#the last marching band counselor

[cappeyheel]

Heel and some lia/scrunkus if you remember

(scrunkus or swirl eyes guy belongs to @this-booty)

#nara's oc n stuff #cappey art #my art #oc #doodle #fanart #lia x scrunkus #the last marching band counselor #traditional art #cartoon #digital and traditional

[lovestuckyhatemarvel]

Okay so, here we are with season 4 episode 1 of Stranger Things. But before I get into the episode, I need to explain something: I’ve never actually watched this season before. I have, however, watched Steddie compilations on YouTube. Regardless, I’m labeling this as a ‘rewatch’ because it’ll keep the series consistent. And parts of it technically are a rewatch. Anyway, these are also going to be way longer than usual because a lot more is just Brand New™️ to me. Although some I haven’t seen but do know because of fanfiction.

1.) I literally can’t remember what made the Texas shooting something that would be necessary to be mentioned at the beginning when America has shootings all the time.

Edit: I have been reminded of the actual case it’s referencing. But I think Texas shooting is going to become less and less of an obvious connection as time goes on, especially for people who aren’t in America. I am in America, and there’s just…too many shootings to keep track of, tbh.

2.) I don’t know why I’m watching this recap. I literally watched season 3 last week or whatever but they really cut out the Russian interrogation/secret base locating stuff entirely from their recap.

3.) season 4 really starts out by being like, “Remember Brenner? Remember that douchebag? Well, guess what. He’s actually super boring in everyday life.”

4.) 010 come on down to get your psychic powers tested and your ability to interpret Brenner’s bad drawings tested. Oh nvm at least now they’re trying to locate people only to witness both Six and Dr. Ellis’ death.

5.) Wait why did Brenner survive this? How did Brenner survive this? Ten is dead. Also, since when does Brenner care about the kids? It’s not like he’s treated them well.

6.) El looking really crazy covered in blood and basically hyperventilating.

7.) El’s got her own room. Also, we’ve gone 185 days since season 3 and now El is painting little figures. And is giving a recap via letter. Joyce is a telemarketer, Will is gay pining, Jonathan has a broken car and is a stoner. Argyle has a pizza van and takes them to school. The bullies in school are cliches.

8.) Nancy drives Mike to school and Karen Wheeler looks great. Also they want Mike home by 9 pm because of his 6:30 flight.

9.) Suzie is editing a D- to an A for Dustin.

10.) I love this conversation about crushes between Robin and Steve. Boobies. Although I don’t like Robin’s hair as much this season.

11.) Max rides the bus and missed a Thursday meeting so needs to go after lunch.

12.) oh there’s Chrissy. And here’s the marching band with Robin playing the TRUMPET. Looks like Vickie’s a clarinet player. Jason and Lucas on the basketball team while Dustin and Mike argue about girlfriends in the crowd.

13.) I know it’s way too early since Jason hasn’t done anything yet, but I already hate him. He just has a punchable face. “Think about all these dead people DID THEY DIE FOR US TO LOSE AT BASKETBALL?” I would have keyed his car in high school. Like oh my god.

14.) Mike and Dustin are nerds and freaks and proud of it. To be fair, Lucas always has been cooler than them. But also Lucas should have gone to Eddie himself.

15.) PACKAGE. FROM. RUSSIA. Man, do not ever send anything delicate to Joyce, she fucking demolishes packages. Oh, that’s an ugly doll. I’ve read about the doll but didn’t know it was that ugly.

16.) El/Jane has to go after a blonde girl talking about Helen Keller for her presentation about Hopper? That’s rough, buddy. Angela is a bitch and I hate her Ariana Grande looking ass. Will is trying and I love that him and El are siblings but yeah, no, that presentation went badly.

17.) Max is doing her loner thing but does get to see Chrissy being upset in the hall as she heads away from the counselor.

18.) C in English and C- in Spanish. It’s not normal for Max but babe, C’s get degrees. You’ll be okay. Max’s mom is drinking, working two jobs, and stepdad is gone. Max is still my favorite even if she is a liar. Lucas’ advice about finding something she cares about is technically good but poor wording and timing. Max isn’t really open for help.

19.) Stranger Things really loves shots of people in bathrooms holding the sides of the sink. Also we get to hear Chrissy vomiting.

20.) Chrissy’s hallucinating. She has issues with her mom being awful about her weight and honestly, mood.

21.) Oh hi, Eddie. You’re a goofy guy. And now Eddie walks across the table. Also honestly, so far the bullying in Hawkins is like, minimal. All that happened in that scene is Eddie got called a freak. Dustin and Mike do try to get the game postponed. I still think Lucas should have asked. Eddie’s got to pass Mrs. O’Donnell’s class and that’s it to pass the class. Eddie really does yank both those dweebs out of their seats with barely any effort.

22.) Murray has karate from 1-3 on Fridays? Good for him. Oh and the doll from Russia has nipples. Teeny tiny nipples. And now needs to be smashed.

23.) Everyone thinks it’s weird that Nancy and Jonathan aren’t spending spring break together. I still think Nancy’s a comphet case. I love that Mike asks Nancy and Dustin asks Steve. Max is sarcastic to Dustin’s request which is very funny. Literally everyone shoots them down. Dustin comes up with an idea nad sprints off faster than I knew was possible.

24.) Oh it’s the picnic table behind the school scene. And we hear and see a clock chiming as she waits for Eddie. I’ve never actually seen the build up to the meeting with Eddie. Did not know the clock breaks and spills spiders.

25.) Eddie is tempted to leave ‘cause Chrissy is acting crazy. Eddie is very dramatic and they were in a talent show together. Eddie used to have buzzed hair and now plays at the Hideout on Tuesdays. I would have loved for Chrissy to live and for these two to be another Steve and Robin. Chrissy asks for something stronger.

26.) El failed a math test, I think? And if that’s the test she failed, it’s extra sad because that’s what she called herself good at in the opening letter. And then Angela tripped her? And her stupid friends stomp on her project. I wanna kick Angela’s ass. El forgets that she doesn’t have powers and it’s so embarrassing. El doesn’t snitch but a teacher takes Angela away anyway.

27.) Will feels so bad and is trying so hard to help.

28.) I feel like it wouldn’t require a paint can from a tree to break a porcelain doll. Oh, Murray thinks it might have an explosive. AND IT’S FILLED WITH A NOTE SAYING HOP IS ALIVE AND IT’S WRITTEN IN CUT OUT LETTERS LIKE IT’S FROM A SERIAL KILLER. WHY DID THEY DO THAT??? LMAO

29.) And now it’s the championship. I feel like fanfics stretch episode 1 into like, 3 chapters. Steve came with his date to see Lucas. And here’s Tammy Thompson. And she’s…bad. this bad performance is worth it for Steve’s sassy expressions.

30.) Oh, hey Erica Sinclair. LMAO WAIT, IS SHE WEARING AN AMERICAN FLAG? GOD, YOU DWEEB. I will say that the rest of hellfire that just kind of chortles in response to everything is so far just background noise that I do not care about. I do love that Erica is way better at insults than Eddie and he kind of adores her.

31.) I still hate Jason.

32.) Technically if we’re going with the lore of we thought Vecna was killed by Kas then technically El/Jane is this show’s Kas.

33.) Okay going back and forth is too hard when they’re going back this fast between basketball and Hellfire so I’ll just summarize at the end. Lucas going in and the gameplay mirror each other very obviously. It’s an old trope but a good one. Eddie’s unhinged.

34.) “There is no shame in running. Don’t be heroes.”

35.) Dustin misses and so does Jason. But Lucas and Erica both win. This slow mo is kind of excessive. Eddie’s fucking thrilled that Erica did a critical success. Although did they actually need a natural 20 to win? That doesn’t really make sense if the guy only has 15 HP left. Presumably they haven’t been critting to attack this fucking thing this entire session. So really it’s a matter of going above his AC. And technically you don’t need a nat 20 to do that, especially if you have enough bonuses. Although they are playing a different version of D&D than I’ve ever played so maybe I’m taking out of my ass.

36.) Aw, Max listened to the game’s result on the radio. I thought she went. Her mom is passed out on the couch. Max takes food to a dog. Eddie lives like, directly across from her. For some reason, from fanfics, I thought they were like, directly next to each other. Still, Max saw Chrissy go into his trailer.

37.) Wayne works nights. Eddie does not know where his ketamine is. Should keep track of that. That is a very cool guitar he has though. Chrissy’s hallucinations are very bad now and she’s no longer responsive. And now the lights are flickering. Vecna’s ugly as hell. There are so many spiders in this vision. Eddie really is trying to wake her up but I’m not sure how he thought I DON’T LIKE THIS, CHRISSY, WAKE UP would help.

38.) did not know we see Vecna in episode 1. “It’s time for your suffering to end.” Don’t be weird, dude. And now Chrissy is floating. Her death is like, both weirdly graphic and also sanitized. Like it looks cartoonish. I didn’t realize how cartoonish it looks. Bones don’t break through the skin. There’s barely any blood. Her skin moves like putty.

#stranger things #stranger things rewatch #season 4 episode 1 #s4e1 #stranger things s4e1 #only kind of a rewatch #I’ve seen steddie compilations and that’s it

[dollarbin]

Nickel Bin #1:

I'd Be Talking All the Time by Ringo Starr

We're starting all kinds of new nonsense this week here in the Dollar Bin. My famous brother publishes five days a week on Doom and Gloom From the Tomb. He's out of control. He's also concise, a word I clearly don't have much of a relationship with.

But there are certain moments going forward when I will declare that it's time for me, and you, to dive in and consider a single song, rather than an entire album. In such moments, we'll be reveling in the Nickel Bin rather than the Dollar Bin: you'll have less reading to do and therefore more time to spend on push ups and protest.

Sounds pretty sweet to me, but if you're unimpressed, please direct all complaints to Stephen Stills; most of the bad things in life are his fault, yes?

