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lemonsknees · 10 months

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so i grew up in a household with a lot of questionable stuff. And sometime i wondered why none of the adults in my life ever did anything about it. I'm a teacher now and i made a decision to make a report today, and i kinda wanted to talk about it, for myself but also for anybody else who ever wondered for themselves. So uh, yeah.

Firstly i didn't know what i was doing, i still really dont, I'm an after school teacher for community education and camps and stuff, not a mandatory reporter, no hipa forms or experience with em, but all the same Ill keep this anonymous. This account isn't really connected with people who know me irl anyways

This was the first day I'd ever met this kid. And i could tell right away something was wrong. At first i thought it was just some regular misbehavior, testing limits and exploring cultural taboos. Its a drawing class and the kids drawing chainsaws, i see no issue, plenty of kids wanna draw weapons they see in video games and tv. He's loud and unkind to the other kids, i try to move passed it. Maybe he's having a hard time or having some social development delays. One of the assistants to the camp directors came to check in and my trouble maker started growling and circling him. Not great. But kids are kids. I'm just trying to facilitate everyone having a good time. He hits some of the other kids and i get after him. My best "teacher" voice. Some royal We statements, the sorts of things you learn to do when kids are misbehaving. He's just unresponsive to it. And honestly it's all still pretty normal. But then he starts talking about things that happen at home. Things that are abuse. Things that make your stomach drop.

In my own life and childhood my family drilled in my head the script for child protective services. The horror stories about abusive foster families. My area was low income and so they were always poking around, every now and again someone would get scooped up and out of town. People would make fake reports on their neighbors kids for revenge on other feuds and petty arguments. I was terrified of CPS. They were the boogieman. They were kidnappers.

But now I'm an adult.

The woman on the phone was nice. I didn't know what to do, the camp director helped me fill out the report and communicate with the service woman. Getting the information they needed.

I told her everything the child had said. Including physical abuse and neglect. As well as the additional signs of abuse surrounding it.

And what i learned: They need every piece of information that you can give.

And they need proof. Or at least reason to believe they'll be able to get it

They need a cooperative child. Willing to repeat themselves in a more serious context then simple classroom bravado.

I spent my adult life wondering why none of the adults in my life ever "did anything" chances are they might of tried,,

But the signs of abuse, the suspicion that "somethings not right here" and the words of a child aren't enough for that family to get a knock on their door and a look around. Apparently.

At least that's how it seemed from what i was told. I still have the rest of this week, theres a chance they'll call me back, but more likely they'll send a letter to my job.

My boss called me to check in and asked if i was ok. Told me i did right what i was supposed to. And i told him i was okay. But I'm shaken up. Idk if i just stuck my nose in the wrong spot and someone might be worse off for it. Or if i just did the best i could with less then i needed and i won't get anything done for it.

The kid might never know anyone tried for him. He probably wouldn't want me to try. I wouldn't of at that age. But now i wish someone had. So I'm spinning and it's not about me. I just have to do my best to do whats right and hope it does right

#Tw:Child protective services #TW:abuse #Rant #Personal

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visd3stele · 3 years

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The beauty and his beast - wolfstar fic

summary: two different nights, years passed, some things changes, but some never do

TW: nightmares, PTSD, trauma, non depictive child abuse, themes of suicidal thoughts

A/N: I loved writing this, but I am so nervous about it. What do you think?

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fanart credit picture down below: @lunopal

Ragged voices licked his ears. Three different ones overlapped in a cacophony of hissed whispers and dooming laughs. From where he stood in the middle of his cell, Sirius could see a silhouette standing in the open door. Open, because there was no way he could escape. Three Dementors floated in a circle around him, so fast he could barely tell them apart. Black smoke, a burning smell and shadows whirled under low hoods, bringing him to his knees.

The man in the door curled his lips in a terrible grin. The Dementors were his and with each mind they broke, with each soul they ate, the wizard gained a sense of pride and morbid joy.

Sirius knew it. He knew the man, back in his school years - how far they seemed now! But Sirius also knew he was delusional. The Dementors bow to no one. They have no law, no caretaker, no master. Only their purpose.

Continuing to swirl around his frail body, sinked in to a third of what it used to be, bony edges poking out through dirty thin layers of clothing, the Dementors closed in on Sirius. Flashes of memories flew before the Animagus' eyes. James' empty ones, still open in a silent plea for his sacrifice to be enough to save his family, his brown hair dipped in his own blood, body angled in an unnatural position with his hand stretched forward above his head as if reaching for his best friend. Lily's tears, yet to dry and evaporates, stained her too pale face, the red of her hair sprayed around too lively; no blood pools formed around her lifeless body, laid on its belly as it fell onward, as if leaping away from her son, so the baby won't have to see it. And finally Harry, his godson, crying in his crib, a brown-red crust shaped like a lightning forming on his forehead; his green, small eyes, swollen, puffy and trimmed with red followed his godfather as the man turned his back on him and ran outside.

Sirius cursed loudly, beginning to shackle the chains trapping him in place in case he tried to escape the daily visit of the Prison Warrant and his guards. But the now twenty five years old has stopped trying to run a long time ago. What good would it be? There was nothing - no one - waiting from him out in the world. No, Sirius trashing around the cold, dirty dais, snapping the metal biting in his wrists, bruising his effervescent skin and almost cracking his bones as well was his attempt to run from his own mind. If he could just wipe the haunting memories away with a shook of his head, a twist of his back or punching and kicking the thick walls.

Fragments of thoughts he wasn't sure belonged to him invaded his mind. "Your fault. Traitor. Another Black." And, worst of all, one pained howl, a desperate scream in the night. Sirius wasn't sure if he heard it, or the dark creatures around toyed with him, but Remus' wild, feral yell of pure hurt reverberated inside the bars of his mind. The young wizard shut his eyes closed tightly, hoping to brush away the sound, the voices. Failing to do so, he released a scream of his own, only a hint of Padfoot, the big, black dog, his alter ego, printed in it.

The thirty four years old man yanked up. The bed sheets were soaked in his sweat, the blanket throwed on the floor. Sirius passed a shacking hand over his face, feeling the hot air leaving his mouth in short breaths, than big inhales with no exhale, the burning of tears on his warm red cheeks and the running nose. His lips felt sewed together all of a sudden, as chill after chill entered his body, cooling off his face too quickly.

