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fluentmoviequoter · 4 months

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Okay my first prompt for Victor!

➣ breaking down mid-hug because they needed this so much

Idk how this can be in not ooc I'm sorry but hear me out!! He said he doesn't like physical touch but I hc it's because he never got enough as a kid so he's unused to it, and people NEED touch fundamentally. So he must be so touch starved. So once he finally gets a warm loving hug from someone he cares about it's just so overwhelming.

Anyways if this is too ooc for you that's totally okay to not write this one, I will have more ofc!

I love this! He's definitely OOC, but since you gave me permission I'm going to run with it. Hope you enjoy! :)

Warnings: hints at child neglect/abandonment (Victor's parents), spoilers for Vicious and Vengeful, I made some things up about everyone

Word Count: 1.2k+ words

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Victor doesn't remember the last time he was hugged. He has no memory of his parents hugging or touching him, aside from the occasional hair ruffle before they left for what seemed like forever. Eventually, he stopped waiting for his parents to come back and found new ways of being comforted. His expensive nannies were too busy sitting alone as they read his parents' books or forcing him to study to show him any human affection or comfort. So, it has been years since Victor was hugged or touched without ill intent. Now, he convinces himself and others that he doesn't like touch, although he barely remembers what it was like.

Sydney watches Victor with furrowed brows as he runs his hand up and down his forearm. Mitch enters the room and pats her back on his way to the kitchen, but he only nods at Victor. It's a hard life that Sydney has found herself in; basic human needs must be met, whether on the run from EON or simply tracking down possible leads on what really happened to Eli. Touch is one of those needs.

"Victor, what was your life like? Before everything?" Sydney asks.

Mitch glances up from his drink, looking between Sydney and Victor before shaking his head. Sydney thinks it might be a warning but elects to ignore it.

"Everything meaning powers or Eli?" Victor clarifies, dragging a black marker across yesterday's Merit newspaper.

"All of it."

"Well," Victor begins, pausing as he scans the page for a word or letter, "not much different. My parents weren't around, they were always away writing a book or promoting a book. Interestingly enough, half of their parenting books were written while they were in the Mediterranean and I was at the house with a nanny. I never fit in anyway, so I guess being alone as a kid just prepared me for the rest of my life."

"What were the nannies like?"

"Over-payed and essentially worthless."

Victor begins dragging the marker again as Sydney looks at Mitch. He walks to her side and lays a hand on her shoulder.

"It's not very often that anyone gets the life they deserve, especially when it's up to others," Mitch says quietly.

"Why do you ask? Thinking about Serena again?" Victor asks.

"Yes, but I was just thinking about how different things are. Like, Serena used to hug me three times before bed. Once for my mom, then my dad, and then one from Serena. It was weird at first not to get hugs," Sydney explains.

Mitch's hand squeezes her shoulder twice before he turns away, letting Dol take his place as he climbs into the chair beside Sydney.

"Some researchers think you need four hugs a day just for survival. Personally, I think that is entirely dependent on the person. Some of us just don't like to be touched," Victor says, finally looking up at Sydney and Dol. "And what are dogs for?"

Sydney nods, wrapping an arm around Dol's neck as she lays back with him. Victor needs a hug, but it would probably hurt everyone involved if he did get one.

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"I don't know what you're talking about," Victor says, unflinching as a knife is pressed to his neck. "There's no kid with me. I'm just traveling before I start my new job."

"And what job might that be?" the man asks.

"Head of surgery. I'm a neurosurgeon. Not a dad, not a kidnapper, just a doctor. That's all I will ever be."

The knife falls away as Victor takes his chance to overload the man's central nervous system with pain, not even registering the small slice made by the sudden removal of the knife.

Victor exits the dirty warehouse, blinking in the bright sun before he hears Sydney yell his name. He's been gone for two days and has no idea how they found him with nothing but a missing trench coat to go on.

"What happened?" Sydney demands, panting as she slows to a stop, her warm breath fogging in the cold winter air.

"EON had some questions, but I got answers," Victor answers with a shrug.

"No, you're bleeding."

Victor raises his hand to his neck, following Sydney's pointer finger. He pulls his fingers away, shrugging at the sight of the blood.

"You scared me," Sydney says under her breath.

"I won't let anything happen to you, you know that."

"But you'll let something happen to yourself in order to keep that promise! I need you, Victor."

"No, you don't, Sydney."

Sydney watches Victor's arms move up slightly and seizes her opportunity. She slips her arms under his, pulling herself to his chest in a tight hug. Their warmth joins and makes the cold more bearable, even as Victor freezes. He doesn't move as his skin tingles and burns where Sydney's arms lay over his clothes. The symptoms of touch starvation are a list that Victor knows well, but while part of him wants to pry her off and tell her not to do that again, another part whispers that he needs this, that he needs Sydney, too.

Victor's arms raise slowly, moving around Sydney's back before dropping his head. She tightens her grip on him, and he closes his eyes. Mitch turns a corner, and when he sees them hugging, his eyes grow wide, and he stops to watch what happens next.

Victor shakes slightly in Sydney's hold, and she knows he needs a hug even more than she did.

"Thank you," he whispers, his head tilted toward hers.

"We need it," Sydney answers quietly.

Victor keeps his eyes closed as emotions he hasn't experienced in years threaten to reveal themselves. He can enjoy a hug or two without looking too soft or like an easy target, he decides. But crying and showing just how much he is falling apart would ruin that resolve.

"It's okay to need a hug, Vic," Sydney says, pulling him from his internal battle. "Sometimes Dol's hugs just aren't the same."

Victor nods, his skin less tingly and warmer now that he's getting used to the contact.

"You were right," Victor concedes, his eyes watery as he sniffs. "But it's cold," he deflects (lies), "so we should get going."

Sydney squeezes him once more, her own version of a promise to make up for all the hugs they've missed out on. Victor blinks several times before ensuring his facial expression is blended between unreadable and impassive. He steps back at the same time as Sydney, their arms falling to their sides as the cold seeps through their coats again.

"Ready to go?" Mitch calls, stepping into view.

"Yep. Dol needs food while we're out," Sydney answers, skipping toward the car.

When Victor reaches Mitch, he sees the playful glint in his eyes.

"Is it my turn for a hug?" Mitch teases.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Victor responds. "Let's see if I ever recover from that one. Then we can talk."

"You mean, 'then we can hug.'"

Victor sighs, shaking his head as his hands clench into fists by his sides. Sydney was right; Victor does need hugs, even if they overwhelm him to the point he can't think straight. Mitch, however, might crush him if given the chance.

As if Mitch reads his mind, he says, "I promise to be gentle. You'd be a little too easy to kill with a strong grip."

"I'd like to see you try," Victor retorts.

Mitch smiles just as Victor realizes it sounds like an invitation. He rushes to the car and tells Sydney to trade seats and sit by Mitch. The appeal of touch is growing on Victor, but not at the risk of broken ribs.

#20 surprise parties #hanna's 20 celebration #victor vale #vicious #vicious ve schwab #requests

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vokis-inn-and-tavern · 2 months

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for tlovm, ive been hooked on a modern!reader getting into Exandria and VM trying to help them home (but there's no way back lol) it doesn't have to be the exact moment they came through but id love headcanons of the journey, (whether its modern world of exandria or our world, just all i ask is there's no mention of reader knowing the show, like an isekai)

No way home

Characters: Vex'ahlia, Vax'ildan, Keyleth, Percy FancyLongName de Rolo, Pike Trickfoot, Grog Strongjaw, Scanlan Shorthalt, (and a guest appearance from Gilmore)

Type of Request: Headcannons

Word count: 1,887 words.

Notes: Usually don't write modern!reader but this gave me such a brainworm

You ended up in this weird fantasy world about... two weeks ago? You've lost count. You were just driving to home from larp event you had with your friends. It was late and you only closed your eyes for a moment, no more than a blink, and when you opened your eyes it was just you in the middle of a forest. But you've survived and managed to get a few odd jobs killing rats, spiders, and that one wolf pack (You can thank inflation your ability to stretch a gold piece). You are just trying to get a drink in this small town tavern when guards barge in saying that you're a part of this group, Vox Machina, and that you're under arrest. Despite your protests that you've never even heard of a "Vox Machina" you are thrown in this cell with two really short people (gnomes you think they're called?), two women with lightly pointed ears, a man with glasses and white hair, and a very tall and beefy bald man with grey skin.

...

Fuck.

Pike

Oh, you're so lost, and luckily she notices.

"Don't worry, we won't be here long."

She introduces you to everyone (and lightly smacks Scanlan when he flirts with you).

When you all break get out of jail, she is one of the first to suggest that you should come with him. After all, you clearly need help to actually be stable enough on your feet to protect yourself.

Loves hearing about your family.

The second she hears about you wanting to go home she's helping.

Buys every book on dimensional travel that she comes across. Takes notes on what you say happened. Asks every wizard she meets.

Girly just wants you to be happy and if that takes you going home then so be it.

Eventually Gilmore thinks that they've collected enough information for him to cast the spell.

Pike watches as you step into the circle, almost as excited as you!

And watches that expression turn to dread as the spell fails.

And that expression turn to despair when it fails again.

You are in your room for the rest of the night, missing dinner.

Pike knocks on your door that night, bringing dinner.

Her heart breaks even more when she sees your tear streaked face.

After she insures that you have eaten, you make her promise to stay.

"It's okay, I'm not going anywhere. I'll stay, I promise."

She lets you curl around her, clutching her close like a teddy bear.

In the morning she makes your favorite breakfast. And from then on she stays by your side.

Vax

Yeah... He's the one who told the guards that you were a member of Vox Machina. Also the one who broke all of you out.

"Sorry about that... But, I mean, I did also break you out of jail... So... Even?"

Agrees with Pike, you don't seem quite competent enough to be left to your own devices. Especially after figuring out that you don't even know what a half-elf is.

Is honest with you and tells you the about elves' less than stellar opinion on half-elves.

Thinks a world without magic weird. Like, how do you defend yourself from bandits without magic 'cause you don't really seem like the type who can only use mundane weapons.

Teaches you some dagger basics, just to make sure you can protect yourself.

He helps gather supplies for Gilmore's spell, just don't ask how he got them.

It's a bittersweet goodbye for him as you step into the circle, it feels like only yesterday when you met.

His small smile falls when the spell fails, his heart breaking for you when it fails a second.

He barely holds himself back from chasing after you as you run off to your room, he knows the face of someone who is barely avoiding crying, but he decides to leave you alone for now.

That mentality only lasts till dinner. The second he doesn't see you at the table he grabs both of your plates and heads to your room.

