#we nearly got into a car accident but it was worth it

[howlerbat]

my toxic trait is that I only know the Weird Al versions of famous songs and always sing along the wrong lyrics

#my friends hate it #weird al yankovic #my sister loves Iggy Azalia and whenever she puts on Fancy in her car I she gives me that look like don’t you dare #and every time I go ‘FIRST THINGS FIRST IM A CRAFTSMAN’ #we nearly got into a car accident but it was worth it

[makethemhoesmad]

meddle about

it’s been a long time coming

big big thanks to @iminlovewithpaigebueckers

for helping me out on the dirty part of this

warning: smut, alcohol, top kate

~

living off campus as an iowa student meant that you could always go out to the bars instead of the frat parties on friday nights 

tonight, you went out with your roommate and her boyfriend, knowing that you would either go home alone tonight or find someone to take you home. At first, it seemed like it was going to be the former option. The bars were near empty, with only a few horny freshman that weren’t exactly your type. You had your back to the door ordering a drink when the bar suddenly got a lot louder. You ignored the noise, thinking it was just a group of people that migrated here from a frat party. That is, you ignored it until someone came up next to you and handed the bartender the money for your drink before you had time to.

“I’ve got it babes, don’t worry about it.”

You whipped your head around to be met with the sight of quite literally the most gorgeous woman you had ever seen. 

Now, you didn’t feel like you were very short, not at 5’9. But having to look up at this girl who was obviously at least 6’0, that did something to you.

“What’s your name, gorgeous? Mine’s Kate, but you might already know that if you’ve ever watched my games.”

That’s why she seemed familiar. She was Kate Martin, a player on your school’s very impressive basketball team. 

“Oh, um, my names y/n”

“y/n, that’s a hot name, what would you say if i said that we should head back to my appartement?”

She looped her arm around your waist, nearly melting your resolve, which wasn’t very high to begin with. In doing so, it allowed you to notice the obvious muscle she packed not only in her arms, but her whole body.

“I don’t know, would you make it worth my time?” You blinked up at her innocently, waiting for a response.

“Oh baby, if i’m not worth your time, then you’re going home alone tonight.”

You followed her out to her car.

The car ride is short as you make your way back to her place. It doesn’t take long for Kate’s hand to find its way onto your thigh. Noah Kahan plays quietly on the radio. Your eyes watch the bright lights blaze past through the window as she drives. You almost don’t notice the way her hand creeps up your exposed legs. The short skirt you’d chosen to wear provides her easy access. Electricity courses through your veins as her hand moves higher. You look over at her to find her to be seemingly focused on the road in front of her. In reality, she is paying the road just enough attention to avoid a major accident. Her real focus is on just how wet she could get you before you walked through the door of her apartment. So far it seems like she is doing pretty well. You just brush off her actions as her being a touchy drunk, but her motives became increasingly clear when her long fingers graze the lacy fabric of your panties. Her blank expression is  quickly replaced with a knowing smirk as a soft groan escapes your mouth. She doesn’t move her hand. She just lets it rest on your now soaked underwear. You are close enough to her place that she decides to speed up the process. The alcohol in both of your systems is  likely to catch up to the both of you within a few hours. Kate has a lot that she wanted to do to you, and with such little time she would clearly have to move pretty fast. It doesn’t take long for her to pull into the parking garage of her building. She quickly puts the car in park before crashing her lips onto yours. It takes no time for you to melt into her as your lips move against hers.  She pulls you into her lap, hands gripping your hips. Her tongue finds  its way into your mouth causing you to moan into her mouth softly. Kissing her is utterly intoxicating. She doesn’t even take a moment to breathe, and you don’t want her to. Your hands become tangled in her long blonde hair, just trying to get even close to her. She starts to move your hips against her which causes you to basically grind on her. She finally pulls back after what felt like a lifetime, yet somehow it isn’t enough. You still want more of her. She looks up at you with that same knowing smirk. She has you wrapped around her finger, and she knows it. It was one of the most infuriating things, yet somehow you can’t recall a time you’d been more turned on. Her lips connect with the  skin on your neck. Soft moans filled the small space of her car as you practically rode her thigh. 

“Kate…” you groan as pleasure fills your body. 

“Yeah baby?” She coos against the skin on your neck, still ‘helping’ you grind on her. Her lips return to suck on that one spot that makes you melt, waiting for you to tell her what you need. 

“Can we go inside now?” your words were meant to come out strong and seductive, but they sound desperate and needy instead. Kate doesn’t mind one bit. She likes seeing you like this. 

“Whatever you want, sweet girl,” she mumbles against your neck, placing one final peck on the sensitive skin. She takes a moment to look at you as she pulls your hair back to get a better view of your features. “You know you’re really pretty right?” 

Her words make your face hot as a smile forms on your now puffy lips. Her nimble fingers hook themselves in the door handle, pushing it open. You carefully slide off her lap and step on to the concrete. You immediately pull your skirt down to look somewhat presentable. Kate trails  behind you, hand resting on the small of your back to lead you through her building. You both stay silent until you enter the empty elevator. As soon as the doors shut, Kate is  all over you. She backs you up against the wall. Her hands resting on your waist. Your lips move perfectly against hers. You both are so lost in the moment that you almost missed her floor. She pulls away, grabbing your wrist to lead you into her apartment.

She quickly shuts the door behind her, pressing your back against the cold wood. Her hands rest just under your shirt. Her lips find their way onto yours yet again. She’s not wasting any time as she pulls your shirt over your head. Her hands roam over the newly exposed skin. Her hands linger on the soft lace bra that matches the panties under your skirt. Her lips make their way down your chest, sucking harshly on the skin. Her hands grip your waist as she finds her way onto her knees, still placing wet kisses along your skin. She looks up at you as her hands reach the waistband of her skirt. After receiving an enthusiastic nod, she pulls the black fabric down your legs, leaving you in your matching set. She pulled herself back up, spinning you around in the process. She walked you backwards through her apartment, continuing to make out with you in the process. 

Once you make it to her room, she gently pushes you down onto her soft comforter. You tug at the bottom of her top, hoping to get her to pull her own top off. She happily obliges, unbuttoning her shirt and jeans. She sheds the clothes which leaves her in a simple black bralette and underwear. Her hands stroke your thighs gently as she pulls them apart, settling herself between them. She places wet kisses on your thighs causing you to squirm with need. She giggled slightly as she picked up on your desperation. 

“You’re so wet, pretty girl,” She smirked up at you as her fingers traced light circles over your core. “You can have whatever you want. All you have to do is ask for it.” You groan as you realize what you were going to have to do for her to fuck you. 

“Kate, please…” you started hoping that it would be enough. It of course wasn’t. She wanted you to actually say the words. “Just fuck me please. I need you.” you whine, her smirk growing. Those words were music to her ears. She pulled your panties down in one quick motion. Her fingers rubbed circles over your exposed clit. Your back arches at the contact, soft moans leaving your swollen lips. She replaces her fingers with her tongue which causes your hips to buck into her face as your hands grip her dirty blonde locks. She laps your wet folds as borderline pornographic moans fill the room. She doesn’t slow down when your legs start to shake. She speeds up her tongue and pushes a finger inside your entrance. This quickly pushes you over the edge, but she doesn’t stop. She slips another finger inside of you, speeding up her thrusts as she sucks hard on your clit. Your body spasms as her fingers curl perfectly inside of you. Your head falls back onto the bed while your back arches. Her tongue is replaced by her thumb as she pulls away to look at you.

You look so fucking perfect like this,” She hums as her head rests against your soft thighs. You are in a state of ecstasy that you can’t form words. Beads of sweat roll down your cheeks as your eyes are fixated on her. It didn’t take much more for her to make you cum for the second time. Her fingers continue to thrust inside of you which causes hot tears to run down your cheeks. Pathetic whimpers fill the room. Indescribable waves of pleasure wash over you as her mouth returns to your pussy. The muscles in your torso contract and your hips buck as she continues to fuck you with no mercy. She pulls up to murmur words of praise as you take her fingers. 

“Shhh, it’s okay baby. You are doing so good. Just one more, okay? I know you can do it. Be a good girl for me and take it.” She mumbles against your thigh before placing quick kisses on your inner thigh. Your hand goes to cover your mouth to quiet the desperate groans. Kate quickly notices and pulls your hand away. “Don’t do that. I wanna hear you.” 

It only takes a few more thrust before you finish all over her fingers. She fucks you through your orgasms, considering making you cum another time. Your spasming body and tears tell her that you’ve taken enough. She brings her fingers to your mouth which you happily take into you mouth, swirling your tongue around her long lean fingers. She places a soft kiss on your forehead and wipes away your tears with her free hand. She slides her fingers out of your mouth and pulls you into her body. She showers you with praise and kisses as her hands softly rub your back, effectively bringing you down from your high. She was definitely worth your time

#iowa wbb #kate martin #kate martin x reader #smut #top kate

[seat-safety-switch]

No matter where you go on this earth, Iowa floats above you. Its extremely unusual orbit means that the many small towns that dot the solar face of what was retroactively renamed Square Colony encounter, at most, seven-hour-long days. You have to hand it to NASA; they really made a purse out of a sow's ear on the whole anti-gravity-pod accident. Which is, coincidentally, something you can also do this year at the Iowa state fair.