It was just a nightmare, he knew. He escaped Azkaban, has been a free man from over a week already. But Sirius Black couldn't let the twelve years in prison go. The things he saw there, what the Dementors showed him day after day, carved their way in his brain, refusing to leave. Yes, he may have been wrong: his family and living friend welcomed him back. Harry was warming up to hid godfather, Nymphadora Tonks was eager to know her uncle, Andromeda even reached out, sending letter after letter and Remus - well, Remus hugged him tight and apologized for believing that filthy rat's lies. The werewolf spent his days, from first ray of sunshine until the last drop of sunlight. But the nights he went home. The nights when ghosts came to play, wounds teared open and pain leaked like blood from Sirius' heart, Remus was gone.

He tried to remember a time they didn't share a bed - before Azkaban, of course. Not in a sexual way, though it came to that in the late years of Hogwarts too. But simply for the comfort they each found in the other. It started in the second year, Sirius recalled.

Four twelve years old boys in a room seemed like a receipt for disaster. In a way, it was. After finding out their friend's secret, James, Sirius and Peter decided to sneak in the herbology cabinet, get Mandrake leaves and become Animagus. Seeing as they got away with it, the four created their enchanted map and become the Marauders, messers Prongs, Padfoot, Moony and Wormtail, waltzing their merry way through Hogwarts.

Not everything was merry and joyful, though. And despite their reputation, the wizards could be grave and serious when need be. Like one night, when Sirius woke them all up with his cries. The grey eyed boy stood on top of his bed covers, knees drawn to his chest, hands tangled in his shoulder length hair. He leaned back and forth, trembling. Front teeth bit in his lower lip to prevent him from making more noises as silent tears rolled down his face.

The other three boys thought Sirius saw a mean spirit, the haunted glassy look in his eyes only proving their theory further. But no danger threatened in the shadows of their room. No monster lurked in the darkness.

James was the first to get up and surf his way to the pure blood. Remus followed closely behind while Peter watched everything from the safety of his bed. Sirius' episode truly spooked him.

"Padfoot, mate, what's wrong?"

"Nothing. 'm sorry. Go back to sleep."

James and Remus changed worried looks at the sourness of Sirius' voice. Their friend would usually be the epitome of confidence, yet now he seemed to desperately try to shrink and disappear. But it was late and they were tired, so the boys decided with a swift nod that they'd pick up the subject in the morning and climbed back under their covers.

Remus jolted awake. Two out of his three best friends were sound asleep. Sirius still stared at the wall in front of him, breathing jerky. Due to his fine, superior hearing, the werewolf discerned the Black boy's muffled whimpers, sounds that kept him from sleeping.

"Sirius, why are you so afraid?" Remus whispered.

" 'm not afraid, Moony. Sleep."

"Can't. Werewolf remember? I hear you trying to not cry. You can cry, you know."

"I know." Sirius said in a tone that clearly showed he doesn't. With a sigh, Remus threw away his blanket, slipped his feet in his shoes and trailed his legs over the dorm's brick daises until he reached his friend's bed. The brown haired boy signed Sirius to scoop over, which he did, to both wizards surprise.

Later, when talking about that night, Padfoot admitted he was too tired, too shocked and too lost in his mind to think and only acted on auto pilot.

Remus brought the blankets to cover them both, still seated as they were. "Do you need a hug?" Sirius hesitated before answering, but eventually he nodded twice, a quick movement as if the boy was ashamed to admit it and wanted to pass unnoticed.

But Remus smiled softly and wrapped his hands around him. Sirius clinged onto his friend. The warmth of the gesture, the cozy closeness of a settled, stable body, a person that cared deeply about him and only him as a being, set the restrained tears free. Remus held Sirius until his body stilled and he could feel no more tears soaking his pajamas.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

Sirius swallowed, but the words demanded to be spoken. "Yes."

"Alright. I'm gonna ask you questions and you can answer with yes or no. It's your choice if you want to elaborate. Sounds good?"

"Yes." Sirius said and for a moment his usual, ironic self showed up.

"Was it a nightmare?"

"Yes."

"About your family?"

With a shudder, the grey eyed boy forced out another "yes."

"Your brother?"

"No."

"Your parents, then. Did they - did they do something to you?"

"Yes." Remus' arms tighten around him and he clunged harder to his friend as well. In the safety of the Gryffindor dorm, shared with his most trusted peers, comforted by the scarred boy he became an Animagus for, Sirius stumbled over his thoughts. The dream weighted heavy on his mind, but he didn't know how to let free of those horrible images that haunted him. Not images, memories. Sirius feared that if he said anything they'll become real. Not that they weren't, but they happened in the past. Talking about them, invoking them, would feel like living through them again.

And yet, part of him wanted to talk. He needed someone to know. Sirius couldn't be sure why. Maybe to hear that it was nothing, that it was ok and he shouldn't be such a weak ship. Or maybe to hear it was normal and he wasn't alone. That is how parents love and his didn't hate him after all. Or just to show someone how broken he were, hoping to be picked un and patched.

So, speaking slowly, but evenly, Sirius retailed his nightmare to Remus. In his sleep, the twelve years old boy was hanging some muggle posters in his room: bands, promo for concerts, normal things a boy his age would own. He smiled broadly, music turned on quite loud, muggle music, when his parents bursts in. Walburga and Orion both yell, but Sirius can’t understand what they’re saying. It’s pretty clear they are very upset with him, though. And the reason couldn’t be more obvious.

“Sirius Orion Black!” his mother shrieked. “Ungrateful, worthless child! You are a stain on the family’s name.”

“You should be ashamed of you. As much as I am for being your father. Well, say something. Look how upset you made your mother!”

“Sorry,” he’d try to say, but his voice would break, too small to be heard by the angry adults. Which only worsened their state. Sirius watched frozen in terror as Walburga took her wand. Only his head seemed to be able to move, and he was shacking it vigorously, wiping his cheeks with it. The young wizard tasted tears on his tongue as he repeated the same words over and over again “no, please, ‘m sorry!” It did nothing to help.

Remus stayed in his bed that night.

°•▪︎~▪︎•°

The moon shone mockingly on the window. Last night has been a full moon and Prongs, Padfoot and Wormtail failed to properly contain Moony. It happened quite a lot in their first days as Animagus. As normal, they got better over the years, the four boys falling in rhythm like an oiled machine. By the time they reached excellency, though, mistakes happened. James, Peter and Sirius thought less of it, but Remus took it badly.

As he laid in the dark, blanket drawn to cover his head as he hugged his knees on the side, the young werewolf tried to remember what happened last night. What if he killed someone? What if he will next time the boys won’t be able to restrain him? Is it worth living like this, a danger to himself and the ones around? What if he hurts his friends?

“I can hear your mind working from over here y’know?”

