuck in a time capsule forever. The more time had passed, the more it had started to hurt being here and see reminders of what had happened. Reminders of him.

"What?" he whispered, finally looking at you.

"I need to move on. I can't be here anymore." you stated, trying to keep your voice level.

"You were right, I can't keep leaving people in the dark and constantly worrying them. I'll keep doing that if I stay here. I need to be somewhere else, I don't know where, but I'll figure it out."

"Y/n. If this is about what I said, I'm sorry, I was in a bad state too. I was just so worried that something had happened-"

"Sal, please stop. I'm not changing my mind. I'm leaving tomorrow morning-"

"What about Ash? Larry and Todd? What about me?? I need you here. It was wrong of me to shut you out, to ignore you. I'm so sorry, Y/n."

You finally looked at him, right into his blue eyes.

His hair had gotten longer, choppier, like he'd tried to cut it himself. No longer in the pigtails you loved. Seems like you'd both changed.

"I need to go, Sal."

You walk away, not looking back because if you did, you wouldn't be able to leave. You wouldn't be able to leave them. Leave Nockfell. Leave him.

"I'll see you around, Blueberry."

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#sally face #sally face x reader #sal fisher x reader #sal fisher x y/n #sal fisher #enemies to lovers #sally face x you

[thornsnvultures]

You gotta love him. ❤️

I've had this gif in my inbox for months now 😅 (I'm hording Jake gifs, don't judge 🥴)

Anyway I'm hormonal rn and I do love him very much, take some unedited Jake fluff 🤲

"See this shirt right here? Do you know what it's made out of?"

Rolling your head in his direction you level Jake with a glare, waiting for the inevitable pun. You're not really in the mood for it right now. Your plans had been canceled by both a thunderstorm and the cramps currently shredding your insides, all you wanted to do was watch tv and mope.

He doesn't answer, just stands there looking at you with a doofy grin on his face. One of his hands is behind his back like he's hiding something and you're already dreading that reveal too.

He's obviously waiting for you to respond so you sigh and say, "No, what?"

Jake kneels down next to where you're sitting on the couch and takes your hand. His doofy smile somehow gets even wider and doofier when he places your hand on his shirt right over his heart.

"Husband material."

"Jake..."

Your eyes are wide and you're suddenly less concerned with the pain you're in and more so with what he's pulling out from behind his back.

"Honey, I know we were supposed to have a nice day out together, and I'm so sorry things didn't go as planned," Jake lets go of your hand but you can't move, frozen in place as his heart beats wildly under your palm. "But my plan hasn't changed. Whether we're out having a picnic at the park or stuck inside, burrito'd up under all this," he laughs, waving his hand at your mass of blankets, "I still want you to tell you how much I love you. I still want to ask you," Jake's silly smile softens, "will you marry me?"

A velvet box sits open in Jake's palm. His big hands make it look so tiny and you find yourself laughing. At the box and at the shock of it all.

Jake's face falls for a moment thinking that you're laughing at him before he realizes you're nodding, you're shaking your head "yes" and tears are streaming down your face.

You launch yourself at him and then he's laughing with you, holding you, squeezing you tight in his arms and laughing into your hair.

"Is that a yes?"

"Yes, you goober," you laugh and cry into his chest.

"I'm sorry. This probably wasn't what you imagined you getting proposed to would look like." Jake is curled us with you on the couch now, your head pillowed on his bicep as his other hand caresses your spine. Rain pounds on the window outside and you tell him that you wouldn't have it any other way.

"In sickness and in health, right?"

Jake smiles and presses a kiss to your forehead, "Always."

this was corny as hell 🥲 ok bye

#jake jensen fluff #jake jensen x reader #jake jensen blurb #jake jensen fanfic #jake jensen x you #tw menstruation #my fics

[happilykrispypirate]

Impossible (Ch. 5)

Pairings: Mattheo Riddle x fem!Soulmate!Potter!reader.

Warnings: Swearing, some angst, mention of death and my shitty writing.

Summary: Mattheo and the reader are made for each other, literally. In a world where soulmates are connected through physical and emotional pain and a tattoo on the back of their left wrist, Mattheo and the reader must struggle to find a way to cope with the fact that their soulmate is on the opposing team.

Taglist:

@abaker74 @evycloudberry

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"I can't believe now we have to sit around and just wait for Harry and Dumbledore to get back," Ron complains and throws his head back.

"We're keeping watch, Ronald," I said rolling my eyes.

We were all stuck in Dumbledore's office, waiting for Harry and Dumbledore to come back from fetching one of the Horcruxes.

"You guys can always walk around?" Mattheo said, "Y/n and I will stay up here."

Ron and Hermione left, leaving me and Mattheo alone. I know he wanted to ask about the Prophecy. Dumbledore mentioned it briefly when he went over the plan earlier.

"I know you want to ask me," I spoke up and turned to him.

"What is the Prophecy?" He asked.

"And either must die at the other, for neither can live while the other survives," I sighed.

I thought that he of all people would know it by now. That maybe his father formed a plan or something.

"What does it mean?" He asked.

"One of us, has to die. So either my brother and I have to die or he has to die. Atleast that's what I think," I said, I turned to him and saw that he had tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Oh love," I said making my way over to him and wrapping my arms around him. His arms wrapped around me, afraid to let me go.

"My father is a powerful man, what if he succeeds? You'll be dead, we won't even have gotten married yet or had kids. We won't be able to grow old together like we wanted," He said his voice cracking.

"I cannot promise you anything, but I can promise you that I'll try my hardest to succeed," I said looking up at him and wiping his tears away.

The next few moments happened all too fast. One moment I was still in Mattheo's arms and the next I was standing behind him with Voldemort in front of us.

"What are you doing here? If Dumbledore-"

"Dumbledore's dead," My heart dropped when he said that, "Come now, Mattheo, leave her. She's nothing but a distraction and she will stop you from achieving our goal."

"No, I am not leaving her," Mattheo said.

I expected Voldemort to lash out and be furious, but he was calm, that scared me a lot more, "You will regret this, Mattheo," He said before he aparated away.

Mattheo and I rushed to the courtyard and saw all the student there, standing around Dumbledore's body. Their wands were raised into the air. Mattheo took my hand and together we raised our wands.

-

"Mattheo, have you decided where you're staying yet?" Theo asked as we all sat in the common room a few days after Dumbledore's death.

We were all still pretty shaken up. After Dumbledore's death, everyone in our friend group got a letter telling them that it was better if they just stayed with other relatives during the summer.

They were all supposed to get their marks during the summer but after their parents found out who they had been hanging out with, they decided that it was best that they stay away, they were worried for their children's lives.

"No, you?" Mattheo asked.

"Nope, I was planning on going to my family in Italy, but they don't want me there," He said.

"Why don't you guys come and stay with me?" I said and they all looked at me like I was crazy.

"Uh love," Mattheo said and I looked at him, "Are you mad? They won't allow us to be there."

"My brother won't, everyone else will. They already know about me and Mattheo, Sirius is super keen to meet him, remember he's my godfather and he is super over protective. I'm not even gonna start on the twins and the rest of Weasleys. Also I have pictures of me and all of you on my wall all the from year 1, so they already know. The only person who didn't know is Hatry because he refused to go into my room," I said and they all looked at each other, waiting for someone to speak up.

"I'll come," Mattheo said, "I just don't know how I'm going to keep myself together when I see your brother. I might finish the job that my father couldn't."

"I'll join you, he'll be dead before he walks off the train," Pansy said and I chuckled.

"I'll come aswell," Theo said.

"Me too," Enzo said.

"We can't," Draco said referring to him and Blaise.

"Right, I forgot you two already got your marks," I said, how could I forget? " Well if things get to much, you two can always come, you're welcome anytime."

-

During the train ride, I could tell that everyone was nervous. Mattheo was especially nervous, he was going to meet my godfathers, the people who basically raised me.

When the train stopped and we got off, Mattheo grabbed my hand. I gave it a reassuring squeeze before we all started walking to where Sirius and Remus were waiting.

"Sirius," I smiled as I let go of Mattheo's hand and hugged him. I hugged Remus as well before I turned to Mattheo and the rest.

"These are my friends," I said gesturing to Pansy, Enzo and Theo and then I intertwined my fingers with Mattheo's, "This is Mattheo."

Sirius walked over to Mattheo and tried to look intimidating, but Mattheo was taller thsn him.

"Sirius, you're not at all intimidating," Remus said.

"You always have to ruin everything, don't you Remus?" Sirius said rolling his eyes before look at Mattheo holding his hand out, "Pleasure to meet you, Mattheo. I'm Sirius Black, no need for sir or Mr Black. Just Sirius."

"Pleasure to meet you too, Sirius," Mattheo said shaking his hand.

-

I'm guessing that Dumbledore told Sirius about the Harry incident because when we got home Sirius took Harry into his office and you could hear Sirius yelling at Harry all the way from the other side of the house.

Mattheo was allowed to sleep in my room, Pansy and others all got their own rooms. The place was big so it could happen.

That night Mattheo held me while stroking my hair softly, "I can get used to this," He said causing me to smile.

"Me too," I said, "Just think in a few years we'll be in our own house all alone."

"You're belly is going to be swollen big by then," He said and I chuckled.

"Slow down, we have to get married before that happens," I said.

Mattheo was silent for a few moments before he spoke up again, "Let's get married then," He said and I laughed.

"Matt, I'm only 16, I'm not getting pregnant now," I said still laughing.

"Of course not, but I'm serious," He said and I stopped laughing, "Let's get married."

I sat up looking at him, "You're serious?"

"Love, we don't know what's going to happen," He said, "What if you die? Or me? What if I die?"

"Don't talk like that," I said and he now sat up taking my hands in his.

"I'm serious," Mattheo said, "Let's get married. Do one crazy and reckless thing before something happens and then we'll never get the chance."

I sighed as I looked into his eyes. I can't believe him. Fucking idiot.

"You fucking idiot, what the hell?" I groaned and laid back on the bed, his eyes widened at my words, "Twisting my fucking arm, now I have to get a new dress."

Mattheo sighed in relief before he leaned down and kissed me, "I love you," He said.

"I love you too, you fucking idiot."

#mattheo riddle #mattheoxreader #mattheoriddle #mattheo #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheoriddlefluff #mattheo riddle x fem reader #mattheoriddlexreader #x reader #draco x reader #harry potter #reader insert #x fem reader #draco malfoy x reader #lorenzo berkshire x reader #riddle #riddle x reader

[lordiedams]

IT SUCKS BUT IT IS WORTH IT - FANFICTION

south park

Kenny & Kevin & Karen McCormick

Light angst, tw vomiting, bonding over shitty life

It sucks. Kenny thinks to himself as he drags his backpack into his house.

The moon was shining outside, his parents snoring in their bedroom, none bothering to wait for him.

It's been about a month since Kenny had found his first real job, after school in a restaurant as a waiter.

His feet were throbbing from standing and running around that stupid restaurant for hours on end, only to receive barely enough to cover a box of cereal in the morning.

Kenny took a deep breath when his stomach groaned painfully, he hasn't eaten anything since his school lunch, and he wasn't sure if he could force himself to try making anything edible, his body was just so exhausted.