When it first happened, the journalists swarmed my city. They wanted to hear from a "man on the street" (I did not flee to the anti-skyfall bunkers) about what I thought about the whole thing. I was too busy changing out a set of plugs and wires on my decrepit Town Car at the time, so it didn't make good television. The most famous grease-stained back in YouTube history, everyone else at the bar tells me.

If you asked me now, now that everyone got bored of hiding in the bunkers and emerged, ready to be obliterated by any stray potato or skyscraper that falls to Earth from the stranded near-orbital colony, I'd tell you it was all worth it. Having humanity split apart spurred innovation that had never before been seen, a real arms race of transportation technology. We developed a whole lot of medium- and heavy-load reusable spacecraft just so that people from Ames could make the commute to our local Wal-Mart® and get the good ice cream.

I am gonna be honest with you, though. The best thing is that the total lack of atmosphere up there means that the cars don't rust nearly as bad anymore. Stellar Craigslist has been absolutely buzzing with high-mileage Cadillacs that are about to become a whole lot higher mileage. If you're quick, you can ramp those things right off the edge and throw out a parachute on the way down for free shipping, as well.

[elliespeach]

I don't know if you aceppt regrest now but think about it, spider ellie headcanons !!

anon i am assuming u mean spider woman ellie if not im sorry thats what i got out of it but i cant imagine u asking for ellie being a legit spider n just crawling around so here we go the artwork below is by graycomics!!

🕸️ — she was nerding out in the planetarium one day n felt a prick on the back of her neck while she was reading a poster ab space travel!!! she saw it was a spider n just kind of brushed it off.

🕸️ — discovering her powers was so FUNNY. woke up feeling completely different n out of body,, took the subway to her campus and her hand got stuck on the balance pole n she was freaking tf out, she couldn’t get it off until like five stops later when she finally pulled as hard as she could n literally slammed into the empty seats

🕸️ — i'm gonna say her webs come from her wrists (tobey core) bc i know homegirl isn’t tech savvy enough to make her own web shooters so when that happened for the first time she nearly passed out. waving down a cab to at least try to make it to her class on time and it just flowed out of her into the air she very quickly shoved her hands in her pockets n just walked back home cus wtf just happened to her

🕸️ — def crawled on her walls for fun once she kind of understood what was going on, i’d say she used it to help her clean her apartment but lets be real here. its ellie.

🕸️ — never really thought ab using her powers for helping society until one day it just kind of happened to her, her body tensed up, hair standing straight up all over her body along with goosebumps. her mind felt like it was honing in on something until she turned her head, seeing a girl being followed into an alley by a guy and just knew it was trouble. didn’t use her webs cus she doesnt know how to rlly use them yet but she beat the shit out of that guy, using the walls of the alley to get leverage he was easily two hundred pounds heavier than her but god she pummeled him

🕸️ — finally!! homegirl knows what's going on after a few weeks, made a makeshift suit out of pjs (tom core) she loved swinging thru the buildings of new york looking for anyone she could help, but usually she just helped cats get out of trees, balancing on branch to try n reach them while the cat is just chilling there, “come on u ugly thing” finally she just webs them to her bc she is impatient asf

🕸️ — the news didn’t rlly care ab her all that much until she busted a hostage situation in a bank, swinging to the top of the building and working her way in through one of the upper windows. she crawled along the ceiling to get a view first, seeing what and who to target. this was her first major crime but her spidey sense did all the work for her. webbing up some of the assailants from the ceiling before dropping down into the spidey pose!! dodging bullets that flew at her, “gotta try harder than that!” n then completely demolishing them like it was nothing and saving the day

🕸️ — she lovveddddd to pick on her opponents shes such a cocky little shit, she would belittle them while very easily over powering them things like, “you guys need to work on your stealth, i heard u a mile away.” “this is what ur stealing? prison food is worth this?” letting them throw punches while she just dodges them and teasingly waves to them while they punch the air around her

🕸️ — loves watching the news cover the footage of her busts!!! sits back w some popcorn and just watches herself beat the shit out of these people, smirking while the newscaster desperately asks the audience to come forward w any information on her so the police can question her, rewinding and pausing over and over again to study her form to be better

🕸️ — gets so excited to put on her little pj suit she trips over herself most of the time to put it on before crawling out of her window to scale her apartment building

🕸️ — stopping a fatal car accident with her hands!!! just swinging and planting herself right in the middle of where the impact would be, putting her hands out n everyone is cheering and shes just like :))) “yeah i did that” waving and smiling under her mask she just loves to be appreciated for her work even tho it’s all lightwork for her

🕸️ — her first enemy!!!! first non-mortal enemy that is anyway ((cus the cats in the tree antagonize her to no end)) gave her a run for her money i’ll tell u that, she was thrown into a building n literally went thru it into the offices behind the cement they all looked at her like wtfff and she just popped up, “sorry!!!!!!” before swinging back out of the now gaping hole in the building

🕸️ — she lost that fight, sent home licking her wounds that healed over night but she felt horrible for not being able to help :( the next day she tracked them down and instead of being her usual goofy, cocky self she focused solely on defeating them and left the comments until after they were down, trapped in her webs. kneeling down while they wriggled in them trying to get free, “got you asshole”

🕸️ — more cats stuck in trees, “i’m trying to fucking help you” while she pspspspsps to get them to come closer cus someone complained that her webs matted their cats fur so webbing them was not an option anymore and she seriously would rather fight another super villain

🕸️ — posing in her mirror in her spidey suit!!! as dingy as it is she couldn’t get enough, looking at herself in all the angels and doing faux interviews with her hair brush, “ahhh its no problem really, i’m happy to help” wink. but when she was actually interviewed after stopping a petty theft crime she just kinda stood there like 🧍🏻‍♀️ n didn’t say much and when asked a personal question she immediately webbed the nearest building and swung away; she didn’t do interviews after that

🕸️ — smirking to herself hearing people on the streets talk about the mysterious spider-woman who was doing more than the police ever could, hearing rumors about who is could possibly be but the guesses were so far off that it usually made her laugh, women in power, well known women is the community, but never the unassuming college student

🕸️ — one day she’s walking to class n some guy comes around the corner n tried to mug her, holding out a dinky knife to threaten her. she literally just laughs in his face and he’s like bitch!!! i’ll do it!!! n ellie’s just like “i’d love to see you try, go ahead” he thrusted the knife forward just to scare her n she just grabs his wrist and twisted it n the knife fell she just punches him in the face n he’s knocked out cold she swears she could’ve done that w out her powers

🕸️ — as much as being nyc’s protector fulfilled her the end of her days were always lonely :( coming home to a dark n cold apartment and she longed for connection to someone, her parents have been gone for ages and there was no extended family to keep her company. she knew she couldn’t have a relationship with anyone, they would be in danger all the time n she couldn’t bare the thought of someone getting hurt— esp someone she loved bc of her. so she sat in her apartment alone, flipping from the news to her fav sitcom and eating expired ramen.

spidey ellie :(((( my lover i wish u were real

#SPIDEY!ELLIE #ellie williams #anon i could kiss u for this idea #HER IN THE SUIT PLEASEEEEE MY HEART WOULD EXPLODE #ellie williams headcanons

[rederiswrites]

This has been a year of learning to be grateful for the basics. And let me tell you, becoming Old and Wise comes with a hell of a cost.

I do a better job of remembering to be grateful for my loved ones because I lost one., suddenly and horribly. A dear friend lost their life partner. We grappled with...with everything. With the realization that she left everything unfinished, so many things unfixed, and yet her life was worth so, so much. We all spent months re-evaluating the point of literally everything you can do with a life. Everyone should, but the cost should never be so high.

Friends have seen their nightmares about the fragility of their precious children come true--several trips to the plastic surgeon to put his face back together for one, after a simple backyard accident! Another is in the hospital still, after being run off the road by a semi on the way home for fall break. I think of him constantly. A boy I've seen go from a ridiculously tall four year old to a smart, funny, kind young man anyone should be proud of. I think of the photos of his car, nearly unrecognizable as a vehicle. The other day, I'd wrangled my exhaustion and frustration into abeyance enough to go into the grocery store, and as soon as I got out of my car I saw one of those memorial car stickers, "In loving memory of my son." I think people believe in gods just so they can pray for such a thing never to happen.

I've learned to be grateful for days when nothing hurts very much. I've learned to be grateful when I can just pull some weeds, take care of the animals, do the dishes. For empty counter space. For bowls in the cupboard. Spoons in the drawer. Genuinely happy for these things, I mean.