He doesn't bother to knock as he enters, sitting next to you on your bed and offering you a plate. He makes sure that you eat at least half of it.

Offers to stay with you. Even if you can't go home to your family, you should at least have some company.

"Hey, I'm here for you, all of us are."

Holds you close for the rest of the night, draping one of his raven wings over you like a blanket.

The next day is all about you. Vax waits on you, don't even worry about leaving the bed. Oh, and don't ask where he got that bracelet.

Vex

She is so going to lecture her brother for getting a random stranger involved with this.

"Sorry you got caught up in this, darling."

Doesn't think you should come along. In her mind, you're just another person to feed and house, another expense.

Lies and says something like half-elves are loved by all and considered the best, till the lie falls through and she explains the truth.

Starts to warm up to you when she notices your ability to stretch money.

Doesn't really want you to leave but keeps it to herself and helps by financing some of the supplies.

She gives you a small hug before you walk in the ring.

And watches your look of despair as the spell fails and fails again.

She watches you leave for your room, stuck between following you to comfort you and giving you space, but when she doesn't see you at dinner she makes up her mind.

You hear a knock on the door and open it to reveal Vex with some wine and a lavish charcuterie board.

"Hey darling, you look like you need some pampering."

She ends up pampering you for the rest of the night and you two fall asleep in each others arms.

In the morning you two have a spa day, expenses be damned.

Grog

He is so confused by you being in the same cell as them.

"Uhhh... Do we know you?"

He'd love to have you come along, you seem like a good person and having someone to teach combat to looks fun.

Wants to hear all about your favorite foods from back home.

Not bothered by you not knowing what a goliath is, there isn't really that many of them.

Teaches you how to swing an axe (just maybe exercise a bit more self preservation than him).

Takes you wanting to go home a bit personally at first but then sees how much it matters to you.

Pike he is so exited that you finally get to go home and see your family again!

He doesn't understand what is happening when you don't teleport and when you go off to your room looking sad. When someone finally explains it to him he goes to work trying to make your favorite food.

It doesn't look pretty but when he opens the door with that dorky smile (and a cask of ale) it doesn't matter.

"Hey, uh, I made your favorite food!"

You end up falling asleep on his chest. I mean, who needs a bed when you have a Grog.

The next day is spent cuddling and trying to make your favorite food again.

Keyleth

Even more lost than you when she sees you.

"I- uh- I think there has been a mix up."

Totally wants you to join! You seem super nice and you clearly need help.

Please tell her about all of your favorite plants from back home!

Wants to show you all of the cool plants of Exandria.

When you mention wanting to go home she is down to help!

She tries to provide some input on dimensional travel from a druidic perspective.

She excitedly waves as you step into the circle.

Her heart breaks when she sees the look of disappointment on your face when the spell fails.

And your look of despair when it fails again is even worse.

She gets really worried when you don't arrive to dinner and goes to your room to check on you.

"Hey, uh, a- are you okay? I- I brought some food for you!"

You two end up cuddled together surrounded by druidcrafted flower petals from your favorite flower.

In the morning she makes you a nice cup of tea and takes you on a nature walk.

Percy

Doesn't trust you from the moment you enter the cell.

"My name is Percival Fredrickstein von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III and I suggest you tell us who you are quickly."

Doesn't want you too come along. As far as he's concerned you're just dead weight and another person to worry about.

Totally doesn't believe you at all. Like, wdym you live in a world where fast horseless carriages and glowing rectangles that answer your questions in mere second? And you don't have magic?!

He slowly warms up to you as you tell him about the technology from back home.

Still doesn't fully believe you but that doesn't mean that he won't try to recreate the things you talk about.

He really relates to wanting to go back home to family.

As much as he helps with the research, there is a selfish part of him that wants you to stay.

He watches your excitement as you enter the circle.

And he can't help but blame himself for your look of despair as the spell he helped research fails.

He is so caught up in how he could have failed that he doesn't even notice you leave.

He spends the next three days closed up in his workshop, not eating or sleeping and barely drinking, researching how to fix the spell to not avail. It takes Vex (literally) slapping him out of it to shake him back to reality and get him to knock on your door with food for both of you.

"Hey, you probably need food just as much as me right now."

He spends the night cradling you close. He still blames himself but you help ease the ache.

In the morning, Percy's workshop was (thanks to Vex) firmly locked, but Percy never left your side long enough to notice.

Scanlan

Flirts with you on the first introduction.

"What did you do to get stuck in here? Other than being criminally hot."

Wants you to come along, you seem like a good time and it wouldn't be right to just leave you.

Loves the bright colors of your clothes and wants to hear all about your favorite music from back home.

Confidently misuses slang that you've mentioned.

Scanlan gets you wanting to go home, if his home was that cool he'd want to go back too.

He helps Vex barter for magic supplies for Gilmore's spell.

He kisses you hand before you step into the circle.

And watches as you nearly cry as the spell fails and you run off to your room.

He wants to follow you but is afraid of saying something wrong.

Later he comes up to your room with some wine and soup.

He plays a song on his lute as you eat, trying to make the perfect atmosphere.

"I know I don't say this much, but I'm lucky to have you as a friend, we all are."

Is a bit surprised when you ask him to stay (not like he'll show it) but would never say no. As you curl around him he plays with your hair and hums your favorite song.

The next morning is a rest day, Scanlan mandates it. You've dealt with far too much emotional stress to just go on like it's a normal day. And he doesn't let you forget about the found family you have now.

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captainsolocide · 7 months

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solo talks about cbs elementary part 1

okay so yesterday I made post wondering if anyone would be interesting in hearing my cbs elementary thoughts. in the tags of that post I threatened said that one note was all it took to make this (a fleshed out series? of posts detailing pretty much everything I've ever thought about this show) happen, and for better or worse, I got that note, so instead of studying for one of my two midterms I have next week, I started this!

I am currently in the first half of season 4 but I started recording my thoughts from the very beginning. unfortunately they are very disorganized, so at least until I get to where I am currently watching I think I'm going to group these by multiple episodes. This section covers about the first half of season one

Since I've watched past the episodes I'll be talking about at first, I thought I would also add commentary if I have any hindsight to add to any of them. Any future knowledge commentary will prefaced as such.

Enjoy! and don't be afraid to leave your own thoughts if you feel so inclined, even if you completely disagree. I am insane about them so I am always ready to discuss :)

the good:

Holmes getting weird with his investigating (i.e. sniffing the walls, crawling around on the floor, licking things, etc.). It is very important to me that Holmes is, at the end of the day, a weird little guy

bitchy Holmes! Also very important to me! This also ties in with Holmes having emotions, but basically I just want Holmes to be written like the drama queen he is. (future solo thought: Elementary and JLM consistently do a good job of portraying him as such)

Avoidance of both teh stupid Watson and angry Watson trope. At this point, that's perfection

Holmes hates rich people! (future solo thought: I did not realize just how much copaganda there is in this how. it's very difficult to portray some of his more left-leaning ideals in shows like this, so I'm honestly glad for whatever scraps we can get)

I think Holmes having tattoos is a good call for a modernized version of him

crediting Watson with helping even when she hasn't done anything — this is something ACD!Holmes does as well and I think it's really funny (of course we know that Watson actually does help, just not always in obvious ways — sometimes even she's confused when Holmes thanks her, it's just funny the way he does this because he very rarely elaborates)

Encouraging Watson to make her own deductions (future solo thought: at this point in my watching this I didn't realize they were going to make Watson a detective in her own right, so this goes double now)

Telling Watson that she's necessary to his process fairly early into their relationship — we love codependent besties <3

Watson as a puzzle — not everyone likes this read of their relationship, but personally I love it

"WATSON!!!" — when Holmes yells her name like this I cannot help but be reminded of Jeremy Brett which can only do good things for my opinion of JLM's version

Holmes having daddy issues is always fun to explore, not mad at all if they decide to do more with this (future solo thought: I was very correct in this lmao)

Holmes just 🧍‍♂️-ing next to Watson's bed to wake her up occasionally. Again, reminds me of Brett, and it's objectively funny

"My dear Watson," I love this sentiment in the books when Holmes was saying this every other sentence, so seeing him say that at a time where it's not as common. It means a lot. To me.

Holmes' reaction to Watson calling herself his friend 🥹🥹

CIGARETTE ASH MONOGRAPH YOU WILL ALWAYS BE FAMOUS

Okay. This one needs some explaining. Holmes starts out misogynistic does go in the good BECAUSE I think his growth through that can be a really interesting and important thing to watch — it shows that even the smartest of us can hold unconscious biases that we need to do work to undo

the bad

The reworking of Watson's backstory — not all of this is bad, in fact some of it was necessary to distinguish Joan as her own character, but I do resent how Watson's tragic backstory in this meant that her doctor title is not used, and I feel like taking away Watson's injuries was missed opportunity as well

no live-in Mrs. Hudson = Watson getting relegated to house keeper duties, something that character does not do in the books. wonder what the difference is here? (future solo thought: this was a bigger issue in season one, I think. as far as I can tell, there seems to be a more even sharing of household chores as their relationship develops more, but my point for early season one stands)

Copaganda. It's lame and not in line with Holmes' characterization if you think about it for more than two seconds. I understand he works with them sometimes, but the amount of respect they have Holmes have for the police is disgusting. there have been several episodes I could barely finish because it was just so so bad

Holmes called Freud a genius in season one. girl.

#cbs elementary #sherlock holmes #joan watson #solo talks about elementary

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idridian · 7 months

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what are your favourite horror movies

what a question to ask me lol. ohhhkay, strap in.

