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nerdy-simp-7120 · 3 years

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hi! if you're comfortable writing this, could i ask for a scenario? this has been in the back of my head for a while.

what would be the reaction of the brothers + dateables of watching mc play resident evil in the dimitrescu castle? who would be down bad the most

thank you! feel free to ignore this if you don't want to write this ofc

I love this ask (stan tall vampire lady). The only thing is that I accidentally turned it into a “how they feel about the game.” I managed to add in some parts with MC playing as well to make up for it

Update: I literally finished the request yesterday but my wifi went down and I lost everything 😩 😩

I also wrote this in the middle of the night so sorry if there are any errors! Enjoy!

Warnings: cursing.

How the OM! characters would react to you playing Resident Evil (Dimitrescu Castle edition)

Lucifer

Will not care at first

"I hold no interest in such trivial simulations."

His weakness? Being a simp for you.

He decides to look into the game a bit more in private later on.

Will lowkey practice the game

If you ever catch him playing it, do not say anything because he will stop immediately, deny everything, and might not ever do it again

With time, however, Lucifer will come to master the game.

Here comes the showing off.

When you're rambling about the game with Levi, Lucifer will join the conversation and you two will be like "wow, boomer knows something for once--"

Or when you're struggling on a part of the game he will be like, "hand it over"

Before expertly getting through that part.

Can defeat Lady Dimitrescu if you ask him to but be careful cause he might make you beg

sadistic bastard

or you can be a badass and show him your skills

Will be a tad shocked at how easily you handled it but won't let it show (okay Elsa)

Also proud though

Lucifer's internal monologue: “That’s right- show them how it’s done, Y/n.”

Mammon

Scared.

Will watch you play and cover his eyes during every battle

"wHAT IS THAT?!" at everything you come across

I hope you're good at playing one-handed because you'll have to use the other hand to hold his throughout the entire thing

Admires you're bravery but would never admit it

"You were horrible! ...N-nice job beating the game, not that I c-care or anything. You sucked anyways!"

Not even 10 seconds later...

"Can I watch you play again?"

Comes to find that the faces you make are adorable: when you're concentrating on a battle, when you win, find a valuable item, etc

He loves being able to see how you're feeling up close.

If you catch him staring when you take a break or something he'll blush and either ask you if you have a staring problem or that you have something on your face

He may or may not buy cheap merch (a tiny key chain of Lady Dimitrescu or your favorite character) for you, all the while spewing lame excuses

Please bear with him- he's trying.

Leviathan

"YOU ALSO LIKE RESIDENT DEVIL?!?? Ah! I-I mean..."

Congrats, you just found yourself someone to discuss the game with

Is open to cosplay the characters with you

You two will have competitions to see who can beat the game faster.

You both also share theories with each other all the time

Or simply discuss the characters together

He purposefully stays quiet to hear you ramble on and on- dude finds it adorable

You two also sometimes argue debate over a character name or event in the game

Because while you have Resident Evil

He only knows Resident Devil

This is the equivalent of Devilgram and Instagram

I mean

They’re the same,

But a couple things were altered, y’know, to prevent copyright

So yes, there are definitely a few quarrels here and there

But all in all, it’s a fun gamer bud experience

Don’t tell him I told you but he thinks it’s hot when you show off your badass skills in a boss fight

Satan

He plays it on the lowkey.

Not because he’s embarrassed

But because he partially takes his anger out on the characters

During gory scenes, he imagines it’s him torturing Lucifer, fueling his determination to win

A calculated person, Satan is a smart player

But there are times when he’s particularly angry and he becomes a reckless one, jumping into fights impetuously

This is where you come in and beat the enemy for him

He may get angrier, thinking you are underestimating him

But, for the sake of the person he loves, he calms down knowing you didn’t mean to offend him

A small part in the back of his head also admires you for being able to handle the fight a ton better than he did

Congratulations, you just earned yourself the great Satan’s respect (resident evil-wise).

Asmodeus

“Oh my, I never knew you were into such gory games! Does this mean you’re into blood play, because I know many things about--”

He may look carefree on the outside

But on the inside?

Let’s take a look, shall we?

Holy shit

What the fu--

Jesus christ, can you pull a move like that in real life?

He needs to be careful to not piss you off.

If you can handle this, who knows what you could be capable of?

Hold on.

Wait, you look so concentrated

Eeep! How cute!

Anyways, it ends with him snapping a bunch of pictures

Keeps them for himself and may brag to his brothers about how he got some “special” shots of you

Obviously never elaborates on what the special part means to keep his dear siblings on edge because, what the hell, they want to know what these special shots are

Would not play the game because there’s “tOo MuCh BlOoDsHeD”

We all know he’s most likely seen his fair share of bloodshed

“What if the adrenaline gives me acne?”

He’s probably just bad at the game--

Verdict: Asmo is a simp and not afraid to flaunt it.

Beel

...Are you okay?

Do you think about homicide--?

Oh, that lady looks nice.

Huh, she’s 9′6″??

What’s her name? Lady Dimitrescu?

Okay-- WAIT WHY IS SHE TURNING INTO THAT??

Not scared, just a tad bit concerned

Poor Beel, concerned for Lady D :’)

Also, seeing the death’s of Bela, Daniela, and Cassandra hit different

Because he know what it’s like to lose a sibling.

Safe to say he understands Alcina’s pain when she raged about her children being dead.

Also concerned about how the gore could affect you

Because isn’t stuff like this supposed to traumatize humans?

Would support you regardless though

And thinks that you’re really brave for playing the game and still being able to stand strong

On another note, Beel decided to make small flower graves for the three sisters and Alcina because he’s adorable and kind like that

Belphegor

Likes the game but is too lazy to play himself

Regularly watches Satan play (or at least as much as he can before deciding it’s nap time)

I hope you enjoy Belphie using you as a body pillow and watching you play from now on

Makes small comments here and there to help you out

“To your left... Oh, and open the window- yeah, that one.”

Will smirk, impressed, when you deal with the fights and win yourself without his comments.

“That’s my Y/n”

(Sorry I don’t know what else to put for him :’))

Diavolo

“Is this a human trend?” meme

Will watch excitedly and “oooo” whenever you do something cool

Be careful though, because the questions will not stop as you play

“What’s that? I see. What’s it for? How do you win the game? Who’s that character? Why can’t you do this? What about--?”

Diavolo, you’re awesome and all, but please

shush

On the inside, is also one that might be a tad concerned about your mental health because doesn’t that gore traumatize humans?

Wait, you do this for entertainment?

...

Another warning: he will shower you in merchandise from the game

I am not above the fact that this man has a game room

And he will try to master the game

Casually pushes all his paperwork over to Lucifer so he can play Resident Evil

RIP Luci

Unfortunately, Diavolo will have trouble grasping the game and how it works

You will have to explain many things to him

Good luck- he’s a bit of a boomer (but willing to learn) and may or may not get distracted staring at you

But anyways, he enjoys engaging in the competitions you and Levi have

Whether it be playing as well or simply watching

He just loves to see you happy

Barbatos

Oh my, what’s this?

Will watch you play

and constantly criticize how filthy the Dimitrescu castle is

“Do they have any idea how many rats this can attract?”

Barbatos, your weakness is showing.

Seeing you so happy while playing the game helps him relax from his daily troubles tasks

He rewards you with a pat on the head any time you beat a foe

When Diavolo goes over to the HoL or when you come over to play in he silently cheers you on in the background.

Solomon

Yuh

Is educated on the game and knows his shit as the only other human

Maybe knows a bit too much of the game

You will later come to find out that, somewhere in his mass tangle of shady connections, he knows a developer

Might give you tips and tricks to get on higher levels

But never, and I mean never, challenge him like you would with Levi to see who can beat the game faster

Because he will beat you by a seconds on purpose, just to piss you of

all the while doing that dark, shady chuckle

Asshole

But anyways, if you manage to finesse and beat him, he will be

So confused

“I thought I did it all right, what went wrong...?” he thinks to himself.

On the outside, however, he’s smiling

Will hand over some praise to his little apprentice, but if you look carefully you will see a spark of annoyance

We get it Solomon, you’re a sore loser.

In the end, he will still leave somewhat impressed at your skillz

Simeon

w h a t

Is a little scared

“Is this one of them video games you kids play nowadays...? Just kidding. What are you playing-- oh my”

Might try to figure out how to play

But alas,

Simeon is yet another boomer

So he will have quite some trouble even figuring out how to move

And why does he hold the controller like that what

If you’ve seen that one picture of him holding his phone sideways you know what I mean

On another note, if you look through his poem book, then you may or may not find a few poems describing how amazing and badass you looked hustling the entire game

Luke

about to bomb this master hill

No literally is considering bombing the computer or whatever you’re playing on because wHAT IS THAT

He is just

Scared

This will give him nightmares for weeks

Apparently Alcina reminds him of Lucifer so he kinda

Hates her

Says he will protect you

--as he runs out of the room in fear

Irrelevant but the one he hates the most is fetus baby

Michael have mercy on this poor boy--

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misc-headcanons · 4 years

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Hello and thank you for tagging me! Im so happy! ;U; I wanted to request HCs on Sanji and Zoro where they confess their love to a chubby female s/o on the crew but she dont believe them at first and it all ends up in the bed for some NSFW. .///. ( im sorry if its to much, im not good with asks o.o'')

(It’s Sanji’s birthday, so lets give him and Zoro some love :3)

Sanji

Sanji's confession is very sweet and very over-the-top: a bouquet of flowers, a dessert shaped like a heart, and a little poem he wrote himself about just how beautiful he thinks ____ is.

He wasn't surprised when ____ started to tear up after he'd confessed (she was so lovestruck that she was moved to tears!), but when she asked why he was pulling such a mean prank on her, he realized something was wrong.

He insisted that he was being completely serious, but ____ refused to believe him, insisting that there was no way that someone who loved beautiful women like him would ever fall for someone that looked like her. Sanji legitimately had no idea what she was talking about, but when she gestured towards her stomach his heart sank a bit. He immediately set his bouquet and poem aside to hold her and kiss her cheek:

"____, you are beautiful. Never doubt that."

"No, I'm not! I'm--"

"Kind? Funny? Charming? Soft? Beautiful?"

He'd gently caress her back, and when ____ finally realized his feelings were genuine, she returned his affection and confessed that she loved him too.

Over time, their affection and caresses would get more and more intimate, and Sanji shyly asked if they could go somewhere more private. ____ immediately agreed, and the two of them excitedly made their way to the women's cabin (Nami and Robin were both exploring the island the Sunny was docked at), giggling hand-in-hand and exchanging more kisses as they walked like a pair of lovestruck teens.

The two of them spent the evening tenderly making love and softly murmuring praises of each other in between their sighs and moans, and cuddling underneath ____'s blankets before falling asleep together. Nami and Robin walked in after they had fallen asleep, and gave each other a knowing smile before creeping into their own beds to sleep. They'd been waiting for those two to finally acknowledge their love for each other for ages now.

Zoro

Zoro worked up the courage to confess to ____ after much prodding and encouragement from Nami and Usopp, who knew that Zoro had a thing for her before he even realized it.

He's a lot less elaborate than Sanji; he simply asks to talk to ____ alone in the crow's nest and bluntly says (with a blush on his cheeks) that he loves her. You know…"love" loves her. Romantically and stuff. He has such a way with words, doesn't he?

____ would be taken aback, and then frown at Zoro. Shit, he screwed this up. What did he say that was wrong?

"You shouldn't joke around like that, Zoro. It's really shitty to tell me a lie like that, just to mess with me."

Zoro furrowed his brows. He wasn't messing with her, he was telling the truth! He insisted that he wasn't lying, and she shook her head.

"Of course you are, don't deny it just because you got caught! You really think I'd believe someone as handsome as you would be attracted to...to this?"

____ pinched a handful of pudge on her stomach, then her arms, and then her lower chin. Zoro was still legitimately confused. What was wrong with her arms and stomach and chin?

"Why wouldn't I be attracted to you? You're pretty, you're a damn good fighter, and you make me feel...you know, really...happy."

____ stared at him in silence and when she realized he really was serious, she smiled through a few happy tears and embraced Zoro. Zoro wrapped his arms around her and eventually found the courage to kiss her. She immediately returned the kiss, and the two of them stumbled back onto the couch in the crow's nest as they became more and more entangled with each other.

The two of them hastily undressed in between kisses and confessed their love for each other in a more...physical manner. When Usopp and Nami searched for the two of them to see how everything turned out, they heard the moans coming from the crow's nest and immediately did a 180 to leave the happy couple alone and give them some privacy.

#one piece #one piece headcanon #one piece headcanons #one piece scenario #one piece scenarios #zoro #sanji #black leg sanji #roronoa zoro #female s/o #ns.fw #mine #miss-unny #plus size s/o

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who-is-olivia · 4 years

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Who Is Olivia?

Harry Styles x OC

Harry proposes during the recordings of Made in the AM. [4.2k]

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none

A/N: hello! fine line is on the way and i think i might have a creative meltdown when it arrives, so i'll just keep posting whatever i please with all the beautiful content harry's ever brought to light. this chapter is a throwback to old school 1D fanfics, bringing the boys back because i'm soft and i miss one direction =) enjoy xx

August 2015

“And you will find me... in places that we’ve never been, for reasons we don’t understand, walking in the wind” he sings in the booth for the 8th time, then stands quietly for a few seconds to give her a clean cut spot. “How’s that?”

“You’re almost hitting the note, but it’s not quite yet” Olivia comes over to the booth, “If you put more pressure in it you might find the best placement, come on, do it again”

He rubs his frown in stress, it’s late and he’s tired, having Oli press him is not helping at all. “Don’t we have a take already?”

“We have, but you can do better”

“Come on, love...”

“Trust me, you can do better-“

“Can we take 5?” he asks Julian, who just shrugs. It’s already late, it makes no difference. However, Olivia doesn’t take it half as well as him.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m bloody exhausted, that’s what, and having you... diss me every two takes is not helping”

“You think I’m picking on you?” she asks skeptically.

“I’m just saying you don’t criticize Liam or Niall half as much as you do me” he fires back in frustration. Instead of lashing out as he expects she will, Olivia waits for him to calm down and then spells it out for him.

“The only reason I push you is because I want you to give your best. If you want someone to pat your head and shower you in compliments, you’ll sound fine, but fine is also mediocre” he nods in agreement, letting his head fall embarrassed. At the comfort of that position, he almost lets his eyes close but he knows once he does that he’ll probably fall asleep. “We’re almost there, just help us out”

“Alright... I’m sorry” he replies with a small sigh and so she pulls him to a hug, letting him rest his head on her shoulder as she strokes his back.

“Forgiven” she leaves him with a small smile and a quick kiss, “Don’t forget to put pressure on it”

Julian starts the recorder once again, signaling to him that they’re rolling before playing him the playback. “And you will find me... in places that we’ve never been, for reasons we don’t understand, walking in the wind”

Oli waits for a couple of moments before grinning, “I think it’s the take, come out here”

After Zayn left, making the fifth album was insane. The four of them kept pulling to completely different artistic directions, Julian could barely help them with the singles so little he could give some coherence to the album. That’s when Oli decided to step in.