I spent days in such abject physical misery that every day since, I've been genuinely, effortlessly grateful just to be warm, dry, near to a bathroom and a fridge. Sometimes, even still, I lie in bed at night, radiating contentment because the blankets are soft and not damp, because the mattress is decent, because there's warm skin against mine. For a long time, just that was such a pleasure to have that I actually struggled motivating myself to push for more!

I've learned what it's like to be slowly bleeding to death. I've spent as much time in bed as out of it for months now. I can't keep up my part of this partnership's very heavy load, and both of us know it. But whenever I feel like the burden on my husband is too much to sustain, too much to ask, I'm met by his long memory of what we've already survived--and it's so, so much. I'm reminded of his willingness to burn himself on the altar of this family, to put himself last every time, and that's a scary thing that we're both working on.

Someday I will be old, and I hope I will be wise, and dear god, will I have paid for it in blood.

[fitzs-trained-monkey]

Christmas at the Compound: "Couple" Days of Christmas

Day Four: Precious Moments

Special things he does just for you. This one's for my fellow disabled lovelies.

Finn:

You hated cars. Hated them. You didn't care if that was a strong word to use, it was accurate. It was a car accident that had taken your mother's life away and nearly taken yours as well; thus, of all the things in this world, it was cars that you hated the most. But at the same time, you really loved Christmas lights. There was this event that the state park hosted every year - one hundred miles worth of lights, strung through the trees - and just the idea of it seemed so magical. Except you had to ride in a car to go through it, and you simply could not do that so you figured it would be best to just let that idea go and spend your time baking instead. 

"It's a beautiful night," Finn said from the doorway of your kitchen. "Would you like to go for a walk?" 

Your head snapped up, eyes wide. "OH HOLY-"

"Night?" He grinned and that was enough to halt the string of profanity about to leave your lips.

"Yeah, lets go with that."

He huffed a laugh and stepped through the door, moving to lean against he counter next to you. "So... would you like go?"

You looked down at your rumpled pj's and fuzzy slippers and then back up at him, raising a brow. "On a walk?"

"Yes."

The half-eaten cookie dough mixture you'd been working on drew your gaze. "Now?"

"Yes."

"But... cookies." You whined.

"You can bring that with you," Finn smirked.

You frowned. " That's not socially acceptable."

"Your point?"

Blinking, you grabbed the mixing bowl of cookie dough off the counter and snatched a blanket off the back of the couch. The only thing you changed about your outfit was your shoes. It was a shame to part with them but you figured the slippers would be just a wee bit impractical trudging through the eight inches of snow outside. Slipping a pair of boots on, you were out the door without another word. 

"Make sure to lock that," You called out, scraping more cookie dough into your mouth. Did you care what you looked like? No. No, you did not. Finn huffed. You waved your spoon over your shoulder at him. "Better watch that attitude, sir. I am under no obligation to continue supplying sweets."

"That wasn't me," Finn replied from behind you. 

"Hmm?" You finally looked up, only to be met with a sight that defied all expectation. 

There was a horse-drawn sleigh standing in your driveway. You whirled around, and jabbed the spoon in your hand at the old-fashioned vehicle. Your expression demanded an explanation.

"I thought we might go see those lights you're always talking about," Finn said, tucking his hands in his pockets. He cleared his throat. "If-if you want to, of course..."

"You bet you jawline, I do!" You exclaimed. Quickly shoving another spoonful of cookie dough in your mouth, you rushed over to the sleigh and climbed in. "I've always wanted to ride in one of these things!"

Elijah:

Your morning routine was a simple one. Get up, smack your alarm 'till it shut up, put on your prosthetic, get dressed, take your medication, eat something remotely food-like, and rush out the door while braiding your hair. You did most of that, until you reached step five. There was a window in your kitchen which was where you kept your (prescription) drugs. The thing was right over your sink and it didn't have blinds, so you couldn't really ignore the view outside as you got yourself a glass of water.

You took one look at your lawn and died inside. 

"Why me?" You groaned. Well, whining about it wasn't going to get you anywhere so you continued about your routine, snatching a granola bar in proxy of an actual breakfast to make up for your misfortune. You were definitely going to be late for work.

Throwing on a coat, you stumbled out the door - shovel in hand and ski strapped to your metal foot. In front of you, your deck and the stairs leading down from it had become a dangerous slope you would have to descend. You would have gone out the front door but - lucky you - that thing was entirely blocked by the squishy, cold, whiteness that now covered everything in sight. So many other people love snow. You and your prosthetic leg were not among them. You raised your eyes to the grey morning sky, glaring daggers into the lazy clouds. 

"Jack Frost, when I find you, I am going to beat you to death and steal your wallet," You announced. You stuck your tongue out at the heavens just for good measure. Then, with a sigh, you shoved off your deck railing and half-walked, half- glided down the stairs and the side of your house to the gate. When you got there, the latch was frozen shut - golly gee shucks - and you would have to bust it open with your shovel. Oh joy!

You raised the snow shovel, but just as you were about to bring it down, the ice cracked and shattered as the gate was forced open. You shrieked and dropped the shovel, stumbling back only to trip and fall on your arse into the snow. The gate swung to reveal Elijah, who frowned down at you. 

"What are you doing down there?" He wondered, raising a brow and dusting his hands off.

"What are you doing here?" You countered, pushing the hair out of your face. "Don't you live in the city?"

"Well, yes." He held out his hand and you took it, letting him pull you up. "I drove here," He answered simply.

You blinked. "Well, duh... But why?" 

Elijah shrugged. "Well, I saw the snow and figured you had enough to do without the added task of digging yourself out of your driveway."

It took you a second to process that but when his words finally registered, your eyes flew wide.

"Wait, what?"

He just smiled and stepped out of your way. You shuffled yourself though the gate and Elijah took your hand wordlessly, guiding you out into your front yard. What you saw took your breath away. He'd really done it.

He'd come all the way out from the city, to shovel snow off your driveway. The two of you didn't know each other that well. Sure, you'd had a few pleasant conversations but not enough for you to count yourself his friend. He'd only asked about your leg once and you had answered but you didn't go into detail. You weren't about to unload your struggles on a stranger. You had never mentioned how difficult snow was for you. You had never even asked. 

"I'll have it finished by the time you get back from work, but for now I managed to free your vehicle at least."

"Elijah, I-I don't know what to say," You breathed, your words turning to mist in the air.

He smiled. "You don't have to say anything."

Klaus:

You've been on forearm crutches for as long as you could remember, having been born with a genetic condition that rendered your balance questionable and your legs unable to support you. However, using a wheelchair never appealed to you much, because you're stubborn that way and anything anybody else can do, you can do better and that's a simple fact of life. Thus, stairs are difficult for you - they are the bane of your existence though you would never say that out loud for multiple reasons but one big one especially. 

Because you know what place has a lot of stairs? The compound. You agree with Marcel in nicknaming that place the Abattoir or "slaughterhouse" because you're certain those stairs are going to kill you one day. Yet, despite his many offers to shift location to someplace without a built-in death trap, you refused to complain because then Klaus would feel guilty about it. You're completely aware of how much Klaus loves New Orleans and that house and you would never want him to feel obliged to leave on your account. So you kept your mouth shut. But, to his credit, he's frustratingly observant. So, on Christmas morning, he swept you off your feet and carried you down the stairs to the Christmas tree. The following morning, you left your room to discover a brand new fireman pole and a sort of dumbwaiter system running through all five floors - from the attic to the basement.

"Merry Christmas, love." A voice said from behind you.

With a gasp, you whirled around to see Klaus standing there with a faint, slightly nervous smile. He was probably worried you wouldn't like it, since you were always so determined to do things without help.

"It's a little late, but-" Now he was trying to fill the silence - gauge your reaction.

You just shook your head. "Oh, shut up." His expression fell, but only for a second because then you were throwing an arm around him and giving him a kiss on the cheek. You tried your best not to cry but soon you were bawling like a baby. "This is the best Christmas ever!"

Kol:

You had a lot of mixed feelings about the holidays. On one hand, they were amazing - with warm blankets, sparkling lights, and good food. But on the other hand, you often found yourself left out. Hearing loss and speech aphasia made for an isolating combination, and it was always the same old story, even around your own family. You would always be on the outside looking in. It was fine, really; you'd almost gotten used to it by now. At least, that was what you liked to tell yourself as you sat at a table with your family for a feast where everyone else could contribute to the conversation except you. 

Only your mother had ever bothered to learn ASL, the rest of your family figured that since you could still talk, you should do so; despite it being painstakingly difficult and frustrating for you. Besides, it's not like anyone really wants to watch your hands while they're trying to eat. Thanksgiving, Christmas Eve, and New Years - they were always the same.  As you grew older, you even began to dread them just a little. You weren't just miserable. You were a ghost - completely unseen and unheard by your family during the time of year you were supposed to acknowledge each other the most.

When you moved out, you started skipping out on holiday dinners. Because somehow, being invisible and surrounded by family was so much more lonely then just being alone. It wasn't too much of a stretch; you got sick a lot so nobody even questioned it that first year. Then one year turned into two, and two into three, and three into five and seven and so on. 