(please note that when you ask me "favourite", that means you get favourite regardless of quality. and you get no tv shows or any such things, strictly movies)

(btw i haven't actually seen that many horror films. many of the iconic franchises especially - chucky, elm street, scream, friday the 13th, texas chainsaw massacre, what have you - just never piqued my interest. maybe some day)

(also these are in no particular order)

1. hellraiser franchise

my working theory is that all "hellraiser" movies are bad movies, but for different reasons. the og from 1987 is a bad movie because it was made on a budget of ten pounds and a packet of crisps. hellraiser 8 is bad because its plot is about a group of teens obsessed with a hellraiser video game getting murdered at a weird sex party. these two are not the same

that being said, i love these movies very much (except for hellraiser 10. i hate hellraiser 10 and will never ever watch it ever again, thank you. no reason) and love to look at pinhead and his many cenobite buddies doing weird kinky shit <3

2. halloween movies (only 1978 and the green trilogy from 2018 onwards)

i haven't seen any of the other ones because i was introduced to the series by my very good friend miri aka @asylos, who showed me those four and no others. and i was like okay :D and just never watched the rest because i don't consume media unless prompted

i'm a basic bitch, i see a man in a jumpsuit and get gender envy, so og twink michael delights me. that being said, old man michael from the green trilogy? CHEF'S KISS. love that fucker. he's the best

3. anything del toro

a lot of his films don't really stay within the constraints of a single genre, but they definitely contain horror elements. my favourite is "the shape of water", which has its moments but is overall not that scary. the pale man from "pan's labyrinth" made quite the impression on me when i first saw the movie because while i had seen the iconic shot of him raising his hands to reveal the Palm Eyes before, i was unaware of the fact that that fucker gets up and shambles around and i was Not Okay with that

crimson peak is very pretty and i love it. for obvious reasons, i think

4. willy's wonderland

nic cage night janitor animatronic murder fight bonanza my beloved. like honestly, i watched the fnaf movie yesterday and it had zero good cleaning montages, wasn't as funny and had fewer bangers, music-wise, than willy's does. like what's the fuckin point

5. fright night 2011

this film has david tennant in it and that's why i watched it. apart from him being an absolutely show-stealing delight, the rest of the film is also a fun romp. there's vampires and stuff

6. bad samaritan

this film ALSO has david tennant in it. he's doing an american accent (a way better one than in "gracepoint", a show that you should Not watch. just watch "broadchurch" instead please, i promise you're not missing anything) and is playing a rich asshole obsessed with horses who abducts and kills women. also he throws a phone out of a car window at two separate occasions and it cracks me up

the main character is played by some actor whose name i can never remember. he's irish or something and i think he might have been in one of those pieces of media i haven't consumed. umbrella academy? was he klaus in umbrella academy? who's klaus?? is klaus FROM umbrella academy? who knows

anyway, the film is a thriller and i quite like watching it. it's tense with zero unnecessary padding, it knows what it's here for and delivers

7. the thing 1982 + 2011

another one i watched with miri. miri likes to show me horror films (and tv shows) a lot <3 we watched both the og and the new one and i quite liked them! the dog in the 82 one is really really good at his job. i highkey struggle with big groups of characters bc i can't remember names and faces for shit, so i was reeeally bad at spotting the Thing. also i liked the teeth thing from the 2011 one that was smart

8. bunny lake is missing

does this count as a horror movie? idk, but i'm putting it here

9. psycho

it's pretty good. i liked it. i think norman would have been a tumblr sexyman if such a thing had existed in the 1960s

10. the one hour long space horror segment trapped in the middle of otherwise meandering artfilm "2001: a space odyssey"

you know the one

11. alien

classic. i haven't seen any of the others apart from "aliens" because the internet said they were bad

12. the abyss

veers closer to sci-fi than horror, but i'm counting it bc it sure is tense. this is a film by james cameron about *checks smudged handwriting* some underwater diving alien nonsense or something. idk, it's been a while since i've watched it. another movie with a big group of characters i can't tell apart for shit, which is why i'm always rooting for some of them to start dying already

i watched this one because i unfortunately am doing a handshake meme with jimmy cameron labelled "hello i am obsessed with the ocean" and unlike me, he has the money to make really long epic films about it

13. the haunting 1963

this is a movie adaptation of "the haunting of hill house" by shirley jackson. it's very good! (if you're familiar with flanagan's netflix show, there are some parts of this movie that will be... quite familiar)

i watched this one with miri, followed immediately by the 1999 remake (?), which i found very strange and occasionally hilarious because of cgi that hasn't stood the test of time. also, i'd like it to be put on record that i fuckin CALLED the thing about the fireplace (somehow lol)

14. rocky horror picture show

my parents showed me this movie when i was maybe a bit too young to see it, at a point in my life where i hadn't quite figured out yet that i was various shades of queer. it sure made an Impression

many years later, i finally got around to watching the sequel, "shock treatment" (thanks to miri, of course) which is very different but also a good time, and has some bangers of its own!

those are all the ones i can think of (and look up in the big movie watchlist google doc miri and i use to keep track of what we've seen so far) without digging through my dvd collection, which i don't feel like doing right now because it'd be a bother.

but just for fun, a few brief honourable mentions:

the shining (i care about shelley duvall and nothing else. so glad she got to punt jack nicholson's character down a flight of stairs with a baseball bat)

black christmas (keir dullea what IS your haircut shgsjfghs)

cabin in the woods (i knew nothing going in and miri was very pleased by this fact)

house on haunted hill 1959 (skeleton lol)

young frankenstein (my parents showed me the german dub version when i was, again, a bit too young for it. iconic movie tbh)

#asks

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soullikethesea · 8 months

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Still so freaking angry/fight-y.

I sent T a bit about last time, and now she sent me a message that the website is down and she can't read it. So if it was important I can send it in this other way.

And that feels so freaking weird. For her to reach out to me. Like she cares. (Of course she cares, for some of us that's just hard to believe). They want to say that she got her chances and she blew them. So fuck her. Fuck spending energy on her.

But I also just told a friend I don't want to go on holiday with him. I think it's just because the thought of even more people-ing makes me feel aggressive. I try hard every day at my job and I'm not particularly good at it, but I'm okay. I just can't have any more.

I can't have any more fucking masking and Trying. I'm not good enough, I admit it.

I just need to get through the next 7 weeks. And then the next 8. And then it should get easier. Or maybe not, who knows. Maybe I'll struggle to hold on until it's the Summer break. Maybe I won't make it that far.

Several people asked me yesterday why I'm not having sick leave because of the whole cold thing. I'm crazy, that's why. If I take sick leave I feel so guilty that I end up not ever leaving the house and then I get all pent up and stressed. I feel bad for letting others down. I feel like I don't deserve it, etc.

Bla bla bla. It just all feels like bullshit. Lucas can get like this, but these feelings are probably coming from Wuss. He doesn't want to talk or think. In fact, he thinks that nearly everything I say is proof of how I make a big deal out of nothing and am seeking attention and/or it is proof of how weak I am. I shouldn't say anything because it just paints me in a bad light. He believes I should shut up and buckle down, basically.

While therapy isn't helping, yoga is. The teacher said a bunch of things about letting yourself be carried by Earth. Allowing someone (Earth, lol) to do something for you. Being able to trust that someone will hold you. She reminded us to be gentle with ourselves.

I want more of that. More of feeling like maybe someone can help me to calm down. Like maybe I don't have to be the one guiding it all...

I wonder if T emailed me as a peace offering. It's really nothing like her. I think that usually she doesn't think about sessions beforehand.

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gt-jar · 1 year

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Two Worlds among the Stars

5. Chapter

Noah knew a lot of bad ways to wake up. Sleeping in was one of them. Technically, it wasn't something unusual for someone his age, nor something bad for that matter. It was part of being a child - of having a normal childhood. But the 15-year-old didn't have a normal childhood. His carefree days had ended long before he had hit puberty. Nowadays sleeping in meant being late for his job, which meant trouble with his boss. Waking up to the sound of shrieking little children wasn't much better either, though he quickly had gotten used to that. But even alI of that combined was nothing compared to realizing that your dream, about being sacrificed to the Iegendary giant, hadn't been a dream at all.

When Noah blinked his eyes open, he already had a bad feeling. Based on the lack of sunlight he knew that he hadn't overslept for once. While that was a small relief, it did nothing to loosen the knot in his stomach. Still not fully awake yet, the teen rolled onto his back and rubbed his hands across his face. When he pulled them away Noah stared at an unfamiliar ceiling, which seemed to be oddly high?

Cold dread washed over him, as he realized that he wasn't in his room. But if he wasn't in the orphanage, then where was he? Slowly, but surely, Noah started to remember where he was. The events of yesterday bit by bit replaying in his mind, while the knot in his stomach tightened. The guards, the mayor, being sacrificed to "the beast". Panicing, he shot up and frantically took in his surroundings. A shiver ran down his spine, when his fears were proven to be true. Everything around him was fucking huge! "Fuck!" Noah cursed out loud, before realizing his mistake and using his hands to muffle the sound. 'Great! Just... great. Okay, now is not the time to freak out. Deep breaths.' Noah moved his hands to claw at his bangs, the heels of his palms digging into his eyes, in a desperate attempt to clear his mind. He couldn't let his emotions consume him, he had to think rationally.

But wait, if yesterday hadn't been a dream and this was real, then where was-?

"Look who's finally awake."

Noah teared his hands away from his face and there at the entrance of the cave, as if the mere thought had summoned him, stood the giant in all his glory. Noah rubbed his eyes, getting rid of the last bit of sleep. But it had no use. The giant was still there. This wasn't something he could wake up from. This was the reality he had to face. Ironically, he would much rather deal with the wrath of his boss after being too late, than with the colossus of a man, who currently was walking right towards him and casually sat down on his bed.

"So, how did you sleep?"

It was truely amazing how such a normal question, depending on the situation, could catch someone so off guard. And that idiot was saying it like everything about this was completely normal as well! As if there weren't more important matters to talk about. It took Noah a moment to come up with an answer. "Fine, I guess."

And that wasn't even a lie. The bed, or should he rather say the giant pillow, he had been sleeping on was really soft and way more comfortable than his old bed back in the orphanage. Absentmindedly, he stroked his hand over the piece of fabric, which was still covering his legs. Fabric, which shouldn't be there. When he looked down there was indeed a piece of cloth, that looked like a large blanket. That hadn't been there, when he had fallen asleep last night. So someone must have put it there at some point after that. And considering the red-haired giant was the only one living in the cave, it wasn't hard to figure out who that someone was. which basically meant that he had tucked him in. That thought made Noah feel weird. Nobody had tucked him in ever since he had lost his mom. Okay, this guy was officially weird. Hell, this whole situation was weird!

"Good to hear. I hope you're hungry, I already made breakfast." Noah braced himself for being grabbed again, but instead of huge fingers wrapping around him, an outstreached hand layed in front of him, palm facing up. Taken aback, the teen stared at the waiting hand, then shifted his gaze to the man's face and back to the hand again. Before finally settling on squinting up suspiciously.

"Oh, come on. Why are you looking at me like that? I thought you would prefer this to being carried Iike last night." While that might have been true, Noah still didn't trust this guy one bit. Both of them knew very well who was in control here, so why the effort to make him feel more comfortable?

"Where's the catch?"

"There is no catch, kid. Now, hurry up, I'm hungry." Quite frankly Noah didn't care and took his sweet time to climb on. Now, standing on the centre of the palm, concentrated on not losing his balance on the uneven surface, Noah waited for the feeling of being lifted off the ground and up into the air to come, but nothing happened. Once again he looked up to meet the giant's gaze, this time more confused than suspicious. "Well?" he prompted.