Harry knows he pales in the shadow of her abilities as songwriter, virtuosi and producer altogether so he willingly gave her the helm. At first, the other lads were uncomfortable with her command, fearful that this was one of Harry’s things he does for love, but surely enough Olivia proved herself to be very experienced. Harry always wanted to be an entertainer, but he never truly endeavored to become one before the X-Factor, however Oli’s been almost genetically programed for that, studying music ever since she could talk, studying every part of the process and also rubbing shoulders with generations of rockstars. She’s the woman for the job.

For their luck, Oli and Frank have been touring across America keeping track of One Direction’s leg in there, often making shows in the same city but a few days apart. To keep up with the recordings, she’s been making an extra effort, dedicating almost all her vacant hours to the album. As they often record in hotel rooms, it at least offers a place for them to pass out after endless hours of work.

“Check it out” she places the heavy headphones over his ears so he can hear the mix with the guitar base. Her whole equipment lies on the bed and over the tables, it’s the best she and Julian could assemble... at least it gets a really great sound.

“That sounds really nice” he smiles at her.

“See? I told you”

She takes all the material they recorded and starts mixing with Julian at their improvised studio. At some point, Liam and Louis decide to participate, leaving Oli free to rest after long hours of work. She curls up in the bed and immediately blacks out, making Harry feel a bit guilty – through all his hissy fits about exhaustion he never once considered how tired she must’ve been feeling, as not once did she bring it up. But now there’s no point in apologizing, he just lays behind her and spoons her back, holding her like a big teddy bear through deep slumber.

He wakes up hours later with her still unconscious in his arms. It takes a moment for him to realize where he is, getting up without moving her the slightest he notices Julian and Liam still glued to the computer. At the balcony, he finds Louis and Niall sharing a beer and laughing while the sun creeps up the horizon, so he decides to join.

“Morning lads”

“Morning, Romeo” Niall pokes.

“What’re you up for?”

“Trying to come up with something, we’re still missing a couple tracks” Louis explains, taking a gulp of beer. “You’ve got anything?”

“I always do, just don’t know if it could make it to the album” he mentions while resting his back on the railing. He keeps a writing journal full of poems ever since the band started, and in it he keeps great ideas that never saw the light of day. Recently, he wrote one that feels very personal and very cheeky... just thinking about it makes him laugh. “I don’t know if you’ll like it, but I have a really great one”

“How does it go?”

“It’s silly...”

“Why?”

“‘Cause I just play around with Oli’s name” they raise their brows, ready to mock him. “One of these days she was telling me something about alliterations or something like that, and I just played around with the phrase-“ he blushes, “‘I love Olivia’, because the L sound just bounces off. So I wrote a song for her that went I live for you, I long for you, Olivia, I’ll be now idolizing the light in your eyes, Olivia... see? It bounces off”

“S’ a bit on the nose, don’t you think?” Niall comments skeptically but Louis is thoroughly entertained. “Using her name on the song, it’s not very subtle”

“We’ve got songs with names on them” he argues, playing with the glass bottle. “Don’t see why not”

“We better tell Liam about it-“

“Tell me what?” the man himself walks through the door to join his bandmates with a bottle of his own.

“Harry’s got a cool song for the album but it’s got Oli’s name on it” Niall explains.

“Is she cool with that?”

“She doesn’t know yet” Harry clarifies.

“Well, is it a good song?”

“It’s not done yet, but it has potential” he insists while noticing how much their confidence as a group has grown over the past few months. They embark on his idea without even hearing the full song, although they’ve been rewarded for their trust time and time again. Harry came up with some great compositions this time around, taking all his experience with the band and Olivia in consideration.

“If you want, you can make a demo when we get to London and show us what you’ve got. I think we booked Abbey Road for a couple of days”

“Alright, I’ll give it a go”

Before they start the British leg of the tour, they get a couple weeks off schedule which give Harry some time to finish the melody before actually recording it. The last shows of the American leg take place fairly close to New York, so he and Oli get to go home ahead of everyone else. Sadly, one side effect of touring for three months in a row is an empty fridge, making them drag their already exhausted bodies out of the house for their meals.

“Do they need someone for the orchestras? I know a guy who can help” Olivia tells, holding her Starbucks cup in one hand and Harry’s on the other.

“Thanks love, but we’ll record the rest in London”

“Oh, right! I forgot... shit, I’ve got to book a flight” she gets ready to fumble for her phone but he holds her wrist.

“I’ll get a private one, just chill, I’ve got this” he soothes, pulling her hand to his lips then smiling amicably.

She smiles back but it immediately flips into an irritated growl. “For fuck’s sake”, he turns around and notices a couple paparazzi snapping at them. When they notice they’ve been caught they lose all decorum and just harass them.

“Harry, how’s the tour? Are you taking a break?” one of them asks, shoving the camera on his face.

“Hey, back the fuck off-“

“Oli, don’t” Harry holds her closer, taking the sunglasses from his shirt and handing them over so she can at least cover her face. “Let’s get a cab”

“Have you been talking to Zayn?” another one asks.

“Would you please let us through? We just wanna walk” Harry pleads politely.

“Sure man, I’m just doing my job” a third one steps out of the way, helping him and Olivia reach a cab and leave the streets for good.

“77th with Central Park West, please”

Olivia watches the paparazzi stay behind as the taxi speeds by, “Where are we going?”

“It’s a restaurant beside Central Park, I went there the other day, thought you might like”

She smiles, “Look at you, all local and stuff”

“I’m looking forward to at least a year of vacation, might as well learn my way around”

“Oh, thank you, by the way” she returns the sunglasses which he stores in his shirt once again.

They disembark at Central Park, being faced with an enormous queue outside the restaurant they were set to enter. In spite of it, they decide to walk around anyway. The park is a couple blocks away from their apartment, a purposeful decision as Harry appreciates extensive morning jogs when he sticks around. Although they come from polar opposite backgrounds, they both grew accustomed to New York and truly built a life in the city.

“A little blue bird told me that we’re recording at Abbey Road next week... is it true?” she taunts.

“Yes...” she celebrates discreetly, “You’ve never been there?”

“No, never! I always wanted to record something there”

“And Uncle Paul never took you?” he mocks.

“Very funny” she scowls in return, pushing him away.

“You know, it’d be crazy to go to Abbey Road with a Beatle...” he pulls her back, “What do you say? I give you the Road, you bring the McCartney?”

“He’s probably busy” she laces her arm around his, “Uncle Jim used to say Paul and Ringo only show up if there’s a wedding or a funeral... let’s see which one comes first”

“Let’s see” he looks down, his mind immediately sinking deep in thought.

They’ve talked about getting married, they agreed to it months ago but they never made a move to officialize it. They didn’t arrange a party, invite their friends or consult a register office — hell, he didn’t even buy a proper ring. For a moment he frets she might think he’s given up, they’ve been living in good graces for three years straight, the only reason they’re not properly married yet is... inertia. Maybe, with the stars aligning and time on their side, he can come up with something.

“What is it?”

“Hm?”

“You got all quiet all of a sudden” she rests her chin on his shoulder, “What is it?”

“Just random things in my mind”

“Yeah, no shit!” he chuckles, “Mind to share?”

“Have you ever written songs about me?”

She frowns, “Not exactly... I usually write about what I feel, and you’re usually the cause of that but it’s way more complex than that. Feelings are a mix of all the baggage you have from life and a catalyst, something that makes you express that. Sometimes that’s you, sometimes it’s not”

He sighs, sometimes she’s humiliatingly clever, “That’s very... fancy”

“I know” she holds on to his hand, holding another over her eyes as the sun hits them directly. “Have you ever written songs about me?”

“All my songs are about you in some way, shape or form, I don’t even have a fancy answer for that” he takes his sunglasses off again and places them over her face, she mutters a small ‘thanks’. “And it’s a bit weird ‘cause I always want people to relate to the songs but I feel like they’re too specific, might as well just slap your name in the title” he suggests almost as an internal joke with himself.

“I think you’re not getting this right”

“Yeah?”

“Take Uncle Paul for example: he wrote a bunch of songs with names on them and people still relate to it. Like Michelle, Dear Prudence, Sexy Sadie...”

“I think they listen to it more like made up stories than like autobiographies”

“Maybe, but you see, these songs have a clear subject and yet everyone can be touched by the lyrics. When you hear Dear Prudence do you think about Prudence Farrow locked up in her room at an Indian meditation camp?”

“I didn’t even know that story” he admits.

“Exactly, and you don’t have to! ‘Cause when you hear Dear Prudence you understand it’s about going outside, enjoying the day and feeling good about yourself”

He ponders, maybe his song can make its way to the album like that: being based on this incredible experience he lives every moment they’re together but still describing something everyone goes through, “Yeah, it feels like that”

“See? And he’s not talking to you, he’s talking to Prudence” she points a finger on his face to prove a point. “The best art makes you feel personally addressed, even if there’s a name between the artist and the listener. You can quote me on that”

“Alright, clever clocks” he pulls her to a hug and presses a playful kiss on her lips, which extends to this sweet contact in the middle of Central Park. This last album has been challenging, it’s pushed Harry so hard he sometimes feels he’s not up to task as a singer, a composer or a producer. And having her beside him’s helped him realize all the things he can do as well as what he can be better at. He breaks the kiss but keeps his forehead pressed against hers. “Thanks, love”

“I can tell when you need a pep talk”

“Really?”

“Yeah, my left nipple starts aching” he laughs between them and curtly gropes her left tit.

“This one?” she pushes his hand away.

“Stop it!”

Their domestic week ends too fast, soon they’re back in London to record the rest of the album. Her words help him finish the song without any insecurity holding him back, in fact it inspires him so much that as soon as he gets to London he walks into Cartier and buys her engagement ring. He chooses a delicate one in rose gold with flowers engraved on it and a small diamond nestled between the carvings.

Today is the last day of recording at Abbey Road and he decides this is the day he’ll propose. However, to do it right, he’ll need a plan:

“Lou, keep her busy in studio 1” he instructs, gathering the four of them on a circle with their arms around their shoulders, almost like a football team, “mess up as many takes as you can-“

“That won’t be hard” he mocks.

“Liam and I will record the strings and the vocals at studio 3, remember, you have to stall her there”

“We get it mate, keep her in studio 1” Niall sighs tiredly.

“Right, when I call her up, you wait outside the hallway. I’ll play her the song and ask, if she says no... please, pretend like it never happened-“ Lou smacks the back of his head. “Ouch!”

“Stop saying that, focus!”

“Alright!... when she says yes, you can bring it on” they all nod excitedly, “Don’t forget to bring Frank up!”

“We’ve got this” Liam hypes, putting his hand in the middle so they follow. “3, 2, 1-“

“We push!”

The plan gets into motion when she arrives at the studio, leaving her coat at the door. She starts taking pictures of the lobby to send her Uncle, but as soon as she crosses the security Louis comes over and drags her to studio 1.

“Come on lass, we’ve got loads to do!” he pulls her by the hand playfully.

“Calm down, I can walk!” she groans but jogs behind him nonetheless.

While she’s busy recording Lou’s uncannily messy vocals, Harry and Liam greet a violinist that plays the sheet music for the chorus and the outro. They’re recording and mixing at the same time, hurrying to get a decent enough base for the vocals with what they’ve been working on for the past couple of days, skipping through compressors and equalizers just to get something done.

At the hallway, Niall is returning from the restroom when he catches Olivia sneaking out studio 1 to look for Harry.

“Oi! What’s up?”

“I can’t take this anymore, if Lou messes up one more time I’ll hit him with my shoe” she pulls her braids out of her face. “Where’s Harry?”

“I... I don’t think he’s here yet” he messes up the last few words. God he sucks at lying, and his hard accent doesn’t help one bit.

She frowns suspiciously, “You sure?”

“We can call him later, come on” he pushes her frustrated self back to studio 1, “we don’t have all day”

Few more hours pass and Niall replaces Louis in the recording booth to give her a break, they know he’s got the best intentions at heart but it’s not working a treat. Harry steps into the booth to record his vocals in one go, it doesn’t sound great but he can work on it better if they actually decide to put it on the album. He’s got a lot to prove with this song: for once, he has to prove himself as an artist that can make something incredibly specific and still relatable; and then prove himself to the band, even if it’s probably their last album he wants to be relevant in it. His songs were never really taken seriously, neither were Zayn’s, and he doesn’t want to thread the same path as him.

At last his input is enough, they get great takes and start mixing it together with time to spare — that is, until Louis rushes inside: “Lads, come on, she’s not buying it! Tell me you’ve got it”

“We’ve got it!” Liam replies enthusiastically but Harry holds him back.

“Wha- No! I-I haven’t got anything!” his heart starts racing as it never did before, the prospect of the big moment being so close terrifies him. “I’m not ready for it”

“Of course you are! Mate, you’ve been together for ages, this is just one more step” he encourages, holding Harry by his shoulders.

“Bloody hell... what if she says no?”

“She won’t say no!”

“What if she does?!”

“Then nothing changes! You keep on living your life just without a ring and a wedding date” Louis argues, crossing his arms casually as he tries do play it cool. “Now, can I call her in?”

Harry takes a deep breath and nods, Liam’s hands slip from his shoulder with a friendly pat. “You’ll be great”

They leave the studio with encouraging looks, leaving him alone and anxious in the vast studio. He pats his jacket to find the box safely stored inside his pocket, one more time he takes a deep breath. This is happening. The silence seems to extend for ages when the door opens again, this time for Oli to sneak in. Once he sees her it dawns on him what is about to happen, but he doesn’t panic... instead he feels at ease.

“What are you up to?” she tip toes inside and sits on his lap, pressing a quick kiss on his lips.

“Just checking this demo”

“Hmm, quite the professional!” she mocks, looking at the tracks. There’s too few of them, only one vocal track and three instrumentals. She’s about to mess with it when he holds her hand.

“Before you play... just bare with me, it’s not ready yet, it’s just a demo –“

“It’s okay Haz”

“– I know, but it just might not reach your standards...”

“Harry... look, I know how hard you’re working on this, I’ve watched you learn this bit by bit for years. I had a lifetime of learning what you learned in five years, don’t be harsh on yourself” she strokes his hair with a humble smile, as if she’s begging him not to torture himself about it. “Now, may I?” he nods in response so she hits the space bar.

The metronome count starts and a simple violin chord plays before Harry’s vocal kicks in blasting around the room’s sound system. Although she loves every piece of him to the bones, there’s something special about his raspy voice that gets her weak in the knees. She listens to it keeping her eyes fixed on the ground to better focus on her hearing. The first couple of verses are a bit weak, but she won’t say anything to an already nervous Harry. The following ones sound a bit better until it comes to the pre-chorus.

“Please believe me, don’t you see the things you mean to me oh! I love you, I love you, I love-I love- I love Olivia”

“Wait” she frowns at the computer, then the chorus progresses.

“I live for you, I long for you Olivia-“

“Oh my god...” her eyes turn to him in a bolt, he only smirks with those cheeky dimples of his and hugs her waist closer.