Remus straighten up in shock. “Padfoot?”

“Well, it’s not the Fat Lady. What’s on your mind?”

Remus shrugged, but Sirius wouldn’t stop pestering him until he poured his deepest fears and doubts.

“You won’t”

“How do you know this?”

“You won’t, Moony,” Sirius said more firmly this time.

“Alright.” Remus clearly didn’t believe him and his worries still troubled him as he turned to lay back down. He heard footsteps, then felt the mattress shifting as another body climbed over his bed covers. “I know because I am Sirius Black and you are my friend.” Less than an hour later, both boys were sound asleep.

Sirius slept in his bed that night.

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It became a tradition. At first, they'd wait until one of them woke frozen in pain and panic, then they'd stay together and talk silently until they could sleep again. Later, Sirius and Remus would wait until James and Peter were out to decide who's bed to sleep in, knowing one of them - or both - ought to need the comfort.

The man kept trembling. His sobs caught in hiccups, leaving him out of breath. He did it. He left Harry for revenge. He practically made the choice for James and Lily, selecting Peter as secret keeper. His brother died and instead of mourning him, Sirius rejoiced bitterly in his cell - until he found out how he betrayed the Dark Lord.

He was just another Black. An evil presence in the world, despite his efforts. Gryffindor or Slytherin, it mattered not when his genes crafted him. Sirius tried so hard to be good, brave, loyal and the only thing he managed was to disappoint everyone. He was a nuisance and a burden and the a stain on the world. It'd be better if his sorry, useless existence would be wiped off the surface of the Earth.

Such thoughts clouded Sirius' mind when a light knock pulled him out of his head. "May I come in, Padfoot?"

The man almost broke at the nickname. Only one single person now would know to call him that. The weight of the realization hit him and another wave of tears carried the air from his lungs.

Receiving no answer, Remus kicked the door open, worry written all over him. The werewolf was panting and sweating from running, eyes wide close to terror. "Padfoot!" Seeing his oldest friend's state, he rushed to his side and hesitated only a moment before drawing him in for a hug.

"Nightmare?"

"Yes."

"Azkaban?"

"Yes."

"Dementors?"

"Yes. They-" Sirius gulped, shame tightening up in his throat. He was a thirty four man, for Godric's sake! And yet he cries like a baby. But the path he and Remus trailed off to, simple questions, any type of answer, so familiar and soothing he couldn't stop. "They tortured me. Showing me their - James and Lily's - death over and over. I left Harry, Moony. I stepped inside the house, saw that beautiful, brave child, suffering and I took off after bloody Pettigrew!" Before Remus could say a thing, Sirius continued, teeth so barred that words barely spitted out. "I heard you screaming too. I don't think that was real, but it sounded so broken, Moony. Twelve years, over twenty four full moons alone. 'm so sorry. It's all my fault."

Remus inhaled sharply, pulling Sirius even closer to him. He rubbed circles on his back, leaning to whisper in his ear "It was not, Padfoot. I should have trusted you more, star. If anything, it's my fault for spending so much time alone. So much, in fact, that it seems I neglected you, our agreement."

“It was my fault.” Sirius insisted.

“No,” and not letting him time to argue, Remus added “I know so, Sirius, because I am Remus Lupin and you are my... friend.”

Sirius pulled away only to find a reluctant smile playing on Remus' face. His body reacted before his mind could process its moving. He moved on the right side of the bed, still avoiding the other wizard's eyes. "Why are you here, Remus?"

"I couldn't sleep either. Thought to check on you as well. And good thing I did. You looked..." The professor didn't know how to finish that sentenced. Hollow. Empty. Dead. Scaringly close to death, in fact.

"Merlin! Thank you, Moony. You don't look bad yourself."

Remus chuckled. "Are you feeling any better?"

"No. You?"

"No."

Both men laughed. A bitter sweet sound passing through silence, taking with it any sign of discomfort that existed.

"I'm glad you came."

"Me too."

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greypoth0ts · 3 years

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it was a pretty long day

T/W: MENTIONS OF PANIC/ANXIETY ATTACK/VOMITTING

Characters: Ushijima(who else) hehe

Note: Yes I am projecting again - these days I just want to dance to LANY with the person I love. :')

It was a pretty long day - you're so worn out from work.

Work was tough, your line of work has always been tough. Not only do you nurture kids, you nurture kids with special needs. On top of teaching, you deal with emotions, tantrums & melt downs. Good days are good. Bad days.. they'll take a toll on you.

Today was tougher on a different level. Chaos in the class. Kids screaming their head off, dealing with meltdown and toileting. Refusing to cooperate, didn't want to do their work. By 3pm you were already flat out exhausted. You just really wanted to call it a day.

You know that days like these are normal. Sometimes you take it in your stride. Sometimes you just let it weigh you down. Today.. today you finished work with anxiety and it almost went onto a full blown panic attack.

"goodbye! see you tomorrow!" you said to your colleagues. Getting out of work on time. Today was just too much to put up with.

Stepping out of school gates, you felt faint. Sick to your stomach even. You tried your best not to throw up. You kept walking until you reached your train station.

"I am leaving workplace now, going to reach home in 30 mins babe." you texted Ushy. It was a Tuesday. So Ushy does not have practice on Tuesdays. He's home, waiting for you to have dinner with him.

"ok babe, waiting for you. I made some steak. Safe journey home. :)" - Ushy replied your text almost immediately.

"I'm not feeling too good, I think work was too much today. I feel like I'm going to throw up" - you replied to Ushy.

You haven't had a panic attack in awhile now. It's been years. You've kept it controlled all these years and also, Ushy played a big part in keeping it controlled. He recognises the signs and immediately helps you to snap out of it when he sees it. He tries to never let you slip into it.

You try to hold it together, your stomach in knots. You really want to throw up but you don't want to be judged. You try to find one thing to focus on. But you just can't keep your focus. You keep walking, walking and walking. It's like even though your body wants to just sprawl on public floor, your muscle memory just kept bringing you through to the train station.

Ushy kept calling. But you left your phone on silent. You were too focused on trying to suppress the attack anyway. There was no way you would be able to string your words even if you picked up the phone.

Ushy at home - worried sick. He's seen you spiral before, it's not a pretty sight. It's a sight that he hates because he is so helpless. He hates seeing you in pain, even if you get a paper cut, he makes a big hoo ha about the small wound. Thats what you love about him. He cares, and he cares so deeply. Hence he made it a point to himself to learn your first signs of panic and stop it just in time before you spiral.