You had hoped they would notice after a while, had hoped that they'd at least miss your face. They never did. 

You had hoped for an email or at least a text, none ever came.

You loved the holidays - loved what they meant. You just didn't love what they meant for you.

That was why you sat with a sketch pad on the floor in front of your Christmas tree, sketching well after midnight on yet another Christmas Eve while your heart shed tears of longing for the family that forgot you existed. Your hearing aids were off, left on a table in your bedroom where your boyfriend was out cold. It was chilly on the lower floor and the carpet was scratchy and salty tears dripped onto your paper, but you ignored all of that. You just wanted to draw the Christmas lights, because weren't they just so beautiful? 

A muffled voice sounded from behind you. The words were to quiet to recognize but the tone sounded like a question - a very tired question. Kol was up.

You didn't turn to face him. Instead, you just tapped your ear and said: "N-no."

Footsteps. Then he was kneeling beside you. He tapped the corner of your drawing and said something else. It was a short statement, spoken softly. Probably a complement. 

"Not-not, uh... Not-" You sniffed, wiping at more tears. "Not do-one. Not done yet-t."

The boy nodded and took your hand, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. His arm moved to rest around your shoulders and he leaned back against the couch. He pulled you along but you didn't mind. 

And Kol didn't say anything. He just let you finish your drawing. It took you until about two thirty in the morning. When you finished, you were rather tired and you'd cried all the tears you had, so you tapped his arm. He stood and let go of your hand. You glanced up at him. The boy smiled and didn't speak a word. 

He signed them instead. "Merry Christmas, sweetheart." You could see yourself cast in the warm, off-white glow of the lights reflected in his eyes. "I love you."

Your family may have forgotten about you, but perhaps you could learn to love the holidays again as long as you spent them with someone who saw you.

Stefan:

You had spent your whole life being ridiculed for the Ulnar Nerve Palsy that rendered your hands just short of useless. When they weren't locked up, they were trembling uncontrollably. Had you been born a witch then at least you could have made endless Dr. Strange jokes about it, but of course you weren't that lucky. You were only human. Perhaps a little less in the eyes of most, though you tried your best not to let their opinions hurt you.

Anyway, on Christmas morning when Stefan dragged you out of bed, you had to admit to being a little surprised. He hadn't slept over and as far as you were aware, he didn't have a key to your house.

You shielded your eyes from the lights in the hallway. Judging off the chatter from downstairs, it seemed the rest of your family was already up. "How did you get in here?" You demanded. He just smiled at you and grabbed your wrist instead of your hand.

"Your cousins let me in," He replied with a shrug.

"I hope they shot you."

"Oh they did." He nodded. "The little one caught me in the throat."

You snorted a laugh. Christmas Nerf wars were a tradition at your house, especially since you spent it with your aunt's family. She had three boys and they all loved Nerf guns.

"You guys ready to open presents?" Stefan shouted when the two of you reached the bottom of the stairs. A chorus of excited shouts, sounded from the living room.

You rolled your eyes but continued on. You would most likely have to ask for help or unwrap your presents with your feet. When you got to the living room and sat down, Stefan sat beside you with a pile of his won presents. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you yawned.

"Are we gonna start this party or what?" When you finally glanced up, you had to hold back a laugh. Everyone in your family, including Stefan, had put oven mitts over their hands - rendering them as useful as your own.

"Now we're gonna race!" Your youngest cousin said.

"Okay." You grinned and grabbed a present from under the tree with your feet. "Y'all are going down!"

#my name is cas and i write stuff #fanfic #kol mikaelson #fluff #klaus mikaelson #the originals #elijah mikaelson #rebekah mikaelson #the vampire diaries #kol mikaelson x reader #finn mikealson x reader #finn mikaelson #elijah mikaelson x reader #klaus mikealson x reader #stefan salvatore #stefan salavatore x reader #tvd fanfiction #tvd fanfic #tvdu #tvd #the originals fanfiction #the originals headcanon #tvd headcanons #damon salvatore #cassie's couple days of christmas #cassie's christmas at the compound 2022 #the mikaelsons #mikaelsons x reader #niklaus mikaelson #christmas fluff

[top10statuesthatcriedblood]

putting all my concert thoughts in a poast before i forget. here we go mucho texto warning. also setlist talk is gonna be out of order probably

the drive to the venue took longer than anticipated, traffic was so backed because dfw is just Like That. dont come here. and ft worth especially oh my GODDDD but we made it in time for the maine. i missed the first opener again its fine

ive only listened to the maine casually over the years and i like them but THEY WERE SUPER FUN LIVE????? the energy was so high for such a short set and they honestly sound better live than album recordings. i may have to stan

also Bassist Hot whats his number

theyre all kinda hot really. from my distance at least. sorry

robby energy

the sound at dickies arena in general is just soooo much fucking better than an outdoor stadium the guitars and drums were up to 11, ppl werent wrong abt the sound quality in this venue. sux its in ft worth though ONE MASSIVE DOWNSIDE kfmjsdkglafk

amazing sound at the cost of my hearing because. i forgot to buy ear plugs again it hurt just a lil bit. especially the pyro. at least its only been 2 times so far I WILL LEARN MY LESSON NEXT TIME LOL

i accidently sat in the wrong section but the my actual tickets i bought were closer so WE TAKE THOSE!!! not close enough to see skin pores but still very much enough

jimmy sounded great!! didnt know most of the songs despite doing a bit of listening but i got bleed american and the middle at the end which both ruled so. worth it

kinda wanted the maine back but ITS OKAY NO SHADE

patrick message on the projector. which is funny for anyone at home but FOR ME THERE I WAS LIKE [DREAD] [DREAD] [DREAD] FUCK DFW WEATHER

imagining patrick doing vocal warmups in the car by himself did lighten my mood just a tad. i had no proof but a feeling he did that

and then the pete images. only got a glimpse thru shitty venue connection but that made me laugh

and my battery was already low so the waiting and stalling was painful 😭

i was directly diagonal from the guy in the east wing lower bowl that started a monkey-see-monkey-do light show thru the whole stadium while waiting for fob and i just love the goodness of people at concerts its everything to me PEOPLE ARE GOOD

the woman next to him also danced like a beautiful drunk swan the entire show and idk if i wanted to be her or be her friend

also if u saw plain ol me clear glasses brunette hair tourdust shirt and bracelets HI YES WAS I

i didnt feel like going around to trade bracelets again as nervous anticipation set in but i DID pick out an american psycho bracelet from a person who came up to me so i completely unknowingly manifested there holy fuck. im cherishing it forever thank u to that person

WRECKING BALL. LMAO

also i sang along to Thats What You Get by Paramore playing in overspeakers because thats my fucking band but I HEARD MORE PPL IN THE CROWD SING ALONG TO OLD PANIC WHICH PERSONALLY OFFENDED ME JUST SAYIN

wdstf singalong was everything. again the energy at concerts <3333 my people

LIKE 30-40 MIN LATER FOB IS ON FINALLY. i did not cry this time to lftos i was just glad they were there the worry Dissolved

joe and andy were so visible from my seats i stared at them both nearly the entire show. patrick brain out the window they are SO MUCH MORE ATTRACTIVE IN PERSON IM TELLIN YALL 4K HIGH DEFINITION THRU MY EYEBALLS GOT MY BRAIN IN A. TORNADO!

photos and videos were not fantastic my phone is nawt the latest model so nothing worth posting here sadly. but for myself? everythang

IM KICKING MYSELF because i so clearly had andy in view for HIS DRUMSTICK THING DURING SUGAR but MY FINGER DIDNT PRESS RECORD BUTTON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ARG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FUCKETH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

please. please if ur close to andy, video that for me i need it for no reason other than its my favorite lil thing that nobody at tourdust shows. thank u so mch

NO CHICAGO FOR ME THIS TIME getting doa twice is kinda crazy ngl

patrick apology (no tears) for grand theft autumn was funny

andy and pete had cute smiley interactions around disloyal order during the set. or before that idk. i know a bubble hit andy's drum kit (or he swatted it away himself?) and they were smiling at that 😭😭😭 theyre litrly besties do u understand.........

of course p squared still did their signature scissoring techniques thank u for that old men

NO HEAVEN IOWA. THEY SKIPPED HEAVEN IOWAA FOR DOLDRUMS. i still went hard of course but CONSIDERING HOW GR8 THE SOUND WAS I WAS ONLY SLIGHTLY BUMMED

you dont even wanna know how estatic i was for hum hallelujah. i had to get myself proof of it for it to be real. tahnk u. ill never recover ever. peace and love in my brain

i dont rememebr certain songs where joe had this very specific swagger but he so very much did i saw him. with my own eyes. (in the voice of the luke skywalker tweet) dont worry joe i'll appreciate ur cuntiness

headfirst slide. in this venue.

oh my god bro

both p squared riffs <3 especially the one near the end where pete saw someone watching shit on their phone nd said it was basketball JEYDEUGHEKDLK patrick chiming in w something about dont make fun of his step-dad. gold.