“... I’ll be now idolizing the light in your eyes, Olivia. I live for you, I long for you, Olivia-”

“Oh my fucking god...” he laughs at her reaction, covering up her mouth in a struggled gasp. “You didn’t!”

“I did!”

“When you’re gone and I’m alone you live in my imagination, summertime and butterflies all belong to your creation. I love you, is all I do, I love you...”

She chokes a bit at the lyrics, and that is the moment Harry chooses to get the velvet box from his pocket and show it to her. “Oh, come on...” she cries absolutely overwhelmed at the sight of that beautiful delicate ring. She was successfully fooled, in no way would she ever imagine that the sound he was working so hard on was for her and that it was also his proposal... still, all she can do is smile and cry at the same time.

“I think I’ve said it all already, but still” he starts, her reaction causing him to tear up a bit. “You said you wanted a ring, a speech and an ugly cry”

“I did, didn’t I?” she tries to say through a sob.

“Will you marry me, love?”

“Yes! Of course!” she cups his cheek earnestly and kisses him with all she’s got, leaning into him gently but with the sheer will of a hurricane. She breaks the kiss only to wipe her own cheeks and leave a strained chuckle, “I swear to you, one of these days you’re gonna kill me”

“No way, who’s gonna finish the album” to that, she can only roll her eyes. “May I?” he takes her hand.

“Please” she watches him slip the delicate ring on her finger, astounded by his attention to detail. “It’s so beautiful... everything Haz, seriously, the song is...” she huffs, absolutely speechless. Harry smiles in satisfaction, lacing her hips as she hugs his neck pressing herself completely against him, feeling his love irradiating from every pore.

“I meant every word” he whispers, cupping the back of her neck and showering her with small pecks on the cheek.

“She said yes?” they both turn to the door and find Liam, Niall, Louis and Frank lining up at the frame waiting to come in.

“Of course she did!” Harry answers smugly.

“She said yes!” Lou screams, sparking a big celebratory mayhem of champagne popping and flying paper around them. “You should’ve seen his face when we left, he was totally passing out”

“He was shaking” Liam adds.

“Thanks mate, cheers”

“Were you stalling me today?” she points to Louis in accusation.

“In my defense, I was told to stall you for the whole afternoon”

“Can’t believe you were all in it... how long have you been outside?”

“We got here when the music started, I gotta say... it’s really good” Lou compliments, handing them plastic cups of champagne.

“Really good” Niall joins, “We should put it on the album... I mean, if you’re ok with it”

“I’m more than ok with that” she laughs.

“Than that’s it! Just missing another three songs” Louis mocks.

“Can we take a break? Just got engaged, if anyone noticed" Harry shrugs, his inner egomaniac begging the attention to turn back to him.

"Cheers!" they join cups in the center an down the content of their cups merrily, then doing it again this time with Harry and Olivia crossing their arms to do so.

A/N: and that's it! just a small taste, i've got more stuff cooking, adore you has been driving me crazy all week but i'm still figuring out how it makes me feel and how it can become a story... you'll see xx

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March 8, 2020. A message for a friend I never shared (+ mini blog post)

Routine sweeping of my google drive. Not sweeping because there’s over five hundred docs, probably (almost all of them stories + pieces of fiction + journal type thought jots + poems).

I wrote this at 12 am. It’s just over three pages long in docs. I shared it (w/o sending an email notification) to the person this was for. When I woke up and remembered what I’d done, I unshared it. I don’t think he ever saw it.

Disclaimer: I don’t have any romantic feelings for him. People have thought so and that just makes me feel awful (since he has a girlfriend). I had a crush on him when I was in seventh grade (he was a freshman). I’m a rising junior now, and he’s going off to college. An iVy lEaGuE boy <3

Writing remains unchanged except for a ‘wh’ I corrected to ‘with’ and another typo (I was really tired (+ sad) when writing this).

Hope you enjoy because I cried while rereading this.

Title in docs: it’s too late for this

Hmm I looked this over. Dumb. It’s okay. It’s 1am. I’ll chalk it up to being sleep drunk or whatever it is I go through. Or hormones. Yeah that’s it. Yeah this makes zero sense but it’s like a stream of consciousness type.

March 8, 2020

I think the word love is kind of fake now, I do. Everyone uses it so casually and I’m guilty of the same thing. Idk why I’m writing like… this.

Okay. Hi. I’m feeling a lot of things right now and, to be frank, I don’t like it. It’s strange. And weird.

One: dependence. I have friends, yeah, and one go-to friend who’s pretty much always there for me when I need her. But when I don’t need her, like in school, there are these hurtful, biting comments, these eye rolls that really really hurt. I’m just not as comfortable with her as I used to be. And I have other friends, sure, but not ones that I can rely on for everything.

But you? I think I’m a bit too reliant on you. I spoke to someone on omegle (multiple people really, but I digress), and they said not to do drugs. Wow symbolism or whatever. It’s not like you’re a drug per say, but I just have a really really really bad addiction.

You’re kind of like candy. I love it but know that it’ll give me headaches after. And in your case, or our case, it’s not like you give me a headache. It’s me. I really dislike that.

Let me start over.

I love you. More than I should. I don’t feel as much with other people. Not as many positive emotions. My family makes me really sad sometimes, my friends get me really annoyed. They both can make me feel happy, but you… you make me feel like I’m on cloud nine.

Do I know what that is? Not really. Do I care? No A little bit. I don’t like not knowing things. And yet…. I digress.

I don’t want you to feel like you have to do anything about it or text me more or whatever but you are important to me. That’s it. You are important to me.

You are so important to me. I kid you not, everything you do affects me. When you say something that isn’t exactly positive, my mind reels over it for hours. If you ghost in the middle of a conversation, I obsessively check my phone. I realize this behavior may be displayed in psychopaths and yet… I trust you’ll stick with me.

Maybe it’s because you treat me so well. I’m not sure. You entertain my questions, you listen to me. I’ve been called annoying my whole life, my family tunes me out, I’ve developed the habit of talking to myself. People jokingly point out that I talk too much about myself, I talk too much in general. They think it doesn’t hurt. It does.

But you make me feel heard. Most of the time. And then other times I remember that I’m not the only thing in your life. You have other friends, a girlfriend, other priorities.

I love you so much I would never want to hurt you.

But I forget I’m not as important to you as you are to me. I care about you so much it hurts. My stomach tightens every once in a while when I text you. Not quite butterflies but something else. A snake, maybe, squeezing my insides. It makes me feel like I’m about to explode. This hasn’t ever happened to me before.

And I talk about you too. Probably too much. My friends once joked and said that if you broke up with your girlfriend it would be my fault.

I didn’t like that.

I suppose you’re on my mind more often than you should be, but I can’t help it. And maybe this sounds like a love letter— and I guess it’s because it is— just not that kind of love. A special kind. A kind I’ve never experienced before. A kind reserved just for you.

It’s really late. I’m sorry you had a bad day.

I’m not quite sure what to say anymore but I know there’s lots.

I think that you probably don’t know the effect you have on me. I don’t either. Maybe it’s because I’m going through a particularly rough time dealing with… who knows what. It’s not a simple mood swing though. I’ve been feeling… off… for ages.

Everyone says I’m so happy. I like that they think I am. I love to make others smile! And with you I’m always so negative. I’m sorry. I just feel guilty being sad with others. And I’m tired of being sad alone. I don’t like where my thoughts go. No extremes but… it’s lonely. And overwhelming.

When you’re here for me I feel like I can be myself.

But in school.

I’m sorry.

I’m sorry for always insisting you don’t love me. I know you do or at least I hope you do since you always say so. It’s just that whenever you’re near I want to cling onto you. You’re my lifeline. You simultaneously drive me insane while being the only thing that keeps me sane. Somewhat sane. Every time you leave, I hurt a little bit. And it’s not your fault.

I tried, for a bit, getting rid of you. Decided it was unhealthy. Unhealthy to love someone the way I love you. But I was too weak. I muted your notifications, I didn’t start conversations, I took you off my private story. It only made me check more, wait more anxiously, feel more alone. And you hadn’t even noticed. I don’t think you knew you were even taken off. That’s okay. I’m not sure what I was expecting. And it’s fine you don’t always start conversations. You kind of are now though.

When you told me you kind of missed me the other day, I smiled. Really wide.

And I remember last year, maybe. I gave you a hug and immediately you’d asked what was wrong. We barely talked last year and yet you knew. You could tell, better than anyone else. I’d spent the previous night crying, but I didn’t want you to know. I think I told a joke and you laughed.

And another time it happened, where I hugged you and you asked what was wrong. But that time nothing was. And I laughed because I realized it was so you. To maybe act like you don’t care about me but then really be there when I need it.

But sometimes it feels like you’re embarrassed of me. I’ll hug you and you’ll pull away, tell me you have to go. And I feel like a burden. Boy if I haven’t been called one before…

And I’m sorry for calling so much. It’s annoying, I’m annoying. I know. And I’m sorry.

I don't text that often.

A tedious task— just see each other at school. I prefer to call, as well, so my hands are left free and I can do other things.

But I text you a lot.

Also. When I called you. And you called me [a nickname only family + close friends call me]. And asked what was wrong. It felt nice.

But I think I’m too attached. I don’t like it. I don’t like how I say ‘I love you’ without having punched you beforehand. I don’t like how real it is.

It sounds like love, doesn’t it? Like I’m in love. Maybe I am. I think I’m in love with the idea that maybe someone really will always be there for me. But I’m not in love with you. Not like some people say.

Again, I’ve spoken about you. You’re on my mind a lot.

Will I send this to you? Maybe. It’s weird talking to ‘you’ and yet not really. I think I might share it with you. But I won't send an email. I don’t need you to know about this

I didn’t even end with a period. I shared it with him, at 1 am I believe, thinking I’d update it every so often. He wouldn’t have gotten a notification when I shared it, so I figured if he saw it, he saw it.

I would constantly tell him I loved him more and every time he argued back, saying he cared more for me, in my head I’d be screaming: “no, I love you more” because it really felt like it. Still does. I’m not sure where I got these trust issues, but they’re here and they’re mine. He wouldn’t hear me out, so I had to type it. I can tell him anything, I know that. He’s like the brother I never had except we’re not always at each other’s throats like many brothers and sisters are.

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survey by tickticktmr

Do people spell your name wrong very often? LOL, of course. When your name is the less-common variant, expect it to be misspelled all the time. Only like 2 out of 10 times do people ask me if my name is spelled with an i or y, but it’s them I appreciate the most.

Who will your next phone call be with? I’m not expecting any phone call for a while.

Would you rather be taken or single? Ugh, taken. I love being in a relationship; I always enjoyed looking after someone else and doing things to make them happy. Being independent has its perks too, but I always feel lonely at the end of the day.

Do you plan to move any time soon? Nope, I’m taking it slow.

Would you rather have pink or green hair? I’d go with green but only if it’s a dark shade, like the color of seaweed. I wouldn’t appreciate neon green on my hair.

Do you miss anyone's smile right now? I saw it again yesterday, so I’m good.

Do you want kids? I used to, but now I’m back to the drawing board when it comes to kids.

Do you know who sings 'Let it rock'? It’s not ringing a bell, and honestly the first thing I remembered was the Goofy Goober Rock song from the Spongebob Movie HAHAHA. Sorry to disappoint.

Do you think stargazing is a romantic thing to do with someone? Sure, but I think it also works platonically. Stargazing is generally a nice and relaxing thing to do whether you’re alone, with an SO, with a friend, or with a bunch of friends.

Do you want to tell someone something right now? Yes, but I can’t.

What's your opinion on sex before marriage? It’s whatever. People can do what they want, and the only things they should watch out for are consent and being safe.

Do you own a car? I don’t own it, i.e. I didn’t pay for it, but it was given to me so I can have a car to drive myself when I need to go to places.

What is something that is always in your kitchen cupboards? Rice.

The last person you spoke to: have you ever lied to them? For sure. Growing up with strict parents taught me how to lie convincingly.

Have you ever made out with them? That person is my mother. No.

What woke you up today? I did so naturally.

Have you ever had a pet rock? No. People do that? How do rocks become pets?

Have you ever been lost? LOL like the lost-in-life kind of lost? Sure. I’m going through it at present because life threw a shit ton of curveballs at me over the course of two months.

How long is it until your sibling)s) birthday? My brother’s birthday is in 5 months; my sister’s is in 10 as she celebrated her birthday just last September.

Are you lazy? I can be if I want to. But I’m not always, of course.

Do you read the newspaper? No.

Have you ever heard of the song 'Teeth the size of piano keys'? No.

Who was your last thought about? You got me thinking about my sister because of the earlier question about her birthday.

What made you in the mood you are in right now? I’m relaxed at the moment and that’s thanks to the fact that it’s Sunday, I’ve recently gotten into a new hobby and a show I can dive into, and tomorrow’s a holiday so no work for me :) Gonna make the most out of this evening for sure.

Have you ever told someone to go to Hell? I’ve most likely done so, but only as a joke.

Do you know anyone named Jos? As in, pronounced ‘Jaws’? No. That’s one of the more unique names I’ve heard.

What's your font on MSN/AIM? I don’t use either. I never used either, either.

What's more important to you: books or music? Music.

Do you have any magazine subscriptions? Nah. Even when I still collected magazines, I preferred physically going to magazine stands and buying new issues. It was more exciting that way.

Has someone ever really hurt you without even realizing? Yeah.

What do you sleep in? A bed, most often. Sometimes I’ll pass out on the couch but that doesn’t happen too much anymore.

Have you changed in the past six months? Yes, both naturally and forcibly. It’s been... quite a year for me, even if we put Covid aside.

Do you bite your nails? When I’m anxious. I haven’t had to do this for a while though, and I mostly did when I was in school awaiting a presentation I had to make.

Do you like the name Natasha? I used to like it when I was younger, but it slipped out of my favorites for no real reason at some point; it just did.

What's a food that starts with the last letter of your first name? Naan.

Does your house have a white picket fence? It used to, but we had them removed after a string of typhoons increasingly deteriorated their quality over the years.

Have you ever been given flowers? Sure.

Do you have a YouTube account? How many videos have you watched on it? I do. Is the second one a real question lol? I’ve watched thousands, as I’m sure most people who use YouTube have done as well. This is like asking how many tweets in total I’ve read on Twitter since I first signed up.

Do you know anyone who is really, really conceited? My mom can be one. She likes to act as if she can do no wrong.

Who’s the last person you told off? My manager at work. I did something she asked me to do and followed the instructions down to a T...and then she said I shouldn’t have done it? That kind of thing happens at work every now and then and it’s fucking exhausting. It’s like every move I make has its own script and the script changes every five minutes.

Are you optimistic? Sure, but not always.

How do you get to school/your job? I work from home, but under normal circumstances I would’ve been driving myself to the workplace.

Love or lust? Love.

Do you smoke cigarettes? Yeah, but I keep my use of it at an extreme minimum. I’ve only done it socially and I’ve only asked for cigarettes from my friends who have their own packs (and were willing to give me a couple of sticks, of course).

Have you ever been so mad at someone you hurt them? Like, physically? Yes, but it’s only because I was hit first.