He's considering to come find you and meet you half way. He would've hated if anything happened to you. But he kept his cool. He knew that the best bet is to stay home, to wait for you. He kept pacing up and down the house, he kept calling you. He is imagining the worst scenarios in his head and was on the verge of tears. But Ushijima never gives up, he just kept calling in hopes that you will pick up soon.

You survived the walk to the train station in a piece. Now the peak hour crowed made it worst. Whatever you want to let out is already at the tip. You stopped in your tracks.

Closed your eyes, took a deep breath..... steadied yourself.. and entered the train.

"keep it together, keep it together, am not going to puke in the train" - you thought to yourself repeatedly in the train.

You clench your fist so hard they leave a mark. You were bursting in cold sweat. You tried to keep your focus but you couldn't.

As soon as you turn into your house - you see Ushy at the door, walking towards your direction. Even before you could greet him, you threw up all over the floor. And as he inches closer - you reached out your hand to him, in a way to stop him from coming closer because the vomit will get all over him.

But Ushy didn't give a shit. The person he loved the most was suffering, he wanted to be there to hold you no matter the circumstances.

And you did exactly what you didn't want to - you threw up on Ushy.

"it's okay love, I'm here now. I'm so sorry I wasn't there. Take all the time you need to puke, once you're done, we'll get you cleaned up." - Ushijima reassured you, with his hands on your back, patting you, hoping you feel better.

You couldn't even bring yourself to say sorry. You didn't even get a chance to. You're bent over, puking your guts out. Ushy could only pat your back and look on helplessly.

Once you're done, he took your bag, swung it on his back and princess carried you into the house. You felt better after puking your guts out but you were still in a daze.

He removed his shirt(cos you puked on him), revealing his perfectly chiseled abs. Ah, what a sight.

He then placed you gently on the sofa, went to the kitchen to take some anti nausea meds along with warm water in a flask. Bringing along some warm towels at the same time and cleaned you up.

"I'm sorry Ushy - you must be hungry and tired. But I've burdened you." - you trembled as you said this. Tears rolling down your cheeks.

You felt bad. On the day that Ushy could rest, he had to take care of you.

Gently, Ushy wiped away your tears and held you close to his chest.

"that's what I vowed to do for you - when I married you. was it not clear in my wedding vows? maybe I should rewrite to make it clearer for you." - his voice low, almost with no emotions.

You cackled. But Ushy was serious about this though. He does not understand why you're upset when you are not the issue. However, he fully understood that you had no control over your panic attacks and when he asked for your hand in marriage, he has vowed fiercely to love you and take care of you, whatever comes.

You couldn't help but feel like you're the luckiest girl to be loved by the Ushijima Wakatoshi. The ace of Japan, where he has all the girls swooning over him but he only has eyes for you. And here you are, lying on his chest. Sharing a home with him, and what a privilege it is to be loved by him.

"I am sorry - I will do better next time. I wasn't there to stop your panic attack this time round, but I will do my best.. to never let it happen again." - this took you by surprise. Why is he blaming himself over something the both of you have no control over?

You gently placed your hands on his face, thumbs circling his cheeks. "this was not your fault at all, please don't apologise. You've done so much for me. And I haven't had an attack in awhile now. Do you know why? It's all thanks to you. You always manage to detect it before I spiral. I can function almost at 90% because of you, Ushijima. Please don't ever think that you're not doing enough." - you assured him.

He nodded and kissed your forehead.

"you know what will make it all better?" - you asked Ushy.

He raised an eyebrow - "what is it, y/n? tell me and I will get it done."

"Put on my favourite album from LANY, let's dim the lights and slow dance.. it'll make me feel 100% better in no time."

"consider it done" - Ushy replied firmly.

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He wasted no time in getting it done. Ushy dimmed the lights, lighted up your favourite scent of candle & put the music on.

"may I?" as he extended his arms.

"I would love to." you held onto his arms, standing up.

He held you close, your head on his chest. Feeling safe, secure and loved.

Enjoying this special moment that you both share. A love so deep.. the ocean is jealous.

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khaleesiofalicante · 3 years

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I finished TMTC and I NEED A FUCKING MINUTE

I was sitting there sobbing through his whole speech and then I cried even more like- it was so good???? I was really expecting Asmodeus to be good but ofc not. he made me so angry like the cry-angry because I was furious. I can't believe he sacrificed his OWN people like that.

The ending??? they are gonna do such great things...

It wasn’t going to be easy. When you try to do something good, people always oppose you. When you start to ruffle the bad feathers - that’s when you know you are on the right track. He knew that they are choosing the hard road ahead. It was the difficult choice.

But sometimes in life, the difficult choices – Magnus had learned today – also turn out to be the right ones.

THIS!! This was beautiful. I have hope in them. They're gonna be just ok...

Them building it where the Circle once stood...That's so beautiful. The Circle was a sign of pain and hatred but now it's gonna be something special instead...The Shadowhunters have a long way to go but maybe they'll be ok

“OH MY GOD! ARE YOU ARCHER BOY?”

Alec nodded, unable to control his laughter any longer.

“WHAT THE HELL! WERE YOU EVER GOING TO TELL ME???”

Alec shook his head, still shaking with laughter.

“ALEXANDER, WERE YOU LISTENING TO A WORD I SAID? NO MORE SECRETS, YOU ASSHOLE!”

“I-I thought I’d maintain some mystery in our relationship!!!”

Magnus swatted him in the arm, which lead to the instant realization that Alec had REALLY NICE biceps.

THIS WAS WITHOUT A DOUBT MY FAVORITE PART LIKE HJFYFSYUIFSYUIFSUH YES HE'S THE BOY WHO GHOSTED YOU ALL THOSE YEARS BACK NOW GET MARRIED

Istg I love this gang so much. Raphael, Cat and Clary being amazing friends to Magnus and protecting him. Jem making the library for Tessa. Jace with his cishet energy. Izzy being THE malec fandom. And of course these two. Their journey was so beautiful Im just-

what do i do now though.

Thank you. I love comments and feedback on my old fics cause the more I write I sometimes feel like the stuff I wrote in the past is shit lmao.

Also now I have enemies to lovers feels oop-

#tmtc

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twstwonderlandstuff · 2 years

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a visit (and more) [an oc fic] [himawari x sebek]

world building (kinda): valie = my ver. of twst yuu. hima = bff of valie in her OG world. happens after all OB'S occur and valie is back in her OG world. dimension travel is possible thru a mirror in my AU. hima & sebek met through valie and hit it off as friends.

a/n: I made hima conciously mute, so like, they can talk but don't want to; think of it as komi-san but w/out the shyness aspect. If I accidentally offended anyone in the community because of this, please tell me and I'll wipe it away from this fic ASAP. tq!

warnings: ooc lilia- 'm rlly sorry bat dad

hima smiles, letting lilia in and gesturing towards the couch, where they both have a seat.