"Oh, I just thought you might want to sit down and, I don't know, maybe not fall right off, as soon as I start walking." Noah's only answer to that was another glare.

"Okay, if that's what you want. But don't say I didn't warn you." With that he was lifted up and they walked over to the table. Turns out being carried on a giant hand while standing wasn't very stable. It didn't take more than three steps for Noah to lose his balance, which resulted in him having to grab onto the thumb of that stupid smartass for support. His face heated up, when he heard a chuckle from above. As if this wasn't already embarrassing enough. Thankfully, the "told you" was left unsaid. When they reached the table, the boy wasted no time to hop off the hand, as if it had personally offended him. Looking around, he saw that the table had been set for breakfast already. After the man had sat down on his own chair, he addressed Noah again.

"So, what do you wanna eat?" The teen found it quite irritating how the man acted like everything was alright. Noah was almost sure that he was doing it on purpose just to annoy him. But who said Noah couldn't be just as annoying? If he had to have a hard time, the teen would make sure that moron had one as welI. He wasn't about to make this any easier for him, so he crossed his arms and said-

"And don't even think about telling me you aren't hungry. I can hear your stomach growling from up here."

Needless to say Noah's words died on his lips. His usually pale cheeks turned into a rosy shade of pink and he took up a more defensive pose. "I don't even have an own plate. Didn't you say I'm your guest?" The boy raised a brow, "Or am I just your new little pet you want to take care of?"

"Trust me, if I really wanted a pet, I definitely wouldn't have gotten a human. You guys are more trouble than you are worth." The giant said in a matter-of-fact tone. Then he broke off a little piece of his own slice of bread and offered it to Noah, who took a step back when the hand came a little to close for comfort. "Now, c'mon. You're a growing boy, you need to eat something, if you don't wanna be this tiny forever."

Apart from another glare, Noah still made no move to grab the piece of bread, but then-

"Just take it. I promise I won't bite, if you won't bite me either." This and the shit-eating grin on the man's lips struck a nerve inside the boy. It was obvious that this jerk was teasing him and Noah should have just ignored him. But being treated like some untamed animal went a step too far, even if it was meant to be a joke. Without missing another beat, Noah marched over to snatch the bread out of the man's hand, ignoring the little voice inside his head, whispering that he was doing exactly what the giant wanted from him. Just out of spite, he took his food with him to the far end of the table and sat down to eat there in peace. The moment he wanted to take a bite though, the man - like the pain in the ass he was - had nothing better to do than to bother him again.

"Wait, I've got somethin' else for you." He grabbed a jar next to him and scooped some of its content on a spoon and put it on a little plate, together with a few extra breadcrumbs. "Dig in" was all he said, before he pushed the plate in Noah's direction, not close enough for him to reach it from where he was sitting, though. When a sweet fruity scent hit his nose, the teen knew right away what this weird dark gloop before his eyes was. And curse his sweet tooth, Noah surprised himself, when he actually rose from his seat to take the offer. Of course, he knew that it was just another trick to get him to come closer, but it wasn't like he had to get that much closer to reach it, right? Plus the scent alone was really, really tempting. After seeing that the other was focused on eating his own slice of bread with the same jam on top, and wasn't looking at him anymore, Noah made his decision and deemed the offer safe. And, gosh, he didn't regret it. That stuff was amazing! But the giant didn't need do know that, so he tried not to let it show on his face to much. After taking the first bite, Noah realized just how hungry he was, after not eating for a whole day. He found himself genuinely enjoying his meal, closing his eyes in pure bliss.

Because of that he was oblivious to the way the lips of the person next to him curled into a satisfied smile.

They both ate in silence, until the giant had finished his plate and stood up. When he went to leave the cave, Noah sprung to his feet. And before he could think twice about it, he bIurted out, "Where are you going?"

"Working, or do you think I get that for free?" The man pointed at the food on the table, then a cocky grin spread across his face. "What? Do you miss me already?"

While that couldn't be further from the truth, Noah couldn't deny that he preferred being trapped and forced to spent time with a stranger over being completely alone in a strange place. Especially when he was dependent on said stranger. But, of course, he would rather bite off his own tounge, than admit that. So, instead of actually answering, he crossed his arms and glared at the older man. " Wouldn't have expected anything else. See you later then. Maybe you can make yourself useful while I'm gone and clean the dishes or something."

The giant poked fun at the teen one last time before he left, knowing very well that Noah couldn't cause any trouble while he was gone. The teen had to suppress the urge to roll his eyes. He waited until he couldn't hear the fading footsteps anymore, before taking his eyes off the entrance of the cave. With the giant out of the way Noah used the time to think of an escape plan, which was easier said than done. He walked over to the edge of the table and peered down. Unfortunately, the table legs were out of his reach and a fall from this height would definitely be fatal for him. He would rather not end up as a bloody splotch on the ground. He might be desperate, but he didn't have a death wish. Getting out of this place alive was kinda the whole point.

So he was stuck here... how wonderful.

Noah paced back and forth on the damed table. He had to come up with a plan. Now. He didn't have any time to waste. The giant- Or should he rather say John? Noah only realized now that, despite learning the man's name yesterday, he had been name-calling him or just had referred to him as giant inside his head the entire time. From an outside perspective that may seem kind of rude. But when had Noah ever cared about being rude? It wasn't like he was here to make friends with the strange man, so why bother? He was still keeping him imprisoned here after all.

Though... Noah had to admit that he was indeed treating him more like a guest than a prisoner. And eating breakfast in peace for once and not having to work was also nice. But that didn't change anything! Yes, he might act nice - ignoring his constant teasing for a moment - and for the most part left him alone, but the keyword was "act". Noah had no reason to believe anything the man said, let alone trust him. The giant might not have hurt him so for and after seeing his diet the boy also was no longer afraid of being eaten, but Noah still had no idea what his goal was. The thing was, that guy had no reason to treat him with kindness. To him Noah was just as insignificant as an ant was to the teen. Who knew how long that kindness would last. It was obvious that he was nothing more than a burden to the man and he had no good reason to keep him around. Noah knew that and he was sure that the giant knew that as well.

Although, come to think about it, maybe there was one reason. It seemed like the giant liked to poke fun at him. Noah's reactions amused him. He probably was just something to keep his boredom at bay, like he had said someone to keep him company. That was the only reason Noah could think of, or at least sounded like the most reasonable one, considering the man lived here alone. But rather sooner than later he will get tired of him. They all did eventually. It was bound to happen. It wasn't an if but a when the giant was going to get tired of him and decided to get rid of him. And Noah wasn't very keen on sticking around long enough to get to the point where the man got bored teasing him.

He needed a plan.

"There has to be a way!" Noah yelled, finally letting out his pent up anger and frustration. But how? He couldn't even get down from this dumb table without the giant's help! His pacing became quicker the more frustrated he got. But then-

"Wait! That's it!" Noah shouted, a mischievous grin grazing his lips, 'that could actually work'.

The next day started similiar to the day before. Just like yesterday morning they are breakfast together, but with one little difference. Instead of sitting far away, Noah sat only a few feet away from the larger man's seat at the table. And this time, when Noah was carried to the table, he had stepped on the hand with little to no hesitation and even had sat down. The only thing that didn't change was the fact that the teen mostly stayed silent again and didn't start a conversation. Such a 180-degree turn would have been way too dubious.

Obviously, Noah didn't like any of this, but it was necessary, if he wanted his plan to succeed. The giant was the key to getting out of the cave. If Noah seriously wanted to escape, he was going to need that moron for it. So when the man went to leave his home, this happened...

"Can I come with you?" Noah asked innocently, careful not to appear suspicious. Luckily, said man stopped mid-walk and turned around again, just like planned. Surprise was written all over his face, which turned into suspicion all too quickly.

"Why would you want that?" he asked slowly.

"I'm bored, okay? I'm tired of staring at these stupid cavewalls." the boy practically whined. If this weren't for the greater good, Noah would have never sanken so low to whine like a little child - 'cause no, 15-year-olds do not whine, thank you very much - but he had to convince his counterpart in order to be taken along. The man in question just stood there and stared at him, but to Noah it looked like he was actually considering it. To give him that last little push, that was needed for him to give in, the boy added a soft spoken "Please?".

One second passed, then two, and then finally the giant huffed "Fine, you can come with me." He walked back to Noah and offered him his hand. For the first time the usually cautious boy didn't need to be told twice before climbing on. And so they left the cave together.

'So far so good' thought Noah, who currently sat on the giant's shoulder. FortunateIy, the teen didn't have a fear of heights, he still had a firm grip on the fabric underneath him though, just for good measure. Everything was going just like planned for Noah. Now he only had to find a excuse for being put down, which should better be a good one. This was likely his only chance, if his plan failed he wouldn't get another one. Understandably, Noah was determined not to waste this one. He went through possible options, when a voice to his left cut through the silence.

"Enjoying the view?" the copper-haired man asked with a teasing lilt in his voice.

Without realizing it Noah's gaze had drifted towards the Iandscape while thinking and honestly? He was indeed enjoying the view. Seeing the world from the giant's perspective was incredible. But Noah didn't want to give him that kind of satisfaction, so he answered with another question. "What are we doing here?" Starting a conversation how would hopefully get the man's guard down.

"I told you already. I'm working."

"You have been just walking around for the past twenty minutes or so, that's not work." Noah sneered.

"I'm not just walking around, I'm patrolling. It's my job to prevent humans from entering this forest." he explained. That last statement almost made Noah laugh out loud. Almost. He couldn't resist the urge so add a sarcastic remarke though. "Well, let me tell you, I think you're doing an excellent job." He was kinda disappointed, when he didn't receive another reply, except for an almost inaudible scoff. At first Noah thought their conversation had ended there, but then the voice of the older man piped up again. "When I'm finished here, I need to collect some firewood, then I'll do something else than just walking around." he said, parroting Noah's comment from earlier.

Maybe half an hour later, the two of them walked deeper into the forest. The trees got taller and their trunks got thicker. They were still no match for the giant, but at least he was a few heads smaller than them now. Eventually they stopped in front of one and the man pulled out his knife, which was attached to his belt. He was just about to cut off one of the branches, when the teenager saw his chance. "Can you put me down? I want to stretch my legs a little bit." Admittedly, it wasn't the best excuse he could have come up with, but apparently it was good enough to be believable. Anyway, who cares? All that mattered was that the giant went along with it, oblivious to Noah's true intentions.

"But don't walk too far." his pseudo guardian said in a stern voice, as Noah hopped off his hand.