Have you ever met someone you met online in person? This is on surveys a lot...yes. I’ve met several online friends who were once in the wrestling circle with me; and one time I bought a product from someone online so we had to meet up for that, too.

Have you ever not studied for a test and gotten 100%? Probably not a 100%, but close. I never studied for my Language exams in middle school because it was just literal English grammar, which I was already good at by that point.

Where is your boyfriend/girlfriend right now? I don’t have any.

Have you ever won a contest for public speaking? No, but I’ve joined one. I got a little frazzled by the middle of my speech (it was impromptu and I didn’t know my question until I got on stage) so in the end that cost me first place.

Are there any woods near where you live? Nah, it’s a private village so it’s super suburban and no hidden woods or forests anywhere.

What did you do today? So far I’ve watched 3/4 of an episode of Start Up, cried, washed my face, washed the glass that I drank soju from last night, and sat up in bed and continued this survey.

Have you ever considered suicide? Yes.

Do you have a lot of myspace friends? No. I never really used my account.

What was your favorite subject in grade six? Science was fun then. Partly because I could tell the teacher liked me, and partly because her method of teaching was big on memorization of terms and processes which was always more my speed.

Hot chocolate or coffee? I could go for coffee right now. Hot chocolate is best when I’m on vacation and having breakfast at a fancy hotel.

Do you like your neighbours? I don’t dislike them, that’s for sure.

Did you do something stupid today? Not yet.

Name a five letter word that starts with the same letter as your first name. Ripen.

What time did you go to sleep last night? Around midnight. That soju/Yakult combo knocked me out.

Did you have fun yesterday? It was an okay day, sure. I got productive and even drank for a bit last night just because.

How many people are online on your MSN/AIM right now?

Would you like to/did you drop out of school? No, that was never a part of my plans.

What was your favorite book as a child? If we’re talking kids’ books, I never got tired of rereading Corduroy and The Giving Tree. I also had a book of poems and nursery rhymes and I remember taking a liking for The Owl and the Pussycat because it was the longest poem in the book and it helped me train my English.

How far away does your best friend live from you? Both live around 20-30 minutes away, just in different directions.

Do you think you could write a book? A memoir, yes. Anything fictional, no.

Is it hard to tell someone you like them? Yes.

How many bedrooms does your house have? 4.

Do you know anyone who can't speak French? Nearly everyone I know.

When's the last time you brushed your teeth? Last night.

Are you the same religion as your parents? Legally. But I disowned Catholicism/Christianity a long time ago.

Would you do anything for a certain person? Yes, I would.

Do you know anyone in your science class? The last science class I took was a course on chemistry, and I only knew one person in that class.

Describe your room: Cozy, starting to get a little cluttered, big enough for one person.

Do you still write letters to Santa, even when you know he's not real? No, and I never wrote letters addressed to a Santa.

Can you name all of Santa's reindeer? Nope.

Have you ever been lied to by a girlfriend/boyfriend? I’m sure she did.

Where is your dad right now? I can’t tell whose turn it is to make breakfast today, so he’s either in the kitchen cooking or in their bedroom watching TV.

Are any of your relatives pregnant? As far as I know, no. But I also haven’t been on Facebook in a while, so I’m poorly updated on what my relatives have been up to.

How many garabe buckets are in your house? I have no idea what this is talking about.

Would you want the truth if you asked if your pants made you look horrible? If I asked that then yeah, I obviously would want to hear the truth.

#survey #surveys

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nothing-stupid-buck · 5 years

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Band Of Brothers Character Guide

Band Of Brothers CHARACTER GUIDE

To All You New BoB Watchers Out There...

First of all, WELCOME. We are happy to have you as part of Easy Company.

When I first watched the series, I had a lot of difficulty keeping track of who was who and it made it hard to follow the storyline until the 3rd or 4th round watching it through... so I thought I’d make a bit of a guide for those who have had the same struggle.

(Keep in mind, you may want to read this after you’ve watched it at least once, as many of the characters’ significant plot lines are outlined in spoilers.)

Throughout the series there are different episodes based around different characters’ points of view. As you watch each episode you learn more characters but because it is so accurately portrayed, they had to include as many of the characters as possible so each of them get a little bit of their story shown.

I myself have watched the series over 10 times and still pick up on things each time I watch it. It’s not a series to be watched once if you want to enjoy it to its full extent and understand it thoroughly (which I highly recommend because it is such a great series anyway).

Here is a list of some significant traits about most of the main characters (WARNING: Spoilers May Be Present Ahead):

Major Richard Winters: leader of Easy from D-Day, assumed main character, episodes 1, 2, 5, 10 bases around him.

Captain Lewis Nixon: Winters’ best friend, shortly promoted to an intelligence officer after enlisting (as seen in the first episode), often sarcastic, an alcoholic and loves Vat 69, episode 9 is based around him.

Lieutenant Harry Welsh: platoon leader and officer, replaces Nixon in easy Company in the first episode, noticeable tooth gap, is saving his reserve chute to bring home to his fiancé Kitty (SPOILER: hit by shrapnel in Bastogne at the end of episode 6)

Lieutenant Lynn “Buck” Compton: platoon leader, white blonde hair, first appearance near the end of the first episode, is known to see himself amongst the men rather than as a superior (SPOILER: shot in the behind during the holland campaign, is evacuated after seeing Toye and guarnere lose their legs and suffers battle fatigue, returns in episode 10)

Captain Ronald Speirs: starts off in D company, basically takes the fourth gun by himself on D-Day, rumoured to have shot POW’s on D-Day (although never confirmed), (SPOILER: takes over as the leader of Easy Company in episode 7)

Lieutenant C. Carwood Lipton: can be seen shooting from tree on D-Day, goes out of his way to look after the men, episode 7 is based around him. (SPOILER: gets hit by shrapnel in Carentan in episode 3, becomes the Company first sergeant shortly after, gets promoted to lieutenant at the end of episode 7)

Sergeant Don Malarkey: Sobel calls him ‘Private bulls*it’ in the first episode. Notably said, ‘really? It’s hot in Africa?’ In the first episode while on the boat to England. Runs through an open field on d-day to get what he thinks is a Luger, but he is wrong. Makes friends with a german POW in episode 1 after he discovers they came from the same state back home. (SPOILERS: loses his best friends Muck and Penkala in episode 7 after they are blown up together in their foxhole, is clearly suffering from battle fatigue in episode 8.)

Sergeant Bill Guarnere: discovers his brother has been killed in action a day or two before D-Day, shoots Germans before winters’ command on D-Day, nickname is Gonorrhoea, has a fantastically shaped jawline (literally cracks me up every time he looks around a corner or something) (SPOILERS: tries to drag Joe Toye back to a foxhole during an artillery barrage in episode 7 and gets his right leg blown to bits, remains best friends with babe Heffron until the end of his life)

Corporal George Luz: impersonates Major Horton during training while Sobel is lost, which then results in Sobel cutting a barbed wire fence, often seen imitating either superiors or other easy men, most notably dike and sink, best friends with Perconte, (SPOILERS: never gets hit)

Corporal Eugene “Doc” Roe: called Doc by almost all of the men, heroic medic of the company, episode 6 is based around him, always seen rushing around to help soldiers who have been wounded.

Sergeant Joe Toye: lists everything he has to carry whilst preparing his gear for D-Day, has two grenades go off next to him on d-day but doesn’t get hurt (notably says: Jesus Christ, f*cking twice), (SPOILERS: is in the aid station probably more times than any other easy man as he manages to get hit in just about every battle, gets his right leg completely blown off during an artillery barrage in episode 7)

Corporal Frank Perconte: literally never stops brushing his teeth, quite a bit smaller than most of the others, best friends with Luz, (SPOILERS: gets shot in the behind during the attack on Foy in episode 7, is seen being carried away by Bull Randleman, returns very shortly afterwards)

Sergeant Floyd Talbert: often called ‘Tab’ is seen with a dog in the beginning of episode 5, (SPOILERS: in episode 3 he is stabbed by Smith for waking him up dressed in a german poncho, but recovers, and Gordon writes a poem about the incident, resigns as company first sergeant in episode 10 as he wanted to be back amongst the men)

Private David Webster: episode 8 is based around him, (SPOILERS: gets shot in the leg in Holland in episode 5, and missed the Bastogne campaign, earning resentment from a lot of the men as seen in episode 8)

Corporal Joseph Liebgott: it’s established that Liebgott is Jewish pretty early in the series (he gets into a brawl with guarnere on the boat to England in episode 1) which becomes important later, has a stronger hatred for the Germans than a lot of the other men, (SPOILERS: translates at the Jewish camp, and is seen crying after having to tell the prisoners they are to be locked up again so they can be monitored)

Sergeant Warren “Skip” Muck: best friends with malarkey and penkala, and usually seen beside them, is notably eating ‘kraut cheese’ from a tube in episode 3, and then proceeds to describe the rumours about Speirs to the men, sings a song about having enough socks in episode 5, one of the main jokesters in the group (SPOILER: is blown up and killed in his foxhole with penkala during an artillery barrage in episode 7)

Private Alex Penkala: usually seen besides malarkey or skip Muck, also a jokester, (SPOILERS: gets shrapnel in his arm in episode 6, is blown up and killed in his foxhole with Muck during an artillery barrage in episode 7)

Private Edward “Babe” Heffron: replacement and debut episode is episode 3, almost immediately taken under guarneres wing, (SPOILERS: loses his friend Julian in episode 6 after not being able to get to him through german Fire, and is forced to watch him die, remains best friends with guarnere for the rest of his life after the war)

Private Albert Blithe: episode 3 is based around him, can be seen terrified in his foxhole during the battle of the bloody gulch in episode 3, suffers hysterical blindness, (SPOILERS: is shot in the neck on a patrol at the end of episode 3, and the show incorrectly states the year of his death, he recovered from his neck wounds but died around 20 years later)

Sergeant Denver “Bull” Randleman: can been seen chewing tobacco often, close friends with Martin, speaks up about Sobel hating easy Company during the march in episode 1, to which winters jokes that Sobel just hates bull, episode 4 is based around him, is seen looking after the replacements when some of the other men turn a blind eye, notably bigger than a lot of the other men in the company (SPOILERS: gets a piece of shrapnel to the shoulder and also gets lost in episode 4)

Sergeant Johnny Martin: is the one who receives the letter about guarnere’s brother being killed in episode 1 and purposely swaps their jackets so guarnere will see the letter, is often called ‘Pee Wee’, close friends with Bull Randleman, spots a tank and tells a British soldier in episode 4, leads a patrol in episode 8, often appears annoyed or serious

Corporal Walter “Smokey” Gordon: wrote ‘the night of the bayonet’ about the incident between talbert and Smith, has multiple Purple Hearts, always on a machine gun, (SPOILERS: is shot in the arm in episode 6 and is paralysed)

Other Characters (brief significant traits)

CONTAINS SPOILERS:

Sergeant Darrel “Shifty” Powers: best shot in the company, never misses

Sergeant Robert “Popeye” Wynn: shot in the behind on D-Day, returns shortly after for holland campaign

Sergeant Wayne “Skinny” Sisk: is seen with multiple wood chunks stuck in his leg in episode 6, notably says ‘Im real sorry frank’ to Perconte after Perconte tells him he got blood on his trousers

Private Alton More: takes the photo album from the eagles nest

Sergeant James Alley: is hit by a grenade and is seen being carried in covered in blood and badly injured at the beginning of episode 5

Sergeant Chuck Grant: shot in the head in episode 10 by another American officer

Colonel Robert Sink: commander of the 506th infantry regiment

Sergeant Pat Christenson: drinks from his canteen on the Friday night march in episode 1 and is forced to repeat the march with no water, usually operating a machine gun

Corporal Joseph Ramirez: knocks down a fence after trying to jump over it in episode 3

Private Roy Cobb: shot in the plane on D-Day, is outwardly hostile to the new replacements, is rude to his superiors while intoxicated in episode 8

Corporal Donald Hoobler: often mentions how he wants to find a Luger to take home, when he gets one in episode 7 he leaves it in his pants and it accidentally fires and hits the main artery in his leg, killing him very quickly

Private Lester Hashey: a replacement in episode 3, best friends with Garcia, gets shot in the arm in episode 7 during the artillery barrage

Private Tony Garcia: best friends with Hashey, replacement at the end of episode 3

Lieutenant Norman Dike: also known as ‘foxhole norman’, takes over easy Company after moose heyliger is accidentally shot by a fellow American soldier, notably useless and makes no decisions, disliked by most of the men, and poorly leads easy Company during the battle at foy, but is relieved by Speirs before the battle is over

SIDE NOTE: some of the ranks may be incorrect or outdated, and I do apologise, I either could not find the correct rank or have remembered it incorrectly.

#band of brothers #bandofbrothers #hbo #hbowar #war #wwii #characters #character guide

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byleth/dorothea

c-s support + paired ending + night of the ball

D: Well, I had fun today. Of course, you'll want to see me again, yes? NPC: O-of course! I'd love to, Dorothea! D: Well, until we meet again! D: Oh! Hello, Professor. Were you...watching that?

>That's a different guy than I saw you with yesterday.

D: Yes... Is there a problem with that?

>...

D: You look like you have something to say, Professor.

D: Look, I know what I'm doing. My acclaim as a diva won't last forever, after all. I must look to the future. D: As a man, you may not feel so rushed about these things, but I know my beauty will eventually fade. (m!byleth) D: You might think about doing the same thing. Your beauty—and you're gorgeous—won't last forever. (f!byleth)

>We all feel anxiety about aging.

D: You? Really? I never would have guessed.

>Getting older doesn't bother me at all.

D: I wish I could be that easygoing.

D: Anyway, I'm not just playing games with these boys. This is for my future. You have no right to object. D: I very much want to find a good partner here at the academy. Someone who will take care of me for the rest of my life.

>Do what you will.

D: I'm glad you understand. Not everyone appreciates the necessity of taking the initiative while you're still in your prime.

D: Or are you just saying that?

>Is that really what you want?

D: Finding someone to take care of me? Of course it is!

D: Who could ask for anything more?

D: Anyway, I value your opinion, Professor, but I won't have you interfering with my life plans. D: Unless you'd like to take care of me into my old age? That'd be something, eh? How about it, Professor?

>OK.

D: I wasn't— You aren't being serious, are you? I was just teasing.

D: Or did you really just consider spending your whole life with me?

D: If you did that...that actually makes me... It makes me happy. I had no idea you might look at me that way.

>I don't think so.

D: The thought hadn't crossed my mind before, but come to think of it...that might sound pretty nice. D: You've gotten awfully quiet... You might even be blushing a bit. Have I embarrassed you? D: If so, I'm very, very sorry. I should be going anyway. I'll see you later... Professor.

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D: ...

>What's wrong?

>Troubles with love?

D: Professor?! I— Oh...don't worry. It's nothing. D: ... D: Actually, could we talk for a bit? Somewhere a little more...private? D: ... D: I'm just gonna come right out and say it. I find you a little difficult to be around. D: I know, I know. I'm your student and you're just trying to watch out for me. D: But the way you look at me sometimes...it's like you're seeing right through me.

>I'm sorry.