This inaugural edition of the Nickel Bin is a follow up to my recent post on Ringo Starr. I sought out his Nashville record after surviving Goodnight Vienna and I'm here to tell you people that Beaucoups of Blues is Ringo's masterpiece. The whole of Side A contains all the best things in life when it comes to Nashville and Ringo: throwaway lyrics, humble musicianship, even humbler song lengths, slick baton passing between the fiddler and Ben Keith's impeccable steel guitar, and Ringo's ridiculous - but also quite earnest - vocals.

The whole thing is a ton of fun; just look at the crew behind it all. Looks like a boy's school's marching band's 20th high school reunion when only one guy is still handsome (Ben Keith, first row flush right) and only one guy became rich and famous (Ringo, obviously).

Because I've never created a rule I didn't immediately break on this blog I'll play you two songs today. The first is the most inappropriately joyful and upbeat song about prostitution I've ever heard. Only Starr could make sex work sound like a wholesome, back slapping good time.

This will be a great campfire song for the new summer camp I've got in development. Campers will come together at the end of each evening for swaying, smiling sing-a-longs: Reed's Heroin, Young's Borrowed Tune, and Cohen's Chelsea Hotel will feature prominently in the songbook and at the end of each evening the counselors will lead a stirring, sweet dreams version of Waits' What's He Building in There? We'll call it Trauma Camp; sign your kids up!

Anyway, what I really wanted you all to hear this evening is the last song on Side 1, I'd Be Taking All the Time. The song is fine, but it's the last 20 seconds that are worth your time all the time. Just listen to Ringo refer to himself in the 3rd person! I say that only Jonathan Richman, Rafi and Ringo can get away with such audacity.

And be sure to hang out for Ringo's last note: I dare you to listen to Ringo's voice crack without smiling. He sounds like he's the newest member of Jerry Jeff Walker's Lost Gonzo Band and is heading down to Marble Arch Station, or like he's jumping off Bob Pollard's roof.

I don't know why Ringo looks so bummed on his album cover when he's so good at making us laugh.

Cheers, Everyone.

#Youtube #ringo starr #stephen stills still sucks #nickle bin! #doomandgloomfromthetomb #jerry jeff walker #robert pollard

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Last movie: beetlejuice

Last show: schitt's creek

When I created this blog: listen i am not a 'creates multiple blogs' girlie, that's too much work for me. joined originally in destiel days in middle school (2012-2013ish) took like a ten year hiatus then joined again this year

Do I get asks: ha NO

Average hours of sleep: i concur, not enough

Instruments: i did back in high school, i was in marching band and competitive indoor drumline, but haven't since 2017 when i graduated lol

What I’m wearing: maroon leggings, grey tshirt, and my 'hex the patriarchy' hoodie

Dream job: like i've said before, ideally, full time fan girl, but being realistic, substance abuse counselor

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[lboogie1906]

Sananda Francesco Maitreya (born Terence Trent Howard; March 15, 1962), who started his career with the stage name Terence Trent D’Arby, is a singer and songwriter who came to fame with his debut studio album, Introducing the Hardline According to Terence Trent D’Arby (1987). The album included the singles “If You Let Me Stay”, “Sign Your Name”, “Dance Little Sister”, and “Wishing Well”.

He was born Terence in Manhattan. His mother is Frances Howard, a gospel singer, teacher, and counselor. Frances Howard married Bishop James Benjamin Darby, who became his stepfather and raised him. He took this stepfather’s last name and added the apostrophe.

He trained as a boxer in Orlando and 1980 won the Florida Golden Gloves lightweight championship. He received an offer to attend boxing school in the Army but went to college instead. After enrolling at the University of Central Florida for one year and enlisted in the Army. He was posted at Fort Sill and served in the 3rd Armored Division, near Frankfurt, West Germany. He was court-martialed and dishonorably discharged by the army in April 1983 after going AWOL. He worked as a band leader with the band The Touch, releasing an album called Love on Time (1984). It was re-issued in 1989 as Early Works after his worldwide success as a solo artist. He left West Germany for London, where he played with The Bojangles, who were his backing group on his 1988 tour. He signed a recording contract with CBS Records.

He has a daughter from a previous relationship, London-based musician Seraphina Simone. He had a relationship with television presenter and writer Paula Yates; he was a regular musical guest on her UK TV show The Tube. He married Italian television host and architect Francesca Francone (2003). They have two sons. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence

[cyarskaren52]

Ariana Madix Breaks Silence on Tom Sandoval Split: "What Doesn't Kill Me Better Run"

Ariana Madix has a message for her fans.

And, really, for the man who has been treating her like absolute $hit for many months.

Late on Wednesday, the Vanderpump Rules star spoke out for the first time she splitting from Tom Sandoval — because she learned that Sandoval has been carrying on an affair with colleague Raquel Leviss.

“hi. where to begin?” asked Madix on Instagram, continuing online as follows: 

“i want to express my most sincere gratitude for the outpouring of love and support i have received from friends, family, and people i’ve never even met in the last two weeks.”

Madix then admitted that things have been a major challenging of late.

Madix then confessed that she feels “devastated and broken.” But not hopeless!

“i know that i am not in this alone. so many of my closest friends are also grieving this loss right now and reeling from this betrayal on so many levels. 

“i am so f—ing lucky to have the best support system in the world and i hope i can repay every single person for the love you have shown me.

Madix and Sandoval were together for nearly 10 years.

The former was out and about in Los Angeles earlier this month, showing support for the latter’s band, when she came across the aforementioned racy message from Leviss.

“She was completely blindsided by this; devastated doesn’t even scratch the surface of how she feels,” a source told People Magazine days after the discovery. 

Sandoval owned up this awful actions on March 7.

“I want to first and foremost apologize to everyone I’ve hurt through this process,” he said at the time.

“Most of all, I want to apologize to Ariana.

Added the unethical Bravo personality:

“I can only imagine how devastating this has been for Ariana and everyone around us. I feel really horrible about that. 

“My biggest regret is that I dishonored Ariana. I never meant to disappoint so many people, including our loving families and friends.”

Leviss, meanwhile, also issued her own statement after being outed as a mistress.

“I want to apologize for my actions and my choices foremost to Ariana, and to my friends and the fans so invested in our relationships,” she began.

“There is no excuse, I am not a victim and I must own my actions and I deeply regret hurting Ariana.

“I am reflecting on my choices, speaking to a counselor and I am learning things about myself such as my patterns of codependency and addiction to being and feeling loved. 

“I have sought emotional validation through intimate connections that are not healthy without regard for my own well-being, sometimes negatively affecting others and often prioritizing the intimate connection over my friendships.”

Sent from my iPhone

#TomSandoval #Apology #vanderpumprules #TeamAriana #RaquelLeviss #drama #pumprules #Scandoval #bravo #bravotv #VanderpumpRules #Rachel and Tom are both not seeing heaven for doing Ariana so wrong. #The punkassness #The bitchassery #The cowardice #the unfaithfulness #The caucasity #The cuntery #the fuckery #The dustbucketery #The crustiness #the gumption #the nerve #the karma they deserved.

[quotes121sworld]

Vanderpump Rules' Raquel Leviss checks into a psychiatric facility

Vanderpump Rules' Raquel Leviss has checked herself into a mental health treatment facility - amid the lingering fallout of her affair with Tom Sandoval.The 28-year-old reality star, whose affair with Sandoval, 39, ended his nine-year romance with Ariana Madix, 36, in March, decided to enter the voluntary facility before their affair was discovered, reports ET. A source said: "Raquel and her family decided before the relationship was discovered that she would enter a voluntary mental health counseling facility."She was supposed to leave before the reunion but decided she wanted to end her filming commitment. Bravo and the production were aware and supportive of her journey to better mental health.Leviss' rep added that she was not in a facility for substance abuse.

Treatment: Vanderpump Rules' Raquel Leviss has checked herself into a mental health treatment facility - amid the lingering fallout of her affair with Tom Sandoval