'Oh, trust me - I won't walk.' thought the teen silently. He wasn't naive, he knew he couldn't just walk away. He had to be smarter than that. This was the perfect opportunity, given to him on a silver plate, all he had to do was to be patient and wait for the right moment.

When ten minutes had passed, the man moved to the next tree, after having cut off a few branches of the first one. Well, sneaking away turned out to be harder than Noah had thought. At first the boy had circled around the giant, pretending do be interested in his work and asking dumb questions like "What kind of tree is that?" or "Why don't you cut down the whole tree?" and so on, hoping that his personal guard dog would get distracted after a while.

Someone less observant would have believed that the giant was entirely concentrated on his task, but Noah knew better. He watched Noah out of the corner of his eye and each time the boy left his field of vision he would slightly look up. Noah suppressed an annoyed groan, like this he would get nowhere. So when his original plan had failed, he came up with a different strategy.

He sat down against a tree not to far away and pretended to take a nap, with a fake yawn and all. After a while he blinked an eye open and looked at his companion, who had moved onto yet another tree. Noah focused on keeping his breathing even as he watched and waited. Just like he had hoped the giant wasn't keeping an eye on him anymore, most likely believing he was actually asleep.

Perfect.

The teen slowly rose to his feet and took a couple of steps backwards, still facing the man just to be extra careful. The mossy ground was giving him the perfect cover, making it easier for him to sneak away. When Noah had put quite some distance between them, without being noticed, he bolted.

Time flew by and John enjoyed the peaceful moment with his little companion dozing near by. Admittedly, he had been surprised, when the kid had asked him to tag along after mostly ignoring him for the last two days. But who was he to say no? The kid had a point after all, he couldn't just keep him in his home all the time. He meant it, when he had said that the child wasn't his prisoner, so he wouldn't treat him like one. Also maybe this would help the human to warm up to him. And so far it looked like his decision had paid off. The kid didn't seem as skittish as the previous day and they even had a little conversation.

Maybe this wasn't so bad after all, maybe the two of them could get along.

For now John decided to relax and continued to work, while listening to the birds' singing. As his pile of wood grow bigger and bigger, he dicided to call it a day. It looked like he got ready just in time, when dark clouds began to cover the blue sky. He bend down to pick up his pile of wood and called out to the kid with the intention to wake him up from his nap.

"It's going to rain soon. What do you think, kid? Ready to go?" Apparently, the kid was in a deeper slumber than he had thought, because he got no answer. But when he looked over to the spot where the kid had been sleeping, he froze.

The human was gone.

Mild panic was welling up inside him, as he Iooked around and yelled a little louder, "Kid? This isn't the time for hide and seek!" But the human was nowhere to be seen and silence was the only answer he got.

The first drops of rain started to fall.

"Noah?!"

Still no answer.

"Shit..."

#giant/tiny #g/t #g/t community #g/t writing #OC: Noah #OC: John

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pbandjesse · 4 days

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It was a very sleepy day. Recovering from such a long day yesterday was tough. But I tried to just be okay with the resting. The rainy weather helped. Giving me a sleepy ambiance.

I slept pretty well overall. I woke up at 930 without an alarm and was not thrilled. I had slept on my arm in a weird way and it hurt so much. Like shockingly painful, surprised I didn't get woken up by the pain painful. I would spend a few minutes stretching it out and it would get better but it was very uncomfortable.

I got cleaned up and dressed in my current favorite jumpsuit and my staying at home sweatshirt I got during lockdown. I just wanted to be cozy.

It was sort of chilly downstairs. I would get myself a bowl of cereal and got in the couch to play my video game. But it turns out we are basically done all the major things and now it's just small tasks. I was getting frustrated by the map, which I struggle to understand already, and was going in circles for a while. I was having fun but after an hour I was just tired.

I had a little lunch. And my stomach hurts again. So I would just chill and lay on the couch and watch YouTube shorts. It is funny how different my algorithm is on different platforms. On Instagram it's a lot of home diy and art. On TikTok it's very silly but also music and politics. But on YouTube it's almost all media focused. Lots of clips of shows. And twitch streamers.

I had opened the backdoor for light and to enjoy the breeze. It was a little drizzly but nice.

But then all of a sudden I heard animal screaming and I went outside and Sweetp had a rat!! It was half in the fence and Sweetp had the rat's tail in his mouth and was pulling and I was like ah!! And went and picked him up and said we don't do that. But like also good job? But also your outside privileges are temporarily revoked.

He could still go in his catio. I'm not a monster.

I would be on the couch for a long time. I would eventually muster up the energy to get up and felt kind of woozy. I probably should have just gone to sleep but I wanted to get something accomplished. So I would head upstairs to do some closet organizing.

My idea was that I would pull out all my camp clothes and put it in my extra trunk. But I ended up having my extra black trunk for my clothes I'll bring to sleep over camp, but then the brown trunk will be for field trip stuff for the next couple weeks. And like it's not a perfect system but it was something. And I hope that my closet clothes can be mainly for museum and day off clothes. Slightly nicer stuff. Less outdoorsy.

I had just gotten everything out of the closet when James texted me that the Fulwilers wanted to go to Little Havana for dinner. Like ASAP. And I was like what. I am in the middle of something. I said that if it was at 5 I could probably finish. But honestly I didn't want to go and spiraled a bit because I felt like I would be a jerk for not going. It's mother's day! I had reached out to my mom and also Anne but me and my mom have plans on Saturday so I am judg focused on that and I felt incredibly disregulated.

James said I didn't have to go but I did. I would have felt terrible not going. But also the fomo of missing out on food? To strong to handle.

I would keep working but I couldn't focus and would just have to do the rest when we got home. I got myself together. Put on eyeliner. And headed into the rain.

It had started raining harder but wasn't to bad by the time I got to the restaurant. But I had a terrible drive there. I couldn't get over and had to go a weird way to get there after missing a turn. People hair driving stupid. I was really angry and upset and not having a good time. I didn't even want to leave the house and now I was just really upset.

Then when I got over there I found that their parking lot was a pay lot now??? Since when?? And was more upset and texted James but then when they came out to help a free spot opened up in front and everything was okay.

I was happy to see everyone. Anne and Tucker and Charlotte. They got appetizers but nothing I could have so we ordered their "stoplight" chips. Which come with salsa, cheese, and guacamole. In three bowls. So it looks like a stoplight. And it is very good. And I did have fun. There was a lot of talking and it was mostly a very good time. I got to learn some stuff about some of the antique they own. And the plan for who gets what. I got to hear about Charlotte's Taylor Swift PowerPoint presentation. And it was a a nice time. But it was absolutely not dinner.

We didn't order anything else? Just the appetizers and lots of drinks. Which is fine but also was not dinner. After there were hugs and goodbyes I told James I was brought out of the house under false pretenses. James would take me to the diner for real dinner.

When we got there James would bet we would sit on the side of the diner we have never sat on. But I told them not to get their hopes up. And I was correct. We still have never sat on that side!!

We both got sandwiches. It was nice to see the families celebrating all around us. But my stomach hurt. And both of us were so tired. So we were mainly quiet and playing on our phones. We would eat. And enjoy each other's presence. But we were also both really ready to go home. They gave me a yellow rose at the counter. I'm not a mother but it was still nice to get. Maybe next year.

When we got back here I would go back to my clothes. James washed my water mug (which smelled horrific??? No idea why that happened). But they mostly left me alone so I could do my thing.

I chose the things I want to bring and there was some stuff I wanted to hang up and some stuff to put in storage. But I felt good about everything and would finish within an hour.

James would join me in laying in bed and watching TikToks for an hour or so. We were laughing and learning about stuff and it was just really nice. Sweetp came and joined us.

Eventually I went to take a shower. James would make a fuss about me being so pretty again. Which is very sweet. I love them so very much. It was nice to be clean though and change into a sweatshirt. And now we are in bed again. I am ready to sleep.

Tomorrow James is taking the car to get the oil changed. I am not sure what I will do here. I mostly just want to rest. I hope I feel more normal tomorrow.

I hope you all sleep good tonight. I love you all. Goodnight!

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theluxuriansecret · 3 months

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Diary Entry 02092024

Dear Diary,

SO much has happened since the last time I wrote. I hate that I have kinda fallen off from writing but honestly, I only ever want to use my computer at my dsk and I never wanna sit here though LOL. But today I am feeling really good, fresh sheets on my bed, clean room, freshly showered, i feel really good right now. I don't know where to start really so I guess i'll just start with news thats not really news.

One, I'm still unemployed *palm to face*. I'm not going to lie I haven't sent in a job application in like a week because so many of these jobs are not real, they're already filled, I'm getting a bunch of rejections. It's a bit much I'm not gonna lie. I DID have a job interview yesterday because a previous interview that I had, the interviewer liked me so much and was like "yes, you didn't get this job, but I really like you and I think you'd make a great fit in our company somewhere, jus not here" basically. I think it went well, but I'm not going to hold a high flame to it this time. I am applying to these government job that was recommended to me. It's a job I guess. Sometimes I wonder why I'm not super ambitious, but truly it's for someone else. I don't care about all that stuff, not that I'm not a good worker or hard worker; there is simply more to life than work.

OKAY here it is. I am excited about this one. I have a boyfriend. WOAH I know, I can't believe I didn't lead with that, I had to get all the boring shit out of the way first. SO, I have written about this guy before. He was actually a guy I had a crush on around a year ago and ended up sleeping with in October. Turns out sleeping with a guy really doesn't stop him from liking you. Some of them just really don't like you, OUCH! That's alright though. Things are going so well with him and honestly I don't want to jinx it. But this shit is truly something I only thought I could have in a fairytale. He lets me be me. He understands I am a human. He understands I have dreams and goals and wishes outside of him. I have hobbies, I have friends, I have a life; he is not my world, I am my world. He lets me be and I love it. Our chemistry is other worldly and our connection is truly something I have never experienced before. In our conversation it's like we manifested each other. AS we got to know each other as friends and were working on ourselves, we found our way back to each other and deepen our connection. Last night I realized I really love him. I love him so much. He's wonderful. I mean I have always loved him, obviously in a friendly was. As a friend, I adore him; I did then and I do now, even more. This time around I love him, I really do. We both recognize that we are always growing and changing and that we need to work through things together as a team, as a partnership, and what makes it better is that he is a really easy person to talk to.