D: No, don't apologize. I know you don't mean anything bad by it. I'm just self-conscious, I guess.

>Seeing through you?

D: Don't worry. I know you don't mean anything bad by it. I'm just too self-conscious, I guess.

D: The thing is, I don't have anything to call my own. No land, no birthright, no fortune. Little knowledge or battle skill. D: I think that's why I always clung to my popularity as a diva. Even after leaving the stage behind, I sort of kept up the act. D: When I look at you, it's like your eyes are accusing me... Telling me that you see right through it. D: That's what I mean when I say it's difficult being around you. D: Hey, uh, this might be nuts, but maybe you could show me some kind of weakness of yours?

>Excuse me?

D: You know my biggest fear. If I know one of yours, maybe I'll feel less, I don't know...vulnerable.

>I have no weaknesses.

D: Oh, come on, Professor. Everyone has some kind of weakness.

D: You know mine. If I know one of yours, maybe I'll feel less, I don't know...vulnerable.

>Well, if it would really help...

D: Excellent. Well then, don't mind me. D: You know, Professor, I never hear any gossip about you. Of a romantic nature, I mean. D: Would I be right in assuming you're not very... experienced with romance? Maybe we should find out somehow... D: I bet I know your weakness. It's not mental, is it? It's physical! You're ticklish! Here, I'll prove it. D: That's right. The next time you gaze into my soul, I know just how I'll retaliate! D: Um... Professor? What's with you? Why aren't you reacting to anything I'm doing? D: Oh, come on! Is your heart even beating? You're making me lose my confidence... D: Come on! I thought that was funny. I swear, it's like your heart isn't even beating.

>Sorry.

D: That's all right. I didn't really think a little tease like that would be enough to get to you, anyway.

D: Though it does still make me lose just a little confidence in my own charms...

D: Though I was giving it my all. You're pretty tough to resist that.

>Actually, my heart isn't beating.

D: Ha, don't be so silly... Huh? It really isn't beating?!

D: Is what I'd say if I were more gullible. You're just fooling around, Professor. I'm not sure how you did it, but that was a good one.

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D: This may seem a bit sudden, but...I want to thank you, Professor. D: That is, for letting me live my life the way I want. D: I've noticed you've been giving me fewer of those soul-revealing gazes lately. D: I appreciate you making an effort to not trouble yourself over who I spend my time with.

>So, you found me out...

D: Well, of course. Did you think I wouldn't notice? It's kind of sweet, in its own way.

>I don't know what you mean.

D: If you say so... But I notice you doing it all the same. It's kind of sweet, in its own way.

D: Professor, may I tell you a story about when I was younger? D: I was an orphan, living in the back alleys of Enbarr, until one day I was overheard singing... D: That was when my new life began. I was suddenly a songstress in the Mittelfrank Opera Company. D: Performers, nobility... I met so many people. But none of them ever really knew me. D: I was just some young, pretty girl who could sing, a spectacle to be admired. D: Even though everyone praised my looks and my voice, and they showered me with gifts... D: I knew, one day, I'd be old. My looks would fade, my voice would change, I wouldn't sound the same. D: And I started to wonder, when I did get old, what would I have left? D: I'd be old, alone...and back on the streets of the capital, right where I'd started.

>I don't believe that's true.

D: You can never be certain about what the future will bring.

>I won't let you be alone.

D: That's sweet of you, even if you are just flirting.

D: I never had much to begin with in life, and I worry that one day, I'll be that way again... D: That's why I keep searching for someone who will love me. D: Someone unaware of the songstress, who can love a girl that used to be scared and alone on the streets of the capital... D: I wonder if such a strange person can even exist.

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D: Oh, is this where you've been? Everyone's looking for you. D: With the war over, I'd like to think they'd at least give you a few days' rest. D: Don't worry, I won't tell them you're here. D: It's a rare occasion for me to have you all to myself.

>Not looking for a guy to share the victory with?

>Did you ever find your "strange person"?

D: No, I've given up on that. I realized there was no point. D: Besides, maybe the person I've been looking for is closer than I realized.* D: Besides, maybe the person I've been looking for is closer than I realized.* D: See...there is one person I must confess I'm just a little bit interested in.

>In that case...

D: What? Is that— That's a ring.

>It would be very embarrassing if I had the wrong idea, so I have to ask...

D: Are you proposing? Here? Now? T-to me? D: I don't know what to say. D: Are you sure? You want to spend your life with…me?* D: Are you sure? You want to spend your life with…me?* D: Even though I'm not a songstress anymore? And I don't come from a noble family or have any wealth or land to my name? D: You won the war. You could pick anyone in the world. Why would you... D: OK. I mean, yes. Yes! I love you madly, and I'd be happy to marry you! D: But if we're going to be married, I had better think up a cute nickname for you. Don't you think? D: Oh, I wonder what I should call you now... Darling? My beloved? So many options! D: I starred in so many operas where I captured the heart of my beloved... D: But I never dreamed that it would feel this wonderful when it actually happened. D: A life singing for you in a peaceful world... D: I imagine that life will be more wonderful than I ever could have hoped. D: I love you. D: I could never sing anything as pure as those three little words.

*i’m guessing the duplicates in this case are for different model codes, since dorothea can romance both m!byleth and f!byleth; maybe the action she does is different between genders?

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paired endings

After ascending to the throne as the first leader of the United Kingdom of Fódlan, Byleth announced hies/her marriage to Dorothea. The former songstress resolved to stay out of the public eye, keeping to herself and her family, but as Byleth worked tirelessly to restore Fódlan, she did offer advice from time to time. It is said that her experience growing up as a commoner provided a useful perspective. Many years later, her diary was uncovered, revealing the full extent of the happy life the couple shared. The love poems that they wrote to one another were published as a collection.

After taking on the role of archbishop of the Church of Seiros, Byleth announced his/her marriage to Dorothea. The former songstress resolved to stay out of the public eye, keeping to herself and her family, but as the archbishop worked tirelessly to restore Fódlan and the church, she did privately offer advice from time to time. It is said that her experience growing up as a commoner provided a useful perspective. Many years later, her diary was uncovered, revealing the full extent of the happy life the couple shared. The love poems that they wrote to one another were published as a collection.

Almost immediately after the modest wedding ceremony between Byleth and Dorothea was over, the battle against those who slither in the dark began in earnest. Dorothea chose not to take the field of battle with a weapon but rather to tend the household in her spouse's absence and provide emotional support to his/her effort to bring lasting peace to Fódlan. Many years after the war had ended, Dorothea's diary was uncovered, revealing the full extent of the happy life the couple shared. The love poems that they wrote to one another were published as a collection.

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night of the ball

D: Ah, Professor! You showed up!

>Why are you here?

D: Um, I'm the one who called you here, remember?

>Why do you look so happy?

D: Well, because you're here, of course!

D: You came here because you read the letter I sent you, right?

>Not that I recall...

>What letter?

D: Are you saying this is...a coincidence? D: How disappointing to think you didn't come here specifically to see me. D: Still, if we're meeting by complete chance... that has a certain appeal too. It's as if destiny brought us together! D: And tonight is the night of the ball... Lucky me.

>What are you plotting?

D: Plotting? That's a bit rude, don't you think?

>I thought you weren't comfortable around me...

D: Oh, that's just when you're looking through me in front of others. When it's just us...I kind of like it.

D: Originally, I wanted to see what you'd do when you read my letter. D: I just wanted to see if you'd come here like I asked. I had a feeling that you would. D: Though, I suppose you didn't even read the letter to begin with... D: I should just be thankful I wasn't left here waiting. All alone. Forever. D: Do you know it's been almost nine whole moons since you arrived at Garreg Mach? D: You must have found a special someone by now, haven't you, Professor?

>I have.

D: Ooh? Who could it be? You've made me so curious.

D: Oh, don't worry. I'm not going to pry if you don't want to share. Your private life is private, after all.

>I have not.

D: Uh-huh, right. I bet you're just hiding it. There's someone you're sweet on...

D: Don't you worry, I won't pry if you don't want to share. These things are private, after all.

>Is that what you wanted to talk about?

D: Are you changing the subject? Don't do that. Ohh, I bet that means you do have someone, don't you?

D: Don't you worry, I won't pry if you don't want to share. These things are private, after all.

D: Well, I oughta get going... D: I wouldn't want to be in the way if your special someone shows up. D: Either way, I do hope you'll share a dance with me later.

#fire emblem three houses spoilers #fe16 spoilers #fe3h spoilers #byleth x dorothea #dorothea x byleth #romantic

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“Absence, darkness, death: things which are not”: 14x18 watching notes

“What’s Deal with Catharsis?”

Let’s talk about catharsis. 13x04 has been haunting me since it aired. I couldn’t get over Dean sitting on a therapist’s sofa asking “So what’s the deal with catharsis?”. I know it’s obvious but it is also a dramatic term and we are hardcore missing some catharsis in this show. Essentially, it’s the purging of negative emotions that are typically repressed which, in drama, enables renewal or restoration. One of SPN’s narrative problems, for me, is that it gives us precious little in the way of catharsis. There are notable exceptions (12x22 when Dean confronts Mary in his dream, for instance) but for the most part negative emotions are repressed, sublimated, and remain unaddressed.

This is especially (haha, autocorrect turned that to “epically,” which is also true) for Dean and Cas. And it’s not sustainable. We need some purgation of their negative emotions, we NEED them to know crucial bits of information that reveal their true feelings instead of repressing them: Cas killed a million Deans but Dean doesn’t know! Dean was nihilistically depressed when Cas died but Cas doesn’t know! Cas sacrificed his soul (and happiness) to save Jack and Dean doesn’t know! The layering of dramatic irony is all very well and good, but we need to stop it at some point.

“A quintessence even from nothingness”: Absence and Negative Space

Do I actually think that will happen soon? No. I was interested in “Absence” being the title of this episode since absence is defined by the things it is not. Cas explains it in terms of Jack--not bad but the absence of good. And that’s kind of where we are with DeanCas too. It’s not definitively one thing (romance) but it’s the absence of any other convincing explanation. If they aren’t these other things--brothers, friends, war buddies--then what are they? “Absence” also refers to Mary, of course, who was absent from their lives once and now is again to be experienced not as a person but a lack. Their whole maternal relationship is defined by feelings of loss and absence so in a sad and terrible way it’s returned to normal. SPN is full of things that are not definitively one thing but which are NOT a bunch of other things and, in all cases, the slipperiness of the definition is itself the narrative problem.

SHAMELESS RENAISSANCE POETRY PLUG please go read this poem by John Donne on the winter solstice, which is all about death and renewal:

Study me then, you who shall lovers be At the next world, that is, at the next spring; For I am every dead thing, In whom Love wrought new alchemy. For his art did express A quintessence even from nothingness, From dull privations, and lean emptiness; He ruin'd me, and I am re-begot Of absence, darkness, death: things which are not.

It’s called, “A Noctournal upon St. Lucy’s Day, being the shortest day” and I adore it. Also...it (along with a lot of Donne) seems so SPN-appropriate that I think he would have been a fan. (Donne is the preacher who wrote the “no man is an island” sermon and asked “not for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee”. He had a massive command of rhetoric, yo.)

Anyway, “absence, darkness, death: things which are not” is what the title immediately made me think of. Jack promised a new beginning, forged from the darkness that was Lucifer, and part of me is still convinced that this is what he’ll bring, despite appearances. We all predicted early on that he’d have a moment to go darkside and, yeah, this is it! His choices would also matter--because this is Team Free Will--but it would then be his choice to act evilly. Even if that happens, though, he can choose not to and part of me thinks he will. We don’t have other Big Bads on deck for the end of this season/start of S15 so I’m assuming episodes 19 and 20 will focus on the Jack problem until it reaches a crisis that carries us through to the summer. But how they will resolve it, I hope, has more to do with the power Jack holds to create as well as destroy. Or maybe Chuck’s reappearance will set this balance off? We’ll see.

Also, “absence makes the heart grow fonder,” which I’m going to keep an eye on as the season goes on.

Destiel is Pain

It’s fascinating that the promos were edited to suggest that this was an episode with MAXIMUM DEANCAS DRAMA OMG!! when it kinda...wasn’t. I know @occamshipper pointed out that they edited it just like a het romance drama, centering on the “you’re dead to me” and building up the angst and tension. And that was there, but it wasn’t everything. PR isn’t showrunning, yes, but it does mean something; it means they think the GA cares. And that’s kind of a big fucking deal at this point because what the GA cares about determines what we’ll see more of in the show. It’s not definitive at all. But it’s a trend and an important one that some fine folks have been tracking for a while.

The “you’re dead to me” was not not a big deal--and I had hoped very much that we’d get an apology along the lines of, “Cas, I’m sorry. What I said--I put the whole Jack thing on you and that’s not fair. I did the same thing. We all did. You didn’t fail us.” Let’s cross fingers and hope we hear that the next time they talk (since Sam stopped Cas from trying to give comfort in this episode...pray4Sam who was SUCH a brother-in-law/marriage counselor here). But it’s a Buckleming next so I don’t hold out hope. In any case, it’s a big deal because while Sam now knows that Dean doesn’t consider the whole thing Cas’s fault Cas doesn’t know that and will continue to go on thinking that a) he’s only good the Winchesters insofar as he’s “useful” and b) he’s a failure to Dean specifically. THAT’S TERRIBLE AND WE NEED TO CORRECT IT IMMEDIATELY!!

But we won’t correct it immediately because the show is riding DeanCas tension as basically the A plot at this point. Building angst to a breaking point surrounding Jack just emphasizes that. Jack caused our biggest DeanCas rift to date, both by Cas’s unwavering support in him that led to betraying Dean (running off with SOME WOMAN after stealing the colt from under his pillow after the mixtape scene, layering romance trope on romance trope) and by coming into existence the same day Cas died. Jack’s essential good or evil nature has been the biggest disagreement in their relationship for 3 seasons now so it makes sense to center a crisis on it.

And Dean doesn’t even KNOW about Castiel’s deal with The Empty! He doesn’t know that Cas traded his soul to return Jack’s to earth...only to have it be destroyed. True, The Empty said it would only come when Cas was happy and the thick angst we have now doesn’t suggest he’ll be happy anytime soon, but I think Dean and Sam are about to find out about the deal and Dean’s about to be pissed the fuck off at Cas for doing something SO STUPID (so like a Winchester). Maybe in the same conversation where Dean apologizes we can have Cas tell him the truth about the deal? Like, can they talk please? The real villain was miscommunication all along though, right?

Zombie Moms

Just a little sidebar to tell myself to return to 13x12, “Various and Sundry Villains” (a Yockey ep) and the two witches who were able to get Rowena the Book of the Damned (crucial in this episode, as Rowena unwittingly leaves it with Jack) try to resurrect their mom and bring her back...wrong. Because necromancy is extremely tough (and why didn’t Jack need any victim blood to bring Mary back the way that the Plum sisters did??) what they bring back is just a murderous simulacrum that was, honestly, what I was afraid they were planning to do with Mary. I’m relieved that they didn’t.