Dragging himself to his bedroom, he dropped the bag on a corner and flopped on his bed, grimacing at the loud crack of his back.

"I just need to go to sleep. " he thought to himself, closing his eyes.

The door slamming shut forced his eyes back open.

For a moment he just listened as steps stumbled around the living room. A groan escaped his lips.

" Please don't be drugged…" He thought, forcing himself to get back up. "Please don't be drugged.."

He opened his bedroom door and watched as his brother slammed his shoulder against the wall to hold himself upright.

— You're drunk. — Kenny said, matter of factually.

Kevin didn't reply with words, just grumbled a bit and tried taking another step.

Not wanting to watch him faceplant Kenny held on to his brother's, slowly dragging him to his bedroom. — Shut up, you want dad to beat you up?! For fuck sakes…

Kevin had the decency to not make another sound until they were both inside.

Kenny turned around to close the door for only a moment, but when he turned, his brother was already kneeling with his face inside the trash can, throwing up everything he drank.

— I'm not cleaning that, you're dealing with it. — The youngest commented, laying back down on his bed and simply watching the ceiling.

He expected to fall asleep at the sound of his brother heaving and gagging, but what he heard was a quiet sob.

— Kev? — He asked, now a bit concerned. His older brother didn't usually cry, at least not in front of him. Most of the times Kenny had seen Kevin shed any tears was by accident.

— I'm so tired…— Kevin mumbled, forehead against the cold wall, arms hugging the trashcan close to his chest. A pathetic sight that Kenny was way too used to.

— Me too… — Kenny replied, not taking his eyes off the cracks on the ceiling. — I worked all day, I got screamed at, spit at, shoved around… For … 15 bucks.

Kevin looked back down at the trash can when another wave of nausea hit him. — This is so unfair…

— Life is not fair.

— No, you're not listening… Today was shit.. tomorrow will be even more shit.. And the next day, and the next and the next… It's all fucking shit… and for what? — Kevin closed his eyes tightly, groaning as tears streamed down his face, he hated crying yet he couldn't stop.

For a moment, the bedroom fell into silence, simply because Kenny didn't have an answer.

His mind went back to his friends, the four idiots he couldn't help but love with all his heart, who he would follow to hell and back because he cared just enough to feel like doing so.

And then, Kenny thought of Karen, her sweet smile even when things got tough, how she would draw her brothers little pictures with crayons depicting them both as super heroes.

— Karen… — He finally replied out loud.

His brother hummed in confusion, also stuck in his own head to hear his brother at first.

— Karen is the reason… She's who we work for… — Kenny sighed, sitting up in his bed. — We're doomed, I know that much… We have been through shit since the beginning, we powered through every single shit day. And we're going to continue doing that, so Karen doesn't have to.

Kevin slowly put the trashcan back on the floor, the bottle of tequila finally hitting him like a truck, his head pounded. — So Karen can … Go to college one day, and move the hell away from this hellhole…

He very slowly managed to get himself back up flopping on the bed besides his younger brother. Both grimaced at the smell, Kenny smelled like sweat and food trashed and spit, Kevin smelled like cigarettes, booze and mud. Neither had showered today.

— Gross… — Both mumbled to one another, pulling a small chuckle from each other.

— Tomorrow… I'll ask Shelley if I can take a shower at her place… I'll smell better..

Kenny rolled his eyes. — You can dive in rubbing alcohol and you will still smell, it's in your DNA.

Kevin shoved his brother slightly and Kenny was going to attack back when he heard the door of his bedroom creak open.

Both looked over to see Karen, clutching her doll on one arm and a blanket on the other.

— Come here, kid. — Kevin said, extending a hand to call his little sister onto the bed.

— I had a nightmare… Mommy locked her door so I couldn't wake her up.. — Karen sniffed, Kenny gently dried her tears with one hand.

— Good news, we can have a little slumber party tonight to keep the nightmares away. — Kenny suggested with a gentle smile, moving a bit to the edge so Karen could be in the middle.

— Are you staying for the slumber party, Kevin? — Kevin didn't had the heart to say no.

— Of course, you know how I 'love' to share a bed with Kenny. — He gave her a little poke at the nose, which caused her to giggle.

It always surprised Kenny how well Kevin could pretend. He knew his brother was stressed and sad, most of all tired. He was too, but he never not smiled when it came to Karen.

Kenny also had gotten that habit, yes he was exhausted, his feet hurt so bad he was scared he would have a limp in the morning but, he never let that through, never forced it onto his little sister.

She deserves to have a good life, a life where she doesn't have to watch her brothers kill themselves for a respectable meal.

Kenny and Kevin were ok with that, because Karen was worth fighting for.

#my art #south park #kenny mccormick #kevin mccormick #karen mccormick #light angst #oneshot

[sunnyie-eve]

3 | Waterfall

Series: Odds Together

Paring: Ryan Dunn x OFC Margera!

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: None

| MASTERLIST |

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"I'd do the barrel in Iceland again." Ryan says as we all drink and I watch the guys play pool.

"Again? You pussied out last year in the winter." Bam laughs at him.

"I'd done it, iv wasn't too cold. But I'd do it any time." He says making me laugh at time along with the others.

"You're only saying this because your drunk, Dunn."

"Dude, I'm not even drinking." He says making me laugh more.

"At the moment but you have been."

"If we were in Iceland tomorrow... would you do the waterfall. Think about it before you say it." Bam tells him.

Ryan counts to three with his fingers, "Definitely." We all laugh at him.

"I'll buy a ticket." Bam says and I knew he seriously meant it too.

"You are going to regret all the shit talking you're doing." I pat Ryan's back as I drink my beer.

"It's so not a big deal! Let's go there!"

The next morning I wake up early and Bam comes into my room showing me a piece of paper. "I knew you'd actually get it. All because of a bar argument we're going." I shake my head at him.

"Get a bag packed, sis. I'm gonna go wake the guys up." He leaves my room so I follow him.

"I wanna see his reaction because he probably doesn't remember shit. Plus I already did because I know you."

We make our way down to the basement and wake Ryan up first. "What?" He asks confused so Bam shows him the paper.

"Iceland. We're going right now." He tells him.

"Shut up." Ryan tells him.

"I'm serious. Look." He says as Ryan sits up and he goes to wake Raab up in the closet he stays in. I go back to my room to get my bag then join everyone downstairs as we talk about how much shit talking Ryan did last night.

"Yo Waterfall, we got a plane to catch!" Rake calls out as we get into the van.

"Waterfall. That's just his name now." Raab laughs.

The whole ride we still keep laughing about Ryan. When we get to the airport and wait some I shake my head at Ryan. "What?" He asks.

"You and your mouth last night. You regretting it yet?" I ask him and he nods his head very little. "You should really watch what you say when you drink."

The plane ride wasn't that much to me because I got to seat next to Bam and he didn't talk that much. When we got to Iceland we all get in a bus to get to the rental car. The ride was terrible because all the farting was hell even when we get the rental car.

Bam wanted to stop at the Blue Lagoon so that's something we did too. "I'm not gonna want out after this because how cold it is." I say as I stay next to Raab in the water.

"Agree." He laughs before grabbing me and dunking me under water with him.

"Your such an ass." I push my hair out of my face as he brings us back up.

"Remember when you used to like this ass." He shoves me.

"You mean when we were 12 till 14?" I laugh at him. "Then yes, I do remember when I liked your ass when we were kids." I go away from him and the guys to relax some.

The ride I hated with how everyone had to mess with everyone. As I was taking a nap in the back I kept feeling hot breathes blowing on me. "That's disgusting." I cover my face as Raab and Dico laugh at me.

We come to a stream across the road but we don't know how deep it was so Rake gets out to see by throwing a rock. "What's the worst that can happen?" Bam gets back in.

"We can get stuck." We all tell him.

"What do you think the chances are?" He asks so they tell him 50/50.

Raab tells him he thinks the left is more shallow making Ryan and I say right because we can see the rocks better but Bam just goes right through the middle.

As we keep going we run into many more rivers we had to drive through to get where we were going. The water starts to fuck up the engine as we try going up a hill. "We're gonna have to get out and push it. It's our only option." I tell the guys and they groan and we all pile out.

Finally making it through rivers and basically a lake we started looking for a barrel, which took forever. We finally found where to get one but Bam stole it for a chemical plant. "It's really hitting you now, huh?" I notice Ryan's face spaced out behind me as I look back at him.

"Yeah, everything thing is really coming together now." He sighs making me climb over the seat to sit next to him.

"Is he still asleep?" Bam asks about Ryan.

I look down at my lap since that's where he was resting his head, "Yeah. Ry..." I mess with his hair waking him up.

"It's barrel time. I found it." Bam tapes him so he gets up.

"Now we just have a 4 mile hike." I groan seeing the map.

When we make it to the waterfall I didn't want Ryan to do it. It wasn't the safest thing and I didn't think he would go through with it. I wanted him to chicken out again. "You have got to stop saying shit when you drink. This is so stupid, Dunn." I tell him worried as he stares at the waterfall. "What if you get seriously hurt doing this shit? It's not worth it. Let them just call you a pussy." I grab his and as it was just the two of us.

"I can go through this." He says not very confident.

"Ry... you're super claustrophobic. You in that barrel... equals no extra space whatsoever."

"Thank you for caring but I'm not doing this again." He walks over to them.

"Just hop in." Bam tells him so he mocks him before getting in. The second he was all the way in he gets back out.

"Fuck this." He lists everything he didn't like. "I don't give a shit you bought a ticket to god damn Iceland. I was fucking drunk." He gets out all the way walking away.

"Go talk him into it. He listens to you at times." Bam shoves me away but I was gonna go over to him anyways.

"You know I won't give you shit." I sit next to him.

"Because you're nice and understand." He huffs as Bam comes over to talk to him about going so Ryan points out all things that could make things go wrong.

When Bam leaves us Ryan just sits in silence hyperventilating some making me rub his back. "Fuck it." He gets up after minutes saying he'll do it.

"Are you sure?" I get up too.

"Let's just get it over with." He shakes his arms.

"Hey, I'll be at the bottom to help get you out quickly." I grab his arm he gives me smile so I head down to water. I pull hoodie and shirt off not wanting get my clothes wet when I jump in so I have something dry to put on on.

"Anna, just wait to get in." Raab tells me as I pull down my pants too. "It's too cold to wait-,"

I jump in the water freezing my ass off. "Fuck." I come up with my teeth chattering.

As soon as Ryan hits the water I swam over to the barrel first. "I got you." I say using all my strength to pull him then Raab and Bam jump in helping me get Ryan out of the water. "You're taking too long." I complain as they try getting the lid off so I do it get it off right way.

As Ryan quickly gets out panicking and the guys keep asking him if he was alright. He rushes out of the water going to lay on the rocks breathing heavy quickly. "Just give him a second." I try to keep get them to give him some space. "In and out slowly." I squat down next to him carefully placing my hand on his back. As he slows his breathing down I move my hand to his and he grabs it.

"You almost ready to get up?" I ask him and he slowly gets up with Bam coming over to help. Bam gives him a hug asking if he was alright so he nods his head. "Told you, I'd be at the bottom." I wrap my arms around him and he does the same to me.