Love triangle: (LR) Explosive: The 28-year-old reality star, whose affair with Sandoval, 39, ended his nine-year romance with Ariana Madix, 36, decided to enter the voluntary facility before their fling was discovered (pictured November 2022 ).Last month Leviss issued a statement revealing that she analyzed her own behavior and spoke to an adviser after the affair was exposed.She said: "I'm reflecting on my choices, talking to a counselor and learning things about myself like my patterns of codependency and addiction to being loved and feeling loved."I have sought emotional validation through intimate connections that are unhealthy, with no regard for my own well-being, sometimes negative impacts on others, and often I have prioritized the intimate connection over my friendships. I am taking steps to understand my behavior and make healthier choices.”This comes after Sandoval revealed he and Leviss put the brakes on their sexual relationship after their months-long affair was revealed in March.Following the recent end of his nine-year relationship with Madix about his infidelity, the bar owner revealed they are "on a kind of break"."We don't put a label on it," the reality star said on the Howie Mandel Does Stuff podcast.When asked if they were still friends "with benefits" of the 67-year-old comedian, Sandoval denied they were still romantically involved."Not now," the rocker, who is in cover band Tom Sandoval & The Most Extras, told listeners after insisting he and the former pageant queen are still "good friends." As their relationship blossomed from platonic to intimate, Sandoval opened up about his attraction to Leviss as he and Madix, 37, drifted apart after nearly a decade together."We were at my house and I'm locked out of my house and we were talking and we kissed," he recalled. "It was magnetic. We got closer and as we talked time passed and we talked closer and closer and suddenly we were kissing. I felt something I hadn't felt for so long, emotionally.'He went on to explain how he and Madix had started to live their own lives and the romance between them had sunk. "We were together for nine years and obviously we had built a house and a business together and everything. We were a brand. And like many relationships, it became more of a best friend/family/sometimes roommates situation,” he explained.The Missouri native said their relationship overall "just lacks intimacy" and "connection."He felt they stayed together to maintain the look were solid' for her reality show and other business ventures. “We certainly turned our backs on each other, and that was nice. It had security and stability," he said of Madix. Before he turned 40, he recalled that his life was "looking very bleak" and began to think his "best years were behind him."“I started to lose my optimism in life and my drive. I felt like I had to change something, to feel alive again, to feel motivated, to be upbeat again," Sandoval confessed.Before his affair, he said his "confidence was drained" and that any sexual experience with him would be tantamount to hooking up with "a 19-year-old" "on his second time" when he lost his "game.""I'm not saying that Mistake, we just didn't have that intimacy," Sandoval claimed.After hearing his guest's side, Mandel urged fans to have "empathy and compassion" for Sandoval, who previously said he felt like "one of the most hated people in America" ​​for betraying Madix. "They need to be heard because the narrative is heard by everyone but you," the America's Got Talent judge told the audience. 'I don't understand the hate and irritation.'While the father-of-three declared he would not "condone cheating on a partner," he raised an eyebrow as he said the amount of backlash Sandoval has received has been bewildering. Leviss' life has been turned upside down since the affair was exposed - with an explosive show reunion set to air in the coming weeks.Leviss obtained a protective order against co-star Scheana Shay, who she claims punched her in the face and gave her a black eye. Shay has vehemently denied her co-star's assault allegations. Madix admitted to being "devastated and heartbroken" but grateful for her supporters in a post last month.The reality star took to Instagram to share a stunning snap of herself with a lengthy caption addressing the scandal and thanked her friends, including her castmates, for their support through her "darkest hours".She wrote: "Hello. where to start I want to express my sincerest gratitude for the love and support I've received over the past two weeks from friends, family and people I haven't even met."When I felt like I couldn't even stand, you all gave me the strength to keep going and guided me through my darkest hours. To say I was devastated and heartbroken is an understatement. I know, however, that I am not alone in this.'Since many of her Vanderpump Rules co-stars past and present have publicly supported her, including Scheana Shay, Kristen Doute and even Leviss' ex James Kennedy, she has thanked those who were there for her.Madix continued, So many of my closest friends are grieving this loss right now and reeling from this betrayal on so many levels. I am so damn lucky to have the best support system in the world and I hope I can repay every single person for the love you have shown me.'what doesn't kill me, better run. love, Ariana' Read the full article

[mtnkat3]

12.37pm. Blushing shyly grin. I love you . . . . .

I know you . . . . .don't really want me using gifs, & I get it.

Brown eyes baby🎶

But sometimes gifs are so on target more than a word can describe.

Just like that song^

I have mood ring eyes..

heck even told bedroom eyes by a coworker 30 years ago! 🤔🤷‍♀️🤦‍♀️lol.

So ..... mud brown to caramel to green to even the hereditary [ not the typical cataract sign.] blue rings change! Lavendar pale blue...

I love eyes.

Just not red like a rabbits. They freak me out. Like evil in a bunny. Freaky. Huh. Maybe black too? I've never seen but in fictional characters & was scary.

Blushing beet red grin.

I pray for you . . . . .each piece of you . . . . .

& that I'm getting things right

&.

Making you . . . . .happy. with me.

And yeah, that looks yummy! I've never tried that. Haven't had any type of that style, in years. I tend to stay away from spicy & even pico. It's crazy to go to tex.mex & all I can eat is grilled tilapia, rice, mixed greens & black beans but I have to get queso without jalapenos! Even bbq potato chips can't eat. Sigh.

Hypersensitivity immunity response.

I've been that way as long as I can remember. Sigh. Kinda wailing pout.

Just praying to cleanse my system & be able to enjoy food without so much restrictions. Gets on my dang last nerve.

.

Maybe because I don't enjoy being mocked. [Or told to use an insulin needle & put peanut butter under my skin & see if I react then. Because my doctors bloodwork must've been a lie. 🙄🤦‍♀️. My IgE was 3 & gave me an EpiPen. Oak=18.]

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Yes, I plan to go thru a detoxification program/ process. Then I'll have new allergy testing done. I can say this, in 2013-4 I did & did customized shots at my doctors office. I felt fantastic! I had 3-4 shots in each arm every 2 months & I was clearing the problems!

But it was a waste $.

Until I am not exposed to the problems anymore...

So.

Put me in the forest. Real food. No pharma. Exercise. & live life!

Evidently the phenomena of people watching other people live on social media is bad for mental health! [.. does. asked counselor.]

Go out & live ones own life!

So. I want to progress to good hiking boots, ankle support 🙄🤦‍♀️🤷‍♀️& walking polls. Then go for walks, even short ones, even multiple times a day. When I can hike Stone Mountain, then I know I've reached a major goal! I don't know if I will ever do the Appalachian Trail. But maybe parts of it.

Heck. Blushing shyly grin.

When I can run in high heels like actress from Eagle Eye. Then. I will have graduated!

I've had 22 bad sprained ankles, even bone chips. But not even one was from heels!

From not watching where placed feet, moving too fast, & evidently shoes too big! [Thanks mom. Feet=proportional to height. Think. Balance.🙄]

So ankles, wrists, shoulders, hips, neck... all need to learn exercises to strengthen the muscles, tendons & ligaments. I soooooo wish I had learned that in fourth grade. Sigh.

I have done marching band, work, driving, etc with sprains.

I guess that's a purchase, folding cane/walking stick.🙄🤦‍♀️🤔🤷‍♀️

Blushing beet red.

Back to work!

I love you . . . . .

💡🤔😏😌you.....want my thoughts, ramblings. Grimace.to get to know me. Not reaction to other peoples gifs.

But my loves.....I use those to illustrate my reactions.. to you . . . . .

☺️😏😌

It's not about anyone else but you . . . . .

my loves.....my priceless treasured Gift hunky yummy maverick beasts Bears Angels . . . . .

You . . . . .

Are why I kept my account.

And as soon as I am walking into your arms..... that's it for me & social media.

Blushing beet red bowing head.

Ok. I separated but hopefully not too many subjects? Grimace. Chewing lips.

I luv you!!!!!

Cheeky grin.

I. Am. Yours . . . . .

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~Tijgeress kat Phoenix. ✝️☸⚓🙇‍♀️🙏🤲👣🐾 🌂🔗⛓🧰🥾🧤⚙⛏⚒🛠🔍🔬🧠🏔👩‍🏫🕵️‍♀️👷‍♀️🧗‍♀️🏋️‍♀️🧘‍♀️🐾🐯🦉🐢🐛🐐🥧🍋🥤🥩🥨🍳🥓⚖🔐🗽💡🏗🏰🛡⚔🌱🦋🌺🌳🌹🌻🌷🌳🧶🧵🧣🎓👠🥧🥮🍯🍼🍫☕🍦🌰🍎🍑🍒👩‍🌾👩‍🍳👩‍🚀🤰⌚🌟⚡🌠🗝🔱⚜💝🐻🦌🧩♠️❄💫♾🧭🕯🌤

Tu.1.31.2023 1.34pm.est.

[cappeyheel]

Drawpiles

#nara's oc n stuff #cappey art #my art #cw blood #mild blood #oc #doodle #the last marching band counselor #drawpile #horror #cartoon

[frank-ieros-lip-ring]

The Summer of ( Punk ) Love

Bullets Frank x Gender Neutral Reader

Requested by anon

Authors Note: I'm so sorry these are taking me so long to write, I've been so busy with school and dealing with my mental health. It's March break right now, so hopefully, I'll be able to get at least one more done and posted.

" What do you mean you're ' not counceling this summer '? " I message my best friend, Gerard Way.

Every summer, since we were little kids, Gerard and I would go to the local summer camp. When we got too old to attend, we decided to become counselors to keep the tradition alive.

" I already told you, I'm going to NY early to get ready for art college. " he texts back.

" Damn it! Can't you wait until after camp to do that? I'm gonna be stuck with some person I don't even know! Do you know how anxiety inducing that will be? I'm gonna die! " I panic.

" No, I have to get my dorm set up and get a feel of the campus. Don't worry, look, I know the guy who's gonna counsel with you. He's cool, I think you'll like him. His name's Frank. " Gerard tells me.

" Oh yeah, like knowing his name makes me any less anxious * eye roll * " I send back.

" Just calm down, you'll be fine, I prommie. <3 " he reassures me.

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I arrived at camp and I've been pacing around the eating hall, waiting for my new counselling partner to get here. The head counsellor watches me worriedly. She was about to say something when someone, I can only assume is Frank, walks in. He's in a pair of black jeans and a Bad Brains shirt. He has dyed, orange hair that's spiked up in a small, little mohawk. He walks right up to me, hands in his pants pockets, and smiles at me. He takes a hand out from his pocket and holds it out to me.

" Hi, I'm Frank. " he grins. I totally freeze up and forget how to think and form words.

" Hi, I'm Y/N. " I say after an eternity, struggling to remember my name.

It didn't help that I'm all flustered. The guy is pretty fucking cute. It seems like he also has a great taste in music by his choice in band tee.

The boy gives me a weird look. He probably judging me and thinks I'm slow. I must have looked like an idiot just standing and staring for as long as I did before answering.

The head counsellor takes us on a tour of the camp. Not that I need it, I know the camp layout like the back of my hand by now. I assume Frank has never been to camp before from the way he ooh's and ahh's after being shown each location. It's adorable.

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The next morning, I'm reading Catcher in the Rye on a bench outside the eating hall, waiting for the campers to arrive, when Frank comes and sits next to me. He's wearing his camp counselling uniform and he looks like a total dork. I almost laugh out loud. He sees me smirking and grins.

" I look great, don't I? I look like a ten year old. " he says.

This time I can't hold back my laugh. I giggle and shake my head.

" I mean, you're not wrong. " I shrug.