'it's nice to see you again, lilia.' hima writes on their notebook, quickly writing a question mark after the remark, to say 'what brings you here?'

"no, I just wanted to stop by and visit, my dear." lilia answers with a hum, pointing towards a glass filled with red juice. "say, is that tomato juice for me?"

'I had excess juice.' they scribble, nudging the glass towards the fae and giving him a thumbs up.

"don't mind if i do~!" lilia takes a delightful sip from the beverage and sighs, pleased.

as the two start to chat- well, one chats, and one writes, but hey ho, same thing; some screams can be heard from one of the bedrooms.

"this is MY toy!"

"no 's not- you borrowed it from me!"

"did not!"

"did too, idiot!"

hima lets out a dissapointed sigh and stands up, bowing to lilia as an apology, but lilia shakes his head, telling her to sit down.

"let them figure it out. if they can't, they'll come to you." he advises sagely. a little bit hesitant, but hima takes the advise and sits back down.

"ah, yes. recently, sebek has been parading a crocodile plushie around." lilia begins, swirling the glass around in a slow circle. "he's been proudly showing it off to us."

'I gave him that.'

"you did?"

'yes. he reminds me of a croc, so I made him that. I also gave him some sunflowers, cuz' we both like it.' hima smiles, beams at the fact, and continues.

'he gave me some gardening tools as thanks. you know what he said?"

"what, dearest?"

'he said'; [This is so I'm not indebted to you in the future. Use it well, hum- WOAHHHH]

"woah?" lilia chuckles at the capitalized rendering of sebek's words. "did something happen?"

'my siblings got a hold of him/' hima lifts their head up, furrowing their eyebrows as she does, looking towards the now soundless door. 'they've been rlly quiet r they ok?'

"they'll be fine... now, go on?"

'they caught his legs and arms- like a koala.' hima demonstrates, wrapping their arms around themselves. 'on each side. i have a pic.'

hima digs around their phone and quickly pulls up a image of sebek, with her 5 siblings each wrapped around sebek in their own way. one on his torso, 2 on each of his legs and 2 on each of his arms. a pained expression on sebek's face tells all you need to know about this compromising position.

much to lilia's piqued curiousity, hima glances at the picture with a soft smile, and an equally soft blush.

'ah.' lilia recognizes that look. yes, it's one he's seen on sebek's face when the half-fae talks about himawari. the fond tone sebek carries when speaking about them tells lilia what he needs to know.

'young love. how cute.'

"I see. quite a crush you've developed on him, haven't you?" lilia asks casually, in the same way one would talk about the weather.

hima quickly shakes their head in denial, a bright shade of vermillion red cascading over her face . lilia grins mischeviously.

"Is that so?"

hima nods rapidly, crossing their arms into an x. 'I don't like sebek like that! I think he's cool, but that's all!'

"mhmm...~?"

as lilia was about to tease her more, a sudden (and very welcome) intrusion comes in the form of an argument.

"big sisssss!!"

"we have a problem!!"

after tapping the '?' sign on the notebook, the younger siblings proceed with their argument.

"mr bunny's my rabbit, right?!"

"no, 's not! is mines!"

hima clears her throat, quickly jotting 'it's not yours."

"so, it's mines?!"

'not yours too.'

"HAH?!"

'we borrowed it from lila, remember? we switch it with your tiger?' hima quickly draws a stick figure of lilia holding a stuffed tiger, and the two siblings holding the rabbit, adding a 2-way arrow in between.

"..."

"...oh yeah!!! I remember now!"

"me too! we did for-"

"-plushie exchange day!"

with the problem solved, the two girls giddily run out of the living room, leaving lilia and himawari alone again.

'...lilia, isn't it time for u to leave?'

"is it? my, I don't think so."

'lilia. u're gonna keep teasing me'

"i am simply stating an observation, dearest."

'lies'

"but it isn't~!" lilia insists teasingly, even as himawari pushes him out. "i'm just stating with a concluded!"

hima chuckles sarcastically, shaking her head in fake exasperation. they motioned lilia to leave, mouthing "shoo, shoo!" and gesturing with their hands, pointing towards the door.

"are you not happy to see me? oh, woe...!" lilia sighs dramatically, holding his hand against his head. a chuckle breaks between the two as lilia stands back up. "alright, alright, I shan't say anything more."

guiding the ancient fae towards the door, the two wave their goodbyes, hima softly shutting the door, ending the brief visit with the fae.

...

"but you do agree with my point, no?"

"lilia-!"

a cackle can be heard resounding from lilia, fading away into nothing.

me, crushing on sebek? hah. i'm busy as is, I don't think I'll have time to think about him.

oh, how very, very wrong she'd be.

extra:

Sunflwr: VALIE VALIE VALIE HELP

FUCKKK: WHAT WHAT WHAT HIMA WHAT BESTIE BABE

Sunflwr:I think I

Sunflwr: might have

Sunflwr: accumulated

FUCKKK: ACCUMULATED WHAT/?

Sunflwr: a crush on

FUCKKK: sebek?

Sunflwr:.ah. uh. uhm.

Sunflwr:.HOW DID YOU KNOW

FUCKKK: OHMYGOD HOLY SHIT LET'S GOOOOOO EYYYYYYYYY

Sunflwr: NO NO HELP HELP VALIE

FUCKKK: YEAHHHH BBY HIMA'S FIRST LOVE KISSY KISSY CHU CHU

Sunflwr: VALIE PLZ HELP I AM IN A CRISIS RN [read]

Sunflwr: DON'T YOU LEAVE ME ON READ YOU I KNOW UR LAUGHING

Sunflwr: VALENCIA

batdad: oho??? so you did admit it?

Sunflwr: LILIA????? WAIT WHY R U IN PM???

batdad: this is the group chat

Sunflwr: .

[Sunflwr] has logged off.

FUCKKK: AWVLKEAWNVFKWLEVF AHALASMFASDFOAS LMAOOO FUCKIN HAH

FUCKKK: imma check on hima & apologize lilia u come too this is 1/2 ur fault

batdad: my fault?! awww come on

[FUCKKK] has logged off.

batdad: *dramatic sigh* youths these days, i swear...

[batdad] has logged off.