"Anna, put your clothes back on before you start turns blue and purple." Rake says grabbing my clothes off the ground making Ryan steps back some to look at me in my bra and panties.

"I didn't want to get my clothes wet because I'd freeze faster in wet clothes out of the water." I explain shivering.

"Your lips are purple now." Ryan holds me in his arms trying to keep me warm as Rake brings me my clothes.

"Thank you." I move from Ryan putting my clothes back on to warm up.

"I can't believe you." Raab shakes his head at me.

"What jumping in basically naked? You need to put something on because you're turning red." I tell him so he goes to get his shirt.

We spent the night under the sky in the fucking wind to celebrate Ryan going through with it. Even in a long sleeves with a thick hoodie and wrapped in a blanket I was still cold. "I appreciate what you did earlier." Ryan wraps his blanketed arms around me.

"What part?" I turn around to face him for more warmth wrapping my blanket arms around him to get some of his body heat.

"All of it. Being first to me, quick to get the lid off, and helping me calm down." He rests his chin on top of my head.

"Well I was worried about you. You're kinda like my best friend too." I look up at him as he moves his chin.

"Last time you called me that was before you moved away. I'm glad you're calling me that again." He squeezes me.

"Here." Bam comes over to us putting his beanie on my head. "You're the smallest out of all of us." He chuckles.

"You're actually acting like a brother." I laugh moving from Ryan giving Bam a hug.

#jackass #johnny knoxville #ryan dunn #bam margera #steve o #chris pontius #wee man #dave england #ehren mcghehey #preston lacy #jeff tremaine #spike jonze #jackass 2 #jackass 3d #jackass forever #viva la bam #cky crew #Brandon DiCamillo #Chris Raab #Edward Webb #rake yohn #raab himself #ryan dunn ff #ryan dunn imagine

[pancake-breakfast]

When I said I wasn't ready for this to end on my last post I didn't intend to then not post until the weekend, but somehow using TriMax to try and soothe my JJK feels didn't seem like a good idea, so here we are.

Stream-of-consciousness thoughts for TriMax Vol. 14, Chapters 4-6 below.

Chapter 4: Never Give Up! Never Surrender!

CW: Blood (in color)

This honestly seems like an odd title given how suicidal our main character is, but let's run with it. Maybe it's referring more to the Earth Fleet.

Vash, asking important questions.

WTF, why is dead Legato just standing there screaming? Like, yes, I get that him standing around screaming in an unsettling fashion is totally in character for him, but... he's dead, yeah? Or... is it Vash screaming? I mean, I feel like screaming is generally the appropriate response to Legato showing up.

What the...? Surprise Wolfwood. He looks in pretty good spirits for a dead man.

Dang, that's a lot of ghosts.

OMG it's REM.

Wait, is he dying? Like, I know he's dying, but is he dying dying??

Oh, he hit a wall between him and them. He must not be quite gone yet. But gods, his hair looks fully black here.

Oh, wait. It has just a bit of lightness in it still.

Vashie looks sooooo tired.

Meanwhile, humanity is trying its very, very best to communicate with the Plants Knives has absorbed.

Ooh, looks like the Plants are forming Opinions.

That's a big boom.

Oooh, critical failure for Earth Fleet.

The good news is Knives and/or the Plants he's merged with just saved all of Humanity on Noman's Land. The bad news is everyone still has to deal with Knives.

Hahahahaha, this kind of spirit is the soul of Trigun. Thanks, girls.

You're right, Meryl. It's absolutely too heavy a burden for him to carry alone. I hope he knows you feel that way. And not just you, but so many others, too. I hope he's at a place where he can accept that.

Wait, what cracked Meryl's helmet?

Eyyy, Vash is conscious again!

Chapter 5: Ticket to the Future

Where's he stuck? Limbo?

Ahhhhh! He heard Meryl's words!

Oop, feather to the face for Vash, too.

I like how he calls himself Vash the Stampede in his head. Not Vash. Vash the Stampede. You have to say the whole thing.

I still don't know what the hell he caught, if anything.

Dang, Knives isn't even gonna bother slaughtering the humans. He's just gonna leave them to rot.

What is that noise, Knives? Is it maybe your sisters? Are they now making their noise un-ignorable?

Were you really united? Did you ever actually check with them? Or did you just assimilate and assume that because the assimilation took, they were in agreeance?

It's not just Vash at this point, though, is it?

Wait, is Vash gonna plug into Knives? Ohhhh, he does not look enthusiastic about this move.

Sooooo much giant Plant underboob.

Oh, Vash is going to plug himself into the connection they've set up to try and talk with the Plants. That's hella dangerous. Has he ever been plugged into anything before? What if he can't maintain his sense of self in there? Though I guess Chronica could when she plugged into Domina... but that was only a fraction of the entity Vash is gonna jump into, and the entity he's gonna jump into includes Knives.

Hahahaha, I feel like Knives telling Vash not to touch him is exactly the fuel Vash needs. Big sibling energy here.

This looks distinctly unpleasant for the both of them.

Everyone's screaming for ice cream here.

Eyyyy, the giant fused entity is dissolving! Presumably into feathers.

Yyyup. Feathers. Weird-shaped feathers.

Wait, is Vash falling?

More screaming, but this time in Japanese.

LOL, it's not tenacity but recklessness. Fair. This is Vash we're talking about.

I feel like I keep saying this, but Knives doesn't look so good.

I keep saying that about Vash, too, but it continues to be true.

All these freaking feathers. I'm STILL blaming CLAMP for this.

Chapter 6: Mind Games

Memories for everyone!

Yeah, Meryl's allowed to panic a bit when she gets inundated with foreign memories again.

But look at her, doing her best to stay focused. She knows Vash is at his limit and she's doing her best to support him.

UGH, HE CAN FEEL HER EMOTIONS!!! HE CAN FEEL THEM!!!! That there's a rare genuine Vash smile. He may not know if it's gonna work, but he's so grateful for her effort and support. He's glad she's here for him right now.

This is a Thing. Everything dissolves when communication ends. When there's no more room for it, whatever the reason may be.

Heh, they call Vash "Red Brother." I approve. I think he'd like that.

Love and Peace, yo.

They're leaving Knives.

I bet in Stampede, if they get this far, everything will dissolve into flowers. That is NOT LESS CLAMP-LIKE.

Ooof, there's just a mess of bulb-less plants lying everywhere now. That seems dangerous for them.

This guy doing what he can to communicate via a feather. I approve.

This scene. I love this scene. I love the tenderness of his touch on the one Plant's head. I love how he changes his words from a statement of fact, a demand and a command, to a desperate request. I love her smiling peacefully through her tears.

Vash is up and on his feet!

WHAT IS THIS?!?! WHAT IS THIS PROMISE THAT HE'S NEVER MADE BEFORE?!?! WHAT IS THIS WILL TO LIVE AND TO COME BACK AND TO SPEND TIME WITH SOMEONE HE CARES ABOUT INSTEAD OF RUNNING AND RUNNING AND HIDING AND ISOLATING??!?! WHAT. IS. THIS?!!?!?!?

After watching Stampede, I read somewhere that someone was saying how those who were familiar with the series were gonna have fun explaining to Stampede-onlies how Knives getting destroyed in July is just him being dramatic. Looking at him missing HUGE CHUNKS of his body and yet still somehow maintaining his basic shape, I can't help but think he's being dramatic again.

"My head's killing me." You don't say? Maybe it's because HALF OF IT IS MISSING?? What a freaking dork.

I... honestly don't know if what Vash is aiming for here is something that can be defined as "freedom."

Howwww can there only be two chapters left??? [insert panicked hyperventilating]

Chapter Archive

Trigun Vol. 1: Covers + 1-3, 4, 5-6, 7-8, 9-10 || Vol. 2: Covers + Extras, 1, 2-4, 5-6, 7-8

TriMax Vol. 1: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5-6 || Vol. 2: Covers + 1, 2-4, 5, 6-7 || Vol. 3: Covers + 1-3, 4-5, 6-7 || Vol. 4: Covers + 1-2, 3-5, 6-7 || Vol. 5: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5-6 || Vol. 6: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5-6

Archive Intermission for Formatting Reasons!

Vol. 7: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5-6 || Vol. 8: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5 + Bonus || Vol. 9: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5-6 || Vol. 10: Covers + 1-3, 4-5, 6-8 || Vol. 11: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5-6 || Vol. 12: Covers + 1-3, 4-6, 7-9 || Vol. 13: Covers + 1-3, 4-6, 7-9 || Vol. 14: Covers + 1-3

Extra Credit Archive

Trigun Vol. 1: Nebraska vs. Vash's Motivations, Vash's Loneliness, Vash's Depression (pt. 2 of post), Soupy Brains || Vol. 2: Coin Factoids || TriMax Vol. 1: Lina, Vash, and a Haircut || Meryl, Vash, and the Pursuit of Happiness || Vol. 5: Knives, Vash, and Hatred for Humanity || Vol. 6: Coping Series: Wolfwood, Meryl, Vash || Vol. 8: The Uncoordinated Counterattack || Vol. 9: Justice, Punishment, and Mercy, The Tolling of an Iron Bell || Vol. 10: Crucifixion Symbology (pt. 2 of post), Merging of Families, Being Childlike (And Why God Hates Chapel) || Vol. 11: New Hair, New Outlook

#trigunbookclub #trigun maximum #volume 14 #pancake thoughts

[mccdreamys-writes]

smiles for miles – 16. don't keep me waiting

and i'm gon' love you until we're dead and gone, so i'm waitin'. - Bailey Zimmerman, Waiting

S E P T E M B E R   1 9 T H   2 0 1 1

In the aftermath of the terrifying events, time took on a strange quality, like it was stuck between reality and a dream. From the moment Maile was shot to when the doctor spoke, it felt like time was both rushing by and standing still all at once.

Each moment blended together into a whirlwind of chaos and uncertainty. There was the rush of adrenaline, the frantic attempts to stop the bleeding, and the anxious wait for news from the operating room. It all mixed together into a mess of pain and fear.

Then, when the doctor delivered the news, it felt like time stopped completely. The possibility that Maile might never wake up filled the room with a heavy sense of sadness and disbelief. It was like a dark cloud had settled over everyone, making it hard to see any light ahead.

"What did you just say?" I could barely get the words out, my voice shaking with disbelief as I tried to understand what the doctor was telling me. She stood there in her white coat, her words hanging in the air like a storm cloud on the horizon, ominous and heavy.

Her initial reassurance felt like a distant memory now, replaced by a sense of uncertainty that left me feeling lost and confused. I struggled to make sense of the sudden change in her tone.

"I know this might be difficult to hear," she started, her voice gentle but filled with a sense of impending sorrow.

But I couldn't let her finish. My heart pounded in my chest as her words crashed over me like a wave. "You said everything was fine," I interrupted, my voice shaking with desperation and disbelief. "And now you're saying she might... she might..."

I couldn't bring myself to say the words, to acknowledge the possibility that she might not make it. It was too painful to even consider, a reality that I couldn't bear to accept.

As the doctor in the white coat delivered her bleak assessment, her words hung heavily in the room, each syllable dripping with uncertainty. Any glimmer of hope we had felt was quickly dashed by the harsh reality of her diagnosis.