Both episodes owe a great debt to the Buffy episode “Forever” (5x17) where SPOILERS FOR BUFFY after their mother’s death her younger sister attempts to bring her back, only to realize at the last second that it’s not possible and the thing outside the door is a horror. It’s a very intense episode about grief, following “The Body” (5x16), one of the most devastating TV episodes to ever air. It was obvious to me that Yockey et al. were using that episode in 13x12, though not totally clear how. They even cast the zombie Mom like Joyce!!

In any case, in 13x12 the sisters’ refusal to let their mom go was an example of the toxic sibling codependency that Rowena used to kill them (as they beat each other to death, one using a hammer just like demon!Dean). In 14x18 Jack’s desire to bring Mary back is an example of his being unable to cope with the reality of his actions and his fear of losing the Winchesters. That’s not toxic codependency, but it is a refusal to go through the stages of grief. There’s definitely something going on here--and going on about Moms--that I can’t pick apart now but want to (or hope someone else will!!).

On which note, my chemo fatigue has found me so I’m gonna sign off. Apologies for typos or lack of clarity. I have really missed doing episode notes, though, so maybe I’ll be back to it soon. I’m psyched to see how this season wraps up, how about you?

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New Roses in your Womb

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You was standing by the window drinking your tea with smile on your face. You keep looking out the window from your nice larger three bedroom apartment. You look down to see the man that you fell in love with over a year ago. “Kenny!” You said putting you tea cup down with a smile on your face. You ran to the door as you waited for him to knock, but you couldn’t because you were just to excited so you open the door just to see Kenny walking to your door. “My sweet thing!” Kenny said as he ran to you giving you a big bear hug. You laugh as you felt his strong arms hugging you real tight. “Kenny baby you're kinda hurting me a little bit. “You said as he let you go. “Sorry baby I was just so happy to finally see ya. Now how about we get ready so I can show you that deal I made.” You smiled as you saw him pulled out the contract with WWE. “You join the WWE? Kenny are you sure the Vince is ready for you?” He look down at you with a smile. “I’m sure they all are now lets you ready because I’m taking you there tonight.” You smiled as you & Kenny got ready for tonight's show.

You remember how you and Kenny meet, it still feel like it was yesterday when it happen. You was in Japan at the time for your new mini book called Poems from the heart. You sat there signing your book meeting fans enjoying the time out there. One night as you made it back to your hotel room you bump into a tall blandish strong men making you fall to the ground as he drop his things. “Oh wow that hurt.” You said as you look up to see cute light blue eyes looking down at you. He extend his hand to left you up which you did. “Hey sorry about that did see ya there short stuff.” You rolled your eyes as you pick up your bag only to see your book on the floor. “Your book.” Kenny pick it up as he smiled at you. “Yeah great stuff love the women who wrote this.” You smiled as you cross your arms. “Yeah I’m pretty sure you would have love to meet her as well.” Kenny look at you. “Wait she came here to Japan?” You nodded your head. “Yeah she was even doing a meet and greet signing for her new book which you have.” Kenny grunted as he rub the back of his neck. “Oh man I wish I meet her. I’m a very big fan of hers.” You laugh a little as you look up at him. Your not gonna lie Kenny is pretty cute for someone who’s pretty big. “You know what...I know who you are because I watch wrestling a lot Mr. Omega, can you get me a free ticket into the Tokyo dome and I’ll let you meet Y/N.” You smiled up at him. “Yeah that would be great it’s well we need to leave right now!” He took your hand and pulled you out of the hotel and straight to the dome.

You enjoyed the show watching Kenny fight Jericho in the match. You cheered Kenny on yelling your heart out for him which he won as you jump for joy. You ran in and gave him a big hug then you kissed Kenny? You both look at each other then you look away licking your lips, The young bucks, Cody, Brandi even Jericho all laugh a bit. “So I see you have to hots for Kenny Ms. Y/N?” Brandi said elbowing you. Kenny stop then he turn around looking at you. You look up at Kenny as you tried to think of something. “Y/N? Your the girl who….I bump into you back at the hotel...you're the one who wrote that poem book!” You look down as you turn to walk off, but didn’t because Kenny pulled you back to him. “Nah you kiss me I don’t think your going anywhere.” You smiled at him as you try to say something, but Kenny cut you off by kissing you softly on your lips. “Oh yeah I’m your biggest fan.” Kenny said You laugh as you kiss him right back.

You both made it to the WWE arena. You wore your black spandex with a tank top that had an Omega logo on it with black heels. “I still can’t believe you made it to the WWE babe. I mean are you sure you really want this?” You said looking at him “Yeah babe I’m sure besides what could go wrong with this place.” You look over at him with a worried look on your face. “People’s careers not making it to far?” You said looking down as you both started to walk to the locker room. Kenny look at you then smiled. “Nah this guys wanted me for the longest so I think my career is fine babe.” You both found his own locker room as Kenny opened the door for you to walk in you smiled turning around seeing Kenny come in close the door right behind him. “Well your ready Kenny?” He look up at you confuse as you jump on him kissing him. “Come on babe take me right now Kenny I’m dying and I need your big strong cock inside me.” He didn’t waste any time taking your tank top off along with your pants. Kenny removed his clothes so fast that you was already on your knees taking his big cock in your hands. “Oh baby your so hard I don’t know if I can fit it in my mouth.” You laugh as you started licking the head of his cock making Kenny moan. “It’s not gonna suck itself baby stop playing around we only have a few hours before the show starts.” He grab your hair then his cock putting him in your mouth. You start to suck hard on him as he moan with you lips around his cock. You keep it up until you felt Kenny’s manhood twitching in your mouth. “Yeah...nah stop damn it stop.” He pulled his cock out as you laugh at him. “What wrong baby?” Kenny turn you around as bend you over on table you gasps as you felt his cock rubbing your core. “Oh baby please don’t tease me please. Please Kenny.” You moan when you felt Kenny slamming your pussy hard making you moan loud. “Oh Kenny baby oh yes, please don’t stop please.” Kenny was thrusting so hard inside you you thought you was going to die from him. You start to feel a tight knock inside you as your walls start to tighten up around him. “Kenny...ba...baby please!” Kenny already knew what to do with you he pulled on your hair and whispered in your ear. “Who’s the men making you come?” You said as your orgasm hits you hard. “You are you daddy!!” Not long after Kenny came after.

The both of you stood here catching your breaths until he look at his watch. “Oh shit babe shower time I have to get ready in an hour.” You look up then start to grab your clothes as you felt his seed dripping down your leg. Not gonna lie it turn you on even more. You both was ready before the show started. Fresh from your shower even tho you both know a quicky shower sex took place which was cool. You walk into carting with Kenny holding his hand. You look around to see all the WWE stars all sitting with their friends. You saw Randy with Finn, R-Truth, and big show. On the other side you see Bayley, Sasha, Becky, Alexa, Nia and the rest of the WWE superstars here. “Well look who’s here!” Kenny look behind him as AJ jump on his back making Kenny fall on his knee. You laugh as you watch them play around fake fight one another. “You guys are something else you know that.” You said walking right behind them. You remember Kenny telling you about AJ Styles, how they had so much fun together back in Japan. How they hang out in bars, night clubs all the good times. “I see you have your lovely girlfriend Y/N hell there young lady.” AJ said making you smile a little. “Alright ladies man lets all sit down and have a nice talk.” Kenny said as all three of you sat at an empty table.

By now most of the WWE superstars heard your name and was in shock that you was even here. Alexa being the first one with Nia both got up and walk out just like the rest of them. You saw it from the corner of your eyes. Not thinking about it for to long as you look back at Kenny and AJ catching up with old times. Raw started as you watch from Kenny’s private locker room. The show was going pretty well watching the matches as everyone had their moment in the ring, talking about who they were going to fight at the next PPV You look over to see Kenny talk with Luke and Karl have a blast. “Hey man were happy that you made it to the WWE now we can have the old good times when it was us four.” Karl said. Luke laugh as he pat Kenny on his shoulder. “Yeah man plus we have a girl in the team uhh..” He said making you laugh as you look at them. “No thanks I’ll just stick to writing my poems thank you.” You said making Kenny walk up to you giving you a soft kiss on your lips. “That’s my babe now stay here because we have to get ready me and the guys are going to go out there and change history tonight.” You smiled as you watch them leaving the room all by yourself. “What am I going to do with him?” You smiled as you watch the tv.

You saw all three Luke, Karl and AJ walk out to the ring as you watch them talk about their past in NJPW all the way to now the WWE. You heard AJ ready to announcer his name. “Ladies and gentlemen you knew for a long time we all want him here so give it up for KENNY OMEGA!!” The crowd cheer as they saw Kenny walking out with his leather jacket on. You shook your head knowing he was going to be silly by wearing that. You watch as Kenny was talking about all the good times he had with them and now his read to make great new ones with his buddies then Bobby lashley’s music hit. He walks out with his sidekick Lio rush as Lio start talking about how great bobby is, then it’s what Lio said next that made Kenny’s blood bolid. “You Kenny I heard about ya you wrestled all around the world had great matches with the best, but this man right here. This man Bobby he can take you on and beat you, oh if the rumours that’s going on back there is true, your girlfriend Y/N is here and she one hot ass that Bobby can have.” The crowd went wild as Kenny’s face went red punching Lio then punch Bobby just for laughing at what Lio said about you.

You got up then opening the door to his locker room then you start running to the gorilla. You ran past a few superstars. You keep your eyes straight in front of her. “Hey your Y/N Y/L/N right?” You look over to see Lana you just wave at her as you ran past everyone even them. The three most dangerous men in the WWE the shield. You started to slow down once you got to the gorilla as you saw Vince and Hunter here. “Hey let me talk to Kenny please.” You said to them. “Sorry kid Kenny was put in a match with Bobby.” Hunter told you with a small smile on his. You nodded as you watch the match go on knowing that Karl was right there at ring side by Kenny.

You watch as Kenny pick up the win making you jump with joy. You wait for Kenny and Karl to come past the curtains. “Kenny!” You hug him as he hug you right back Karl walking away from you guys. You and Kenny start walking back to his locker room until they came out of nowhere. Making the both of you stop, not taking any chances Kenny pulled you right behind him. “Relax Kenny we just want to say great job on your match with Bobby tonight.” Seth said with a evil smile. Roman look at Kenny. “Welcome to the WWE boy this is our home, the ring that’s our yard and who ever steps into it better have eyes behind their back, because we are the shield.” Dean the last man who didn’t say anything, all he did was keep his eyes on you with a wicked grin on his face. You look at Dean then turning her head to the other side making Kenny worrying about your safety. So Kenny held your hand tight as he keep you close to him while walking past the three men. Once inside Kenny’s locker room his started to pack up his things, while you watch him. “Babe are you ok?” Kenny look at you with a smile. “Yeah as long as you are safe then I’m good. If anything happened to ya oh you wouldn't see me smiling.”

Kenny finish packing up his belongings he walks up to you taking your hand then exiting the locker room then straight for your car. Kenny open the back door tossing his bag in the backseat then closing the door. You got in the passenger side as Kenny enter from the driver side, he start to the car pulling out of the parking lot. You smiled at Kenny as he started driving back to your place. There was still one thing that was still bugging you, and that was the way Dean was looking at you. His eyes it was dark with something in it, his grin it had something crazy just crazy about it. You felt so uncomfortable that you just wish you didn’t come there. You didn’t tell Kenny cause you didn’t want to worry him about you. All you wanted to do is just get home with him and sleep.

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Help?

When I was 15, I had a crush on a person so I asked them out. They were 14. The summer after I asked them out I turned 16. Whenever we rode the late bus home after atfer-school activities they would let me touch their boobs.Whenever they said “no” or “stop,” I would stop. Our relationship was not healthy, they would yse guilt and threats of suicide to keep me from arguing when they told me who I could and could not talk to, including teachers. They often told me how much they hated my body, but loved my mind. Or that if it wasnt for me, they would be dating X guy. They never asked permission to kiss me, and usually only did it to make a point in front of people; at one point even grabbing my delicate parts in front of a crowd of people in order to prove some weird point I’ve never been able to figure out. I bought them everything they asked for, even when it tapped out my meager savings, because if I ever didn’t they would threaten to kill themself. I even shelled out so we could both go to this hyper brainwashy religious camp that she loved. Once I was there, they told me that I wasnt really a member of the religion because my mother was a convert and not born in, and that people like me were “diluting the blood” which would eventually lead to the disappearance of the religion. When I finally got the balls to break up with them, they swore it was the biggest mistake I’d ever make, and that they would win me back. When I literally snorted, they switched to demanding that I continue to walk them to class every day and be their friend. I shrugged, and to this day I regret not telling them to just leave me alone. That very night, they were already holding hands with X guy who they told me I was keeping them from. It fucking hurt, but I told myself that maybe then I’d be free from them. It was not to be so. For the next year, they followed me EVEYWHERE, attacking me online for unfriending them on the website we used to hang out on, even creating fake accounts to keep trying to contact me to “be my friend” even when I said they hurt me and to please leave me alone. A year later, in my senior year when I was 17, they dropped the atom bomb on me. They wrote a poem to me about how terrible I had been and how much they’d missed me and how I just had to see the error of my ways and return to being their friend. They did not give me this poem privately. They read it in front of the entire school, publicly shaming me for breaking their heart and not being a big enough person to return to being their obedient lapdog. I stormed out of there the second I could, only to go home to yet another ghost account trying to contact me. Only after I deleted all my accounts and went far away to college did I escape my nightmare. I dated new people, and even fell in love again, and out again, then in again, graduated, and was asked to marry the love of my life. And since I can never not try to shoot myself in the foot, I decided that before marrying I would apologize to all my ex lovers for hurting them, and talking through it. In my religion, marriage is viewed as a cleansing union of souls, all past sins are wiped away so that 2 perfect souls can be joined before the lord. This went as well as expected, anyone I had a real connection with being willing to talk it out with me, and some even forgave me for my infractions that led to our breakups. And some just never responded, also within their rights. Until my dumb ass decides that since I’m not a perfect person, I should forgive the highschool ex and ask for forgiveness for not being perfect. I sent them a message apologizing for how I acted in the relationship and the breakup, only to have my apology rejected. They said that I never should have dated them to begin with because I molested them. That I was an inherently evil person for even trying to contact them to apologize, and that I deserved to be put on one of those pedophile lists. Are they right? Did I molest them? If I did, what can I ever do to make up for it?

Hello,

First of all, congratulations on getting engaged and finding someone you truly love. I’m sorry that you had to struggle through such hard times to get where you are now but I’m glad you’re doing okay.

From what you’re saying, you were in an incredibly unhealthy and abusive relationship. It doesn’t sound like you molested this person if you were asking permission and stopping when they told you to. It does, however, sound like this person molested you if they were grabbing you publicly without your consent. It sounds like you handled the breakup well and did a good job of creating healthy boundaries to keep yourself safe. Obviously I don’t know the whole situation but it sounds like you did everything you could to make her as happy as possible. Those are not the actions of an “inherently evil person”. Maybe it was a little bit of a questionable decision to reach out to this person again, but intentions matter. If you did it with the right intentions, to truly apologize, then there isn’t really anything wrong with it. If she chooses to not accept your apology, that’s her decision and you have to respect that. Honestly, I would suggest not talking to this person ever again. They seem to be really bad for you and by apologizing, you may have just opened the door back up for them to try and communicate with you. If you won’t be able to move past this, you can always send them a simple message that says “I’m sorry you feel that way” and then move on with your life.