saying smfs reminded him of texas #TEXANPRIDE #COWBOYS

PATRICK DURING RIFF SAYNG HIS GLASSES ARENT CURRENT PRESCRIPTION. THE REVEAL THAT HE STILL CANT SEE. WE LOST

medley was like. a relief to me because i expected it it was like a cool towel in the midst for what was about to come. cant blame the guy for getting literally zero practice beforehand fmdsjfdslg

the 8 ball.

i cried BIG PHAT BABY TEARS

i love them more than words can say. i didnt know i needed it but i did

im still emotional thinking abt it

saturday aftercare cured all (even though i was WOOPED from going so hard EVERY SONG. couldnt scream anymore my voice is still shot. i refuse to NOT go as hard as i do)

i think that is all the notable stuff i remember i wish i couldve written down stuff on the ride home BUT i will add more if i think of it. overall its hard to say which show i liked better they both meant the absolute world to me!!! FALL OUT BOY FOREVER

#i didnt mean to write an entire essay but. ya #line break is when fawb starts #skulltxt #my show #it can go there i guess

[trickstarbrave]

i dont wanna bug op but like

to the person who rbed from me specifically and posted these tags:

#this is hilarious because dricing the speed limit is not gonna get you hit..#you really think ppl will rear end you because Youre drivimg the speed limit?#do you understand that if you get rear ended it is quite literally always their fault unless they have PROOF#that you intentionally break checked them?#rear end is always the person in backs fault i havent ever heard it ruled another way and thats how my accident was ruled w no investigation#no one will read end you because they know it would ruin their life#theyd be out a car theyd get a ticket and possibly arrested you sue them and then they cant ever replace that car#literally they cant because the used car market is nuts#no one is going to hit you guys like cmon thats the worst excuse ive ever heard#you guys are really so impatient that travelling 20x the speed you could generate on your own is too much??#jesus christ...#this is why i dont make friends this behavior is ridiculous and if i get in a car w someone and their speeding all over#im getting out of the car and were not friends anymore like you dont invite someone in your vehicle and drive unsafe w them

you are correct that getting rear ended is almost always gonna have you ruled as Not At Fault. i actually recently got hit in the rear of my car. cops ruled me not at fault. i had to CHASE DOWN THIS WOMAN'S FUCKING INSURANCE TO GET THEM TO PAY FOR MY CAR. and do you know what they said? they said the car wasn't worth fucking fixing. they said it was totaled. it wasn't even that fucked up. but apparently repairs were FAR beyond what the car was worth despite buying a new vehicle costing WAY MORE THAN THAT. this debacle took literally MONTHS trying to resolve. eventually i had to get my dad involved, go to MY insurance, get the money up to what they determined my fucking car was worth, and then pay for the rest of the repairs out of fucking pocket.

i guess i could have chased this old woman down in small claims court for the fucking difference but 1. i dont think the court would have given a shit and decided its MY problem my vehicle is apparently worth only 1k dollars 2. she's an old woman that only hit me because she had fainted earlier, was trying to show her friend how to back up the car bc her breaks were fucked up, accidentally hit the gas too hard while disoriented, and hit my car. she was already at fault for her friend's medical bills. do you think i wanted to be the bad guy hounding some old woman for fucking money.

also like. it doesn't matter if they are at fault and we are going at the designated highway speed limit of 65-70 mph here. that is going to completely destroy the back of my car, potentially flip my vehicle or at the very least cause me to go off road, and i might actually die. "oh that won't happen grow up--" ive been in a near fatal car accident WITHOUT someone fucking read ending me on the highway. my wheel locked up when i was trying to make a pass and i ended up going off road and crashing into a tree. i was lucky it wasnt me going off road off a fucking mountainside bc those are common here and would have meant absolute certain death. sure they will go to jail for manslaughter but i dont want a pyrrhic fucking victory jackass i wanna live

i have driven the speed limit before. i had ppl up my fucking ass who then pass me and flip me off or deliberately made a point to drive close to the side of my vehicle in a passing lane to intimidate me. "but thats illegal they can't do that" astute observation shithead. do you think when i am worried about Not Dying as someone who has Nearly Died In A Car Accident Before because some jackass has decided killing both of us is a valid response to a mild inconvenience i wanna try and get their fucking license plate and call the cops who will tell me "we'll look into it" and do fucking nothing?

i would really genuinely love to not live in a shit place like this. our car centric infrastructure is also done in a way that de-incentivizes actually going the speed limit for most ppl (did you know ppl slow down if the streets are more narrow naturally? yeah they also speed the fuck up if there are like 7 fucking lanes on this road). people here drive like maniacs. i've also nearly been killed for even dumber reasons than someone deciding to ride my ass down the highway like coming to a complete fucking stop on the highway leading to me having to swerve into 2 other lanes. and i was GOING THE SPEED LIMIT DURING THIS INCIDENT.

tl;dr:

"someone might rear end you bc u live in a place with insane ass drivers? yeah right thats illegal, people can't do that!"

#i drive like an asshole sometimes but not necessarily for speeding #if im speeding its because everyone else is speeding #which yes driving slower than everyone else around you is also dangerous #its famously why it is ill advised to drive UNDER the speed limit #if ppl actually drove the speed limit around me these things would be less of an issue

[jewishbarbies]

vent post so tw for literally everything

***

my mom is always saying something to the effect of “well your childhood was better than mine because YOUR dad didn’t hit you” or “at least you weren’t scared you dad was gonna kill you” etc because she had a very abusive father, and it pisses me off because she’ll use that as an excuse to downplay ANYTHING i’m venting to her about from MY dad during MY childhood while also currently staying in contact with her abusive father and DEFENDING him when i tell her he’s a piece of shit and deserves a painful death.

i’ve told her multiple times that my first memories were my parents screaming at each other, dad throwing things, slamming doors, dad road-raging with his whole family in the car and nearly crashing on multiple occasions, getting yelled at, slapped, beat with a spoon until i welted (not bc i disobeyed, but bc i annoyed my dad), and my dad even chased me down the hallway and put his fist through the door i closed/locked so he couldn’t get to me (and they still shame me for needing to replace the door like it’s my fault). my dad would constantly pretend to throw things at me and my sisters as a “joke”, including but not limited to knives, scissors, pens, and baseball bats.i still have a vivid memory from when i was 4/5 and my parents were yelling, and i found them in the master bath with my mom cowering into the back wall sobbing in the dark and my dad trying to comfort her and apologize because he chased her in there in a rage.

but oh yeah, i didn’t fear for my life AT ALL during my childhood. i don’t have ANY crippling anxiety or chronic depression, i don’t flinch at the dumbest little things, i don’t get heart palpitations hearing my dad’s fucking voice or a door getting shut too hard by accident. i don’t stay in my room all day to avoid my parents because being around them and hearing them makes me feel unsafe still. yeah, no lasting affects at all. /s

there was a while where my dad was exhibiting some of that behavior and it came to a breaking point where my mom finally told him that we (my sister & i) were afraid of him. there’d been something spilled and then left on the stove and we KNEW it was his mess so we weren’t going to clean it up and my mom huffed off to go tell him and complain about it, and he immediately got up and started stomping to the kitchen and my mom told him not to because he scared us like her dad scared her, and of course all he did was one of those “how dare you call me what i am” guilt trips, and my little sister was visibly shaking so i shoved her in my room and locked the door. she was sobbing uncontrollably and shaking and i stood by the door to make sure they weren’t going to come in. when they finally came to the door i only opened it enough to see them and my dad looked defeated but still pissed and my mom was worried about my sister, and i actually yelled at him. i asked if he was proud of his behavior and how he treated us over a fucking stove, because that’s all it was, and if it was worth it because my sister was a mess. he cried. i let my mom in with the permission of my sister but i stayed by the door while he was there. that was in 2021.

what do you MEAN “my childhood”? it’s happening to me RIGHT NOW.

#g talks #might delete later idk #i just needed to write it down bc it's infuriating #and it's been on my mind today #mine #/mobile

[loverrrgirl]

KISMET- Austin Butler x read - PART 8

The next couple chapters are big set up for the rest of Austin and Stella’s relationship. So sit and back and relax because once it’s all set up, it’s game over for u bitches

Warnings: talk of car accidents, hospital, injuries, etc. I have some smutty ideas for the future so moors don’t get invested but you’re safe for now I guess.

Here’s the masterlist

I’ve never done this before. So whisper sweet nothings to me. Sorry these next chapters are set up, but it’ll be worth the wait I promiseeeee.

My phone vibrated right as I walked up to the big sliding doors in the entry of the hospital. I felt like they were going to swallow me whole. My mom texted me saying that she'd meet me in the ICU lobby.

I made my way up to the ICU floor and just then got a call from my boss. I paused at the entry way to answer it. I ended up sending an email from my phone in the taxi on the way to the airport.