"It seemed like everything was going well at first," she started, her tone solemn, filling the room with a sense of sadness. "But the latest test results show that there's been no improvement."

Her words felt like a weight pressing down on me, making it hard to breathe. I felt like I was standing on the edge of a cliff, teetering on the brink of despair with every passing moment.

Just as I was about to stand up, unable to bear being away from Maile's side any longer, Morgan stepped forward to thank the doctor. His gesture, though well-meaning, felt like a betrayal of the pain I was feeling. I shot him a glare filled with anger and hurt, unable to put into words the depth of emotion I was experiencing.

With a calm yet firm tone, he stepped in, his voice a soothing presence amidst the chaos of emotions swirling around us. "You're not helping anyone by taking it out on that woman," he said, his words offering a sense of clarity in the midst of confusion.

His eyes met mine with a deep understanding, a reflection of the bond we shared and the challenges we'd faced together. It was a reminder that, in times of trouble, sticking together was crucial.

"I know it's tough," he continued, a hint of regret in his voice, "but taking it out on her won't change anything. It won't make you feel better, it won't get her to work harder, and it certainly will not get Maile back any sooner."

Each word carried a weight of truth, a reminder that getting angry wouldn't solve anything. It was a call to focus on finding solutions rather than getting lost in despair.

In a rare moment of vulnerability, I couldn't hold back anymore. Emotions I'd been keeping inside since that awful day poured out like a flood. I didn't need to say anything; the pain on my face said it all. Tears streamed down my cheeks, each one carrying the weight of so many memories and so much sorrow.

It felt like a dam had burst inside me, the grief and sadness too much to bear any longer. Each tear that fell was like a piece of my heart breaking all over again.

When Morgan put his hand on my shoulder, it felt like déjà vu. It reminded me of the moment we found out about Maile, a day that seemed like it happened in another lifetime, even though it had only been five days.

In those days that followed, time seemed to stretch on forever. We were lost in a sea of uncertainty and despair, with each moment feeling like an eternity. Emotions ran high, blurring the lines of reality and making it hard to tell how much time had passed.

But no matter how much time went by, that moment when we found out about Maile remained clear in my mind. It was like it had just happened, the pain still as raw as ever.

As tears streamed down my face, the room felt charged with emotion, like something significant was about to happen. It was like my sadness had become a part of everything around me, filling the air with a powerful energy.

I held my breath, watching as Maile's hand moved slightly beneath mine. It was amazing and a little scary, a reminder of how strong people can be even when things are tough.

As if by magic, Maile's fingers reached out towards me, like she was trying to connect with me. It was a delicate moment, full of possibility, as our fingertips touched in a gentle exchange.

Then, everything seemed to freeze as Maile's thumb moved ever so slightly. It was a small gesture, but it meant so much. It was like she was asking for comfort in a world that felt uncertain and scary.

In the midst of the tension, Morgan's keen eyes didn't miss a thing. He noticed a small movement in Maile's hand and felt a surge of hope mixed with caution. Turning to Reid, who was a calming presence in the midst of our emotions, Morgan spoke quietly but urgently.

In a hushed tone, barely audible above the hum of machinery and the soft murmur of voices, Morgan relayed his observation to Reid, his words laden with a sense of urgency. "Get a nurse, or a doctor. I don't care which, but tell them there's movement."

As I looked around the room, I saw Reid spring into action. He moved quickly and decisively, showing a determination that was unusual for him. It was like he was chasing down a UnSub, but this time, the stakes were even higher.

Seeing Reid's sudden change in demeanor brought a rare smile to both Hotch and Morgan's faces. It was a silent acknowledgment of Reid's dedication and the importance of what he was doing. It was moments like these that showed the strength of our bond, even in the toughest times.

In a moment that felt like it stretched beyond time itself, Maile's hand moved again. It wasn't just a twitch; her fingers moved with a graceful fluidity, finding their way back to mine as if they were determined to reconnect across the uncertainty that surrounded us.

In the quiet of the room, with the machines humming softly and voices murmuring in the background, my heart raced. It was a moment I'd been waiting for, filled with both hope and fear that had consumed me for what felt like forever.

With shaking hands, I looked away from our joined fingers and focused on Maile's face. Despite the bruises, her features were clear of blood. It was a relief to see her looking more like herself again, a sign that she had come back from the brink of death.

Then, almost as if by magic, I noticed her eyelids twitching. It was a small movement, but it filled me with hope. It was like a tiny light in the darkness, showing us that there was still life within her, despite everything.

With a gentle movement, Maile's eyelids began to flutter, like she was slowly waking up from a long sleep. Each small movement felt like time itself was slowing down, stretching the moment out as if it would last forever.

As her eyelashes brushed against her cheeks, the room seemed to hold its breath, waiting to see what would happen next. Every second felt like it was stretching on forever, like time itself had paused just for this moment. Then, with a graceful movement, her eyes opened, revealing the depth of her soul to the world once again.

It was a moment that felt incredibly important, like a victory of the human spirit over darkness and despair. In that moment, it felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders, replaced by a sense of wonder and amazement at the miracle that was happening right before my eyes.

With a voice filled with emotion, I whispered her name, a simple yet powerful greeting that held all my love and hope for her recovery. "Hey, Smiles," I murmured softly, each word carrying my wishes and dreams for her.

A serene smile spread across Maile's lips in response, a silent sign of the peace she felt in that moment. It was a smile that showed her strength, a light in the darkness that had surrounded her.

As her smile brightened the room, it felt like everything was bathed in warmth and calm. It was as if all the worries and troubles had disappeared, replaced by a deep sense of peace and acceptance.

Then, with a gentle sigh, she closed her eyes again, the smile lingering on her lips like a promise of better days to come. In that moment, it felt like time stood still, as if the world had paused to admire the beauty and grace that radiated from her.

As the doctor returned to the room, Reid's presence seemed to draw her in, as if his determination guided her towards Maile's bedside. It felt like there was an invisible force propelling her forward, driven by their strong bond and collective willpower.

With a gentle touch, the doctor gently encouraged Maile to open her eyes, her fingertips tracing a careful path across her eyelids. It was like she was unlocking a hidden treasure as the soft light of the room danced across Maile's pupils. Slowly, Maile stirred from her sleep, her consciousness awakening like a flame reignited in the darkness.

Maile let out a soft groan as she was roused from her rest, showing how tired and weary she was. But even in her discomfort, there was a hint of amusement in her response, a subtle recognition of the strange situation we found ourselves in.

In response to her groan, I couldn't help but chuckle, the sound mixing with a sharp intake of breath. It was a moment of lightness in the midst of everything, a reminder that even in our darkest times, there's still room for laughter and joy.

"Welcome back," the doctor said warmly, breaking through the laughter to acknowledge the significance of the moment. Her words were filled with relief and gratitude as Maile's eyes fluttered open once more, marking her return to the world of the living.

As exhaustion washed over her, Maile struggled to keep her eyes open, her eyelids fluttering with the effort. With a soft sigh, she succumbed to the darkness, her voice barely more than a whisper carrying a multitude of emotions.

"Alex," she whispered, her voice like a gentle melody floating in the air, filled with love and longing. In response, I moved closer to her bedside, my heart heavy with affection for her.

"I'm here," I reassured her, my voice trying hard to be a soothing presence in the quiet room. With a gentle touch, I ran my fingers through her hair, offering silent comfort and support.

Despite the weight of everything bearing down on her, Maile's lips curved into a smile once more, a comforting light in the midst of the darkness that surrounded us. Although her eyes remained closed, the depth of her emotions radiated from her, filling the room with warmth and hope.

A tear escaped from the corner of her eye, and I gently brushed it away, my touch soft and reassuring against her skin. In that moment, it felt like time stood still as she spoke those three powerful words that carried immense meaning.

"I love you, Alex," she whispered, her voice a gentle melody that touched my heart. In response, I leaned closer, my breath warm against her ear as I echoed her sentiment.

"I love you too, my beautiful girl," I murmured, my words a promise of unwavering love and devotion that echoed through the room.

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[truckstoptigers]

I can't just be a normal person, can I? like that just isn't possible for me. there are things I will never be able to do. there are even more things I will never be able to do comfortably.

sometimes I can't brush my teeth because of what the motion reminds me of. sometimes I wait a few days too many to take a shower because I don't want to see my body. sometimes I think about cutting all my hair off because the last time it looked like this, I was still stuck with my father. the only difference is that my hair is dark brown now. I can't help but think I got it from him, because my mom is blonde & my grandma, her mother, is a redhead, and my uncle (mom's brother) has black hair. I don't want to share ANY features with that man - he was the one to drag me into hell - but my aunt makes a point sometimes to tell me I do. it makes me want to throw up.

in my head it's a constant stream of these memories on loop behind my eyes, and it never seems to end, stretching on into infinity. the worst moments of my life playing in technicolour over and over and over again, and I'm powerless to stop it. all I can really do right now is distract myself, but even that doesn't work sometimes. that's when I have to sneak away to the bathroom/outside so I can cry and not have anyone see me. sometimes I can't cry at all. sometimes I can't stop. I get nervous when random numbers I don't know call me multiple times a day because I'm scared that somehow, one of those men found me again. it's highly unlikely, but that doesn't soothe the fear any.

there's pictures and videos of me out there somewhere. I know there is. my father regularly took his own photos/videos so he could keep them for himself, but also so he could sell them. he had the men he sold me to pay extra if they wanted to 'document' anything for themselves. there might be indecent photos/videos of me as a child, being abused, on somebody's phone or laptop right now, and that disgusts me. there's nothing I can even do about it. I didn't have a choice. and now I'm nervous whenever I'm in front of a camera because I can't help but think about the camcorders and cameras and phones they used.

my appetite completely disappeared around the time I started recovering memories. a lot of the time I can go hours, even days, without feeling hungry once. I've lost around 30 or so pounds at this point. the last time it was this bad, I was 13, extremely depressed, constantly crying & suicidal. I can get myself to eat if I smoke a bowl, but otherwise it's like hunger doesn't even exist for me. I get hunger pangs, but none of the hunger that's supposed to come with them. sometimes I have to stop eating before I'm done because I start to gag.

I remember that my father would withhold food & drink from me basically whenever he wanted. or he would force them on me until I was gagging and, sometimes, throwing up, which I then was promptly punished for as if it was my fault. punishments always hurt. there was really only a few ways I could 'make it up to him,' as he would say, and all of them had to do with me laying down somewhere for him and letting him do what he wanted. whenever I make a mistake I still think of that, and it makes even the tiniest 'oops' turn into an anxious stomachache that lasts for hours because my hypervigilance kicks on and tells me something bad is about to happen to me for something as simple as dropping a cup that doesn't even break. I don't cry and hyperventilate anymore, and it took years to get to that point, but I'm still terrified every time.

I get nervous when random men stare at me a little too long in public because I can't help but think that maybe, just maybe, he was one of the many men who abused me, and he remembers what I don't. I get nervous when we're in a store and there's a man walking behind me - I can't get myself to calm down, even when they pass by. I feel like I have to be on guard 24/7 and I feel like the second I let it slip, something terrible will happen because I wasn't paying attention. even my own stepdad standing too close to me can trigger this response, and he has nothing to do w/ what my father was doing. I don't like to be crowded, but sometimes my stepdad will purposefully get into my space because he knows I don't like it. he doesn't know why I don't like it, but I shouldn't have to divulge my trauma for my boundaries to be respected. it makes me just as nervous as it does when it's a random man I don't know.