I understand what you were trying to do and I think it’s important to heal your past before taking a big step, but now that you’ve done that, you need to let the past go and focus on your present and future. I wouldn’t worry too much about this other person. If you feel that you did something in that relationship that was inappropriate, you can apologize for that but don’t apologize for things you didn’t do.

-Livia

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Brilliant or Barmy?

A/N: this is just a little Valentine drabble (actually a one shot) that sprang into my head this morning. I hope you enjoy! Warning: there has been no editing or beta-ing, so proceed at your own risk! There is a little easter egg for my DEM girls :)

There were a long list of really amazing things about being Ron Weasley’s girlfriend; however, Hermione thought with a sigh, Valentine romance was apparently not on that list. She had been more than a little thrilled when she discovered that Valentine’s Day would coincide with a Hogsmeade weekend and one of Ron’s rare weekends off from training. Now, Hermione had always prided herself in not succumbing to what she had frequently referred to as a “rubbish consumeristic excuse for a holiday”, but she hated to admit that this year was different.

In fact, many things that she had previously scoffed at were now commonplace. She wrote Ron horribly sentimental letters, referred to him frequently in conversation: My boyfriend always says, or Well, my boyfriend and I…, kissed him in the presence of other people, and all without feeling an ounce of shame. It wasn’t surprising then, that she had spent the last month envisioning a day filled with tea at Madame Puddifoots, heart shaped confections, and passionate kisses. The scenario that she had played over and over in her mind usually ended in them abandoning their tea in favor of a more private location. They had not talked about it in their letters, but she couldn’t help but hope that he had made arrangements for a room, one with a large bed and if there were a few rose petals and candles scattered about what would that hurt?

So to say that the day had not gone as she had imagined would be an understatement. Ron had been affectionate, but not in that “I haven’t seen you in a month and I can’t get wait to get you out of your knickers” way that she had grown to love. On the contrary, her knickers, specially purchased for the occasion, were still frustratingly in place.

So far the day had consisted of a trip to Tomes and Scrolls, where she did finally buy a small stack of new books when it became obvious Ron was not in a hurry; a visit to Scrivinshafts where Ron acquired a new quill that was suggested to the new recruits as every Auror’s favorite. They had not so much as paused at Madame Puddifoots, and now she was beginning to wonder if there might be something wrong.

Maybe it was nothing. To be perfectly honest she had never seen Ron get excited about Valentine’s Day in the past, they had joked about it many times over the years when the rest of the students seem to go quite mad. Even in sixth year he had not, much to her delight at the time, even gotten Lavender a card or a gift, Oh, honestly, are you still grinning about that? The poor girl had been devastated, weeping on Pavarti’s shoulder about it until the wee hours!

Oh, well, as long as they were together she guessed that the rest just didn’t matter. She decided to enjoy the remainder of the day even if it didn’t live up to some silly expectation. As they walked through the crowded street, she gripped his hand just a little tighter.

“Hermione?”

“Hm?”

“You alright?”

“Yes, of course! Why do you ask?” She stopped and looked up at him, praying that her poor attitude had not hurt his feelings.

“Well, I just wanted today to be what you wanted and I…well I’m usually rubbish at this so I tried to remember everything we talked about.”

For the life of her she couldn’t figure out what he was talking about. Everything they talked about? “Today has been lovely, Ron. But I’m not sure what you mean.”

“You don’t? You really don’t?” The disbelief on his face quickly changed to amusement as he reached into his coat pocket, handing her a rather worn piece of parchment.

She unfolded it, still perplexed, until she saw Valentine’s Day…Brilliant or Barmy? in Ron’s large sloping hand with a neatly printed chart in her own hand beneath.

“Ron? I can’t believe…you kept this!! When did we make it? Fourth year? Fifth?”

“Fourth.”

Tears blurred her vision as she examined the list they had made together, laughing in the common room as so many of their fellow Gryffindors were entranced by Valentine mania. There among the entries in the “Brilliant” category were “Buying New Books”,“Shopping for Quills” ,”Candies at Honeydukes (as long as they aren’t heart shaped); while under the “Barmy” column were “Madame Pudifoots”, “Ridiculous Love Poems”, and “Wasting Galleons on Cupid Themed Atrocities”. How could she have forgotten?

“At first when I found out I would get to see you this weekend, I started planning all sorts of barmy things…drove myself mental trying to think of a way to make it perfect for you,” he paused, looking more than a little embarrassed, “but then I got a letter from Dad and he said that I shouldn’t worry so much, that I knew you better than anyone else did, that I would know what you would like to do….that’s when I remembered that we had already planned the perfect day.”

“Honestly, any day that I get to spend with you is as perfect as I will ever need,” she reached up with her free hand and cupped his cheek, rosy from the chilly wind.

“I feel the same way, you know that don’t you?”

“I do, but there is something YOU need to know.”

“What?”

“My list may have changed just a tiny bit since fourth year,” Hermione stretched up on tiptoe to whisper in his ear, “but you’ll have to look under my robes to find out exactly how.”

Ron growled his reply, “Guess it’s a good thing I reserved a room for us.”

“Then why in the name of Merlin are we standing here?”

****

Hours later Hermione rolled over to find Ron padding across the rented room, “Not that I don’t appreciate the view, but what in the world are you doing out of this bed?”

“Sorry, had a little updating to do,” he flashed her a cheeky grin as he bent over the desk, brandishing his new quill.

“Hope I didn’t make the barmy list.”

“Guess you’ll just have to look and see.”

Hermione bounded across the room, as starkers as her boyfriend, to find that he had written RED LACE KNICKERS in large block letters at the bottom of the brilliant column. She grabbed the quill and added her own entry: STAYING IN BED TOGETHER ALL DAY.

Without another word, Ron, scooped her up and took them both back to bed, because really, who was he to disappoint his Valentine?

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Somewhere Inside (Disuphere series #4) Chapter 34

(To listen, click here) - 17:26

Dominique glances up at Levi, surprised. He’s nodding out the window, in the direction of the dock. She gets up. Goes with him.

She can’t break the habit of scanning for Pearl’s mom, and Levi can’t either, it seems. Both are watchful, until they are fully obscured by the huge white dock chair.

“Did I…” Levi starts out, hesitantly. “Did I offend you?”

“No.” Dominique blinks, surprised. “Why would you say that?”

“Because, I took your poem and made it about me,” he says, matter of fact.

“You responded to it. Said you’re with me. That’s not selfish,” she points out.

“I really related to it,” Levi confesses. “Like, before I read your poem? I couldn’t write anything. And God knows I can’t draw.”

“So, you’re not gonna use it against me?” Dominique checks. “Like, later? Since I shared with you? Is it...I don’t know...gonna come back to bite me?”

“I don’t exploit my friends,” Levi tells her plainly.

“So, no?” Dominique asks.

“So, never,” Levi confirms.

“You really think you’re rude? A liar? All those things you said?” she checks.

“Well yeah,” he says, plainly. “There’s got to be a reason that happened to me. Those seem like pretty good ones.”

“Or maybe....” Dominique ventures. “You were just a little boy. And making a mess or whatever happened, doesn’t justify what was done to you.”

“And maybe your soul’s not just dying embers. Maybe you’re full of light,” Levi returns, looking out at the water.

“There’s more to it.” Dominique blinks back tears, stunned. Swallows the emotion she’s feeling, even though it goes against Feelings Time.

“I’m listening if you wanna share. No pressure,” Levi says.

Dominique takes a breath. Another. Another. Somehow, she can still feel smoke choking her. Even out here in all of this natural air.

She shakes her head.

“It feels personal, though.” Levi says, bringing the conversation back to the poem. Back to reasons for what happened to him.

“That’s because it is,” Dominique answers. “I’m not saying that it’s not totally valid to feel like we’re the reason. But the fact is? What happened to us, would’ve never happened...if people around us didn’t make it happen. If you’re looking for a reason, Levi, it’s them. It’s her.”

“I know,” he nods. And you don’t owe me anymore to your story than you want to share. And I’m never gonna exploit you,” he reminds her.

“We gotta take Francesca down here with us before we have to go. I promised her.” Dominique says, changing the subject.

“Okay,” Levi confirms, “So...you’re really not mad I wrote all over your poem?”

“I feel...like your poem completes mine, in a way. No, I’m not mad. If you took it and wrote something unrelated, or irreverant, or silly? Then, I’d be upset, but even then I wouldn’t hurt you.”

“I worry about women’s tempers…” Levi confides.

“And I worry about men’s…” Dominique echoes her own feelings.

“It’s not normal. It’s super weird,” Levi insists.

“It’s normal for us, though. Given your experience, it makes 100% sense that you worry about women’s reactions. Just like it makes sense for me to feel like I do.”

“Pearl gave me a thing.” Levi confides. “I don’t know how to respond.”

“Hmm…” Dominique hums.

“I feel like it’s supposed to be genuine but I keep side-eyeing it… She’s like, trying to make up for dismissing me. Telling me I matter and stuff. But it’s like, if I really matter, then show me. You know?”

“Maybe tell her that when we go back in?” Dominique encourages.

“Maybe.”

For Pearl, it’s much easier to focus on the present moment than it is to think about this day 22 years ago, as the last day she was her former self. The last day she wasn’t irrevocably changed.

It’s also beyond hard that Levi and Dominique seem to always prefer to go off just the two of them and discuss things in private. It hurts that he doesn’t yet trust Pearl that way, even if it makes total sense.

Speaking of, here comes Levi now. He hands her a piece of paper, folded.

Curious, Pearl opens it and her heart falls. It’s her own letter to him. At the bottom, he’s scrawled:

You keep telling me I matter but the way you treat me doesn’t match. Don’t just tell me I matter. Show me, by taking me seriously. I really need that.

Pearl folds the letter wondering when every single thing will stop feeling like rejection. Levi’s not even keeping her own letter.

“Does anybody wanna share their stuff they made? Or any feelings?” Jesus asks.

Pearl crosses her arms. Then, looks at Francesca and remembers her telling Pearl she should practice being a safe person. She wonders what that looks like.

“Francesca brought up being a safe person with me…” she ventures. “I guess I’d like to know...what does that look like for you guys?” Pearl’s got her pen poised to take notes.

“No sharing private information, like what we talk about at Avoidance,” Francesca offers.

“When somebody tells you something...believe them,” Levi adds, quiet. “Don’t dismiss it because you don’t understand.”

“Ask questions if you don’t understand,” Mariana adds.

Pearl’s rushing to keep up.

“Respect boundaries,” Dominique says, and Pearl can feel her gaze.

“And take responsibility,” Jesus adds in a soft tone that still, somehow, makes Pearl glance up. “Remember that we’re responsible to and for each other. So, respect, communicate, clarify...and if you mess up? Apologize. And mean it.”

“I’m sorry for leaving,” Levi speaks up before Pearl can, surprising her. He’s looking at the grain of the table top. “And I’m sorry for yelling and making a big deal about the cookies.”

“Levi.” Jesus says. “What are you doing right now?”

Levi glances up at Jesus. “What do you mean? I’m taking responsibility. So you guys all know I’m safe or whatever.”

“It sounds a little bit like...compliance,” Dominique says gently.

“What’s that?” Levi’s eyes are full of questions.

(Pearl wonders if he’s searching his brain for what compliance could mean. Coming up against a single context for the word. Work at the store, when somebody went overtime without taking breaks. Even though, it always bothered Pearl because that struck her as noncompliance.)

“Obedience,” Dominique clarifies. “Sounds like you might be quick to follow any kind of command or suggestion.”

“Because maybe he doesn’t wanna get kicked out of our group….” Francesca offers, distracted by coloring. “If he doesn’t follow all the rules. That’s what I use to think.”

“But what’d you learn about that?” Dominique asks. “Can you share with Levi?”

“That...being in our friend group doesn’t mean you have to never make a mistake. If you make a mistake, it’s okay. If you’re still learning something, it’s okay. Oh, you guys, we forgot consent for being safe people. Pearl, write that down. Consent is asking first before you touch or come into somebody’s space or sometimes if it’s okay to ask a question about somebody’s trauma, instead of, you know, just asking and surprising them.”

“So, what’s wrong with that?” Levi asks Dominique honestly.

“With…” Dominique ventures.

“Being compliant?” Levi clarifies.

“It’s a sign that you might be dealing with trauma…” she offers. “Because in friendship...we don’t have to obey each other. Nobody has power over anybody else.”

Levi shrugs. “I just wanna do the right thing…”

“But there’s not really,” Mariana allows. “Like, there’s honesty. There’s what’s true for you.”

“But what if I don’t want to?” Levi asks.

“That’s your right,” Jesus reminds him.

“Yeah, you can say no, or not share, and we won’t make you or ignore you,” Francesca insists.

Pearl doesn’t miss it, when Levi slides a glance her way.

“Levi…” she says, trying not to sigh. “You don’t have to do everything right. You can make mistakes. I know I didn’t make you feel safe earlier today when I mishandled your trigger. I am sorry about that. I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you directly. I should have recognized you were upset. I should have respected your boundaries.”

“But why is it wrong to do what people want?” Levi asks. “Especially if it makes sense. My leaving scared you, Francesca. It probably scared all of you. Why wouldn’t I apologize for that? Or for losing it and knocking cookies on the floor and screaming?”

“It’s why you’re apologizing,” Dominique explains.

“Why am I apologizing?” Levi asks, confused.

Dominique takes a slow deep breath. Levi does, too. (So does Pearl.)

“I have a question. Are you cool with that?” Dominique asks.

Levi nods.

“You don’t have to say yes,” she tells him.

“I’m not. I wanna know.”

“Okay. When you apologized, was it fear-based?” Dominique questions.

Levi blinks. “I’m sorry?”

“You started in immediately. Right on the end of what Jesus said about taking responsibility. I’m just saying...that can be a sign of stress. Or fear.”

“I don’t wanna do the wrong thing. Now, it sounds like I was wrong to apologize,” Levi lays his forehead on the table.

“Hey, Levi?” Jesus says. “Try not to shut down right now, okay?”

“I’m not,” Levi denies flatly, his forehead still against the table.

“You feel like you’re doing the wrong thing?” Pearl asks.

Levi doesn’t move. Doesn’t say anything.

“I bet that feels scary,” Pearl offers, sympathetic.

“It’s fine,” he denies, his voice still expressionless.

“Or maybe it feels normal?” Pearl tries again.

“Levi,” Dominique says, and he glances up. “Hey. It’s Dominique. It’s us. We’re friends. We’re not gonna hurt you. Even if you do the wrong thing.”

Still, Levi barely reacts, except to slightly bite the inside of his lip.

“You don’t have to answer any questions you’re not comfortable with.” Dominique continues.

“I just...don’t understand.” Levi admits. “And nobody’s telling me.”