" You're not supposed to agree! " Frank says, shooting me a playful glare.

That's when I hear a bus honk. That means the kids have arrived! My eyes light up and I get up, taking Frank's hand and excitedly pulls him to come greet the kids.

" Come on! Come on! The kiddos are here! " I exclaim, leading a startled Frank towards the bus.

I eagerly watch as the kids get off the bus. I wait for the last camper to exit before I speak, greeting the kids.

" Welcome kiddos! I'm happy to see a lot of familiar faces, " I beam at my favourite camper, Frances Bean, " This is Frank. " I say, introducing my new counselling partner to the group.

I realize I'm holding Frank's hand. He does too and smirks at me. Blushing, I quickly let go of his hand as if it were on fire.

" Slow down babe, we've only know each other less than a day. " he jokes, making me turn a darker shade of pink.

" Awe, but babe, I can't help myself. You're such a cute little dork. " thinking quickly of an equally stupid response to cover up my embarrassment, I fake pout and boop his nose.

We both burst out laughing when the kids all go ' Ooo '. Frances Bean approaches us from the back of the group.

" Does Gerard know you're cheating on him? " Frances Bean asks me.

" Oh, Beanie, " I sigh, " I'm not dating Gerard, he's gay. He's got a boyfriend. His name is Bert. "

Her eyes go wide as she processes the information.

" Well, that explains a lot. " she says, nodding to herself as we walk to the cabins so the kids can get settled in before the camp tour.

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It's the end of the night and we're all gathered around the campfire.  To get to know each other, we're  all playing two truths and a lie while roasting marshmallows.

" I really like dogs, I'm in a rock band and my favourite food is steak. " Frank says when it's his turn.

The campers and I take a minute to consider which one is a lie. I know Frank likes rock music but being in a band just sounds too far out to be true, so, I go with that.

When time comes to guess, Frances Bean is the first to raise her hand. She also thinks that being in a band was the lie.

" Nope! I'm in a rock band called My Chemical Romance! " he grins proudly.

It takes a minute to process it, but when I do, I gasp loudly.

" That's how you know Gee! You're in his band! " I exclaim.

Frank nods his head, still grinning.

" Wait? But I've been to a few practices and I never saw you. " I question, tilting my head.

" Gerard had asked me not too long ago to join because they needed a second guitarist. You just haven't come to any practices since then. " he explains. Now it's my turn to nod my head.

At this point, the game went out the window and the kiddos spend the rest of the night curiously asking Frank questions about what it's like to be in a band.

" Did you bring a guitar with you? " someone asks.

Frank gets a look of excitement in his eyes.

" Matter of fact, I did. Hold on, lemme go get it. " he tells the group.

Frank gets up and runs off to the counsellor's cabin and returns a few minutes later with a gorgeous, acoustic guitar.

" Any requests? " he asks.

Everyone starts shouting things all at once.

" Shh, okay, I heard someone say Losing my Religion, so, Losing my Religion it is. " Frank says, tuning the guitar.

Everyone quiets down for Frank. He closes his eyes, starts strumming the guitar and begins to sing. He sounds beautiful, unlike anyone I've heard. Frank's voice is unique, slightly off-pitch, but it's what makes it sound so different and wonderful.

When Frank opens his eyes as he finishes the song, they land on me. As the campers around us applaud him, it seems like it's only me he can see. He grins stupidly at me as I bite my lip and smile back.

Once Frank comes back to reality, he checks the time.

" Alright, campers, bedtime! Everyone head to your cabins and get ready to sleep. Lights out are at 8:30. " he announced, leading the group to their cabins, leaving me sitting alone at the dying camp fire.

When Frank comes back, he takes a seat next to me, so close I can feel his body heat. It's an awkward minute before someone says something.

" The sunset's stunning, isn't it? " I ask, staring at the sky.

" Yeah, it is. But you're more stunning. " Frank answers, muttering that last part under his breath, thinking I wouldn't hear.

The compliment makes me blush.

" You're an amazing musician, by the way. Your voice is beautiful, " I tell him, " Gerard made a good choice in asking you to join My Chem. "

" Thanks, Y/N. " he replies.

A couple of minutes pass by in, this time, a comfortable silence before I get up to let the kids know it's lights out.

" Hey, Frankie, I wanna show you something. Follow me. " I say upon returning, leading him into the woods behind eating hall.

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Night has completely fallen and Frank and I have been sitting at my special hiding place for an hour and a half, at least, talking and getting to know each other.

" Y'know, Gerard didn't tell me you'd be this cute. " I say, shoulder checking him before laying my head on him.

His cheeks flush pink and he smiles to himself. He takes my hand in his as he thanks me, playing with my fingers. I lift his hand to my lips and give it a little kiss, looking up at him through my lashes. The next move I make is so unlike me, I surprise myself. I raise my other hand and softly grip his jaw, turning his face to mine, and I kiss him gently. I go in a second time, this time more passionately.

We continue making out for a little while before eventually passing out.

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When morning arrives, Frank and I are shaken awake by a young child by the name of Frances Bean.

" Well, what happened here? Two camp counsellors, asleep together in the woods? Looks like Billie owes me five bucks. " she says.

I give Bean a confused look.

" I made a bet with Billie before I came to get you that I'd find you two asleep together in the woods. " she snickers.

After shooting her a playful glare, I look around, reminding myself of what happened last night. I'm sitting up against a tree and I see that Frank is still asleep in my lap. I bend down and whisper in Frank's ear for him to get up.

He wines, " Do I have to? "

" Yes, Frank, we have camp counsellor duties to fulfil. " I say and Frank pops right up.

" Ah crap, we fell asleep! " Frank blurts out.

" No, we had a trip to another dimension while high on shrooms. No duh, we fell asleep, " I say sarcastically, rolling my eyes, " Let's head back to camp. " I suggest, helping him up.

I take his hand guide him back to the campsite.

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Summer has ended and the kids are getting ready to go back home. Frank and I are packing up in our cabins too.

" Hey, Y/N, what do you plan on doing when you get home? " Frank, my boyfriend asks.

After just a few short weeks together, Frank and I quickly became an item. The kids all called it. We spent a few weeks awkwardly flirting until Frank finally grew the balls to ask me out.

" I don't know? Maybe take a nap? Why? " I reply with a shrug.

" Why don't you come over to my place? If you really need to, we can nap there. " he invites me.

I turn to him, I raising an eyebrow, and ask, " ' We '? "

" Then maybe I can take you out to dinner? " he shyly asks.

I grab my bag, walk over to him and kiss him on the cheek

On my way out the door, I say,  " Sounds lovely. "

#frank iero #bullets frank #frank iero fanfic #frank iero x reader #my fic

[arofili]