Last week I decided i was going to go se him because there was no way I could wait for our original date to se each other. He lives 4 hours away now, but this ain't my first rodeo. So, instead of waiting two months I drove down to where he lives and spent like two days with him, in that he did tis really cute Valentine's day thing for me and it was wonderful, got me flowers, chocolate, wrote me a card. It was so sweet and I loved it. Our time together was just mazing, nothing felt weird or awkward, it felt how it usually does, just with more love honestly. He took care of me the whole time, something I have never experienced before, and wow. i do just love him. (Which I have not said, or will say until I see him face to face honestly, but honestly want him to say first LOL)

I spoke on the phone with one of my besties yesterday and she is silently going through a lot right now, and I'm going to do my best in supporting her through it as much as I can. She struggles with substance abuse and she's entered a new relationship with a 30 year old insecure ass man. He is insecure about EVERYTHING. Mind you this girl is a Sagittarius, you can not be insecure dealing with a sag. I feel for her though, and I'm glad that she sees me as a confidant. I'm glad that she is able to trust me and really share with me her very ral struggles.

OH btw I am going to Miami in March and I'm very excited! Real first trip with no parents, my girls, and a beach AHHHH. I'm mad excited. (I REALLY WANT A JOB THOUGHHHH)

That's all I got for now though. Till next time xoxo

SOTD: Such a Thing by Alex Isley + Jack Dine

#dear diary #online diary #journal #secret diary #journaling #secret journal #2024 #love #romance #new relationship #boyfriend #healing is not linear

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A Mistake

William Afton (bc) x Fem! Reader

You thought your life was finally good, all cupcakes and rainbows. But then.. he stumbled into your life.

warning(s): william afton in general

“So, I just do that basic stuff?” You asked the ginger haired man, who was smiling because you understood everything nicely. “Yep, that’s about it. Hopefully you can make some friends, yeah?” His smile became less of a smile and he turned away, and you just gave him a “mm hmm” and left.

You didn’t know where to go, what to explore, or even what to do. I mean, you knew what to do.. but you were lost. He didn’t even offer you a tour. But it’s fine, new beginnings right? You’ll find your way around. “Hello? You look lost.” An unknown voice approached you, you shot your head up and saw a man with glasses and blonde messy hair. “Uhm, yes, I am. My name is Y/N.” You nervously stood and looked around a bit, waiting for his response. “Oh, yes! Y/N! I heard about you. I suppose you need a tour?” He chuckled and reached his hand out for a shake. You looked down at his hand and quickly shook his hand. “You read my mind mr….” “Mr. Emily.”

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“I think that’s it! Really nice to meet you Y/N!” Mr. Emily smiled and began to walk away, probably to his office or wherever he stays. But then you realized, he was going to leave. Was your first day really gonna fly by that quick? You only got to know one person. Atleast he was friendly, though. Maybe that’s who you’ll stick with from now on. But there is still tomorrow. You trotted your way to the front door, happy that you met someone nice.

Your car lit up, you slowly got in. But at the corner of your eye, you saw a small man exit the building. He was like really small, he had brown hair, maybe blue eyes? His outfit choice was…creative. But your attention quickly left the stranger and went to driving. You left the building for your home, excited to be comfortable in bed. You felt your phone vibrate, you answered it and held it up to your ear. “Oh, um, Y/N! Mr. Emily here uhh.. tomorrow you need to meet someone special.” He was breathing heavily, it was actually concerning you. “Uhm, alright. I’ll meet him but.. you okay?” You gave a fake chuckle, trying to drive and keep the phone on your shoulder. “Ah! Yes! I’m fine, just in a lil rush. But please, meet the man.” beep. And just like that, pure confusion flooded your head. What man? Was it necessary to call me? Is he alright?

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The next day

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“Y/N, meet Mr. Afton, Mr. Afton meet Y/N.” Wow, you were meeting the short man you saw yesterday, and he seemed like a brat. “Er… ‘Ello… I guess.” He mumbled, just loud enough where Mr. Emily and you could hear. Yup. Definitely a dork. But you weren’t gonna allow some creep ruin your new job. “Hey. um anyways.. I should get to work.” You looked away from Afton or whatever, and shot your attention on the polite man, Mr. Emily. “Wot? Yer’ leaving alreaday?” William stopped you. Who even says already like that? You’ve never heard such a weird British accent. “Yes, I am. I don’t have any business with you anyways.”

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Williams POV:

How stubborn, but cute? It was strange. A fockin’ new freak made my heart stop. The moment I saw her gorgeous self, I felt some sort of sensation. A sensation I hadn’t felt for years. This “Y/N” girl made me feel.. alive? Was that even the right word? Fock. I needed to impress her, show how good I am at stuff. I can be amazing at whateva’ she wants. Woah, woah. Bloody hell. What am I even saying?

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Y/N 2nd person pov:

“Hellooo? Dude?” You shook your hands in front of his zoned out face. “Ah! Oh shit! My bad!” William yelled, running away with a flustered face. Which made you laugh.

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idk. do we want william x reader? potential part 2? whatever y’all want I can do.

#fanfic #x reader #blueycapsules #x y/n #william afton #fnaf x reader

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Everyone Needs a Little Hero | Better Together?

For the rest of the day, Hero felt terrible about the incident with Rey and Sam. Hero didn’t know Rey had come so close to being hurt by a human since he never said anything about it. On the other hand, it wasn’t really something a Borrower would want to talk about casually.

Still, Hero hoped Rey would give him and Sam another chance. After Rey started talking with Sam, everything ran smoothly as though nothing bad happened.

Distracted for the remaining part of the day, Hero decided to reduce his heroing work to helping around the house for the rest of the day – and it was a good thing he did. The whole Rafter family seemed to have a persistent cough and was groggy for the rest of the day. At first, Hero didn’t think anything of it. Everyone got a cough from time to time.

He had to eat his words the next morning though. When he opened his eyes after a not-so-restful slumber, he felt like he was being rushed from the inside and chills kept him shivering to the point where he had to fish out his winter poncho. What was more alarming was that he was the least sick of his whole family.

Despite his burning desire to crawl back into bed, he had a job to do. Sam still needed help on his science project and Watney needed a model to sketch for one of his art projects.

So, leaving Cali, his oldest sister, to help tend to the family and the house, Hero left under the pretense that he was going to go find food that was good for someone who wasn’t feeling well when he was actually going to find something to make the family feel better.

He made his way through the rafters and beams, finding it difficult to balance on some of the wider beams, until he made it to the familiar trim piece above Sam’s cabinet. The wood didn’t even squeak when he pushed it open. Bright green eyes groggy but alert, Hero slipped out on top of the cabinet and inched to the edge.

Sam, his human friend, was at his desk working away on the surface of the volcano, making it look realistic for his project. A quick check for a closed door and Hero felt safe enough to call out to his friend.

“Sam,” he said, voice raspier than he thought it would be. Sam’s head instinctually turned to the little trim piece and a smile spread across his boyish face.

“Hey Hero,” he grinned as he wiped off his hands and jumped up onto his bed, hand outstretched for Hero to use rather than the small teen having to use his hooks and lines. Without hesitation, the Borrower boy walked across the slightly dusty top of the wooden structure and stepped onto Sam’s hand, dropping into a crouch instinctually. Carefully, Same knelt and descended from his spot on the bed and walked back to his desk.

“How’re you?” he asked, keeping his voice low so his parents wouldn’t hear him speaking to the small, handheld boy.

“I’m-” but Hero was interrupted from saying he was good when a fit of coughs ambushed his lungs.

“Woah,” muttered Sam. “That doesn’t sound good.” Hero recovered from his coughing fit just in time for Sam to rest the pad of his finger on his forehead. “And you feel warm.”

“I’m okay,” Hero said reassuringly, though not quite feeling confident in his declaration. “It’s just a cough.”

“Plus a fever. You need to rest and take it easy. Um… you might want some medicine too. Mom always gives me this weird grape tasting stuff when I get the shivers and a cough,” said Sam. Hero smiled and chuckled lightly to himself. Sam, noticing, stared curiously at Hero, prompting a response.

“It’s just… I’m glad you know this. Your offer basically proves the point I was trying to make to my friend when we were talking on our way here yesterday – that it would be a better world if we could all live together and out in the open,” said Hero as he positioned himself more comfortably in Sam’s hand.

Hero expected to hear Sam’s agreement moments after his conclusion, but Sam was quiet. The human boy looked concerned, as though something distracted him slightly about what Hero said.

“Oh yeah… is he okay? Your friend I mean? He seemed really upset yesterday. I… did I do something wrong?” asked Sam. Hero sighed and shook his head, a little off-put that Sam didn’t really answer his question. Still, it was sweet that Sam was worried about Rey.

“Yeah, he’s okay. He had a bad memory of getting stuck when he was little, and it all came back to him when he fell on the volcano yesterday,” stated Hero. A pang of momentary guilt hit him for telling Sam something sensitive and, quite possibly, private about Rey, but he didn’t want to lie and did manage to omit the specifics.

“That’s terrible. I hope he’s doing better. I didn’t mean to scare him. He was really upset when I pulled him out of the glue,” muttered Sam bashfully. “Is… that weird?”

“No, I don’t think it’s weird to feel that way. I think Rey goes by a different set of rules than I do,” stated Hero, but Sam shook his head.

“No… I mean… being held. Is it… weird? Do you… not want me to?” asked Sam, his hand tensing and relaxing a few times awkwardly under Hero. The Borrower teen shook his head.

“No, it’s not weird. I mean… it was a little odd at first, but it’s nice. I kind of like it now actually,” smiled the aspiring hero as he leaned against Sam’s thumb to support his back. Sam smiled in response and flexed his fingers to better cup the small person in his hand.

“That’s good to hear,” Same replied, relaxing with his friend’s reassurance. After a few minutes of quiet between them, Hero’s question came back to the forefront of his mind.

“You… didn’t really say what you thought,” pointed out the Borrower teen. “About living together out in the open. Do you… think it’s a bad idea? Or do you think it’s a good one?” Sam once again was quiet, much like how Rey had been quiet the day before when Hero had posed the same scenario. When Sam finally turned his eyes back to Hero, the answer was apparent.

“I… don’t know. I mean, I think everyone has a different opinion, right? If you want to live out in the open, you should be able to. If you don’t want to, then you shouldn’t need to,” stated Sam. Hero stared quizzically at his human friend before sighing and slumping slightly in Sam’s hand.

“You sound a bit like Rey. You don’t think it’s a good idea, but I don’t understand why,” muttered Hero.

“Well, I mean… your friend seemed really freaked out, meaning he was scared. Wouldn’t others feel the same? Didn’t you ask me not to tell anyone about you? Was that because you were supposed to? Or because you were scared?” asked Sam. Hero felt a pang in his chest. It was true that he was initially fearful of Sam but trusted that Sam would treat him with respect once he showed him that he was intelligent. He was also afraid that others humans would be interested in hunting down his fellow Borrowers if too many humans found out about them. Sam continued as Hero’s thoughts quieted. “I don’t know. I think it would be nice, but not for everyone.”