"Hey Stella. I'm really sorry to hear about your dad and brother. You have 2 weeks of paid time you can take but anything longer than that, we might have to work something out. Why don't you call me in a week or so to see how it's going. If you think you'll need more time, maybe you can work remotely as you are able. Let us know if you need anything." Maria said to me. I was stunned. She was typically very to the point. Almost cold even. This was the most humanity I've ever heard in her voice. Maybe I needed to rethink how I felt about her.

"Hey Maria. Thank you so much. I appreciate this more than you know. I just got here so I don't know anything yet but I'll keep you updated. Thanks again, have a great night." I replied, probably sounding pretty confused. Hopefully she took it as me being flustered from being here at the hospital. Because i was definitely flustered.

Just as I hung up, my mom appeared in the lobby. Already crying as she nearly ran to hug me. I pulled her in for a hug and cried with her. It was so much at one time and I didn't even know what was happening. I was so scared. And I think she was too. I was glad she wasn't pretending to be strong in this moment.

"Hi mama." I said as I pulled away a little. "Can I see them?" I asked, eager to know how they were.

"Yes of course, but first let me tell you what the doctors have been saying. I don't want you to go in there unprepared." She said and I just nodded in agreement. "They're in pretty bad shape. But, they've both woken up and have each spoken a few words. As of now, they don't think dad is going to be able to walk. There's a small chance he'll be able to regain the ability but we don't know enough yet. He doesn't know that yet so please don't mention it. He's been in surgery to put a rod in his femur. It was broken pretty badly. He has a few broken ribs, cuts, bruises, and a decent concussion. Jude has a pretty gnarly concussion too. They're not seeing evidence of long term damage which is a miracle but we will have to keep watching. He has a few broken ribs, a broken leg, and one of his arms was broken in a few places. They fixed that with surgery this morning. As long as infections stay away and no new complications arise, they think they're going to be okay." She quietly. I heard everything she said but I'm not sure I processed it. It was like when words seem to be coming to you in a tunnel, and it takes you a minute to realize anyone spoke anything to you at all. I started crying again. I didn't want to see them hurt but I needed to see them alive. "El, are you okay? Do you want to take some time before you go in?" She asked, wiping the tears away from my face.

"I'm as ready as I'll ever be. I don't want to wait any longer." I said, standing up and immediately feeling dizzy from standing too fast. Mom stood with me and steadied me. She took my hand and she took me back with her.

Both dad and Jude were sleeping when I got there. I told mom she should go home and shower and grab some things now that she knows they're stable. I reassured her that I could hold down the fort.

I found the blankets and set up a bed on the bench in dads room. And with the 3 hour time difference and waking up so early, I was feeling like a nap might do me some good. I plugged my phone in and let myself slip into the deep sleep my body so desperately needed.

Austin's Point of View

It took me almost the entire drive to my dad's house to realize that Stella's sweater was still sitting on my passenger seat.

Damn. I should bring that to her, right? Surely she'll notice it's gone and ask for it back when she finds my note.

I pulled up the drive way and I was overcome with exhaustion from the travel day. And excitement to be home. I missed it here. I grabbed the sweater and put it in to my suitcase so it wouldn't get lost in the shuffle. And I really hoped she'd be calling me by the end of the night.

I opened the garage. Dad's car was gone, he must be working. And honestly that was fine with me. I just wanted to take a nap. I brought my bags up to the guest room, plugged my phone charger in to the wall, and made sure my phone was on full volume so I'd wake up if anyone called me. If Stella called me.

I pulled my book out of my backpack and laid down to rest and read. It really didn't take me more than 5 minutes to fall asleep.

Stella's Point of View

I woke up in a panic. It was still light out. Or was it morning? I sleepily leaned over to tap my phone.

7:13am. Did I really sleep all the way through the night? Jesus. Emotional exhaustion is a real thing apparently.

I looked over and saw my dad laying in his hospital bed, hooked up to all sorts of things. He was still asleep. I was wishing he'd wake up soon so I could say hi. So I could say anything to him and hear his voice.

I stood up and immediately felt the airplane still on me. I grabbed my toiletries bag and brought it in to the bathroom. I always kept a few changes of clothes in my toiletries bag for when I shower in weird places. Right then, a nurse walked in to check on my dad and I asked if it was alright that I showered. She reassured me it would be fine so off I went. Into this weird, sterile smelling bathroom. I turned the shower knob to get the water warming up.

I braced the sink and stared at myself in the mirror. And god did I look tired. Exhausted. My hair was a mess from my long sleep, my mascara was smeared from yesterday. Better hop in.

As the hot water ran over my body, i thought about yesterday. Was yesterday even real? Did I actually meet Austin fucking Butler? It had to have been a dream in my delirium.

I finished my shower, dried off, brushed my teeth, and went to dig through my bag for something to wear. More black leggings, an oversized black t shirt with a skeleton holding a coffee mug. It said "death before decaf" and honestly, I lived by that. I got dressed, brushed my hair, and went to grab my cardigan.

My cardigan. Where the fuck did I put that? It would have been in this bag. Or it's on the bed. I never opened my suitcase. Oh well, I'll look for it later.

I gathered my things and left the bathroom to find my mom back. We chatted for a while and she told me that dad and Jude will be moved out of ICU today. They're stable. And god what a relief that was to hear.

I went across the hall to check on Jude. He was still asleep too. They said it would be that way. A lot of sleep for their brains to heal. They were also given medicine to help with the pain and those meds also made them tired.

I cleaned my bed up and grabbed my book. I walked down to the cafe to grab coffee and breakfast. A book, a nice hot cup of coffee, and a coffee cake to start my morning.

Coffee cake. It was one of Austin's favorites. I guess yesterday really did happen.

I smiled. Remembering the way his cheeks rose up and lit his entire face when he smiled. And then I felt sad, because I'd never see him again in that light. I hated the thought of it.

It is what it is Stella, get over it.

#austin butler #austin butler fanfiction #austin butler fluff #austin butler smut #austin butler x reader #austin butler elvis #angst with a happy ending

[jodilin65]

I am so pissed off right now and so damn exhausted that I can’t write about everything that’s going on in this entry. I’ll just copy what I wrote in the car and carry on with it some other time.

We’re going to be under new management at the park soon. I hope whoever the new person is isn’t anything like Joy or Stacey.

Yesterday was a shitty day. Had to play phone for hours with the ENT office, Aetna, and even Rhonda’s. The ENT’s staff are completely incompetent and the concierge is as contradicting as ever. All they did was give us conflicting info and jerk us around like a yo-yo. Finally, we called Rhonda’s office and they said they had a physical copy of my referral. We’re on the way right now to pick up that copy. Worst case scenario, we have to pay out of pocket just like we’ve had to with other things we weren’t supposed to pay for. I figured there had to be a catch when I learned how cheap this insurance plan was!

Either way, I’m not leaving that ENT’s office till it’s cleaned. It needs it. Also, I’ll schedule the next appointment 4 months out instead of 6. That way when the games start again and they cancel me again, I’ve got a two-month cushion to reschedule.

I almost regretted moving here yesterday as the healthcare is just so fucked up here! So are the roads as we encountered yet another accident. Most of them happen in the middle of the street. There are medians with cutouts that cars dart across and there are tons of accidents in these spots. The SUV was turned on its side.

Slept horribly with a 2-hour gap in my sleep after having the third nightmare in a row. How did I go from not remembering my dreams to having a nightmare every night? As comfortable as this bed is, I just couldn’t get comfortable and was tossing and turning like crazy till I finally drifted back off. Now I get how Aly once said she couldn’t get comfortable at times and I suggested a new mattress yet she said hers was fine. The only problem with mine is that we had to add more water to the tubes. We added 8 cups per tube but we may still have to add more. We checked and didn’t find any leaks, so we’re guessing the tubes just stretched a bit. The things are surprisingly short in height. I pictured dome-shaped tubes with a flat rigid bottom but they’re shallow oblong tubes.

Tom’s sleep was also split up by 4 hours only his brain could actually function and he did $16 worth of work. I did $31 yesterday. If we each made $20 a day 5 days a week that would give us an extra $800 a month. The plasma place is open again too, so he may donate tomorrow.

Anyway, my stomach was all messed up due to the poor sleep. I doubt it’ll do me much good but I’m going to give the mouthguard another try soon.

Anyway, in this nightmare I had, I was in an adult version of Valleyhead, thanks to my parents who were alive. Everyone had their own room, though. I visited a woman’s room and liked the way she had it set up. I also seemed to know her well. She was on the ground floor and had a door open to the outside. It was cold, dark, and snowy, wherever it was.

Then we were all in a common area sitting in rows of benches. There were about 5 people on each bench and about 6 rows.

Just got the referral and nearly fell flat on my ass. I tripped on a bump in the sidewalk but because I’m so fat and so exhausted I had to run several steps to catch myself when I could normally catch myself in just a second. I really think I’m going to have to see a sleep specialist. This is just ridiculous. I don’t understand how Tom and others can get used to poor sleep.

Back to the dream. My father visited one time and asked why I didn’t take advantage of a certain grant I had and make a decent career for myself. Why didn’t I become a lawyer? he asked me, leaving me feeling worthless and not good enough and wishing I’d thought to ask him why he didn’t become a lawyer or get some “important” job like that himself.