elves of arda ✹ gondolindrim ✹ headcanon disclaimer ✹ @gondolinweek

          Itarillë Vanisailë was the daughter of Turukáno Ñolofinwion and Elenwë Calimiel. She was only a child when the Ñoldor marched across the Helcaraxë, a treacherous journey where she lost her mother. Her father, always a serious nér, grew even grimmer after this tragedy and kept Itarillë close to his side.           The arrival of the Noldor in Beleriand allowed for Itarillë to exercise slightly more freedom than she had been allowed on the Ice, though Turukáno still would not allow her to wander far. As she grew into adulthood, Itarillë loved and resented her father in equal measure, for he was the only parent she retained and yet denied her the agency she craved.           Itarillë went with Turukáno to Nevrast, and while she loved the sea she missed the company of those few friends who had not quailed from her father’s intimidating presence, including the young healer Meleth who charmed her to distraction. She missed also her uncle Findekáno, a gay and jovial prince who indulged her more rebellious tendencies and shielded her from Turukáno’s anxiety. Itarillë grew restless in Vinyamar, chafing against her father’s stern watch, and eventually fled secretly to visit her uncle in Dor-lómin (and Meleth, who served in his house) without Turukáno’s leave. Turukáno lost his temper dramatically when he discovered her flight, an incident that resulted in his close friend and cousin Finrod taking him away on a journey to come to terms with his fears and losses.           Turukáno was gone for a year, during which time Itarillë finally felt she could breathe and discover what kind of nís she wanted to be. Finrod arranged for her cousins Orodreth and Tyelperinquar to keep her company while Fingon, Galadriel, and Aredhel kept watch over the band of youths; the cousins engaged in many lighthearted adventures and dramatics, including teasing Orodreth over his infatuation with the Sindarin princess Amathluin, daughter of the rulers of the Mithrim Sindar. Itarillë and Meleth flirted for several months, exchanging a few kisses and love letters before they decided that they were not fated to bond, settling instead into a deep and abiding friendship that would stand the test of time.           When Finrod and Turukáno returned, the distance between father and daughter had mellowed their tempers, and they were reunited with gladness. As Itarillë, or Idril as she became known in Sindarin, came of age, Turukáno gradually relaxed his vigilance over her safety and grew to confide in her of his plans to build a city safe from the dangers of Beleriand. Idril proved an invaluable counselor as he began work on Ondolindë’s construction, and Turukáno proved his trust in her by granting her a noble House of her own once they retreated into the city’s walls.           In the safety of Tumladen, Idril reassumed her Quenya name, and was known both as the Princess of Ondolindë and the Lady of the House of the Wing. She took this symbol from the swans she had loved in Vinyamar, having learned their language from her kinswoman Galadriel, originally of the Teleri of Alqualondë. Among the folk of the Wing were Itarillë’s friend Meleth and her house-carl Hendor, a footman she had befriended during her year in Fingon’s court.           Itarillë was a skilled dancer, both as a solo performer and with her friend Meleth as a partner, and for this and her habit of walking about the streets of Ondolindë unshod, she earned the epessë Telpevontál, or Celebrindal. She was for the most part removed from the politics of her father’s court, for she held more interest in dancing and tending to the palace gardens than quarrelling with her fellow lords. Nonetheless, when she held an opinion on King Turukáno’s policies, she was certain to make her voice known, and all respected her input.           Though Itarillë was not herself a hunter, she would sometimes accompany her aunt Aredhel, Lady of the Tower of Snow, on expeditions outside the city limits. She still yearned for freedom, and though the confinement within the white stone walls of Ondolindë was less stifling for her than it was for her aunt she wished to breathe the open air and have space to herself from time to time. When Aredhel left Gondolin to visit Fingon in Dor-lómin, Itarillë half-wished to accompany her, but she knew her place was at her father’s side. Upon Aredhel’s disappearance and her later death, Itarillë was deeply grieved, for she had loved her aunt dearly.           Though Aredhel perished, her son lived, though Itarillë knew not what to make of Maeglin Lómion, the cousin she never expected to have. His apparent apathy upon the execution of his father unsettled her, and though she was naturally sympathetic to a young ellon so cruelly orphaned his oddness made her hesitate to befriend him. It helped not at all that he seemed to shy away from her, even as he grew more confident in his position as the King’s nephew and revealed a more charming and charismatic side to the people of Gondolin.           Penlod, the Lairde of both the Pillar and the Tower of Snow after Aredhel’s demise, would still at times invite Itarillë to accompany them on hunts outside of Ondolindë. On one such occasion, Penlod also extended the invitation to Maeglin, and he eagerly accepted the chance to see some of the outside world. While on this ill-fated expedition, the hunters were attacked by white wolves from the mountains, and Itarillë and Lómion were separated from the rest of the group.           Lómion suffered a great injury in defending Itarillë from the wolves, and Itarillë, who had learned some healing from Meleth, insisted on treating his wounds. When conventional methods did little to staunch the bleeding, she insisted on Singing the wound closed despite Lómion’s great reluctance. Itarillë and Lómion both were strong in ósanwë, though Itarillë’s talent lay in perceiving the minds of others and Lómion’s in shielding his mind from any who wished to peer into his thoughts; Itarillë had long been curious—and, admittedly, a little suspicious—as to what lay hidden in her cousin’s heart.           As she Sang healing into Lómion’s hröa, their fëar mingled and Itarillë was shocked to discover that Lómion’s secret was his infatuation with her despite their close kinship, now rising to the surface of his thoughts. Astonished and not a little bit horrified, Itarillë faltered, retreating from his mind and succeeding only in making his injury worse. Luckily, they were recovered by Penlod soon after, and Maeglin was tended to by more experienced healers, but the incident deeply affected both cousins. They never spoke of it again, and Itarillë distanced herself from Maeglin more than she had already, engendering further bitterness between them.           When Turukáno marched with ten thousand soldiers to fight in the Fifth Battle, he first asked Maeglin to act as regent in absence, but he insisted on accompanying the King to war. Privately, Itarillë was glad to see him gone, for she trusted her cousin less with every passing year and did not wish to leave Ondolindë in his hands. Indeed, she was offended that her father had gone to him first with this request, and offered the regency to her only after Maeglin had refused. Nevertheless, when the warriors departed, it was Itarillë who ruled the city until the King’s return.           Not long after the disaster of the Nírnaeth Arnœdiad and her father’s ascension to High King of the Noldor, a Man arrived in Gondolin with a message from Ulmo. This was Tuor, son of Huor who had dwelt a year in Ondolindë as a child, and Itarillë was fascinated by the noble bearing and easy charm about him almost as much as she was troubled by Turukáno’s refusal to heed Ulmo’s ominous warning.           Itarillë befriended Tuor, and when Turukáno—encouraged by Maeglin—dismissed her counsel again and again, she and her new companion began to work together on a secret tunnel out of the city and into the mountains. As their collaboration progressed, Itarillë found herself growing deeply fond of Tuor, and gladly accepted his advances when he requested to court her.           At first Turukáno hesitated to see their love developing, but he recalled the last words of Huor his friend: “From you and from me a new star shall arise.” Meditating on this prophecy, he at last agreed to Tuor’s proposal of marriage, giving him the green stone known as the Elessar, once a symbol of his brother’s marriage, to his future law-son as a token of approval. Tuor took the stone and commissioned the smith Enerdhil of the Hammer of Wrath to restore it to its former glory and set it into a necklace he gave as a wedding gift to Itarillë. Tuor joined his wife as the leader of her House of the Wing; in only a year’s time, their son Eärendil Ardamírë was born.           Itarillë’s suspicion of Maeglin only grew in these years, for her cousin made no secret of his distrust and jealousy of Tuor. He gifted little Eärendil a small coat made of mithril, and while she was not so foolish as to deny such a precious gift, she resolved to watch him ever more closely. In Eärendil’s sixth year, Maeglin delved deep into the mines of Anghabar for longer than he ever had before, and Itarillë guessed he was preparing for some twisted scheme.           When at last Maeglin returned to Ondolindë, he was even grimmer and harried than usual; he would often approach Itarillë in private and attempt to speak to her, but his words would die in his throat and he would flee into the darkness. Itarillë confided her worries to Tuor, and her husband thereafter made an effort to remain by her side as often as he could. Shortly before the celebration of Tarnin Austa, Maeglin for the last time caught Itarillë on her own, insisting she take as a gift a curious dagger that would glow should the Enemy come near. Deeply troubled by this veiled threat, Itarillë set aside the blade and never used it, fearing it was somehow cursed.           At last the dreadful doom for which Tuor and Itarillë had long been preparing came to pass, for on the morn of Tarnin Austa the armies of Morgoth attacked Gondolin and its great Fall began. Once more Tuor and Itarillë begged Turukáno to flee the city, but at Maeglin’s urging he instead chose to fight and attempt to hold the city. Itarillë left at once to prepare her secret way, knowing that the hidden kingdom would fall and she would need to lead its survivors to safety, while Tuor reluctantly rallied the House of the Wing to arms.           As Itarillë made her way to her tunnel with Eärendil, she was accosted by Maeglin, whose mental defenses were now tattered and torn. Seeing clearly now that he had betrayed them, Itarillë attempted to fight him off, but with a few of his folk to aid him he captured her and dragged her to the cliffside. Raving and mad, Maeglin ranted that Morgoth’s victory was inevitable and it would be a kinder fate for them all to die at his hands than be tortured by the Enemy’s servants; he seized Eärendil and would have thrown him off the walls of the city had Itarillë not resisted him. He sneered at her for forgetting the blade he gave her, and in a moment of desperation their minds touched briefly one last time.           In that moment Tuor arrived, rushing to the defense of his wife and child. Maeglin swung his blade wildly, striking little Eärendil, but his blow was in vain for the child wore the mithril coat he himself had crafted. Swiftly, Tuor broke Maeglin’s arm, recovered Eärendil, and as soon as Itarillë had the boy safely in her arms he pressed Maeglin to the edge of Caragdûr and shoved him off the edge. Thus fell Maeglin, dying the same death as his father—but Itarillë was reeling, for in their very last moment of contact Maeglin had bared his soul to her entirely, revealing that his treachery had been coerced and that he was under a spell of Morgoth, and that he had been attempting to warn her of the attack for months. It was not enough to make up for the death and destruction and doom, but Itarillë could not find it in her heart to be glad that he was dead.           Yet there was no time to process her roiling emotions, for the battle raged on. Itarillë resumed her efforts to usher the commonfolk of Ondolindë into her tunnel, and Tuor led his warriors back into the fray, leaving his friend Voronwë to guard his family. Tuor forced his way to the battle at the gate, fighting alongside Ecthelion of the Fountain, where he slew three orc-lords and five Balrogs. He was forced to retreat when the walls fell and Ecthelion was injured, and the Fountain and the Wing fell back to the Square of the King, joined by the Tree on their journey. There a bitter last stand was made, in which Ecthelion perished killing Gothmog, Lord of Balrogs, and at last Turukáno saw that Gondolin was indeed fallen. He ordered Tuor to lead the retreat of those who yet lived, though despite Tuor’s pleading he refused to flee himself.           Tuor and Itarillë led the surviving exiles through their secret way, giving charge of little Eärendil to Hendor, Meleth, and Voronwë while they ensured the safety of their people. As they fled into the mountains and the city crumbled behind them, the refugees were attacked once more by a Balrog, and were saved only by the intervention of the Eagles and by the valiance of Glorfindel of the Golden Flower, who was dragged to his death by the demon he slew.           Idril and Tuor led the Gondolindrim on a long and winding journey to the Havens of Sirion, and after seeing their son married, departed out to Sea in search of Valinor where Idril had been born. There is more to their tale, and though it is filled with great sorrow it concludes in joy and family reunited against all odds, for though Arda was Marred it shall not be so forever.

#gondolinweek2021 #gondolinweek #tolkienedit #oneringnet #silmarillion #tfog #the fall of gondolin #house of the wing #idril #idril celebrindal #tuor #earendil #hendor #meleth of gondolin #my edit #my writing #headcanons #tefain nin #elves of arda #gondolindrim #long post #fuck this one got L O N G

[robust-cicada]

Fade Out Again (Thom Yorke X Reader)

For @shehangsbrightly

prompt: honestly i would be allll over the bends era thom, and i think something angsty is what i’m feeling rn. do your magic 😌

Gender Neutral and SFW

CW: angst, burnout, arguments, swearing, guilt, break up, bad mental health.

“I really don’t know what you want from me! I thought you’d be happy to see me after, I don’t know? Nearly a year? But no, I’m the bad guy as always!”

“You think that you’re the only one this tour has taken a toll on? I haven’t been in the comfort of my own home in a year. I haven’t seen my friends or family in a YEAR! You can’t always expect to be my top priority!”

“Obviously. You know, every tour you do the more of a self-centered asshole you become. Just because your band is ‘making it big’ doesn’t mean you have to treat the people in your life like shit, Thom! It isn’t just me. Ed literally has told me numerous stories from when you got too drunk to even perform! You promised.”