CONCLUSION:

#twst wonderland #twst #himawari nikko #original character #valencia karasu #lilia vanrouge #AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH #man #twst original character #twisted wonderland original character #im like genuinely proud of this HELL YAH BBY #twisted wonderland

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fighterkimburgess · 3 years

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✨Interview Game✨

NICKNAME: C, Cíara

PRONOUNS: They/Them

STAR SIGN: Sagittarius

HEIGHT: 5’5

TIME CURRENTLY: 7:36pm

BIRTHDAY: November 29th

FAVORITE GROUPS/BANDS: Paramore, New Found Glory, Yellowcard, Great Big Sea

FAVORITE SOLO ARTISTS: Taylor Swift and that's about it, I listen to mostly bands

SONG STUCK IN MY HEAD: the 1 - Taylor Swift

LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED: Kingsman The Golden Circle with my dad when it was on telly on Sunday. I love that series so much and it was just great to watch the campness

LAST SHOW YOU BINGED: Finished binging? OneChicago. Currently doing a SVU rewatch though.

WHEN YOU CREATED YOUR BLOG: Oooof...like 2012? I've been on tumblr since 2010, but deleted my first blog.

LAST THING YOU GOOGLED: "Chicago PD sneak peek" (I NEED IT OK)

WHY I CHOSE MY URL: I was originally justagalwaygirl because I lived in Galway when I started this blog, but now I've moved to Offaly and amn't leaving any time soon (yay, mortgage!) I figured it was due a change.

DO YOU GET ASKS: Sort of? Mostly prompts (which I love!), but not many question asks. It's starting to be more though

HOW MANY PEOPLE ARE YOU FOLLOWING: 416, and I'm pretty sure I know several of them IRL.

HOW MANY FOLLOWERS: 317

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: Who fucking knows, man? Like on an average day maybe five? But at the weekend I can sleep for 12 solid hours.

LUCKY NUMBER: I don’t have one but I'm a Taylor Swift fan and have a 13 tattoo so I'm saying that.

INSTRUMENTS: Tin whistle and guitar. I used to be able to play tin whistle with my nose and I was very proud of it.

CURRENTLY WEARING: A black skirt, black leggings, a tshirt that says "Curealls cure nothing" and a hoodie from work

DREAM JOB: a barrister working in criminal law. But I'm too working class to be able to afford that, so instead I work in tech and don't use my hard fought law degree. (fun fact they'll give you six figures for a house as a loan, but not for becoming a barrister. Things I've learned)

DREAM TRIP: I did it! I went interrailing with my best friend in September 2019, hitting eight countries in 14 days. Other than that, Australia.

FAVORITE FOOD: Tomatoes. Soup, sauce, on their own, raw, cooked, whatever. I love them.

FAVORITE SONG: Franklin by Paramore. I really want a tattoo with lyrics from it.

FICTIONAL WORLDS TO LIVE IN: Am I allowed say OneChicago? Lemme bring back Chicago Justice and take over from Stone.

Tagged by: @justmypartner

Tagging: whoever wants to do it this was fun!

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Do u rlly think BC will happen in s7? Sometimes I feel they're holding it up to keep us watching or bc they're scared of the "moonlighting curse" and they'll commit to it in the last season but others I feel that...if they were able to avoid it until now, it won't be any different. I'm not only talking about BC but also about B/E. A ship can't be canon or break up if u separate them and stop them from talking to each other. That's what they're doing with both and I'm not sure they'll stop...

oof okay. if i were asked this a few months ago, i would have been much more definite than i am after bob’s tweet; it showed us that he had literally been misdirected throughout this whole thing, so i really dont know if i can trust jroth. ill get into it.

but first, im going to tell you what i thought a few moths ago - and still what i stand with now, just a bit more unsure about jroth’s agreement with it. this is at least what the writers have thought they were planning:

i believe bellarke was supposed to happen sooner. somewhere within season 2, or maybe season 3(within the initial drafts of it).

long story short, they became too plot-heavy to deal with the characters and their emotions. embellishing on that, thats why clarke only was given time to heal inbetween season 2 and 3. they didnt have time to deal with it on screen, which is a bummer, but...

i think thats where they got bellarke’s tragedy idea.

there is a constant circle with bellarke’s story:

season 1 starts with them not trusting eachother => doing exactly that. ends w/ them separated.

season 2 starts with them trusting, only for that to be damaged by the end. separated.

season 3 starts (besides bellamy desparate to find her in the beginning) with their trust....leaving the chat, but by the end, bellamy doesnt want that for them. ends season hand in hand.

season 4 - where it gets juicy. start with trust, end with not only trust, but on the brink of the romance. but then - boom. separated. for six years.

season 5 - where it gets sticky. aftermath of an almost-romance interrupted. they trust eachother at first, but learn that they only trust their past selves. the rockiest road of their relationship. but at the end of the season...bellamy doesnt want to feel that way anymore. neither does clarke. end not only together, but holding eachother while looking at their future.

season 6 - starts with trust, ends with trust. sure the last scene didnt have clarke present, but it was because she would bedistracting. shes still right there. and the inbetween was - well, we know. desparation out of... ‘extreme care’. lets call it that. for jroth’s sake, ig.

^^^but yea. and i feel like once bellarke separated after s2, right where they couldve been on the brink of it, sparked the idea of it being a constant thing. they want to be together, the universe wants them to be together. but never at the same time.

and at this point, i think the writers blandly realized that their story now carries so much depth that if they do get together, theres no buildup after that. their story is them finding eachother in the way they need it.

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ok, sorry for that rant, but heres my now answer:

i really can’t decide if jroth is just trying to misdirect us(and is really bad at it). like i said in a shit post, bob was the one who tweeted that - not only a cast member, but was a director of season 6. if he still was unaware, especially after directing and heavy-bellarke episode...jason wasnt doing his job correctly. bob is the gateway that shows that its not only the audience, or maybe the cast members that see it differently, but directors. the directors were either not being given enough information on where the story is going or jason is just really really really really bad at directing platonic love.

at this point were going a few different ways.

the game of thrones path, which doesnt need much explanation other than please god no

a path we want, which is the organic final build of their relationship that will resolve mid season with enough time to settle into it and raise the stakes for the finale

my rising suspicion, where we will get a heavily implied romantic ending. where they may be in a field or cabin with a picnic set up, hunger games epilogue lighting/mood style, with maybe a sign of a child in the back ground or them lounging as a couple would.