“I see. Well, I think it would be nice,” muttered Hero, wishing the answer Sam gave him was different. There was another silence between the two of them before Hero’s eyes lulled. He felt a sudden wave of exhaustion come over him. Sam readjusted his hand under the Borrower boy before speaking again.

“Do you want to take a nap? I can put you in my hoodie pocket while I work. I’d let you use my hand, but I need it to finish my project,” said Sam. Hero, liking the idea of a warm, covered place to take a nap, nodded and let Sam place him into his hoodie pocket. The surrounding warmth and minor jostling of Sam’s body when he worked was enough to put the young Borrower boy to sleep.

Hero wasn’t sure how long he was asleep until he poked his head outside of Sam’s pocket and glanced at the clock. He had been there for nearly three hours!

Not good, he thought. He still needed to make it to Watney’s place before the end of the day. He wriggled free and said his good-byes to Sam who, after Hero asked politely, gave him some food to bring back home as well as a tablet of something that he said would help them stop coughing, explaining that he just needed to mix a little into some flavored water and drink.

Hero, already feeling better, hurried back into the walls and made his way up to Watney’s home.

Thankfully, the artist was already home and had everything set up when Hero arrived.

“I just want to say thanks again, Hero. You’re seriously a huge help,” applauded Watney as he quickly sketched the Borrower’s body. Watney had Hero pose belaying down a part of a shelf. Watney let Hero take frequent breaks and let him stay close to the desk, picking himself up every once in a while to get the pose just right.

While the human artist sketched, Hero asked Watney the same question he asked Sam about living together in the open. Watney, unlike Sam, thought that it would be a better world. It would take some getting used to; however, Watney, like Hero, believed that there were more kind people in the world who would accept living together with the littles rather than being cruel to them.

Reassured, Hero continued to pose for the sketch until, finally, Watney was mostly finished. Sure, he needed to touch up a few things here and there, but the overall concept was there. Hero stared in complete amazement at his human friend’s sketch, marveling at the details he threw in such as the wrinkles in Hero’s shirt and the way his hook was just a tad bit bent on the end.

Even though he didn’t want to leave, Hero knew he was gone way longer than he would’ve wanted to be. He apologized and promised he would be back soon, asking bashfully to see the final product when the time came.

Hurrying home, Hero couldn’t help but think about his question like a competition. So far, he had a no, a maybe, and a yes. His vote technically didn’t count since he was asking everyone else what they thought, but the answers were so spread out, it was hard to tell how everyone felt about it.

Surely Ashlynn would agree with him, and probably a few others thought the world would be better if they could all live together. It would make his heroing work so much easier. Supplies would be bountiful, and the community collaboration would be through the roof. Borrowers could easily help with recycling and finding use for things that human might otherwise throw away, and small hands could help with building certain projects and solving problems. Borrowers wouldn’t get sick as often, and humans wouldn’t be as forgetful and lose things in narrow places.

Speaking of which, he concluded his thoughts just as he remembered he needed to help his family get better. What kind of hero would he be if he couldn’t help his family get better from some silly little cough. It wasn’t until he got home that he realized that this “little cough” was a lot more severe than he thought.

Everyone was practically out of commission. Even his oldest sister, who had one of the strongest spirits that he had ever encountered, was doubled over coughing. She would’ve scolded him for staying away so long if his haul, courtesy of Sam, weren’t so good. He managed to slip the medicine Sam gave him into some lemonade his mom made and began passing it around to everyone, who complained about an odd aftertaste.

While Hero began picking up the slack around the house that he had neglected while he was away for the morning, he noticed something. He noticed it on the way home too, but it was more noticeable now while he was bustling about their home. There was an odd, stale smell lingering in the air that smelled sour. Hero wanted to know more, but he would have to put that on the back burner for now.

Right now, his family needed him – they needed a hero – and he was just the person for the job, even if it was just doing the laundry.

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The Seatmate

(Stanford) Sam Winchester x Fem Reader

Warnings; none just fluff from our previous college boy.

Summary; College isn't easy, especially when there's one boy that draws your attention away from the lectures.

AN: thank you for following my account! it means so much to me, I love student sam winchester.

This was not proofread, sorry for any mistakes!

(y/d/j) = your dream job

Stanford University, the only college my parents instilled in the back of my mind from the ripe age of six. It was move in day and there was so much noise going around campus. After making multiple trips up and down the staircase of my dormitory I needed a break. I went around looking for my classes with my family, pointing out the extra perks the campus came with such as the secluded study spots, places to grab a quick bite on the way to class, or where the campus cats liked to roam.

I haven’t even been here for a couple of hours and my persistent mother has already been pushing the idea of me getting a special someone. I didn’t really want to think of that, as my dream of becoming (y/d/j) took up most of my time. I had other things on my mind such as setting up my school supplies for my first class tomorrow or what I was going to wear.

As we returned to my dorm, the feeling of leaving my family began to suddenly fill the back of my mind. I wasn’t necessarily close to them, but I had lived with them for eighteen years. After lots of tears, and laughing, I saw that my family car had driven away from the parking lot. The quietness bothered me a bit, so I reached for my phone to play some music as there was a knock on my door. I adjusted my clothes that wrinkled from my not broken in bed.

I flinched at the coldness of the doorknob, and saw a way too energetic girl around my age just wanting to introduce herself to her “neighbors”.

She had invited me to a small get together down by one of the empty fields. I had agreed and decided to meet her there. Music filled my ears, and there was more than hundred of what I’m assuming were freshman. As I went to find my newly made friend, I got bumped into, feeling cold liquid fill the top of my shirt. I looked up and was greeted by a blushing, obviously embarrassed guy. He quickly started spurting out apologies and walked away. I laughed and motioned that it was okay.

I honestly just wanted to go back and change but decided to stick it out. After I was finished mingling which wasn't very long, I made my way back to the building and went to sleep.

The next day was a mess, I woke up late as my alarm clock wasn't plugged in, then someone flooded the community bathroom for our floor. I had to brush my teeth using a water bottle in my refrigerator. I managed to eat a small bite, and was out the door as soon as I was dressed.

Luckily, I went to find my classes yesterday so I wasn't lost. I saw my professor’s door was already opened, and so many seats were already filled up.

I didn't care where I sat as long as I could see the board. There was a guy who I sat next to who looked very ready for class. The notebooks neatly spread out, paper in case it was needed, writing utensils, basically the whole nine yards. I was kind of relieved just in case I was lost in the class I knew I could ask him.

As the professor came in, he began to call attendance, this was the perfect opportunity to start a conversation with him. I waited to hear his name and for him to react to it,

“Sam Winchester” a monotone voice reached out looking to put a face to a name.

The tall boy who sat next to me raised his hand but kept his hand down. It was so weird because I felt he looked so familiar. As he turned to put something back in his bag he ended up hitting me slightly, on accident. The same worried expression and fast apologies gave him dead away. He was the one who spilt the drink on me last night.

I mustered up the courage to start whatever this was going to be,

“You just love bumping into me, don’t you?” I giggled pushing my playful tone.

He blushed and cleared his throat,

“I meant to apologize last night but I was too embarrassed. Im sorry... for right now and last night...” he said in a husky morning voice.

I laughed at his awkwardness,

“I’m Sam” he said putting his hand out for me to shake it as he have a tired smile.

“y/n”

By the time I knew it, the semester flew by, and with the help of sam I was crushing all my classes. We were the best of friends, so many late night study sessions, coffee runs, and trading of personal stories.

One day as I was over at sam's place, I had run out with him to grab some lunch before returning back to studying. Sam had just let me know he got an interview to further his journey to becoming a lawyer. I was so excited I had to get him some brain fuel as a celebration.

Sam messed with his keys as he was trying to open the door, he flicked on the light but stopped me from going in any further. He looked around almost as if he was investigating the place,

“Sam are you okay?” I said curiously, but then turned my head when movement caught my eye.

I screamed so loud I should have alerted the whole neighborhood. The silhouetted person made way towards me when Sam stepped in front of me, he sighed and said,

“Dean.”

Dean didn’t even acknowledge his presence but stared at me behind him. Unknowingly I had reverted to my hunter skills when I got scared and pulled the knife my dad gave me. It was filled with protection symbols and other greek letterings.

Sam turned around to see what had deans attention, and his expression dropped when he saw what I was holding.

He breathed out,

“You're a hunter?”

#supernatural #supernatural x reader #sam winchester #sam winchester x y/n #reader pov #college au #winchester #fanfic #y/n

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pastsaoi · 1 year

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i'd love to know about all of the wips because of the sheer potential of all of them, really.

bet okay here we go ty for asking!! all of these r drafts so excuse anything that is clunky or weird sounding

part 2 in the 'is marius von hagen an idiot or just bisexual' series

this revolves around marius being allergic to silver. all his jewellery is platinum and he gets touched by luke Who Is Wearing A Silver Ring At The Time. queue a nasty rash all over and he never notices the ring bc he is more focused on luke, which leads to mar believing he is allergic to Luke Pearce and asking the rest of the team about it. he is genuinely distressed at the thought of potentially being allergic to luke

Whenever it was just Vyn, Robin and Artem in the NXX Headquarters, it was quite peaceful. They got on with their work with quiet conversations and no terrible, very bad ideas. With Robin present, it stopped Artem and Vyn from their bickering and, thus, it was calm. Serene one could say. The perfect environment to work and not fuck it up. Though it could also be said that this was simply calm before the storm.

So when the quick pounding of footsteps echoed around the hall near the door, Vyn took a deep breath, Artem rubbed at his temples and Robin clasped her hands together, hoping for something normal for the team like a murder or missing persons case.

"CAN YOU BE ALLERGIC TO PEOPLE?"

Her hopes had not been answered and Robin simply stared at where Marius stood at the doorway, looking… well, like shit.

once upon a fucking december

Okay so. Anastasia is my favourite film of All Time so ofc i had to make a tot au for it!! i have many different variations for this idea such as: rosa as anya and luke as dimitri, vyn as anya and rosa as dimitri, marius as anya luke as dimitri You Get The Idea. i don't actually have a snippet for this one bc its mostly just plots and plans in a gdoc But i will write it one day when i decide who to write as who

nxx unsolved : supernatural

The team go ghosthunting basically. marius signs them up to go explore a supposedly haunted building in stellis after someone asks and he does it under the guise of Teamwork and Team Bonding. its mostly a disaster

"This is a terrible idea," Vyn had stood up to fix himself a cup of tea almost immediately as Marius started speaking, though the whole team knew if he could get something stronger he would.