“Oh enough of that promise bullshit Y/N! I’m sick of it!”

“Well, that shows how much you fucking cared about it, huh? Shows what a promise means to you? You’re pathetic. The amount of love and support I have poured into you since fucking college and one hit song throws every promise and hope for our future away.”

“Oh fuck off.”

I let out a dry laugh and walked to our bedroom. I grabbed a suitcase and packed as much as I could shove into it.

“What are you doing now?”

“Fucking off. I’m done, Thom. Absolutely done.”

“Yeah sure. You won’t last more than two days Y/N, and you know it. We’ve been through this before.”

I stormed towards him, his back colliding with the wall. I looked into his eyes, trying to look for any sign of remorse in his cold, blue orbs.

“Not this time Thom. I’m tired of crawling back to you with hopes that things will be how they used to again. I am tired of endlessly longing for you to return the love I give to you. You’ve changed and if this is you now? I want no part of it.”

He scoffed and looked away from me.

“Anything to say? Or are you too good for that, Mr. Big Rockstar?”

“Don’t let the door hit you on the way out.”

I scoffed and grabbed my stuff. I stormed out onto the snowy streets. It was freezing but I didn’t dare look back. It felt like I had been walking for hours before I found a phone booth. I put the change in the slot and dialed the only number I could remember through my rage.

“Hey, Eddie? It’s Y/N..”

“What happened this time?”

“Well, what usually happens when he gets home I suppose. Are you busy?”

“Need somewhere to stay?”

“Ye-ah.” My voice cracked as tears swelled my eyes.

“Where are you, I’ll be there as soon as I can?”

---

It had been nearly two months since we broke up and not a word was spoken between us. Ed had generously let me rent out the spare room in his house until I got my shit together, which did not seem to be happening. All I could seem to do was cry, work, and sleep. Eddie was wonderful and tried to help when he could, but he tended to keep his distance. At some point, I knew Thom would end up stumbling into the house, however, I did not expect to hear his voice breaking downstairs as he talked to Ed.

Thom’s POV

“Ed, it’s driving me mad! Do you know where they are, have you heard from them, anything?”

“If they wanted you to know where they were, they would’ve contacted you. I can’t really help you, man.”

“I just. I can’t do this anymore. I need them, so badly. You don’t fucking understand.” I crumbled to the ground in tears. “It’s my fault. Every time they leave it’s my fault and- and I just expect them to come back. What happened to me, Eddie? What... happened?”

“Thom. You’re the only person who’s gonna be able to fix this and you know it. I’m not helping you anymore. We’ve been through this too many times. I’m not a fucking couples counselor!” He grabbed his hair in frustration.

“You… You too? You’re supposed to be my best friend, and you’re giving up on me too?”

“You know what, Thom? That’s your problem. You can’t take any fucking responsibility for anything, can you? It’s always somebody else’s fault with you!”

I couldn’t even form a response. My thoughts spiraled rapidly as I tried to figure out where everything went to shit.

“I-I’m so-rry. I don’t know what to do, a-and I don’t mean to throw it all on you, Eddie, you… You’re just always so good with this stuff and you know them so well and- and- and..”

“Thom,” He held his head in his hand, “take a breath. There’s no need for all the blubbering.”

“But-”

“Just shut up for a minute okay? I’ll be right back.”

He marched up the stairs and disappeared. A few minutes later he came back down. Followed by Y/N.

Y/N’s POV

His face was tear-stained and puffy. He was in a pile on the floor looking as hopeless as an abandoned puppy.

“Y/N..”

I felt my jaw clench as I looked at him. I wanted to slap him and yell at him for everything he put me through, but my body betrayed me. Instead, I found myself kneeling in front of him, arm reaching out to cup his face in my hand. Tears streamed down his cheeks once again as he rested in my palm. He turned to kiss my fingertips.

“I’m sorry Y/N… I took you for granted. I thought you would always come back, and this time you didn’t, and my ego left with you. I need you, I need you so badly love. I can’t do this without you. Please I will do anything to have you back… Please.” He was barely speaking and as he whispered he looked me in the eyes for the first time in years.

“I... I can’t, Thom.”

His posture snapped to attention and I watched his heart shatter again.

“Why not..?”

“You hurt me.”

Tears of my own now mimicked his.

“Please.”

“Thom, stop.”

“I can’t. I can’t because I love you, and if you ever loved me then you would come back.”

“Don’t you fucking dare with that bullshit Thomas.”

I stood and walked away, but he followed.

“Love doesn’t go away Y/N, you told me that yourself. If you loved me you wouldn’t walk away like this. You’re really willing to throw everything away like that?”

“Stop. Thom, I- I can’t do this, just go.”

“I’m not leaving without you.”

“And I’m not leaving with you.”

He approached me and gently grabbed my hands, giving me the same damn look he did every time he wanted to get his way.

“No, Thom. Stop. Please.”

“One more chance, that’s all I ask. If I fuck it up again I promise you will never hear from me again. I’ll take you on the next tour, I’ll let you get a puppy like you’ve always wanted. Literally, anything you want is yours. You don’t ever have to work again. Just, please?”

“You still don’t get it. I don’t want material things or money. I don’t, well I do want a puppy,” We chuckled, “But that’s not why I left. All I want is your love, some of your time and attention. I want to feel safe with you. I want to feel at home. I don’t feel like that with you anymore. The only feelings that run through me when I look at you are sadness and insecurity. You make me feel like a child being scolded by their mother. I just can’t live like that again.”

“I promise that I will fix what needs to be fixed and will do anything I can to make you feel safe again, just trust me.”

“We both know promises aren’t your thing.”

“I’ll keep this one.”

“I can’t believe that, Thom.”

“I’ll let Ed take over the band if I break this promise and I will never perform with Radiohead again.”

“Oh, shove off you lunatic! I’m not worth that. Your fans would have my head.”

“I’m serious.”

“You make everything so hard on me.”

“Jesus, Y/N would you please just say yes? All you have done the past two months aside from work is cry and sleep. I can barely get you to eat. Just get it over with. If he fucks you over again I will personally skin him alive, just, get it over with you two!”

Thom looked at me hopefully. I sighed.

“Fine.”

“THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU!”

He planted kisses all over my face and pulled me into a tight hug.

“Jesus, Thom, you smell! When was your last shower?”

“I... I have no clue,” He scratched his neck and looked at the ground.

“I mean, you are rank! You smell like a secondary boys locker room after P.E.”

“Okay, in my defense, I didn’t think you were going to be here.”

“Yeah, so it’s okay that I suffer in your stench then?”

“Well, we’ve shared a tour bus, I figure that you’re used to it by now.”

“Well, by that logic, if Y/N is coming on tour with us, they better get used to it too, because you’ve smelled worse after a show.”

“Lovely.”

He laughed and engulfed me in a hug again. I gave in and dug my face into his neck, letting him rock us side to side.

“Let’s get you home then, yeah?”

“If anyone needs to get home it’s you so you can shower!”

“We can shower together if you’d like.”

“Okay, yeah, if you could leave the dirty talk for the car ride home it would be appreciated.”

We laughed once again.

“I’ll go pack,” I placed a soft kiss on his cheek before walking up the stairs.

“I love you, Y/N!”

“I love you too Thom.”

#radiohead #thom yorke #thom yorke x reader #the bends

[wisteriashouse]

I saw percy jackson au! one the troupe's list and i never tap the ask button this fast/no. Maybe a drabble where kyo and his team lost against gn reader on capture the flag because reader keeps distracting him when they're facing each other so reader's team can take the flag? (Let's say that kyo is the strongest opponent since he can wields sword better than anyone else 😂)

Also who do u think kyo's immortal parent is? I can picture him being an apollo's son since kyo always reminded me of the sun itself hshshs -✨

pairing: rengoku kyoujurou x gn!reader

genre: fluff; pjo!au

word count: 1899

a/n: rip word count and the word drabble but here it is!! might do a pjo! au headcanon one day... this event really is no good for my soul... i hope you enjoy it!!

“Do you think we can win?”

It’s Tanjirou’s first Capture The Flag game, bless the sweet kid’s innocent soul, you think. Both of you are crouched behind a line of bushes near Zephyrus’ Creek together with the rest of your team - Blue, for this round - your weapons in hand as you wait for the scouts you’d sent out to return. 

“Well, it’s hard to say.” You try to be positive, waving your hand vaguely. Tanjirou’s eyes are fixed on you, wide with curiosity. It’s only his first week here, so he hasn’t had a chance to meet most of the older campers that have been away on missions. Lucky for him that Sanemi is probably still somewhere out in the strait of Messina with Tomioka hunting Charybdis, you think. The poor kid would have been scared off in seconds. “There are some people who could probably change the tide, but most of those people are off doing solo missions away from Camp Half Blood, so our teams are pretty balanced at the moment-”

“He’s back!” You rise to your feet at the noise to see Zenitsu (a son of Zeus), one of the scouts your team had sent out earlier, splashing his way back across the river. “Rengoku is back in Camp Half Blood!”

All around you, a collective groan rises into the air, the Athena campers behind you grumbling about how their strategies are all messed up now and they need to regroup. 

“Shot at me, the second I breathed in the flag’s direction. Missed me on purpose too, just to show off.” Grumbling when he finally reaches your team’s side of the river, Zenitsu gratefully accepts Tanjirou’s outstretched hand, the younger boy pulling him into the shelter of the bushes. “Guess we’ll be doing clean up duty for the whole of next week.”

“Now, now, Zenitsu, don’t give up so fast.” You nudge the younger boy in the side encouragingly. He’s sopping wet from his little swim in the river. “There’s still a chance! We still have Muichirou and Shinobu on our team, don’t we?”