#bellarke #the 100 #the 100 finale season #clarke griffin #bellamy blake #clarke x bellamy #bellamy x clarke

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bittersweetsongbirdsworld · 4 years

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Jimin and Yoongi had already parted ways for the night, but that doesn't mean Jimin was going to bed right that moment. How could he possibly sleep now when he read the message Jeongguk had texted him? He knew Yoongi was exhausted with all the dancing Jimin forced him into, but they could finally dance and transform at the same time. It was smooth and Yoongi always ended in a twirl with Jimin in his hands, in scythe form that is.

Oh God, Jimin was day dreaming again. Call him petty, but after Yoongi praised him and even said that the dancing and transforming was that smooth that he decided that was how they'll prepare for most battles from now on. Jimin was nearly vibrating with pure joy because he actually made Min Yoongi comfortable with him, even if it took him four months and twenty six days to achieve his trust. He was beyond joyful, but he had to watch his steps. It was like walking on egg shells around the elder. One wrong move and Jimin was done for.

Though, that wasn't the thing worrying Jimin at the moment. He had to reread the message three or four times for it to finally sink in. Yoongi suffers from a severe case of PTSD from years of missions that he never once talked about. Jeongguk was specific with him though, which Jimin noted he'd have to thank the kid later for it. Don't mention kids, his family, the dark, or missing. Jeongguk said if he mentioned anything like that, Yoongi's breath would hitch before he'd start to breath heavy. If the topic continued, he'd start to sweat and biting his lip. If Jimin finally asked about it, Yoongi would be shaking uncontrollably and gasping for air.

Jimin knew to never step over these boundaries, but it made him curious at the same time. He wanted to know what was hurting Yoongi so much that he couldn't even be in a room that was pitch black. He was beyond curious and it made Jimin want to ask him. He wanted to get to know Yoongi more and more everyday that he didn't even realize that he was falling head over heels for him. He didn't complain though, he didn't have the right to complain when he wanted to fall for the elder. He was happy and he thinks Yoongi is happy.

His thoughts were cut off when he heard strange noises coming from Yoongi's room. Jimin was surprised he actually heard the noise because Yoongi's room was on the other end of the hallway, which was quite a walk compared to Jimin's room. Jimin literally had to strain his ears to pick up another noise the came from Yoongi's room. It sounded as if there was someone walking around, throwing books off a high shelf, and the sound of something wet and sticky hitting the wooden floor. It honestly sounded like someone had skinned someone and thrown the bloodied skin onto the ground.

Jimin didn't have a chance to process everything before he was flying towards Yoongi's room, his hand grasping the doorknob. He twisted the knob with so much force that he neatly broke the whole thing in the process. Still, the door swung open and Jimin rushed in, his eyes meeting but pitch black nothingness. That was the first thing Jimin noticed when he rushed into the room. Pitch black. Nothing. Complete darkness.

One of Yoongi's triggers.

Jimin knew that it was way too dark for Yoongi, so he looked for a light switch. As he shuffled along the wall, he stepped right into a puddle of something unknown. It was warm, which made Jimin shutter because it only made his mind wonder. The liquid was warm and thick, the liquid soaking into Jimin's socks. He had to bit his bottom lip to stop himself from screaming out in pure terror. There was a pile of- Something in the middle of the floor and Jimin was dead set that someone skinned Yoongi alive and got away. He felt like he was going to cry, but he needed to see it to believe it.

When his hands landed on the light switch, Jimin didn't hesitate to flip it on, the room now rather brightly illuminated by the light of the ceiling light. His eyes wondered around the room before the fell on Yoongi's bed. Jimin's heart sank when he saw the condition Yoongi was in. No wonder there was a mess in Yoongi's room, the footsteps making more sence now that he was actually in Yoongi's room.

Yoongi had his hands tangled in his hair and his face buried in his knees, his shoulders raising and falling at a great speed that Jimin knew he was hyperventilating. Taking his socks off first before anything else, Jimin rushed over to Yoongi's bed and carefully made his presence known. He brushed Yoongi's hair out of his face before he carefully cupped Yoongi's cheeks in his hands, the elder's trembling lips curled into a frown. There was red stains on Yoongi's cheeks, identifying that he was crying before Jimin welcomed himself in.

Yoongi's breathing was haphazard, hysterically at that as he shook violently in Jimin's gentle hold. He was trying to breath properly, but with his eyes darting everywhere in the room before his eyes landed on Jimin, he could only choke on nothing. They stared at one another but when a choked, pitiful sob bubbled passed Yoongi's lips, Jimin felt his heart break even more. Yoongi was clearly having a panic attack and Jimin didn't know how to help someone through one. Still, he took a deep breath before he stared Yoongi in the eyes.

"Come on, hyung, breathe with me." Jimin took a deep breath, Yoongi shakily imitating Jimin's deep breathing before letting out shaking breaths. "That's it hyung, let's keep doing that, ok?" The two breathed together, the bruising hold Yoongi had on Jimin lossening with every deep breath. When Yoongi could actually breathe properly without Jimin coaching him through it, the grip on Jimin's arms completely vanished, Yoongi's arms resting atop his trembling knees.

Jimin looked around the room, eyeing the books that scattered the floor. He continued to look around the room to see what the hell he had stepped in when his eyes landed on a mug. There was lukewarm coffee all over the floor, the smell finally hitting Jimin like a punch in the face. He nearly facepalmed with how stupid he was being, but when he felt Yoongi grab his sleeve, he tore his eyes away from mess on the floor.

Yoongi was still shaking, but he looked so wreaked, dark circles under his eyes as he gnawed at his bottom lip. Jimin was concerned about Yoongi, he really was, but he also knew Yoongi doesn't like a mess. He was about to slip off the bed and start picking up the books when Yoongi spoke.

"Please stay with me till I fall asleep."

Now how the hell was Jimin supposed to say no to that? All he could do was smile at Yoongi before nodding his head softly, Jimin going so far as to help Yoongi lay back down and cover up. He turned on a lamp, the bulb warm and no white light to blind Yoongi. He turned off the main light though, the soft glow of the lamp just the perfect amount of light for Yoongi to fall asleep to. Jimin was placed on the couch in Yoongi's room, his eyes trained on the steady rise and fall of Yoongi's shoulders, the elder already fast sleep.

Quiet steps and muffled giggles, Jimin walked around the room and put every book away, placing them in their proper spots before he wondered back out to grab the mob as to mop up the coffee all over Yoongi's floor. He washed the mug and put it back, Jimin wondering back to Yoongi's room so he could check up on Yoongi. The elder was still asleep, a slight curl to his lips that it looked like he was pouting and Jimin melted.