As we were all sitting there, perhaps to watch a movie, I heard a really loud plane all of a sudden, and thought to myself, oh no, please tell me they don’t fly that low here! But then I looked out the window at the end of the long room and saw a plane heading right for us. I thought we were all dead for sure, but it plowed through the other side of the room.

I had a feeling this dream meant that it wasn’t going to be a good day, and it wasn’t. But I now know more than I did earlier and will write about it some other time. For now, I just have to hope to hell I don’t have a nightmare tonight, too.

[antnjo]

Observations, thoughts and general ranting…

Orlando was hot, not a surprise, but still you just can’t imagine what it’s like until you are there (and Joanne really struggled with the heat)

I loved the Disney theme parks more than the Universal ones. I think the Universal parks would appeal more to people who love the thrill rides and roller coasters. Having said that the Harry Potter areas where fantastic and I did really enjoy those. And I loved the ButterBeer 🍺.

The turn right on a red light it quite a cool road rule, especially seeing how long you wait at traffic lights. It almost got to point where you hoped you were going to turn right.

It didn’t take me as long as I thought it would to get used to driving on the right (or should that be the wrong) side of the road. Other than the odd wiper to indicate turning left, things went smoothly, and no scary moments 😊

The only issue with the rental car was the wipers were shot, I mean absolutely stuffed, just smeared the water. So on the first night driving from the Airport to the Air BnB, early hours of the morning, tired, in the rain, on unfamiliar roads, driving on the wrong side of the road, was a stressful trip. Other than this, I loved the Audi.

Space 220 restaurant at EPCOT was more than I imagined, so glad we got to go there, a definite highlight 👍👍👍

We traveled nearly 510 miles in the rental car (thankfully, mostly in fine weather) so about 820 kms, and I have to say the thought of getting into an accident and then getting sued is in your mind a lot of the time.

But having said that, I have to say American drives generally are very courteous. Especially giving way to pedestrians (again probably due to getting sued scenario).

It’s strange to drive all these km’s and not see any speed enforcement. Can you imagine driving that far in NZ without seeing some sort of Police presence on the roads!

I have to admit, by my own choice, I feel like I have eaten a lot of fries 🍟

The Air BnB that Joanne chose, was perfectly placed for the Disney parks, and about 30 minutes from the Universal parks. Being a gated community felt very reassuring and safe. The Air BnB was spacious, had everything we needed and more. The only let down was that the decor was old and tired, the carpets in particular were well past their use by date.

Whenever you convert the US$ to NZ$, you realise how little our money is worth compared to theirs.

As you may have noticed I did buy a few T Shirts, that is sort of my thing, it means for years to come when I put these shirts on a relive the memories of the holiday. I think I brought 14 this time 👕. Something you may not have noticed is that Joanne always tried to match her accessories to the T Shirt I was wearing on the day.

To give you an idea of the heat/humidity in the morning, say you drive down the road in the car, which always has the air conditioning on, you step out of the car, your glasses fogged up, every time 🫢

Flicking a light switch up to turn on, just goes against the grain.

Overall we had a great holiday, it was nice to be staying at the one place and not moving every few days. It was fun, but tiring at the same time. And we can now tick that off our bucket list. Thank you Orlando, Florida for the great memories 😊😊😊

[wgc-productions]

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I still, to this day, can not tell you where the idea came from. When I was at Howard University I wrote a short story for a creative writing class about a depressed Indian man in 1950s New York and two weeks later a side character in that story named "Tiny" became the lead of a show about addiction in modern day Washington D.C. I don’t know what made me think that was a story worth telling, but it’s what happened!

I was writing furiously, but I still had no clue how it was going to be made. Suddenly (honest to God, it was out of the blue), one of my theater professors connected me with Nathan Gabriel who happened to be a director who was “currently looking for some audio projects to pursue during these quarantined times” 

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Boom! Nathan’s friend recommends Mo McKynzie, but the day of the audition she gets into a car accident. Somehow she still manages to send in a tape and it’s perfect. Genuinely perfect. We have a lead, we record in a week-and-a-half, and Small Victories Season 1 is out six months later. 

There were so many reasons why Small Victories should not have happened, but it did. And once it was out I could see why it was so important that it was released. So many people have shared with me how Small Victories has helped them process and articulate their own feelings when it comes to their struggles with addiction. Or they’ve spoken about how Small Victories helps them empathize with loved ones who struggle with addiction. And even people who don’t have any relationship with addiction have expressed how Marisol makes them want to be kinder to themselves. 

It’s the honor of my life that I get to be a part of a project and team that is able to have a real impact on people from all across the world, and I hope that you are able to join our Season 2 Crowdfunding Campaign so you can become a part of this project of ours in your own way. -Jade Madison Scott (Creator/Writer/Producer)

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He just blinks at you, completely baffled and not sure what to address first.

Wait— he got in an accident? When was that? Is he okay? He realizes the two of you have never really talked much about family or your pasts… other than what happened with Kirishima. Babe are you okay? He’s not sure how he’s supposed to react to that.

-💥

Yeah— I’m okay! He’s fine too. It was a few years ago. It finally registers that we really have never talked about any of this. There was a time when Eijiro and I were still together— I flew home after it happened. It was a long time ago, so I doubt you’ll have remembered. He was so badly injured we nearly lost him, and he never had time to fix her up. Didn’t really think it was worth it, but I did…

I lean back against the car and brace my hands behind me on the open hood, I never told Ei about the car getting shipped here either… Kinda wanted to see if I could fix it all by myself. For my dad.

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[bigilante]

〖 her best friend ❣ zendaya 〗

「 zendaya x gender-neutral!reader 」 ┅ 「 2.7k words 」

: a.n : back at it again with the unsolicited fics :)) i hope you guys like it 👉🏼👈🏼

⤷ : prompt : separated forcefully or for reasons you can’t control, run into each other again years later on accident.

“Do you think they’ll ever stop making headlines calling us ‘very good friends’?” You halfheartedly laughed at yet another Instagram post by some magazine that showed you and Zendaya out and about LA. “Like, the minute you hang out with any guy they’re like, ‘Oh! Date alert!’ But I’m just your ‘best friend’” You were ranting now, unable to hide the annoyance you felt.

“Why does it matter what they say?” Zendaya quizzed, her hands playing with the waist string of your sweats. She looked up at you from her slumped down position on the sofa, her faint frown making you sigh.

“Because... don’t you feel is a bit homophobic?” You wondered, placing your phone face down on top of your stomach to give her your full attention. The brunette just shrugged nonchalantly and you let out another sigh picking your phone again to close the app, “I’m gonna head out.” It was best to just leave then, you didn’t want to get in a stupid argument with her not before you were set to leave for New York the very next morning. You began to incorporate but Zendaya’s hands gripped your thighs keeping them draped over hers.

“Y/n, come on.” She said, gorgeous hazel eyes pleading at you. What exactly? You had no idea but for a second, you were about to give in however a loud ding coming from your phone stopped you. Your eyes scanned the screen and the reminder that had popped up read ‘PACK ! 4 ! N Y C !’, you sent her an apologetic glance before getting off the sofa, gathering your stuff and petting Noon goodbye.

Zendaya had stood up from the sofa too, watching your every move intently, probably trying to figure out if you were upset with her. The truth was, you didn’t know if you were upset with her or with the media, it was possible that both had a little part in your now sour mood. “See you next week, best friend. Love you.” You joked before swinging the front door open and leaving. The week was going to feel like a month, you knew, but the hope that making that simple joke followed by the declaration would ease things up was strong.

But what did hopefulness ever bring if not disappointment and heartache?

Seeing medium-quality paparazzi pictures of your girlfriend as soon as you landed from a five-hour flight wasn’t exactly the way you wanted to be welcomed to New York. You sat quietly in the back of an Uber trying not to cry as your eyes stared at the images on your phone. A series of pictures of Zendaya and Tom leaving her house, —they must had been taken that morning while you were on your way to the airport— the further you scrolled down the Twitter trends the more you felt like throwing up. Them in his car. Tom’s hand reaching for Zendaya’s jaw. Both leaning in. Kissing. Laughing.

It felt like a punch to the face, it was the worst feeling you had ever endured and the people that caused it were the last you would’ve thought could ever dare to hurt you. Your trembling hands fumbled with the settings on your account, privating it and blocking her and Tom, doing the same with Instagram followed by their numbers on your phone. It felt like doing a cleansing, the pressure in your chest easing only minimally when you locked your phone and looked out into the running city. You wanted to scream and cry, break stuff, throw your phone away and not show to work, you just wanted to go hide in your Airbnb for the rest of the week and pretend you and Zendaya never happened.

The reality was that you two had happened and it was far too hard to pretend it didn’t, your heart ached both physically and metaphorically and you hated every second of it. For that week you spent in New York no one shut up about the photos, every person you worked with had that hot, brand new ‘goss’ about the pair that had hurt you so badly.