I don't get to be normal. I didn't even have a fucking personality before it started because I was literally a preschooler. I will never know the kind of person I could've been if none of this ever happened, and I will never get the childhood I should've had. I get to live with chronic pain that makes it hard for me to do anything but sit and wait for my meds to work. I get to have violently graphic flashbacks for no discernible reason that turn me into a sobbing, shaking mess for hours. I get to live with the fact that no one has to answer for the horrible things they did to me - at least, not in this life. I get to be severely traumatized to the point of constant fear that it will happen again. after all, it did happen again freshman year - just with someone else. and I can never be sure it won't ever happen again.

I can't be 'normal,' and I hate my father for that.

#csa vent #sometimes the brutality of it all feels cartoonish #like. wow that actually happened to me. its all real. it isnt something my mind made up just because. it really happened. you know? #milo murmurs #im gonna start counseling soon. i just hope it helps #i keep thinking about it & about him. about the other men. they dont deserve that kind of recognition/regard but i cant stop #on one hand its like i Finally know why i am the way i am but. on the other its like. why the fuck did it have to be like that #i was barely four #and i was 12 when i got out for good... #oh god #wait. thats. thats actually nine years #almost a fucking decade??????? #fuck

[hopalongfairywren]

Sam Bucket Lore liveblogging

FUCK WE'RE LIVE

lore is starting in nine minutes ok. I can wait.

quackity inspires him omg. cc!Quackity really did raise the dsmp to new levels. It was already great but he made it fucking cinematic

tina shoutout! Everyone say thank you to cc!tina she is the reason

Sam bucket. I will never get tired of cc!sam saying saaam buuucket

wait its not over till its over... Huh. Damnit their goes my friday night

c!george cameo? They really are shoehorning in every lore deficient person into these finales huh.

creepy music ooh. I love the music its not spooky month yet but i feel like the music makes it come early.

jumpscares? Fuck. The things I do for minecraft lore

Bad, minecraft is fucking terrifying

Oh thank god the timeline is saved

STARTING

oh god it has a "disturbing content warning" and its crackling like a found footage thingy. Well dsmp fandom if I don't see a shit ton of halloween/horror projects after this imma be mad

recap! with creepy music!

god damn it im already on edge

c!sam thank you for having more reason than the average horror protagonist

YESS. WAIT KNIGHTS OF HOPE? WILL THEY JOIN? AU MATERIAL?

talk to foolish? At the same time as perhaps... the knights of hope... so interconecting lore and plotlines that compliment each other?

No one would come. Nobody trusts c!sam or c!bad because of their actions. Jesus christ. That's my angsty interpretation but it's probably everyone just going; "Well ghosts are real, you can revive the dead, their was a parasitic red egg that tried to kill us, but that..? That's ridiculous lol. Go take your meds."

c!sam is fucking terrified and trying to reassure himself that maybe this isn't real. I wouldn't exactly call it gaslighting (can we not water down the term gaslighting is actively malicious-)

Oh. He brought up being stuck in the egg. Get him c!Sam.

Past lorestream being mentioned in canon? consistency for lore/characters/timeline? Can this stream kiss me pls?

FUUUCK

why does the music sound like fnaf phone ringing stuff

aaand they split up. theyre totally dead

sam bucket

ok but imagine from an in universe perspective how terrifying this is. I'll make a detailed post later

fuck the worst thing is when its to dark you can't see the threat

is he gonna do the horror classic of sneaking into the monster?

YEP

EGG AINT GONE YET EGG MAINS STAY WINNING

jesus christ they took notes from classic horror movies didn't they

Oh god the og eggpire. This makes the current eggpire's actions even more horrifying. They knew they were wrong. they did it anyways.

And yet more proof that the dsmp has been inhabited long before c!dream and will be long after!

Sam bucket

Francis? FRAN?

Callahan? Dream? Slime? Who knows who started this take ur pick!

Oh god I was right. The eggpire people would have had a few momments of lucidity. Scp Slowburn sloth nightmarefuel shit right their

Oh he wanted his dog. Oh. :(

SAM BUCKET WAS WARNING THEM? OH? OH? (pls tell me this is the truth no sudden attack no jumpscare let sam bucket be good)

ok now i feel bad for what im gonna do with sam bucket in pitdd :(

Wait is this a trick? Oh fuck. FUCK.

Is he sacrificing himself or Bad?

Oh HIMSELF?

Now I REALLY feel bad for what I'm gonna do with sam bucket lore in pitdd. Ah well I wrote it back when sam bucket was new and its important

HE PULLED A SKEPPY REFRENCE WTF

OK that ending. I DID NOT SUSPECT THAT ENDING

So many questions. Is Sam bucket good? did he trick c!bad? Did he somehow escape after destroying the egg? did he kill c!bad after this or get him posessed? This doesn't end until cc!sam gets raided so I guess we have to find out....

Oh god back to the scary part no more whismical music

THE EGG IS FROM THE FUCKING NETHER?

Ok this left more questions then answers why did sam bucket show up outside after he blocked himself off. The implication of the Egg being from the nether. If this is the end I'll be confused.

oh wow this is late i forgot to publish it woops

#dream smp #dsmp #sam bucket #dsmp liveblogging #dsmp lore #awesamdude #c!sam #badboyhalo #c!bad #dsmp horror #horror tw #egg #the egg

[kelpan]

I'm not gonna lie, I'm actually pretty proud of this chapter. With it, we're about halfway through what I would consider Act 1. Just a bit more to get set in place before we can dive into the thick of things.

Enjoy!

Credit for the OC Chrysanthemum headshot goes to wwispie on Etsy! (Instagram of the same name)

Ao3: Petals on a Stream of Stars

Act 1, Chapter 7: Dancing is Good for the Soul

Tuesday

10:30 PM

Chrysanthemum

With weight properly centered, Chrys bent her knees and lowered her body in a gradual descent towards the floor, keeping her feet flat and pointed out. Rising up, she trailed her fingertips up through the air in a lyrical arch, slow and steady and controlled. Once more, down low, back straight, fingers floating towards the ground before settling over her belly, held barely a breath apart. 

Over and over again she repeated the warm-up, her aching muscles releasing stuck tension with every deliberate dip. She held firm to the bar beside her, something solid to keep her balanced and grounded as her mind slipped into comfortable muscle memory. While she was no stranger to exercise, it had been years since she tried to keep up with a dozen, over-energized kids for hours at a time, and they’d left her winded. She’d be stiff and sore come morning if she didn’t try to work out some of the kinks while she could.

Tipping forward, she trailed her fingers out in front of her, grazing along the floor, letting her non-dominant leg tilt in opposition towards the ceiling until it could go no higher, toes kept delicately pointed. Returning to center, she repeated the motion, this time facing the other direction, swiveling to switch onto the opposite arm and leg. 

Ballet had always been a sturdy foundation for her. Something to keep her moving, when all she wanted to do was flop onto the couch and stay there for the rest of the evening. It may be a struggle for her to devote much effort to self-care nowadays, but ballet didn’t count. It was fun. Relaxing. A reliable escape.

She didn’t dare spare a glance to the music stand and electric piano tucked out of the way in the farthest corner. That form of escape had been… off limits for some time now.  

In its absence, Dr. Libby had taught her breathing exercises, meditation techniques, the works. More “holistic” techniques than a New Age magazine could shove in its pages. They were all fine, she supposed, and sure to be helpful for some people. Just not her. If she spent too long with just her thoughts for company, they’d serve only to grow louder and threaten to break free. The last thing she needed were for those demons to be the ones running the show. Who knows what trouble she’d find herself in then. 

No, what she needed was to get her lungs pumping, to work-up a thin sheen of sweat. Only by physically shaking off her thoughts did they actually start to feel more manageable, and less like a monster waiting in the dark. 

Stepping out to the middle of the studio, her canvas ballet slippers skirted across the rubber padded floor soundlessly. 

“Alexandra, play “No Thoughts, Head Empty” playlist”.

Chrys’s voice bounced around the empty, mirrored room, the acoustics amplified without any soft goods to absorb it. An automated voice confirmed her command, followed by sharp violin notes which shot through the surround sound speakers, cutting the air and settling in her chest. Once drums and a fast-paced brass orchestra joined in, jazzy and powerful, Chrys let go, and released herself to the music. 

A side step. A kick. A twirl. Kneeling on the floor. Rolling over sideways. Standing upright. Arms thrown out in front of her, reaching. Back to her chest. 

Her body knew what it needed. Which emotions lived where. All she had to do was let it work its own way out. She relished in the lack of control, in moving however felt right. Muscles flexing and relaxing in turn, it was in here that she felt strong. Safe. What she wouldn’t give to live every minute of the day in this quiet pocket of space and time, where real life didn’t exist. Just her, and the music. 

But that would never be. Reality would inevitably rear its head, demanding she return to the world. Whether to eat, or sleep, or to attend to other needs, it didn’t matter. She’d have to leave her safe space one way or another. Pity that “socializing” was deemed as one of those basic human needs, according to her therapist. That woman would never stop urging her to get out more, no matter how little appeal the notion held. 

Least she could now report that her “trouble” client finally got a job, and wasn’t a complete failure. Perhaps their next telehealth appointment might go better than the last. A small blessing, Chrys supposed. 

But what would her well-intentioned doctor think of the new job, though? Would she approve? Funny how her little ploy to get her to “interact with more people” meant she’d be spending the majority of her time with an inorganic robot instead. Ironic, really.

Though, maybe it still counted. Be harder to convince her he wasn’t a person after spending the whole day with him. He walked, talked, acted like any other human being you’d encounter on the street. Well, maybe not any human. No one had as much exuberance and energy as he did, by far. 

In fact, the more she thought about it, the more right it felt. In less than 24 hours he’d seen more of her inner vulnerability than she’d let her own therapist see over a span of twelve months, a feat Chrys would have never have seen coming. Something about him just felt so welcoming and… and genuine. Like being with a real friend again. 

“Geez. I’m not that starved for attention… am I? Ugh.” She grunted to no one. 

The heavy, aggressive song ended, switching to one more somber and sad, full of string instruments and piano. Chrys gave into the pulls of her body again, letting it move along to the rhythm without direct input on her part. Her mind floated to the more uncomfortable recesses of her mind as she danced languidly about the room. 

She’d cried today. More than cried, she’d had a panic attack. Over something as stupid as thinking she’d get fired. What did she really stand to lose? She didn’t need the money, and it wasn’t like she’d become invested in the place yet. She scrunched her face as flashes of the moment forced their way to the forefront of her mind’s eye. How pathetic she must have looked, freaking out like that. Anyone else would have probably reported her to their supervisor then and there, getting her fired regardless. No one would want to put up with a blubbering mess, and she wouldn’t have blamed them.  

Not Sun though.

Sun was calm with her. Spoke softly, kindly, bringing her back to earth without judging her. He just… cared. He helped.  

And because of that, here she was, actually looking forward to going back to that place come tomorrow morning. A novel concept, really, though not an unpleasant one. 