He closed the door softly, Jimin's heart pounding against his ribcage as his eyes fluttered closed. He ran a hand through his hair before pushing his body away from the door. He wondered back to his room and got himself ready for bed as well, nothing but a white tshirt and sweats. Just as he was about to slip under his covers, something stopped him. Instead of getting under the covers, Jimin ripped the blanket off his bed before he shuffled over to Yoongi's room.

Jimin basically made himself comfortable on the couch in Yoongi's bedroom, just one pillow not comfy enough, but Jimin was too lazy to actually get up again. He made sure he was facing Yoongi so if anything happened again, he was there to comfort him when he needed it. He swore he'd stay by Yoongi's side, even it he strayed from the path of good, Jimin will stay with Yoongi. He smiled softly before everything started to fade to nothing, a quiet voice filling the quiet room before Jimin passed out himself.

"Thank you, Park Jiminie."

______________________

A sound soul

Dwells within a sound mind

And a sound body

. .

. . .

The DWMA is was widely know around the world, even in Korea. Every child wanted to be either a weapon or a meister, but only a select few were blessed with such a golden opportunity. These students were admitted into the DWMA as soon as they could walk and talk, many of them not showing any signs of weapon form till years on. Yoongi was a meister, a scythe mister to be exact. How is he going to feel when he finds out there is only one in the school and the kid just so happens to be fucking annoying?

🖤 9/?

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musiclifeline13 · 5 years

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IF YOU'RE A STAND ATLANTIC FAN OR NEW TO THEM, PLEASE READ!

Let me tell you why I'm such a fan of Stand Atlantic.

Simply put, they are the most genuine people you'll ever meet.

On their latest tour opening for One Ok Rock and Waterparks, I contemplated flying from Alaska to Seattle to catch the last date. The show ended up selling out before I could get my ducks in a row and I unfortunately, missed out on tickets.

Due to being their fan for almost 2 years, I am kinda well known in their social media circle. I've covered every song off of their Sidewinder EP, Lavender Bones and currently working on a few others. That's how I caught their eye and got in too deep. They offered to let me play Coffee at Midnight with them whenever I come to a headlining show.

I ended up flying to my home state of Ohio in October to see them open on the Neck Deep US tour. After meeting them and talking about my guitar covers, we instantly became connected. This is where it gets, hectic.

Once they knew I wanted to fly to Seattle to only see them play (for a second time) something unreal ensued. I got a DM from bassist Miki Rich. He said the show had sold out, but if I were to make the trek from Alaska to Seattle, I'd have a guest list spot.

I know what you're thinking. Oh, she begged them and is a groupie. It's actually the exact opposite. I was looking at getting a ticket through third party sites or trying to find someone selling one. The thought of not even going came into my mind.

I was super hesitant to accept a guest list spot because things like that do not happen to people like me. I've never been handed anything in life, always working hard for what I get. This seemed too surreal. After exchanging a few messages, I humbly accepted the offer and started making plans.

After booking a plane ticket, hotel and rental car, I flew to Seattle a few days before the show.

(I did some touristy stuff within those few days prior, so I'll skip that.)

(The day of the show.)

I'm standing in line and the crowd stretches back for blocks and blocks. I've been there for about...mmm... 4 hours. I was chatting with a few One Ok Rock fans in front of me because they didn't know StAt and I gladly told them about the band.

A few short minutes after our conversation ended, front woman Bonnie and drummer Jonno came walking out of the venue.

They get about 10ft. in front of me and I shyly wave to Jonno. He notices me and Bonnie's face lit up. They both come in for a hug and say how it was so nice to see me again. After exchanging a few words, they continue on their walk.

The OOR fans I mentioned before were baffled that the band actually knows me. I told them it was because they genuinely love their fans and care so much about them.

(Skip to inside the venue.)

I ended up being about 20-ish feet from the barricade between a mix of OOR and Waterparks fans. (Yikes.) The lights dim and Country Roads starts playing. Here they come. Bonnie belts the first line of Coffee at Midnight and I'm belting it back.

The setlist (I forgot the order):

Coffee at Midnight

Speak Slow

Lost My Cool

Skinny Dipping

Bullfrog

Sidewinder

Lavender Bones

I couldn't believe Bullfrog was on the set list. Bonnie crowd surfed and I was pushed so close to her. She was inches in front of me and ended up grabbing my hand at one point.

(Skip to post-set.)

I ended up getting kind of claustrophobic and motion sickness from the crowd swaying me back and forth. So I headed to the merch table. As usual, I bought every piece of merch they had and two polaroid photos, signed by each of them. (Bc I'm StAt trash.)

The band comes over to meet fans and beeline for me. Miki, Jonno, Potter and Bonnie just kept saying how great it was to see me and was asking all about my trip. We took a few photos and I graciously stepped away to allow other fans to have their time.

During one OOR song, every band member from StAt and Waterparks joined onstage for some end of tour shenanigans. Kinda cool to see!

After the show Bon, Potter and Jonno were standing in the middle of the somewhat empty venue. I shyly walk to them.

We ended up talking for about 20-30min. about so many things. It felt like we were friends and that we had been for a very long time. They treated me like a person and joked around with me. They asked how my personal life in the military is and how much time I had left. (3 years. 😢)

I mentioned how I wanted to buy a bus and renovate it to tour America. I then joked about if they needed a bus driver to hit me up. They glanced at each other and actually seemed interested. I told them I had until August before I'm out of Alaska and how I'll be back in the lower 48, somewhere hopefully centralized.

I offered to buy them a meal in exchange for the guest list. They were interested. Unfortunately, they had a long drive back to California before they embarked on their EU/UK tour and had to decline.

Being that they are on the lineup for Sad Summer Fest. I told them I was gonna miss the Ohio date because I'll be there on vacation the month prior. Bon actually sounded like she wanted me there. Like, genuinely bummed about it. (However, I have now decided to try and alter my dates in an attempt to make it!)

We joked and laughed for a good while, before we eventually had to say our goodbyes. I gave them each one last hug and headed out. The night had ended as fast as it had started.

(I almost got locked INSIDE the venue... 🙃)

This ended up longer than planned, but I think it gives a clear concept of how much this band means to me. So down to Earth and really great dudes!

There's no doubt that they'll get pretty big if they keep up this pace. I hope that the world comes to love them as much as I do!

(If you made it to the end, thank you for taking the time to read this.

If you love StAt, same dude.

If you're new to them, welcome!)

🖤🖤🖤🖤

(Stream 'SKINNY DIPPING' by Stand Atlantic!)

#stand atlantic #bonnie fraser #jonno panichi #david potter #miki rich #hopelessrecords #hopeless records #skinny dipping #pop punk #poppunk #music #band #bands #musician #musicians

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