Zenitsu lets out a whine. “But they’re not Rengoku.” He complains. The entire time, Tanjirou glances between the two of you, confused. 

“Who’s Rengoku?” 

“He’s head counselor for the Apollo cabin.” Zenitsu explains, wiping the river water off his lightning spear. “He’s one of the best fighters in the entire camp, on par with even the head counselor of the War God’s cabin, Shinazugawa Sanemi! Not to mention that he’s handsome and cool and half of the Aphrodite kids can’t help falling over themselves every time he walks by, asking him to teach them how to write love sonnets.” He gags at the words. "As if they aren't just waiting to take a piece out of him, the damn piranhas."

You cover your mouth with your hand to stifle a laugh. “Well, he does write very good love poems,” you supply helpfully, and Zenitsu rolls his eyes. “Yes, yes, of course you would know, since-”

“[last], we have a new plan!” Shinobu calls airily from behind you, interrupting Zenitsu. Turning around, you see the daughter of Hecate striding up to you with a smile on her face. It’s one that you’ve seen all too many times when she’s plotting something, and now that you’re on the receiving end of that smile, you’re not quite sure that you like it.

You squint at her suspiciously. “What is it?”

“You,” Shinobu answers with her usual smile, pausing for dramatic effect, “will be in charge of distracting Kyoujurou!”

You stare at her for a moment before you shake your head furiously. “No, no, no, there’s no way I’m doing that. I’d be shot full of arrows like a porcupine before I so much as touch the flag - I’d rather clean the Pegasus stalls for a week.”

“Oh, come on, have a little confidence in yourself!” Shinobu hums, the expression on her face practically radiating nefarious intent behind her sweet smile. “There’s no way he would hurt you, he’s your boyfriend, after all.”

To your side, you see Tanjirou’s mouth form a silent ‘o’ of realization, piecing together everything you and Zenitsu had been conversing about earlier. Flustered, you shake your head again.

“This isn’t going to work!” You insist, even as Shinobu tugs you to your feet and steers you in the direction of the river. “Shinobu, you know what Kyoujurou is like! He isn’t going to be distracted by me at all!”

“Oh, I know Rengoku very well,” Shinobu’s eyes curve into little crescents. “I think you’ll find yourself surprised, [last]. All you need to do is distract Rengoku, we’ll do the rest. Our entire team is counting on you!”

Helplessly, you turn to the two boys crouched behind the bushes. Zenitsu looks like he’s trying his best not to burst into laughter, and Tanjirou, the pure hearted boy, only gives you an encouraging thumbs up.

With a sigh, you turn around and march into the Red Team’s territory all alone.

It doesn’t take you long to reach the flag.

Although not quite as talented in direct combat as some of your fellow campers are, you’re skilled in your own ways as well, moving silently through the underbrush and disabling any traps that you’ve found - products of the Hephaestus cabin, no doubt. After narrowly avoiding springing a Greek fire trap, you manage to make your way to the location of the flag completely undetected.

Sidling up behind a tree, you glance around the trunk to observe the battle ground. And just as you do-

Thunk!

You barely dodge out of the way in time, a blur of gold embedding itself in the wood of the tree you’re taking cover behind. So Zenitsu was right - he really is back from his mission, and although the two of you are on opposing sides for this Capture The Flag match, you’re happy to know that he’s back safe and sound, uninjured enough to participate in this game.

“Is that you, darling?” He calls out, and you have to hold back your smile at the pet name. You haven’t seen him in a week, and hearing his voice after so long makes you want to just rush out to give him a hug. “I know it’s you, love.”

“It’s been a week since you’ve seen me last, and an arrow to the face is how you greet me?” You call out from behind the tree, slightly teasing. “I’m hurt, Kyo.”

“I knew you’d be able to dodge it.” Kyoujurou laughs. When you peer behind the tree again, you see your boyfriend standing there in his orange Camp Half Blood tee and jeans, leisurely nocking another arrow into his bow. “I won’t go easy on you if you attempt to steal the flag.”

“I’m not here for the flag,” you answer, and it’s only a half lie when you continue. “I’m here because I missed you.”

If you were even a little less observant, you would have missed the way Kyoujurou’s hands falter ever so slightly in the midst of nocking his arrow, before he covers it up with one of his usual booming laugh. “You’re not going to distract me like that!” He declares, and you stifle a quiet laugh of your own, your heart beating a little faster in your chest. “But,” his voice softens, “I missed you too, when I was away. One week felt like forever to me.”

Warmth touches your cheeks, but before you can smile too much, you smack your cheek lightly. Get it together, you scold yourself, you’re supposed to be distracting him, not the other way around!

With that, you take a deep breath and rise to your feet. You could never hope to beat Kyoujurou face on in combat, but you don’t have to - all you need to do is to distract him so that Shinobu can do... whatever she has planned.

You step out from behind the tree, and immediately Kyoujurou’s golden eyes lock onto you. You take the time to take in his handsome features, the warmth in his eyes, the fresh band-aid on his left cheek, did he get injured while on his mission? 

“Changing strategy, love?” Kyoujurou calls out, looking amused. He tightens his grip on the bow when you take a single step forward. “Ah, ah, stay right there, or I’ll shoot.”

A frisson of excitement runs through you at the words, and you halt your steps, looking up at Kyoujurou with a smile. At this range, Kyoujurou has no chance of missing - you’ve seen him strike targets from yards away. “You won’t shoot me,” you hum, and with that, you take another step forward. True to Shinobu’s words, he lifts the bow, but makes no move to draw. 

“I missed you very much, Kyoujurou. I did read all the poems you left for me, but it doesn’t feel as nice when it’s not your voice reading them to me.” You lower your voice to a soft, longing tone. It’s not hard, considering just how badly you’ve yearned to see him over the past week. “It just made me miss you even more.”

You see a tinge of pink touch Kyoujurou’s cheeks. “I’ll read them for you tonight, if you want.” Taking another step forward, you gesture at his cheek. “Did you get hurt on your mission?”

“No, I got it while shaving today morning. I was distracted because I was too excited about coming back.” Kyoujurou lets out a sheepish laugh. Out of the corner of your eye, you see some bushes rustle behind Kyoujurou. 

“Well, you’re home now.” You’re almost within Kyoujurou’s reach now. If he decides to tackle you to the ground, you’d be out of the game even before you can so much as say ‘Zeus’. “With me.”

“Now!”

All of a sudden, a weighted net falls out of nowhere onto the both of you, and you’re sent falling by its weight. Before you can hit the ground, however, Kyoujurou wraps you securely in his arms, taking the brunt of the impact as you end up on his chest.

“Kyo!”

“Very well done, [last]!” Shinobu’s voice chirps from behind you, and you turn around to see Shinobu striding up to the both of you, the Mist melting off her. From beneath you, Kyoujurou laughs loudly, his chest shaking from amusement.

“This was your doing, wasn’t it, Kochou?” Kyoujurou shakes his head, a smile still on his lips. To the side, another figure slips out of the darkness, fingers wrapping around the flag Kyoujurou had been guarding before his entire body leaves the shadows.

“You just had to use [last] as a part of your plan.” Obanai says accusingly, jabbing his finger at Shinobu. The daughter of Hecate only shrugs innocently. “I had to watch all of that flirting, I don't think my eyes will ever recover. I'll need to wash them out with bleach,” he shudders in disgust. “I’m never going along with your plan again.”

“Now, now, there's no need to be such a drama queen." Shinobu tilts her head to the side, her smile still perfectly in place. "We won, so there’s no harm, is there? I’ll be sure to do the same for you when Kanroji returns from her exchange with Camp Jupiter.”

“You’ll do no such thing, you-”

With a shake of the head, you turn back to Kyoujurou, who’s still fighting to keep down his laughter. Gently, you let the pads of your fingers trace his face, his cheekbones, his defined jawline, before you tap at his lips, the corners of his mouth quirking up into a smile as he looks up at you.

“Welcome back, Kyo.” You whisper, and lean down to kiss him. 

#rengoku #rengoku fanfic #rengoku kyojuro #kyojuro #kyoujurou #rengoku kyojuro x reader #demon slayer #demon slayer fanfic #demon slayer fanfiction #demon slayer kyojuro #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba fanfic #kimetsu rengoku #kimetsu kyojuro #kny fanfic #kny kyojuro #kny

[artificialbreezy]

Hello!! I saw you were doing GVF ships and if you’re still doing one, could I possibly have one done??

My name is Ashley. I’m 22 almost 23 in March. I have short brown hair and blue eyes. I’m 5’5 and on the plus-size for weight and size.

I love to go hiking, camping and fishing. I’ve been playing the alto saxophone for a little over 15 years now. I’m currently in the marching band at my university. I’m currently studying Psychology to become a counselor in either marriage or with children. And I guess one last fact about me that might help is I’m a huge dog lover and I’m a dog mom to a puppy named Ryder (pictured below)

HI UR DOG IS SO CUTE

I can see you with either josh or Danny tbh

I think you and Danny would just bond so easily, like instant connection. Sweet and loving.

but with Josh, i think its something you both would have to work for but in the best way possible ya know. Slow and sweet, yet so passionate.

#greta van fleet fluff #greta van fleet smut #greta van fleet imagines #greta van fleet imagine #sam kiskza #sammy kiszka #sam kiszka imagine #sam kiszka smut #danny wagner au #danny wagner #danny wagner smut #josh kiszka x reader #josh kiskza au #josh kiszka imagine #jake gvf #jake kiszka #jake kiszka x reader #jake kiszka smut

[saintstrawberry]

Out of Touch

First Chapter!

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33458812/chapters/83120350#kudos

Ships:

Sakuastsu

Description:

Sakusa met Miya Atsumu on his first day of school.

AKA the touches Atsumu and Kiyoomi have shared throughout the years.

(Inspired by Out of Touch by Hall and Oates)

Notes: HI. Thought it was about time I wrote for my favorite HQ ship. :)) If I missed any triggers in the tags please let me know!