Was this what it was to start to heal? To move on? To remember how it was to actually laugh again, and mean it? 

Guess the only way to find out would be to see this through.  

Thoroughly out of breath, Chrys panted her words, instructing the music to stop and walked over towards the door where she’d left a cup of water on the top of a storage cabinet. She drank deep, enjoying the sensation of the cool water spreading through her stomach. Taking in the room, her eyes settled on her reflection multiplied across the mirrors lining one wall. 

It was her mother who stared back.

Same shade of deep, dark red hair. Same long, slender limbs, centered around wide hips. Same oval face, and light skin sprinkled with freckles across her nose and cheekbones. The only feature she inherited from her father were her eyes–a bright, striking green. The last shred of evidence proving he ever existed.  

Setting down the now empty glass, Chrys clicked off the light and left the room, walking down the hallway towards the bathroom. She’d need a shower before she turned in for the night.

What would they think about their little girl now, she wondered? Hard to say for her Dad. As the years passed, remembering his mannerisms, his voice, his face, became almost neigh-on impossible. The curse of creating memories when one was so young. But her mom… her mom would have been happy, clapping her hands together and simply proud of her for hitting a goal. She’d never been picky about when to celebrate her daughter; Any little thing that could be a win, was a win. 

Too bad they’d never get to share in any of those wins together anymore.  

Stepping into the bathroom, Chrys flicked on the overhead fan and light, illuminating the white tiled room. She stripped out of her well-worn dance attire, and went to the glass enclosed standing shower to get the water going. After a second or two to allow the temperature to rise, Chrys stepped into the shower, letting the hot water and steam wash away her earlier exertions. 

In the hazy air, without the distraction of movement, Chrys’s mind drifted further. She wished she could tell her mother about her day, to talk about how crazy it was to be working with a robot, and how much she found she liked it. Coming home to this giant empty house, that had been far too big for just the two of them even when they’d first moved in, was the epitome of loneliness. The pervasive silence made it abundantly clear that this was not a home any longer, only a house. A single, oversized farmhouse with an equally large barn, on miles and miles of uninhabited, forested land. A single island of shelter in a sea of isolation. 

If she’d had siblings, maybe things would be better. But Dad had passed before they’d had another, and Mom never remarried. For as long as she could remember, it was just her and Mama. And the children Mama nannied. 

But for a while there, she thought she’d found a brother. Someone her age to grow up with, the son of a wealthy businessman. It didn’t matter to her that she got to stay in his family’s mansion while her mother looked after him. Spending time with him, exploring the gardens, staring up at the clouds and watching stars twinkle together without a care in the world, dreaming of what they were going to do once they grew up, were the highlights of her younger years. 

And now even he had abandoned her too. 

Chrys’s fingers worked through her tangled, wavy locks, lathering up the shampoo and washing it out under the waterfall shower-head. She closed her eyes and held her nose, lifting her face towards the falling droplets and letting them roll across her face. 

Sun had mentioned having a brother, Chrys remembered, as she moved out from under the water and wiped clear her eyes. A twin, he’d said. She had a difficult time trying to imagine what a twin of Sun would look like. As a robot, wouldn’t a twin be an identical copy? Wasn’t that how mass producing things worked? But that didn’t fit the reputation of Fazbear Entertainment. Every commercial screamed how unique and advanced their animatronics were. Wouldn’t make much sense to invest all those resources into a basic carbon copy.

Not all twins are identical, though. What if this was more akin to a fraternal situation, where they were related, but still their own person? That seemed more likely. She grabbed the bottle of conditioner off the shelf and squeezed a dollop into her hand, rubbing it into the ends of her hair and working it up through the strands from the bottom. She’d let it sit and soak in while she washed the rest of her body. 

What had Sun said his name was, again? Moondrop? How on the nose, to have a sun and a moon as a pair of siblings. Day and night, light and dark, yin and yang. Following that train of thought though, what might he be like? She tried to envision the polar opposite of Sun. If he was loud, playful, over-the-top; Would Moon be quiet and reserved then? Mysterious? Or mischievous? With the kids involved, she doubted Fazbear would make him too dark, despite his namesake. Kids loved tricks and treats, not monsters, especially when it came to trying to get them to go to sleep.

Turning off the faucet, the water falling from above slowed to barely a trickle, and Chrys exited the shower stall, careful to stand only on the mat so that she didn’t leave puddles everywhere as she dried off. She slipped into her cotton pajamas, grateful to her earlier self for having the good sense to put them there beforehand, and made her way to the kitchen for the last step in her nightly routine. 

She found her electric kettle right where it always sat, in its place of honor at the kitchen counter. With a quick browse of her stock, she settled on a simple classic; Chamomile tea for easy sleep with honey. Soon, steam rose from the ceramic mug, too hot to attempt a sip, but not enough to keep from enjoying the warmth that seeped into her hands, comforting amidst the growing chill in the house. The cuckoo clock clicked away the seconds as the wind picked up, rattling the window panes outside. A storm was likely working its way in.

Chrys stared into the cooling liquid, as if the answers to her thoughts were hiding there, the answers she’d avoided seeking until the last minute. Who was that she’d met when the lights went out in the storeroom? He’d startled her, sure, but could she blame him? She’d been foolish to bolt in the dark like that. If it hadn’t been for him leaping to her rescue, no doubt she’d be in the hospital right now, if she even lived to make it that far. She shuddered to think of how badly that would have hurt, to be so unlucky as to have been caught under that avalanche of heavy paint cans.

Yet, at the crux of it, she knew who that was. Or, at least, her gut told her she did. Moon. It had to have been him. Why else would he seem so eerily similar, so like Sun? She’d managed to mistake the two of them for goodness sake. And as dim as it was, she knew what she saw, even if only for a moment—that crescent-moon face was undeniable. 

But there were still too many unknowns for her to be confident in her conclusion. Why had he been there at all? Was it just because the power went out? Did that send some sort of signal throughout the building? It would make sense then that security would be sent to check it out. Though, if that was the case, why didn’t he say anything earlier? It was as if he was trying to remain unseen. 

…Maybe he was. 

Chrys chewed at her lip, sensing where her mind was going before she could, the answer waiting just on the tip of her tongue. Then, it all clicked, the epiphany ringing through her mind like a bell, causing her to sputter into her drink.

Their locations. They didn’t add up. 

The last she’d seen, Sun had left to search the left side of the room. 

He came back on the right.  

The same direction Moon had left the room from seconds earlier, and hadn’t returned. 

Chrys coughed up the liquid that had managed to fall down the wrong tube in her throat, setting the mug down onto the counter while she leaned against it for support. What did this mean? She saw the correlation clear as day, just not the causation. Sure, there was a chance there were connecting tunnels between the two, but that didn’t fit well into the time-frame, not to mention the fact that they should have run into the other along the way. So, unless there were some super secret robot abilities she was not privy to, moving to two different locations without intersecting in the middle shouldn’t be physically possible. 

At least, not for two individual people.    

No. No, this was crazy, even for a larger-than-life family entertainment center. Her imagination must be getting away from her. And yet… what if. What if this wasn’t a case of fraternal twins, like she’d first assumed. Or even identical. What if… they were conjoined? 

She had no idea how that would be possible. Or ethical, given that they were technically made, rather than born. But, still… something told her she was onto something here. 

There’d be no easy way to find out, of course, unless she decided to ask Sun about it point blank. With the nervous way in which he tip-toed around talking about the very subject of his brother, however, Chrys had a sneaking suspicion that doing so would be the wrong way to go about it. Still… she wasn’t without options. There were other ways to test her theory, though none as upfront or honest. She should just let it go, leave the thought be. It wasn’t that big of a deal if she knew their situation or not, nor was it really any of her business.  

A terse voice flitted into the back of her mind, urging her to reconsider. The same voice that came to her whenever the nightmares visited, the one that always spoke to her in hushed, seething tones whenever she felt her lowest. Now, it whispered that she’d be a fool to accept such an uncertainty. That being so forgiving and trusting with someone she’d just met was far too dangerous to let slide. Didn’t she remember what happened last time? Didn’t she know all too well what dangers thrived through ignorance, no matter how innocent? 

No, it… it was right. She had to know, if she were to continue in this job, that if she spoke to one, did she also speak to the other? Her heart ached at the idea of knowingly holding a secret motive towards an idea born originally out of thanks, especially towards someone who’d shown her such kindness, but the tension in her gut wouldn’t release until she gave in. For her own protection, she reassured herself, though the justification rang hollow even as she thought it. With a sigh, she consigned herself to another late night, leaving her mug of forgotten tea to grow tepid on the counter as she made her way down the hallway to her mother’s old craft room. One way or another, she’d have the answers she sought, one way or another.   

There’s no way they could be one and the same….right?

#fnaf fandom #fnaf fanart #fnaf fanfic #fnaf sun and moon #moon fnaf #sun fnaf #moondrop #sundrop #fnaf oc #fnaf original character #fnaf dca #dca fandom #dca fanfic #ao3 fanfic #SunxOCxMoon #Petals on a Stream of Stars #fnaf security breach #fanfiction #fanfic writing #fnaf Sun/MoonxOc #commissioned art

[literaphobe]

I'm glad we're talking about this cuz I've been thinking about it for awhile. I really wonder if it's lack of caring about minecraft, inconsistent mc content by quite a few of the larger ccs, interactions btwn different ccs that just don't seem to happen as much anymore, MCCI (I feel like there was a noticeable drop after this), fan base changing, obviously covid restrictions being gone was a big change and we could all see the drops in viewership over the last year. I can't believe the mcc viewer numbers were so low this last time! Sap was 20k though when he's typically less than 15k in mcc.

When I listen to george takes on streaming/content and obv waiting for the visa was a big block for him but I really wonder if he gets it and if he plans to go back to streaming at all? It almost seems like he's still stuck thinking about the covid numbers :/ It really doesn't seem like he's gonna go back to streaming regularly though, he has said he'd rather do big event stuff but now that he has his visa and is clearly happier than ever it'll be interesting to see what he ends up doing!