Marius pointedly ignored him. "We could be like the guys from Scooby Doo! I will be Fred and Miss can be Velma since she's the smartest out of all of us."

"Luke has eaten dog food before so he can be Scooby," Robin pitched in from where she was sitting, sending a bright grin over in Luke's direction.

"Fuck you! I swore you to secrecy!" The dog food eater threw the pillow he was holding at Robin and it was quickly tossed back.

Robin kept her smile, "all's fair in love and war. And I want Artem to be Daphne!"

"Why should Artem be Daphne? They're nothing alike?"

"He's the prettiest out of us all and don't argue, 'cause you know I'm right, Luke!"

backstreets back ALRIGHT DUN DUN DUNDUN

band/idol au thing. i was listening to nysnc and then i sat up and was like Wait A Second and thats how this idea was born. poor rosa is going through it as she deals with their bullshit. havent written much for this one atm but

Robin got the email yesterday that she was getting transferred into group management.

She was being assigned to a newly established boy band named NXX and was now the group manager. Robin couldn't believe her eyes, she was a goddamned PR manager????? Who in their right mind got her to do this??

Sure, she'd done something similar in her first year with TE. Her first job with the company was working with their most successful girl group, JAEI, but she wasn't the group manager???? She was the one who managed their social media and scheduled interviews! That's nothing compared to actually managing a group?? How would she be able to manage this?

Robin needed coffee, and Celestine, and more coffee.

Dead in 3 years?? OR NOT

Right. this one Luke is Dead and is now a ghost who goes around haunting fancy places for fun. he ends up haunting marius' new home which is very fancy and he ends up befriending a ghost luke. again i have no snippet for this one bc. I have not written anything yet but it is an idea that i will eventually write!!!

hey god can you take this guy away

yk the river styx? charon the ferryman who takes over the dead people? Yeah that is luke pearce and marius, a very not dead person arrives asking to go to the underworld

Long boat rides offer a lot of time for thinking, but Luke was really all thinking out. He had been here for who knows how many years and no longer had much to think about, lest he wanted to question his very existence for the 8th time that week.

He has to admit though. This shit is so, so lonely. The lost dead people don't really talk to him and are too nervous about their journey to the Underworld to actually speak so they aren't any fun. You get sick of morbidly enjoying people's stress after a short while, he might be a courier of souls but he isn't a monster!

Which is why, on his next journey over the river, as he was letting people onto his boat and accepting their kinda gross coins from their mouth, Luke was pleasantly surprised to see a definitely not dead guy.

Vyn Richter Loses It

story is in the title tbh. vyn is tired he has had A Bad Week and just wants to get this nxx meeting over with and go home but then the blender blows up and there is a strange mixture everywhere (help Him)

He has zero patience for the members of the NXX team today (excluding Robin, of course). His lacking patience rears it head once again when he walks into headquarter and finds-

Well, it looks like a fucking bomb went off.

Keep in mind, Vyn owns the building that houses their headquarters. He paid for it and while he isn't lacking in money, it was still expensive, it's in the Victorian District for God's sake stuff there isn't exactly cheap.

So, pardon his reaction to finding the entire room covered in something white that quite frankly makes Vyn very nervous. Oh, and really annoyed. Not to mention the blasting of a K-Pop song he recognises since it was both Neil and Giann's favourite song for a while. (For about 5 months straight it was the only song allowed to be played in headquarters and in their modes of transport (it drove Vyn absolutely mad)). The song isn't helping with anything.

There is a distinct odour of vanilla and egg which is quite possibly the worst combination of things he's ever smelt. He covers his nose and closes his eyes in a desperate attempt to keep his growing temper in check and prepare himself for whatever he'll find in there.

RED ALERT VYN RICHTER IS HOT

this is just rosa thinking abt how hot all her team is and also realising that Vyn may be the hottest out them all and needing to go sit and think. this is mildly fanservice-y but its okay

Robin knew she worked with insanely attractive men. She knew it, she relished in it, she embraced it.

However since she is around attractive men so much, she tends to forget just how hot they are sometimes. At random points it hits her, like when Artem stretched his arms above his head and she just stared. And he had a tight shirt on. And she could see everything. (She excused herself and sat on the bathroom floor in headquarters for about 15 minutes, rethinking everything.)

She frequently had these random experiences and she usually handled them quite well. It came with a lot of self reflection and crying at just how lucky she was to be with such works of art regularly.

those r my drafts. my wips. can u tell i like marluke just a Bit

will i ever finish these? Who knows bc i certainly do not i am a busy person but i love them all so maybe one day u will see them on my ao3

#my silly little drafts #wip tag game #tears of themis #are they horrible ideas? perhaps but i like them and i hope u do too #:]!!!!!!!

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diary2

today we did errands and i did hate it like i thought. i don't know why i hate it so much. like okay hate it's too strong a way to put it but it wigs me out totally.

i guess probably, i hate going outside lately, and partly being around my gf and her mom puts me on edge, they're both anxious people who dawdle or i feel like they dawdle and i just want to go back home because it's hot out because we live in the dumbest desert ever and even if they're both having a good time basically it's made up of 100 mini arguments that no one has any stake in until one of the decides that something was really actually transgressed and that makes me feel catty and irritable but also i'm stupid and lazy, or i don't know. i feel kind of like i have to do most of the important stuff, but what is that really, that's not true, i just watch the laundry in the laundromat, i sit and listen to orchid, i feel people stare at me and then i watch my girlfriend fold the laundry because she doesn't like/need my help, and then we go to the store and she wanders around, she used to be a lot worse, and she also randomly decides rather than having us go look for something in the direction we're going maybe she should ask her mom to do that, and then get disappointed with what her mom brings her, so we go look. i don't know. it's annoying, is all, and i feel bad about that because it's so dumb to be annoyed, it should be funny it feels like but it makes me a little miserable to be dragged around places that make me feel totally dirty to be inside of, like, have you looked at the floors of every super market/market/wherever you buy your vegetables like god it's so gross and i'm transfixed by that because i'm like, also that gross too basically, right.

or i think that way a little. otherwise today was fine except for i came home and went crazy. when i go crazy i just say the same thing over and over, and i don't know why, it's not mean stuff it's just all stupid, i feel a clot in my throat talking about it/typing it, because like, what is it, i'm always convinced i know exactly what i'm saying when i'm saying it, but i can hardly remember, and like, there's almost no intention, i just start doing things and i can't help it, i just do it. when i'm super stressed i guess i just become way stupid.

definitely.

n e wayzzz, yesterday i think i fucked up a number, it wasn't 22 i stopped crying right, it was earlier, like, 21-20-ish probably. i don't know why correcting that feels so important. it makes me look way more pathetic, which is fine, i've made peace with that. everything that's ever happened to me means way too much for way too long. i don't think i hold grudges, at least.

last night i saw this print in the towel from last time i wore makeup, it happens every time so next time, which will be soon cuz i'll put makeup on when i go see melt banana cuz i want to serve cunt i guess, anyways it was my eyes closed drawn w/ mascara, when i washed my face and i couldn't get all the stuff off my face because i'm really lazy with the micellar pads or actually it's mostly because i like waking up and seeing some on my face still. i think it's actually when eyeliner looks best on me.

that's like, true.

tomorrow is gonna be weird because i have to meet with someone for semi-professional reasons after not having a job forever because i'm honestly terrible at being employed and it makes wanna die, but this is me probably getting paid to make music for someone's movie, and he likes a demo i did for him so that's #cool right. it's scary because i don't know what he'll say and how much he'll want from me, and i'm scared about not being perfect at it, and i'm scared it'll sap my ability to make what i normally make anyways but that fear is really stupid. if anything i think it'd make me want to go the other direction more, right.

i did work on music today but no vox, i just took some drums off grid on a song, which is fun, or not really but it's rewarding to go through and think about how another human would be dealing with a song/interpreting it in a live way almost, but the hits being so clearly from a drum machine of some kind, it makes it a little uncanny.

tomorrow i need to wake up early, so i can warm up and do some vocals somewhere, probably work on the song that i want to be another single a little bit, some parts need a little improvement i feel like. i didn't listen to the songs i did yesterday yet, too freaked out i guess.

today i ate, like, i forgot what i started with. i woke up in pain, my stomach was a gravity pit and it made getting up hard, i was just falling into myself and my body was distantly sore, i woke up, and i took too long in the shower so my gf's mom got here while i was drying my hair which probably is part of what put me in a stressed out place today already. anyways i think the first thing i ate after 2-3 hours of being awake was chicken tenders. i'm not saying where from because it makes me feel sort of ridiculous i guess, i dunno why. i should just say because it is ridiculous and it's really funny, for some reason shaq owns some kind of chicken chain, and we ate it today. it's fine, i like the french fries, they're crazy thin and i think i can still taste the salt at the back of my throat. we ate in the car because laundry had to happen. i didn't have water so i was dying a little bit. i have water now which is nice. uhhhhhhhhhhhh

trying to think, the next time i ate was at home, i ate a cinnamon roll that i think my girlfriend wanted but also doesn't care about too much and a blueberry muffin. i keep saying i'm going to eat the other one because it makes me look psycho, which is funny i think. what else.

in the shower, today, i thought about living with my aunt a lot, i hope my cousin who moved out around the same time i was moving out of there is well, i hope my cousin who moved in as i moved in there and is presumably still there, there being vague because maybe my aunt moved and took her kid with her, is doing better than he was, but i don't know. i sort of developed the fear that he maybe did something awful, i don't know why he would though.

makes me think about my other cousins, on my dad's side. they both turned out to have awful lives, they were normal for a while until they were adults, and switches came on in their heads maybe, around the same time each were arrested for domestic violence, both in jail. i remember vividly the time one picked up their cat and threw her in the pool and we three watched her run out, long hair all wet, she looked like a rat from a sewer. they were in highschool, i was way younger. another time, one showed me a glass bluebird, translucent, he talked about how it represented jesus, and then in that same stretch of time, i played ocarina of time on their n64.

i also ate some pretzel rods, i forgot, they were from the 99 cent store, i tried to get some in the smiths but my gf said: i got those exact ones in the 99 cent store. and then her mom showed up and she told that to her mom twice because her mom was not listening at all the first time.

friday we are seeing melt banana which i am excited about but i am not excited about hanging out downtown potentially cuz it's so fucking windy in the summer i don't want to have my bangs get fucked up in the wind that's so annoyinggg and also last time we were there i became inconsolable because i tried a dress on and it didn't fit and i was unhappy for at least 2 days. i think i sound really unfun in these posts. whatever.

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