You sat in the quiet living room of the apartment you had been living in whilst in the big city, laptop sitting in front of you as you cancelled your flight back to LA, changing the tab to the Airbnb’s one to pay for a few more days. You had been holding yourself together the whole time you were there, work keeping you busy and sleeping pills doing their magic at the end of the day but it could only go so far. Glassy, stinging eyes stared blankly at the empty inbox of your email, the cursed images projecting over the blank space and you just weren’t strong enough anymore, you couldn’t, so you cried and choked and screamed until your throat and eyes were sore; until your whole body was drained of every bit of energy.

Little by little you were sweeping your life clean of her, clearing out your phone’s camera roll, changing your number. Deleting social media was a big no for your job so filtering everything and anything that had to do with them was the only option, that and spending little to no time online. You had stopped to think one night of the what-ifs of the situation, you were aware that Zendaya’s publicist wasn’t so happy about you and her dating publically and Tom’s was obsessed with boosting the Spider-man movies at all cost, still, giving you a heads up about it would had been the right thing to do.

For a year and a half, you made yourself busy, going back and forth wasn’t something you enjoyed but it worked to avoid unwanted visits and accidental encounters. Enough time had passed, you thought as you stopped booking in so many clients across the country and settled back in your LA home. “You know what? I could go for a thick, sugary milkshake, right now.” Naomi told you as you put down your half-empty box of fried noodles on the coffee table.

“Are you serious?” You asked incredulous receiving an enthusiastic nod from your friend. “Naomi, we just had Chinese and you wanna wash it down with a milkshake?” She rolled her eyes at you when you pointed it out.

“Fine, what about Bubble U? Bubble tea is Chinese isn’t it?” She offered, her question prompting you to send her an unamused glare. “Yep, Bubble U it is, then!” Naomi jumped up, going straight to the door. Reluctantly you got up from the floor, groaning all the way to the door where you got ready to go out, “Come on! It’ll be fun!” She chirped while she pulled you out of the house. You hated to admit it but you had completely modified your life after the heartbreak, once you settled back home you barely left it, you didn’t attend parties unless it was for work or go out with your friends unless it was at any of their houses. You didn’t walk around the city that often anymore in fear of bumping into her.

“I miss this.” You sighed as you walked down Chinatown with your friend, the coldness of your drink pleasant against the palm of your hand. “Just walking around town.” You continued taking a sip of the milk tea.

“I still don’t get why you had to stop going out with us.” Naomi said inciting you to turn to look at her, “I mean, I know why it’s just… you didn’t have to stop.” She rephrased it giving you an apologetic glance. You knew how much your friends hated the idea of you not being able to be you after the whole thing with Zendaya and Tom happened but it was your way of coping with it and even though they didn’t agree with it, they supported you.

“Well, I’m outside now, aren’t I?” You nudged her side with your elbow making her giggle as she nudged you back. “Maybe this is me getting back to my old self.” Hope laced your every word as you looked around the busy street. The way the golden light of the setting sun washed over the buildings made the outing worth the risk.

LA was the second-largest city in the United States, with a population of nearly four million that one could think the chances of crossing paths with a lover-turned-stranger was one in millions, yet, there you were rooted to the pavement as your wide eyes stared at the tall and thin figure coming out of one of the many restaurants that dotted the street. “Come on, let’s go back.” Naomi said, placing her hand on the crook of your elbow ready to pull you out of there but something inside your chest told you to keep moving forward.

So you did, you started walking again letting your friend’s hand slip away from you. She was quick to follow, whisper-shouting at you that whatever you were doing probably wasn’t the best idea. The closer you got to her the more nervous you felt, it’s been over a year since you last saw her and god, was she even more beautiful than before; long legs clagged in camel coloured trousers, feet sporting her beloved black converse. Her top was white, a little see-through and you cursed at how much it still drove you absolutely crazy in the most irritating sense.

Curls tucked into an elastic on top of her head in a carefree and relaxed way, a few stubborn strands hanging out framing her face and gracing her neck. She was laughing loudly at something Darnell said, that laugh you had forced yourself to forget but the second it hit your ears, you realised how badly you had missed it. Then everything stopped, Naomi’s panicked telling off, Darnell’s chatting and Zendaya’s laughing. It all had stopped but the rambling around the four of you.

You stood in front of Darnell while Naomi stood in front of Zendaya, your friend’s usually amicable attitude disrupted by the scowl on her face as she glared Zendaya’s way only the brunette’s pupils were set on you with no apparent intention of averting. “It’s you,” She breathed out, hope barely perceivable in her tone. You only hummed at the observation, your eyes moving from hers down to her hands that were gripping the long lanyard that held her phone around her neck. Her nerves were evident then, the intensity with which she clutched it seemed to be draining the blood flow from her fingers. “I— How—” Zendaya tried to speak but failed, letting out a shaky breath. “How have you been?”

“Are you fucking kidding me!?” Naomi protested, you understood where your friend was coming from but you also needed that, you needed to speak to Zendaya just one more time to be able to finally let everything go. You needed her to confirm your theory just so you could move on and Darnell seemed to be on the same page as you for he stepped in between you and Naomi, throwing his arm around her shoulders to guide her away from you two. You heard her object some more but ultimately she complied and walked away.

“I’ve been fine. You?” You eventually spoke after short but agonising seconds of silence.

“I don’t know. There are good days among the terrible ones, so... fine, I guess?” She shrugged a shoulder. With a nod of your head, you looked past her over her shoulder to see a man pointing a camera at you, you were about to warn her when she began speaking again. “Y/n, I’m so sorry about—” Zendaya started but you shook your head no making her stop, you realised then that you did want to talk to her but not on the street in front of that many people and certainly not when there were paparazzi nearby.

“Heard the movie did well.” Your tongue betrayed your brain. Zendaya tried to speak once more but you cut her again. “I’m glad it did. Made it all worth it, didn’t it?” You faked a small smile nearly choking on the words, the anxious lump in your throat threatening to cut your airflow.

“No, It didn’t.” Zendaya denied taking a step closer to you forcing you to hold your breath with the sudden move. “I was a total asshole to you before you left, then Marla wanted me and Tom to do that for a while and I don’t even know why I did it.” She ranted in one breath.

“I upset you.” The statement earned you a furious head shake from the tall girl. “I did. I kept bugging you about the articles,” You carried on, inconspicuously your eyes started to line with tears. The more you talked the more you realised that maybe, just maybe there was a bit of blame in you too, however, that didn’t mean Zendaya was absolved from any. “You never said a thing to me about the stunt.”

“I felt like I didn’t need to, I wasn’t gonna do it.”

“But you did. The morning I left LA.” You mumbled, trying to hide from the second man with a camera that had appeared closer than the first.

“Fuck, I know it was a shitty thing to do and I’m sorry,” She took another small step forward.

“You always told me kissing in public wasn’t your thing.” You exposed, tears irrevocably breaking the surface tension and cascading down your cheeks. Flicking your gaze up at her you saw nothing but hurt and regret written all over her gorgeous face and your heart squeezed at the sight. She had never spoken about it and neither had you asked, you just felt it in your heart that she was scared of how the media would treat you both if they ever found out you were dating, you knew the times had changed but there were still closed-minded people that ran gossip magazines and could make your lives a living hell the moment they caught you holding hands in public or worst, kissing.

The murmuring around you increased, reminding you that you were in a very public place crying in front of your secret ex-girlfriend. “Fuck that.” Zendaya grumbled. One moment she was a small step away from you and the next her hands were cupping your face and her lips were softly pressed against yours. The action took your breath away instantly, still, you found yourself powerless against the familiar taste and feel of her and allowed her to kiss you as long as she wanted to in front of how many people she wanted to. There were yelps and gasps all around the two of you and you started to regain conscience and pulled away.

Wide, watery eyes staring up at the girl mere inches away from your face. “Th-there’s pap—”

“I don’t care.” She whispered before she captured your lips once more, this time deeper and twice as intensely as the first time. Your hands scurried to her waist, bringing her flush to your body as you kissed her back gladly, desperately wanting her lips to make the past year bleep out of your core memories.

The night went by slowly as if the universe was granting you more time to spend in the arms of the girl you loved. She never once let a second of silence go by you, filling it with a whispered apology and a kiss. You talked about everything the time you spent apart brought to both of you, she told you about firing her publicist right after the pictures came out, about how she understood why you had cut her off without any explanation and how bad both her and Tom felt with the whole thing.

Articles flooded the internet that very night as well as the next morning, however, neither of you knew of them right away for any device that could be hooked to a WiFi signal was rightfully turned off while you basked in the presence of each other under the covers of Zendaya’s bed.

“Spider-man Star Zendaya shares intense kiss with BFF, Celeb Stylist y/n l/n in the middle of Chinatown! Swipe to see the pictures!”

It might be 2021 but some things refused to change.

【 thank you so much for reading! ♡ please, consider reblogging and letting me know what you thought of this ♡ kit xx 】

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