Thank you for reading!

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Chapter Title: Smoking guns, hot to the touch/Would cool down if we didn't use them so much

Kiyoomi’s parents died days after his seventh birthday.

For better or worse, he couldn’t seem to remember much about them as time went on- their voices, their touch, their love. What he does remember is the feeling he contracted after their passing- disoriented misery and an incredible, devastating loss of control.

At eight years old, he was officially diagnosed with mysophobia, inspired by his appointed grief counselor. While he understood the weight of his prognosis, he couldn’t wrap his head around how everyone else in the world could simply ignore the dangers presented by their filthy surroundings. He went about life as he always had, except now with an as-needed anti-anxiety medication.

A year after his first prescription, in his fourth year of elementary school, he moved from the suburbs of Tokyo to a small town in the Hyogo prefecture. He had no choice- his grandmother couldn’t afford to house and homeschool him. Fortunately, his mother’s sister, a kindhearted black-eyed woman he knew as Aunt Mei, was willing to take him in. Having already had a child, Sakusa’s older cousin Motoya, she sought to combat Kiyoomi’s newfound loneliness.

Sakusa met Miya Atsumu on his first day of school.

It was February, well into their third term, when the world around them was coated in a brilliant white. Kiyoomi always loved the snow- its delicate grace one of life’s small pleasures. He was studying the milky flakes through the lens of an unfamiliar classroom window when his new teacher, Miss Suzuki, prompted him, “Please, introduce yourself to the class.”

When Kiyoomi said nothing, not at all comfortable nor in the mood to entertain a bunch of strangers, the teacher cued him again more gently, “Just tell us yer name and age.”Right then and there, her drawl grating to his ears, Kiyoomi promised himself he would never speak with a Kansai dialect. He tore his eyes from the window reluctantly.

“Sakusa Kiyoomi. I’m nine,” the curly-haired boy muttered at the front of the classroom before shuffling quickly to his desk at the back. Immediately a few heads turned, their eyes scanning him unabashedly. All but one pair refocused to the front of the room when Miss Suzuki clapped her hands and said, “Alright class, don't overwhelm him! Today we’re going to pick back up with multiplication…”

He resisted the urge to retreat to the corner of the room, his pupils burning holes into his sneakers. He glanced up, once, only to meet the wide, hooded eyes of a boy with a chocolate brown undercut. The brunette offered him a slight tilt of his mouth before a dark-skinned boy with a cropped haircut to his left smacked him lightly on the back of the head with an exasperated, “‘Tsumu.”

Two hours and three lessons later came Sakusa’s worst fear- snack break. Atsumu, then only ten, had marched right up to his desk, stuck his hand out about two inches from Kiyoomi’s nose, and said boldly, “Atsumu Miya. D’ya wanna be friends?”

It took Kiyoomi all of his strength not to vomit at the mere closeness of the boy, let alone respond to his inquiry.

“No,” he said firmly. Then, without waiting for Atsumu’s response, up and bolted out of the classroom. He remembered getting to the bathroom, locking himself in a stall, and feeling its dirty, indecent walls close in on him whilst he cried quietly.

What he didn’t know was that the boy from earlier had followed him, raised a fist to knock on the door, and dropped it wordlessly.

Sakusa started wearing a mask to school not soon after that. While some kids balked, Kiyoomi favored their unwanted stares over the disgusting alternative. The Miya kid stared too, his previous sentiment proving false.

Good, Sakusa thought, I’d rather be alone anyway.

Of course, his inner peace didn’t last long when Atsumu also started wearing a mask to school.

At first, Sakusa didn’t understand. By the way he introduced himself, Atsumu didn’t strike Kiyoomi as the clean and cautious type. Maybe he’s just sick, and his mom forced him into it. Best to stay away, anyway. But Miya didn't stop. He wore a mask every day for two weeks straight. When Kiyoomi caught sight of him folding it inward so as not to contaminate it when he sat down at lunch on the last day of February, something in him snapped- a rubber band pulled too far back.

Atsumu was mocking him.

Furious at the boy’s audacity and his own childish stupidity, Sakusa stood up from his own lunch table with small hands bunched up into fists. Motoya, sat next to him in their corner of the cafeteria, tugged on his shirt instantly, asking him, “What are you doing?” with big brown eyes.

Sakusa ignored him, making a beeline to his bully’s table. Atsumu looked up at the sudden intrusion, his cheeks slightly tinted red from laughing at something- at him- with his friends. He smiled so sweetly, it made Kiyoomi sick just looking at him.

“Oh, h-hey, Kiyoomi-chan. What’s-” That’s when things started to move in slow motion. Sakusa registered Atsumu’s wide, golden-brown eyes blown open with shock and his own fist winding back with all the strength his nine-year-old self could muster.

“Never mock me again,” Sakusa said after his punch landed squarely against Atsumu’s jaw, the latter’s teeth chattering in response. It wasn't the hardest blow, but it was enough to leave the brunette clutching his cheek with a small gasp. When Miya pulled his hand away, a red splotch stained his plain, stupid face, the beginnings of a bruise sure to blossom in the next couple of hours.

That wiped the smirk off his face, Sakusa thought smugly. Miya paused, most likely out of shock, before the ten-year-old looked up at Kiyoomi with a level of vulnerability Sakusa had never seen on another person’s face. A flurry of emotions passed across Atsumu’s features, his eyes growing wet then red, then wet again. His mouth gaped open in a near-perfect oval, trembled a bit, then locked to a tight line.

He looked hurt. He looked angry. He looked betrayed. He looked like he was about to say something until the teachers rushed over to separate the boys.

Sakusa glanced down to his hand, a little sore from the connection, with the sudden realization dawning on him: he touched Atsumu, skin to naked skin. His palm was a light red, as if warmed by the heat from Kiyoomi’s disgusted stare. He blinked slowly in complete disbelief. He let his emotions overwhelm him to the point of making physical contact with that prick.

He felt his bravado bled through as he breathed heavily out his nose, his charcoal eyes still wide on his open palm. Count to ten, he vaguely remembered his grief counselor saying. He wasn’t sure if that applied here, but he’d be damned if he didn’t try.

1, 2

He thought he could hear Motoya’s voice, maybe feel his safe touch on a clothed shoulder.

3, 4

Atsumu was staring at him- he knew it- still hurt, but different somehow.

5, 6

The boys’ eyes connected, even through the arms of teachers holding them back.

7, 8

Miya said something Sakusa couldn’t quite make out.

9, 10

It looked an awful lot like, I’m sorry.

Ah. The only thing nine-year-old Sakusa hated more than mockery- pity.

#hq #fanfic #fanfiction #aran ojiro #miya atsumu #sakusa #atsumu #sakusa kiyoomi #sakuatsu #haikyuu!! #haikyuu #suna rintarou #miya osamu #komori motoya

[carnationcreation]

Carnations Prompt List

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~~~Last updated: 1/12/20~~~

AU PROMPTS: 

 Soulmate au

Arranged marriage/royalty AU

 Angel/Demon AU

 Roomate AU

 apocalypse au

 Fireman au

 Artist or painter/subject au

 Marching band au

 Bookstore au

 Coffee shop au

 Ride the same bus together au

 Werewolf au

 rockstar/groupie au

 Runaway au

 Superhero au

 Musical theater au

 Vlogger au

 Mob/Mafia au

 Single rider on a rollercoaster au

 College AU

 Airport au

 Hunger Games AU

 Arranged Marriage AU

 Camp Counselor AU

 Lifeguard AU

 Murder Mystery AU

 Paranormal Investigator AU

Street Racing AU

Tattoo Shop AU

 Vampire/Vampire Hunter AU

 Hogwarts/Percy Jackson AU

Scanrio Prompts!

Person A is a loner in school and Person B is one of the popular kids who always pick on Person A for no reason. Because of this, Person A despises Person B and assumes that the two of them must have nothing in common. Then one day Person A logs into their fan account where their identity is anonymous (you can choose the thing that they're a fan of) to see that they have a new follower, Person B.

Person A and Person B are both actors. They've met a few times in passing but they don't really know each other. Person A comes off as a snob to Person B so Person B has no desire to get to know them. Then they both get cast as love interests in a film and after spending some time together on set, Person B realizes that they were wrong about Person A.

Person A and Person B were best friends in high school until they had an ugly falling out with each other that turned them into enemies. Years later when they're out of school and have nothing to do with each other, Person A still hates Person B and assumes that Person B hates them too. Then one day Person A gets a giant text message from Person B apologizing for everything that happened between them.

Person A is a very confident performer but Person B gets really bad stage fright. Before every show, Person A gives Person B a pep-talk and helps them calm their nerves.

Person A has a very strange pre-show ritual that they secretly do before every show. One day Person B catches them doing it.

Person A writes the songs for the band and most of them tend to be really sweet love songs. Person B just assumes that Person A is dating someone they've never met before, but actually all the songs are secretly about Person B. One day Person B asks Person A who all the love songs are inspired by.

Person A is really nervous about going on tour because they'll be sharing a bus and hotel room with Person B and they're really shy about having to shower, get dressed, use the bathroom, sleep, etc. around them. Little does Person A know that Person B is also nervous about doing all of those things around Person A.

Person A falls during a performance (and is okay.) Person B struggles to get through the rest of the song because they’re laughing so hard.

Person A showing Person B their tattoos. ALL THEIR TATTOOS. 

Person A placing their hand on Person B's forehead to check if they have a fever

Person A lightly brushing Person B's hair out of their eyes

Person A and Person B having a deep and vulnerable conversation

Person A and Person B are always passing notes in class but because of the seating chart, they have to pass their notes to Person C to get them to each other. Person C doesn't mind to pass on the notes, but not before opening them, reading them, and adding in their own silly doodles/commentary.

#prompt list #prompts