I think it took karl a little bit but he's definitely gotten more comfortable with doing what he wants with streaming and not stressing with viewership, it just fluctuates no matter what. I've watched long term "big" streamers jump from 20k+ up and down in an hour just cuz of the game change lol its just the nature of it. Sap is def up and down with doing what he wants and seems to struggle with confidence or maybe it's just him being lazy lolol sap being ok with saying he does the least in banter 🤣

Quackity had a long term dedicated audience even before covid but after joining karmaland and producing more consistent content I saw his numbers go back up (not that they ever got that "low" but it was for him)

Dream will prob pull large numbers but I think there's going to be a fluctuation with the drace reveal so we'll see! Also pretty much for the last year I've just considered george and dream as youtubers and stopped expecting stream content from them so when it does happen I'm even more excited lol sap too but he definitely streams WAY more than them

Also this is all just thoughts /lh and not meant to be neg/crit towards anyone! I like our discussions here, it's a safe space haha

I'll prob be around for a long time with them no matter what they put out but I do miss the mc content. I'm happy though that the reason this time though is b/c they're finally all together and we're getting all sorts of pictures! The only content that'll make me leave is the social experiment type shit like going out on the street filming ppl and asking questions or pranks on random ppl. I hate that stuff so much 😩 gives me the biggest ick fr

anon the fact that them making street interview content is what’ll make you leave is so 😭😭😭😭😭 anyway yeah its p much just how a lot of the big ccs sort of lack consistency and also how minecraft isn’t popping off the way it did during the pandemic… not too deep I suppose

#ask #mcc reddit

[popculturebuffet]

Pirate Month Patreon: Our Flag Means Death: "Pilot" Review (Patreon Review for Emma Fici)

Yo ho all you happy people! Pirate Month continues.. somehow. With some. The last few weeks have been rough seas, but pirate month sails on. And ironically, into the waters of HBO Max

Yeah after my shockingly popular rant last week, seriously any of you following or coming in from that or just in general

It's great to have you. But yes we're back to the dumpster fire that was once one of the proudest and best streaming services around but is now a self canablizing nightmare that won't go away. I've went from hoping any adaptation went here to hoping many flee in terror and praying some still actually get made. You used to hear me constantly singling disney out for their idiocy

But this somehow tops most of what they've ever done. These shows MIGHT return or someone else might be able to save the company, but for now we're just stuck praying anything we care about dosen't get cannonballed into oblivion and left where it's avaliablity is tenious at best. So why am I reviewing something from the network at the worst possible moment? Simple.. this was planned before. Emma has a busy schedule, so she tends to pick her patreons late unless I ask early, and being a forgetful sort, I can tend to. She's GOOD at it, with her picks having had me review incest civil war laser tag, badly animated sci fi nonsense and this glory

So it was only pure Parker Luck that HBO Max decided to canablize their animation for profit the same week I was set to cover this. But I realized something important: With access uncertain, with HBO max striking randomly and insanely, and with no safe harbor... I have to get off my ass and watch stuff that may be destroyed as soon as the next season is out, and as we've seen with Summer Camp Island it can happen BEFORE too, instead of waiting. Sure this project having a high profile creator attached, being a very high profile queer work , and having a huge fanbase MIGHT be a enough.. but given Logic and tact haven't really entered into this current dumbfuckery, it's best to see the series and review an episode NOW rather than wait and loose it in a tax writeoff next year after season 2.

So several paragraphs and f-you's later, we arrive at our real destination: Our Flag Means Death. And this really has been one i've been meaning to check out for some time: It's produced by Taika Watiti, whose lately become one of my faviorite creators: He's director of the all time cinematic classics What We Do In The Shadows and JoJo rabbit and the fun as hell Thor films Ragnarok and Love and Thunder, and created the excellent What We Do In The Shadows tv show, which is also on the pile. Feel free to boo I know I am, i'm missing peak Matt Berry by being behind on it, as well as producing another show i've heard nothing but good things about, Reservation Dogs. The guy is a genius so while he isn't writer or director here, and his character Blackbeard isn't in this pilot, he clearly picks projects he puts his name on very carefully and if he's remotely involved with something, it's usually a good sign it's awesome. Add in Rhys Dharby who I first fell in love with on flight of the conchords as Murray...

And while he could've easily stopped with this cult classic I also need to watch (I mostly followe dit via music videos when it was airing and haven't watched it despite having easy access since max launched because i'm stupid and forget it's there), he has since made a sizeable name for him as a voice actor. Seriously while he mostly plays smaller parts he's popped up in TONS of shows since the late 2010's, from Milo Murphy's Law, RIP, to Rise of the TMNT , also RIP, to shows that aren't dead probably. He's played warthogs, snowflakes, gay hypo's, evil pistachios and more but really hasn't as far as I can tell been a leading man in anything. He was important to FOTC, but this seems like the first time the guy has REALLY been let loose and thus that was a huge draw for me.

And i'm happy to say that even before it hits it's peak and becomes a gay love story involving blackbeard, something I didn't know I needed and can't wait to hit as I watch more episodes, Our Flag Means death is an instant classic from the pirate and has finally given Rhys the meaty starring role he's always been capable of. The show is everything I hoped for.

While most of you reading this are likely fans of the show already, a quick refresher for those who aren't as familiar, i.e. Emma most likely: Our Flag Means Death follows Stede Bonnet, based on the real life pirate I know nothing about of the same name, a posh aristocrat who fled his old life to become a pirate, and is trying to clean up piracy a bit: He pays his men wether their succesful or not, and built his ship, the awesomely named The Revenge, with a sauna, rec area, and a personal library he'd be glad to lend out to the crew if any of them besides his assitant, the equally posh Lucius, played by Nathan Foad. Like a large chunk of the cast, i've never heard of him but like said chunk, he's excellent so it really dosen't matter. Steed does compensate by reading the pirates a story every night, as of the pilot Pinnochio. He's essentially trying to run this pirate ship like a modern work place, basically if Micheal Scott and Leslie Knope got combined in some horrible teleporter accident and became a pirate, having the bad need to be loved and have a family and be liked as the other, but like the latter having some compietence, optiism and good intentions, just being too naive to realize how hard ti's going to be to get these through.

Unlike other work coms though, the crew can actually kill their boss if he annoys them too much and the pilot centers around that, with the crew preparing a mutiny, with the only ones not being on board as much being Oluwande, played by Samson Kayo, a kind sort whose fond of the captain even if he's not the best and Jim, a seeming mute great with knives played by Vico Ortiz.. who turns out to be nonbinary. Which is good for me I got spoiled on that as it means I won't get any prounounds long. Though none of the crew is bad, it's just how change is: the rest simply can't accept that stede's way of doing things is PROBABLY better and he just needs to grow into the position, with Oluwande being the only one aware that not only is this much better.. but that it's so rare it' sbest to enjoy it while he lasts. Hey I said he appriacates the captain, I didn't say he was in denial about Stede's odds of survivial. Leading the mutiny is the lisping Black Pete (Matthew Maher) , a wannabe tough guy who claims to have been on blackbeards boat and won't shut up about it and the Jerry from Parks and Rec looking Kristian Nairin as Wee John, a giant who wants to burn things. Naturally I love him.

So to offset the mutiny after several small insignifigant raids, Stede targets the biggest/only ship they can see and with Buttons conformation the crew gets ready to have a bloody good time gettin good and bloody.. but Stede has a full on Panic Attack as we flash back to his past. And this is where the show really got me. See I throughly enjoyed it and was on board to this point, the jokes were that kind of goofy creative type of humor I enjoy from Stede telling everyone to "look scary' to the crew only not killing him at the moment because he's one of the only two people who can read, the only one who can do the voices and they want to know how Pinocchio ends, and Stede deciding the best way to help with disatsifaction at first is a flag design contest. It's truly my kind of show.

But what takes it from really good to great is making stede far more complex than he appears. Don't get me wrong, I don't mind a work just being a goofy comedy. That's fine by me and Producer Watiti did wonders with that with What We Do In The Shadows, which had moments of pathos but was mostly just the story of a bunch of goofy vampires in new zeland and their dark bidding on the interent.

So series creator and showrunner David Jenkins could've kept at that and i'd of been fine.. but he took it one step further without undercutting the wacky tone entirely, which can be tricky but he pulls off well. From here we start seeing pieces of Stede's old life.. and it was miserable. The first flashback here has a butcher working for the family slaughter an animal in front of the kid, tell him not to look away then mock him for being soft.

Which is thinly coded as people bullying him for coming off gay. Spoilers, Stede turns out to be VERY gay., but it's always a dickish thing to do to bully someone for being diffrent and to be a homophobic twitsandwitch.

But we see through later flashbacks in teh ep Stede never fit in: He was bullied at school, chased, called slurs and then had his hands tied to oars and forced to row and at home there was literal distance between him and his family... no seriously he sat at one end while his family sat at the other

Stede was an outsider in his own home, his own LIFE, never accepted by anyone it seemed (other episodes may prove this wrong) and even now trying to find a new family, he's not really accepted. While the metaphor there given Stede is also a gay man and a not tradtionally masculine man, is subtle a knife to the eye, it still works because it dosen't overshadow the story but plays into it. Stede is not conventional.. yet he's a good man and while he may not be a good pirate YET his ideas aren't bad and he has his heart in the right place. I mean until someone cuts it out and holds it up as a trophy but for now he's trying to do the right thing he's just out of his depth. BUt he had no real other options: He coudln't get a divorce, given the century, his family , both immedite and other clearly never got him.. leaving to be a pirate, to try ANYTHING else is better than dying on the inside. He also uses the money he came from well: He gives his men a good wage, a tidy ship, and plenty of supplies. Odds are it'll run out.. but he's trying to do something better and more rich people coudl take a note from this fictional gay pirate and try and be better instead of hoarding wealth or cutting people's lifes works from a platform for 2.50 and an expired free pizza cupon.

Turns out though the ship.. is a HEAVILY armed royal naval warship and our heroes only don't die horribly because the Captain, Nigel Badmitton, a gloriously pompus name, is one of Stede's old bullies and thus dosen't buy the rumors that Stede is a pirate and Stede is able to quickly hide the crew as fellow aristocrats and servants.

The meal though is .. uncomfortable. Not only are the pirates naturally not really happy in the roll of high society snobs, but Badmittons crew are a bunch of racist twits who are unplesant to be around, and Badmittion himself a snobby bully who fondly recalls that incident with the oars I mentioned while the rest of the crew slowly get that "Okay this guy is a dumbass but he's OUR dumbass. " Things naturally break down once Stede is forced to humor badmittion and after one joke too many and Badmittion LAUGHIGN at the idea he could be a pirate, Stede tries braining him with a move Oluwande taught him.. and accidently makes the guy fall on his saber and into his eye

While the rest of the crew has a nice bloody massacre of most of Badmittions men after one's a racist to Oluwande starting with jim throwing a knife through a hand. While we don't see it, by the time Stede gets back to them only two are left alive and he's panicking over the corpse, not ready to have really killed someone, and only accepting it because Oluwande helps him, knowing that admitting to killing the guy will help the crew respect Stede.. which it does. Stede cements he can be badass for more than just accidedental murders by giving the one person they send back the same punishment his now dead captain gave Stede, showing that while Stede is out of his element, has clear trauma and may not be happy killin, which is a fair choice.. he's still got what it takes and thus his crew decides he can live for now. Also Jim's not a man OOOOO ALREADY SPOILED IT, and we end on a really nice bit: it being clear no matter how bad it was stede misses his family and treis to convince himself he's got a new one.. and him reading the crew pinoccio. Never has Rhys Darby reading a bunch of grown men to sleep been so touching.

So yeah Our Flag Means Death, at least the pilot is fucking fantastic. I don't know why the creators previous show failed: this one has style, humor and suprising tragedy, and excells at what it's producer does well: taking a mildly goofy but cool genre and poking fun at it while taking it JUST seriously enough to ground it. Our Flag Means Death is everything I hoped for and more and I highlyr ecommend watching it before it possibly burns. These are uncertain times.. but with Rhys Darby as a gay pirate... they might have some good times hidden in them too.