“Because…” Dominique starts out deliberately. “If you’re answering questions...out of fear...or responding...out of fear...or apologizing...out of fear...that could mean you’re triggered. That could mean...you don’t feel safe. And we...as your friends...never want you to feel...like you need to give us answers, responses or apologies...because you feel...like we might hurt you...if you don’t.”

“Less…” Levi manages.

“Less?” Dominique echoes.

“I need less...words…” he manages.

“You don’t have to do things that scare you…” Pearl begins, pausing as Dominique had. “....In order to protect yourself from our reaction. Our reaction? Will always be...to protect you.”

Levi looks about to lay his head back on the table when Francesca slides a paper over to him. “Wanna do my maze?” she asks.

Silently, he accepts a blue colored pencil, and starts completing the simple task. Slowly.

“Still need less,” he manages. Pearl’s close enough that she hears him sniff.

“Levi? It’s Jesus. Can you listen to my voice while you do that?” he checks.

Absently, Levi nods.

“You’re not in danger right now,” Jesus tells him calmly.

Levi glances up sharply. Meets Jesus’s eyes. The look is intense.

“Breathe. You’re okay,” Jesus insists.

Mariana nudges her apple hand sanitizer Levi’s direction. He opens it. Smells it. That seems to help him breathe.

“I am, though.” Levi says, after a pause.

“You are, what?” Jesus asks.

Levi shrugs.

“We have time,” Dominique encourages. “Take your time.”

“In danger…” he manages. “Of...being left.”

“You’re in danger of being left?” Dominique echoes, her voice sympathetic.

He nods. “I have to do what people want. Or else,” he shrugs. “They hurt me. Or they leave.”

“We have to leave on Monday, to go back to California. But not because we want to,” Francesca explains. “We don’t want to leave you. It’s not because you did anything wrong. It’s just how life is. Hold on. I’m making you another map,” Francesca tells him.

Pearl watches, interested, as Francesca carefully draws a path on a piece of paper.

“How do you spell Levi?” Francesca asks.

“L-E-V-I,” Levi spells, his voice soft.

She writes Levi at the top of the maze. Then Pearl near him. Then a bunch of squares. Then at the bottom right, she writes her own name, followed by Jesus, Dominique and Mariana.

“What’s this?” he asks, when Francesca pushes it toward him.

“Us, and those are Avoidance picnic tables. So whenever we need each other we can just meet at one of those.”

“But I can’t…” Levi manages. “I can’t lose you guys.”

Pearl’s stunned to see his tears. His upset that runs so deep. It’s no surprise, really, given everything he’s dealing with. Francesca stops what she’s doing. “Do you need my arms?” she asks.

But he crosses his. “No.”

“You don’t have to do everything right,” Pearl offers. “To avoid getting hurt. Or getting left. I understand having a sister is new. And it hasn’t been the best experience so far, but you are stuck with me. In a good way. I’m not leaving you. Unless you want me to.”

“I don’t,” Levi manages.

“I don’t want you to go either. And I promise I’m going to get better at not hurting your feelings. About taking you seriously.”

“You have to prove it,” Levi says, his voice shaking.

“Right, I know. Being a safe person isn’t a given,” she nods. “I do have to prove it.”

“Is it okay…” Levi starts, after a pause, glancing at Dominique. “...if I’m still afraid?”

“Yes. It’s okay.” she tells him. “It makes sense.”

Pearl pays attention to the words Dominique uses. How she avoids telling him all of them are scared, too. But instead keeps her answer short (out of respect for his requests for less words) and to the point. She validates his feelings and leaves room for him to speak again.

“If I mess up...what will you do?” Levi asks.

Pearl tries not to flinch at his direct eye contact. At the fact that this is a question for her.

“If you mess up...I’ll help you. I’ll help you fix whatever’s broken.”

“And what if...I’m the mess…” Levi croaks. “You can’t fix me…”

“No, I can’t,” Pearl shakes her head, sadly. “But I can love you. If you’re the mess, I’ll love you.”

“It’s hard to believe that…” Levi admits, hoarse. “But you believe me?”

“I do. Yes. I believe you,” Pearl tells him.

He nods a little. And it feels - plank by plank - like a shaky bridge is being built between them.

#fic: somewhere inside

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callmenickk · 4 years

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I’LL FALL BUT I’LL GROW

Last year had to be the year I wrote so many poems. Have to be honest though. I don't have that much finesse this year. I deactivated my Instagram for awhile. It was becoming toxic and I didn't want to end up wasting the content I placed out there. I love the content I placed out there. I just felt like there's been too many eyes lately. And that, I'm not doing them any good as it was for me. I love my Instagram. It's like my picture album and scrapbook combined. With thoughtful captions, you know? Just the things we do for good content. And sometimes, with all that effort, I forget it's public. When you set your account to a "writer's" label, nothing is ever really private anymore. But, yah.

I didn't know why so many people didn’t liked me. But maybe I do now. Even my neighbor doesn't like me. I'm not the type to please everyone. I’m normally just the RB face who would rather you think of me as someone not to piss off...but like any other, I still do ask. Why? What did I do now? I don't remember doing anything to them. But maybe that's where I'm wrong.

That house is almost as quiet every time. If not for the chickens. There's just too many chickens at home. But that home, again as I've said, is almost as quiet every time. On occasional days, there are many people. A family, maybe, gathering. Ours is quite the opposite. We're only three. Oh, plus two btw. You have to count the dogs. We're just a small population. But there is emotion flowing in our home. Enough noise...just enough for others to hear.

I sing in this house as freely as I can. I play with my dogs as playful as I can. You will not like hearing my voice if you hate me. You will not like what I do if what I'm doing makes you a little bit lonely in yours. That much I know now. But I'm sorry if I'm not sorry at all. It's kind of funny how ironic this all gets. Because we're all just struggling on our own somehow. But I do better on how to roll with my own struggles. Which I hope you find your own ways, too. I love my parents and I am here...for them. Don't hate me for being the daughter. Don't hate me if I'm trying in my own world. If you're gonna tell me that you're daughter became a beauty queen, then I am truly happy for you. Just don't try and drag my self-esteem low, because you can't and it sounds pathetic coming from a mother.

I never cared that my cousin was going to another school than what she hoped for. Got a lower degree than what she hoped for. I never cared who her friends were for as long as she was enjoying their company. But turns out, mine did. My friends were too loud, they say. My friends have no manners, they say. I was being rude, they say. Not too smart after-all, they say. Sila na kasi ang perfect. Bigyan ng jacket yan!

They were too sharp to my mistakes. Just can't take off their eyes on me, can they? But truth will always find it's way to float above the water. Drowning from all the loans yet? No pun intended.

I also had a friend who once thought of me as a competition. I really had been a good friend; not all too perfect, how could I be? But I guess sometimes, friendships are of less worth for when our ego matters. So that's how we drop it off. Because it's not worth the effort.

Find friends that matter. Find a friend who treats you as a family. Welcomes you as a family. Not someone who holds herself greeting you a happy birthday because she thinks you've had enough happiness already.

Envy is such a powerful thing. It blinds you to your insecurities. You know some real talk? Face your own insecurities. Learn to get rid of it and appreciate your life on a better perspective. Because as long as the stars show up at night, someone somewhere will always do better than you. But why should that bother you anyway? Deal with your envy darling, because as long as it’s there, am sorry honey you’re up to no good. Life will not adjust itself for you. Shit is what you’ll be feeling. You don’t want that. And can I just say, social media isn't everything!

Give your life some substance, please. DO YOURSELF SOME FAVOR. PLEASE.

Might be taking weeks, probably months, off; but I will be back.

#nikkiwrites #envykills #beaWell-wisher

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becomeungovernable · 7 years

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CSSSA Writing Application

So, here it is! I noticed a grammar mistake in my B, and descended to Hell but hopefully they’re looking for content not grammar quality. Also, I interpreted the B as a memoir reflecting back on something, so that was the way I wrote it and I’m terrified I did it wrong.

Assignment A

Writing is vastly complex, a process of finding the right words to string together to convey a message or an image. For myself, writing is a coping method. I’ve never been exactly open about how I’m feeling, or very good at conveying those emotions. However, when I was fairly young, around eight, I picked up Harry Potter for the first time. I adored it, and still do, and I soon found myself creating my own characters, building stories whenever I had the chance. Of course, they were not very good, seeing as I was nine at that point, but reading various authors taught me to grow as a writer. From Lin Manuel Miranda, to Suzanne Collins, to George R.R. Martin, I grew from those I read, using their creativity and much more superior knowledge to fine tune my characters into actual people. I also find myself applying lessons of psychology and history I learn from school into my characters and worlds, paralleling people and events into fictional places, and having them overcome the odds. That’s why I write, to create real people who can overcome standards set upon them, whether it be from others or society.

Assignment B

At the age of fourteen, I was uncertain of many things about myself, most prominently my sexuality and gender identity. They were constant nagging questions at the back of my mind, a weight upon my shoulders that I could not shake no matter how hard I tried, the feeling of falling with no ground in sight. These questions bore strange consequences, some of which were reflected on the depression that would fall upon me eventually, but most came from other people. Lingering looks, slightly too loud whispers, but never to my face. That was, until about three weeks until my fifteenth birthday. By then, I had established that I was most certainly some form of gay as well as a form of transgender, thought I did not know what form yet, and had come to terms with it. However, when I was shopping with my older sister, I encountered a person who openly despised me for who I was. It a woman, with a strange amount of hatred in her face for a child she had never met. It was the first time the slur “faggot” was thrown my way, and it shattered my heart. I left there, hurt and confused, but rather than letting it make me angry, I made a decision. I want to spread love and tolerance, even to those who will not return it. That is the way I can feel welcome, and hopefully that woman who threw that slur my way will be able to find the way to extend the hand of brotherhood to me in return.

Assignment C

Scene opens on a lavish room, adorned with exceptional paintings and decorations. ADRIAN, a prepossessing man in his late late teens, sits forward in an armchair by a fireplace, eyes fixated on the flames. Enter ROSELYN, ADRIAN’S elder sister and current guardian, a woman in her mid twenties. Her eyes linger on the armchair as she moves into the room.

ADRIAN: Can I ask you something, Rosie?

ROSELYN: Shoot away, little brother.

ADRIAN: So, these guys I know are having a party, and I was wondering if I could go. It’ll be...

ROSELYN: (Interrupting) Who? Anybody I know?

ADRIAN: Oh, y’know, Matthew, Danny, Micah, Jonathan, … (Mumbling) Michael…

ROSELYN: (Fiercely) Absolutely not.

ADRIAN: Oh, c’mon, Rosie! It’ll be the biggest party of the year, everyone will be there!

ROSELYN: Which almost certainly means there will be people doing illegal things there! Drugs, alcohol, so many bad influences. Especially Michael, what was he expelled for again?

ADRIAN: Having a gun on campus and gang affiliations…

ROSELYN: I don’t want you getting mixed up with people like that, you might end up in a gang! Then you can kiss your full-ride scholarship goodbye, it would be gone in an instant. What would dad say if he were here?

ADRIAN: Fine! I won’t go! (Muttering bitterly) You’re almost as bad as mom. (Suddenly, he looks mortified with himself) Christ, I didn’t mean that Rosie, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.

ROSELYN: Don’t. (She picks up what she was looking for, looking extraordinarily hurt) I’ll order a pizza for tonight, make sure you get your homework done.

Assignment D

The young woman had never been so afraid.

Scrawny, shaking knees, a slender blade in slim, quivering hands, yellow irises darting to any sound she heard, she had never felt fear like this before. A lithe form hunched over, trying not to be significant in any way. Constantly, she adjusted her footing, unable to find any particular position she was comfortable with. Creator, she was a fool.

She could never know her people would be under attack in such a way. They were a peaceful folk, farmers and fishermen, who never expected anything very exciting to come their way. They lived, they worked, they died. That was, until the creature showed up.

Nobody really knew what it looked like, because if you saw it, you were more than likely dead. It lurked in the wetlands of Exandria, preying mostly on the fishermen. Her people would only find melted skeletons, with bits of flesh clinging to them. The young woman quivered at the thought.

The square of the town was abandoned, excluding the woman waiting alone for her fate. Everyone with sense, that being everyone except for her, were in hiding as soon the effulgence of the moon crested over the horizon. Curtained windows and barred doors were in every direction, as those inside awaited her screams of agony.

She brushed a lock of unpigmented hair from her eyes, tucking it behind one of her horns as she shifted her footing and her grip on her sword. With one hand, she released the blade and reached up to touch the holy symbol around her neck. Creator, give her strength and wisdom to defeat this foe born far from your kind gaze.

Out of the corner of her eye, the woman saw a small child being ushered away from a curtained window, and was suddenly reminded of her brother, barely ten, horns just beginning to sprout from his brow. Curious blue eyes, an innocent optimism that his big sister would succeed in defeating the creature. For his future, she thought fiercely. For his hopes and dreams.

Suddenly, she heard a low hissing behind her, and the woman turned slowly, fingers tightening around the hilt of the sword. Behind her there was a black scaled creature, pointed teeth bared and coated with what she assumed was some sort of acidic solution. The woman was suddenly filled with fury and courage, and she lifted her sword.

“Creator, give your daughter the strength she needs to defeat this abomination born far from your gaze!” She shrieked, baring her own painted teeth to the lizard-like obscenity before her. “Cloak me in your light, guide my sword true, and let this creature fall to avenge those of your children that have already fallen!”

And with a fierce battle cry, the woman barreled forward, swinging her sword in an arc of deadly metal. As she moved, the blade burst into white, divine fire, and she knew the Creator looked down upon her with favor.

Assignment E

I was red and she was blue

She was light streaming through a window

A ship sailing through fog

The sky at daybreak, streaked with pink

The brief moment before the break of dawn

The soft sound of a pencil beginning a sketch

The first snow of the season

Being curled in a corner with a favorite book

A secluded and private garden

The satisfaction of finishing important work

The first dance between spouses at a wedding

‘The beach on a rainy day

A gentle sea breeze on an exposed face

An entirely empty house

Light being reflected on the surface of water

A gentle rainstorm on a summer’s evening

An empty library after school got out

A lazy Saturday morning spent in bed

Gentle background music at a family dinner

A vacant forest glade, abandoned by the world

A content night with a lover

I was a booming, sold-out concert

The moment at the top of a rollercoaster

The lights of the city, late at night

Instinct driving each step further

The buzz of a crowd at a sporting event

The rush of adrenaline whilst going down steep slopes

A sports match between rivals

A sudden clap of thunder

A city street, bustling with people

The tense moment before a race

The crash of waves on rocky cliffs

A breath held in suspense

Falling through open air

A storm about to break

The sky at sunset, streaked with reds and oranges

Pulls for air between breathless pants

The instant before an anticipated event

Teasing chides from a good friend

Exhilarated laughs while being daring

The thick air of a horror movie

A moment waiting to happen

I was red and she was blue

And I found that I loved blue

And that’s it! My E is a two tone poem, so formatting is weird on Tumblr, but it’s fine on my app.

Edit: Oh my god what has this hellsite done to the formatting on my poem I can’t even fix it.

#CSSSA #CSSSA 2017 #csssa creative writing

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