#hbo max #warner bros discovery #rhys darby #our flag means death #david jenkins #stede bonnet #Youtube

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DSMP: CATCHING UP WITH THE LORE, BUT I RECIEVED THE NOTIFICATION AN HOUR LATE AND I NEED RO WATCH MCC :'D. SAME DRILL AS LAST TIME

The green dude is still "he" and "him" and "his", Yada Yada yeah yeah yeahhh

Keep in mind that this is all roleplay.

♤-quotes

☆-important

♡-swear word censor

The twitch VOD is muted at the beginning, but it starts off with Tommy and Tubbo in front of "him" and Punz, and Tommy and Tubbo are dropping their things and "he" burned them all.

Omg "he" is making them drop everything EVEN FROM THE ENDER CHESTS, OH GOD.

Tommy gave away his How To S♡x book I'm sobbing-

Tommy's giving away his discs too

They're being led to a private part of the prison.

They dropped down a hole onto an obsidian platform over a giant pool of lava

THE ANTAGONISTS ARE TAUNTING THEM WHAT THE HELL

"He" wants to know why Tommy and Tubbo bombarded "him" after not bothering him for months

"He's" a gASLIGHTER YIKESSS

Tommy got scared by the mining fatigue effect again

"You can't play god." -Tommy♤

"Everything has a time limit. Nothing is forever" -Tubbo♤

"He" threatened Tubbos life to see what his limbo might look like, Jesus christ-

"I was never on your side, Tommy." -Punz

"HE" CALLED TOMMY AN ANNOYING BUG-

NO REASON???? "HE" SAID TOMMY RUINED "HIS" LIFE WHEN TOMMY SAID "HE" RUINED HIS

Tommy got scared by the mining fatigue effect again

"He" brought up Ranboo with the explosions OMG IT WAS RANBOO, "HE" MIND CONTROLLED RANBOO SO THAT HE'D BLOW UP THE PRISON, THATS WHY TOMMY GOT STUCK WITH "HIM"

Omg they brought up Vikkstar, LAZARBEAM AND VIKK ARE DEAD.

They killed them in so many ways-

"There's a whole another dimension with a dragon and an infinite void-" that's the End Realm. "He" found The End

PUNZ HAS DIED BEFORE, HE'S SEEN HIS OWN LIMBO.

Omg the chat is saying SLAY to PUNZ LMAO

"People need to die." -Punz♤

"PEOPLE DON'T NEED TO DIE, PUNZ" -Tommy♤

The antagonists said they must kill everyone in order to "balance" the world.

"He" asked Tommy why he didn't come back as a ghost before "he" revived him. Tommy doesn't know and doesn't want to know.

Limbo changes based on how you die and how many times you die

IS SEASON 2 THE RESTART??? IS SEASON 2 THE PURGE FROM THE ANTAGONISTS????? OH MY GOD☆

Ooh Tommy and Tubbo are test dummies, one of them is gonna die-

The pressure plate on the lava in the room their in is only for one person only, and the other one stays and dies. Punz and "the other guy" really said they were gonna leave and get lunch if neither of them leave. Punz wants a grilled cheese sandwich. They're gonna listen to music. Then when they do come back, they're gonna kill them both if they're still in the room.

"He" really said "warn the others about their inevitable doom and that's fine because it's inevitable" read a dictionary LMAO get some new words in your vocabulary

"I promised you to the end of the Earth but this looks like the end of MY Earth." -Tubbo♤

Wtf is a lurgie, is this some British thing I don't know about?? Cuz Tommy left the room because of it.

Tommy kept the discs from his Ender chest. "He" thinks Wilbur burned the discs, but no. Tommy told Tubbo to jump down the hole that would open once the pressure plate is activated and to not wait for him, but then Tommy realizes if he misses, then the discs are gone forever.

TOMMY THREW THE MELLOHI DISC AND MISSED, AND HE THREW THE CAT DISC AND MISSED AS WELL-

Tommy's inventory "glitched" and he lost both his discs, omg that's crazy, can't believe this happened, now Tommy's OBS "broke down", this is going in the bloopers reel. The stream is so laggy, and Tubbos just coughing-

THE CEILING HAS LAVA COMING DOWN FROM IT, THE FLOOR OPENED, TOMMY JUMPED, TUBBO DIDNT AND DIED, BUT THATS APPARENTLY NOT SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN, SO TUBBO JUST APPEARED NEXT TO TOMMY AND WE'RE GOOD NOW LMAO WHAT IS HAPPENING

They both managed to escape. "He" called them both idiots while laughing

Tubbo said they need to warn everyone about whatll happen, and Tommy said no. He's got TNT and flint and said he needs to do what he should've done a while ago

TOMMY IS GONNA BLOW UP PUNZ'S HOUSE

HE BLEW IT UP JESUS CHRIST

They're heading over to Snowchester now

Tommy is mourning his discs. They got him through everything.

"We've lost." -Tommy♤

"We're up against f♡ckin' Hydra. If we kill one of them they'll just sprout out another head." -Tommy♤

OH MY GOD, "HE" BURNED THE DISC TECHNO GAVE TOMMY, THE BOOK WILBUR GAVE TOMMY, THE DISC TOMMY PLAYED WITH SCHLATT, OH MY GOD THIS ACTUALLY KINDA HURTS-☆

Ngl, I hope "he" didn't actually burn those.

TOMMY STARTED CRYING NOOOO, BETTER BE FAKE CRYING, ISTG

Tubbo led Tommy to a giant platform and they went down a ladder to a giant room with a giant nuke. Tubbo claims this is Project: Early Dawn.

Tubbo thought that once "he" was defeated, he'd turn the nuke into a rocket and actually go to the moon. He was serious about L'moonburg

The nuke we thought was lost was actually the one used to make Project: Early Dawn. The person that stole the nuke was Tubbo. He thought he couldn't trust Jack anymore cuz he was acting different, so he hid it away☆

Tommy thinks killing the antagonists at the same time could save the server since they'll both be dead, they wouldn't be able to revive one another.

Tommy plans to lure both "him" and Punz together in the prison and makes Tubbo fire the nuke. Tommy is gonna sacrifice himself for the good of the server.

They're arguing over it now.

It doesn't look like there's any other ideas.

Tommy told Tubbo to live his life and make a nation called Tommyburg I cannot

"I broke death by staying alive. It's gotta be me." -Tommy♤

"I don't want it to be.." -Tubbo♤

They're breaking off the security bolts so that they can open the hatch to release the nuke

Hopefully comes up with the brilliant idea of a stasis chamber and sets it up off-camera LOL gets the tears rolling and then gets us with the "TOMMY LIVESS!!"☆

Tubbo keeps talking about a new person saving them and the server and I'm praying it happens but Tommy said his character wouldn't have a happy ending

No one would believe them if they said Punz was a villain. The fate of the server rests in the hands of 2 children.

Tommy pressed the button that opens the hatch for the nuke and a loud alarm goes off. 21 hours until the nuke gets launched.

Tommy suggests going to the bench, leaving the hatch open. No one visits Snowchester anyway. Maybe.

Wait what if Ranboo can't remember the things he's done is because every time "he" mind controls him, it makes forget whatever he did, like, it gets wiped from his memory as soon as "he" stops controlling him?☆

Tommy keeps saying it's his last time walking on the prime path, seeing his hotel, seeing L'manburg one last time.

Tubbo sounds desperate and sad and I'm sad too

Tommy asked Tubbo to put the Lmanburg flag in the crater on top of "his" obsidian contraption and let it fly high every single day, and to tell everyone of the life he lived, all the things he's done.

Tubbo is Tommy's legacy☆

"I want you to tell Michael. And Michael will tell his kids." -Tommy♤

"I'll be with Henry, Toby. It's okay." -Tommy☆♤

They're sitting on the bench and watching the sun set. It's quiet.

Tommy says we have to do this

"To the ends of the earth." -Tommy and Tubbo♤

"I'm gonna die tomorrow, Tubbo." -Tommyinnit. ☆♤

"Yeah.. yeah you are." -Tubbo_. ☆♤

DREAM SMP- THE LAST STREAM. TOMORROW AT 8PM GMT (3PM EST, 12:00PM PT, 2:00PM CT 1:00PM MT I'm going crazy with the times.)

I'll make sure to stare at twitch all day tomorrow so I won't have to miss it LOL

#dsmp lore #dsmp spoilers #dsmpblr #dsmp #dsmp tommy #dsmp tubbo #dsmp punz #dream smp #dream smp spoilers #dsmp ranboo

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ok

progging a story mode operation is. different. reminds me of the Baby Catz doing Gods or Dxun for the first time...omg. was that seriously over two years ago??? and WOW didn't realize how much I'd missed Clueless Baby Catz Just Learning How To Raid

I'll be honest, the SM of this op legitimately feels like a hard mode right now

but my buddies and I are having so much fun! :D

both of my teams are progging R4 right now, and we're trying to do it by figuring out the mechanics ourselves instead of looking at the guides, and

voice is just FILLED with laughter as we fail horribly and wipe to figure out "well That didn't work," but we're having SO much fun.

I'll put Catz Shenanigans™ under the cut for possible boss/mechanic spoilery reasons

for the team that ran last night, it was truly a Blind Run for all but like one or two of us. started out strong with me literally YELPING and panic-clicking when the elevator disappeared from under me to send me plummeting. I 100% thought I was dead there

we learned to Not use knockbacks on the adds leading to Disco Ball because we got stuck in combat.

Gham was laughing at my woes of "THIS BOSS IS NOT SNIPER-FRIENDLY!!! D:<" as we progged the Disco Ball. "what boss IS sniper-friendly???" "NOT THIS ONE" *someone else, quietly: "Titan 6??"*

someone in guild who gave us some tips popped in to watch occasionally. I was streaming into discord, and he joins to see me standing in one of the lasers and got a kick out of it. my excuse was something along the lines of "one or two doesn't hurt so Imma be a turret" and I Totally wasn't one of the first to die that pull

for calling shapes on Disco Ball, we have the Very Normal "circle," "square," and "tri/triangle." then there's "HEXEEE" with such a Strange Pronunciation I don't even know how to type it out. "h-YEH-xee" ????

for the other team, that ran tonight:

I'm technically one of the tanks for this team, but since the first few bosses are solo-tankable, my co-tank told me to go ahead and DPS since I brought my vanguard/sniper, and ranged might be good since All of the other DPS were maras and juggs

the part where the elevator collapses under you, Gham (healing) ran way ahead of the rest of us, and ended up pulling an add group and started getting melted.

me: "u deserved that"

Gham: "no heals for Oliver!!! D:<"

The doggo resulted in "wait is the same or opposite color supposed to take that?? it said something about opposite polarity" *opposite color person steps between boss and tank* *nearly gets one-shot* "uhhhh let's try the same color this time"

The Hallway™ is literal hell and was a boss in itself wtf jakls;djks

while everyone else dealt with the boss add, I bolted for the door and barely managed to finish my channel to unlock it before I got attacked again

we only got a few pulls in on the boss after The Hallway™, and it mostly involved us floundering to figure out how to use the secondary abilities efficiently to get rid of the roots.

BUT

we were all excited to try the new op. it's fun trying to figure out the mechanics ourselves

...a little afraid of when one/both of my teams start progging it in HM, though. if it has wipe mechanics in story mode, then HM has gotta be rough

#oliver vs ops #void ramblings #swtor #operation: r-4 anomaly