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jjungkookislife · 24 days

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IT’S HERE!!! 🥳 I’ve been waiting for this since you posted that you were part Daddy’s Home Fest. I love me some domestic fics with cutie babies 🥺 I would just like to say that this might be all over the place cause I wrote my comments on my notes as I was reading so please bear with me 😅

Right from the sneak peak you showed us, I knew their bickering was gonna be a fun ride 😂 I can’t really blame them for being mad at the other cause I see both sides and can understand each one.

I love how right after talking it out with Yoongi being told to just not park there anymore, he still calls it HIS parking spot 😂 I mean if there’s no official spots for staff, then it’s the spot of the one that parks first. So their fight over it is hilarious to me 🤣 And why does he keep ruining her clothes?!?!? I can’t really blame MC. Even I would think it’s intentional by now, but knowing it isn’t makes it funnier. He gets annoyed cause he already apologized but it’s kinda hard to accept his apology when it keeps happening. He’s pretty clumsy and unaware of his surroundings, good thing he’s cute 😂

Poor Tae, must be hard since he knows Jimin isn’t a bad guy but also wants to be loyal to his bff 😅 but I love how she doesn’t want Tae to be caught between their “fight”.

I also want a JK and Hobi to give me a basket of products frequently 😫 cause that ain’t cheap and my broke ass could only dream of having friends THAT generous 😳

MC being petty with by taking the last hazlenut coffee and taking her d*mn time to finish making it. Pure evil 😈 there goes being “cordial” 🤭 They’re both so petty, i love it 😍😂

And it’s so cute how Harin and Mc adores each other 🥺

Oh no, MC is upping her game and convinced Tae to help her scheming. And now the prank war begins and no one wants to be the first to back down 👀 Personally, I am not a fan of pranks, especially those being done to me cause I’m also petty and hold grudges 😬

Not Tae calling her out the she like him 😂 Those two just wants to rile up each other with these pranks 🥴

Ohmygod! The fake poop 😱🤢 I would seriously be mortified if I saw that on my car 😭 Harin’s reaction was adorable 🥺😂

I knew when friday the 13th and the chocolate cake was mentioned that it was Jimin’s bday cake so I was already dreading when MC took a slice of it 🫣 Good thing Jimin laughed it off but I would seriously still be dying of embarrassment in MC’s place 😭

Are Harin and Jimin’s bday the same or just really close?!? And Mama Park setting Chim up with MC 👀 Good thing cause this petty “war” needs to finally be done 😮‍💨

Koo and Yoon are having the time of their lives finding out who MC is and then Jimin and the others finding out too 🤣

Not MC daydreaming about Min right beside him during the game 😂

They’re flirting 🥴 And they finally apologized, took them long enough 🙄😂 The kiss at the end was 🤌

I really loved this story 😍 That was so good and you wrote 16k worth of it 😳 I really loved the characters you created and hopefully, you can let is see a glimpse of them in drabbles in the future. Only if you want to ofcourse. No pressure ☺️ All in all, it was written really well and I really enjoyed it. Thank you so much for this and I hope you take care of yourself 💜

Ah, honestly this fic came to me so easily after i signed up so I'm glad i was able to post it :)

you took notes? I'm screaming thank you!

A lot of schools I worked at as a substitute teacher or tutor (especially our office) had limited parking spots so if you didn't get there early, good luck finding a spot! once i parked, that's where i stayed until I had to leave lmao

Imagine if they're fighting over the spot, and someone else entirely uninvolved took it one day lol they'd be dumbfounded or perhaps think the other got a new car lol i can see them staking out the spot to confirm and be confused af when someone else gets out

Yoongi was trying to be the voice of reason lol but Jimin just would not listen lmao in his head, it was HIS spot lmao maybe they'll carpool after their date. And something i learned in college and later on from working in schools, always have an extra set of clothes in the car, undergarments included bc you never know when you'll have to change. Jimin was so clumsy but it wasn't his fault (okay it was) he wasn't aware of his surroundings and the pudding had a mind of its own 😂😂😂

Taehyung was in a rough spot. He tried not to get involved but he did without being fully aware of what was going on when he went to lunch but overall i think he did a good job trying to stay neutral 😂

JK and Hobi had ulterior motives for the skincare lol they figured if they did it as a friendly gesture, Jimin wouldn't suspect they wanted him looking fabulous before they suggested he start dating, so all in all, they were trying to butter him up. if he hadn't found MC then the next step was a new wardrobe

They did their best to get on each other's nerves lmao MC loves annoying Jimin, especially since he got coffee and pudding on her clothes. so any opportunity to annoy him was a win 😂

Harin absolutely ADORES mc, they get along so well, and Harin is MC's star pupil :)

I wanted the pranks to be as harmless as possible, more of an inconvenience than anything else. i HATE hurtful pranks so I went with the desktop background thing and the googly eyes and fake poop. and Jimin left his car in the lot over the weekend. he was originally going to get picked up in an uber in front of MC but Yoongi was already picking up Lila and Harin, so it made sense Jimin would get picked up too lol

Harin's reaction to the fake poop was hilarious! she's so cute! and Tae immediately realizes that MC has a crush on Jimin! he's been around for ages so he knows how she gets with a crush lol

I loved the Friday the 13th cake incident! i was so excited to write it lmao Harin's birthday is the 14th of October so they shared a birthday party and yes, MC was mortified when she realized she had cut and eaten Jimin's birthday cake. Jimin found it hilarious!

Jungkook and Yoongi were having a wonderful time laughing at Jimin's expense! everything just clicked! and mc can't help but daydream about Jimin lmao she wasn't expecting to meet Jimin's friends and her mom's friend of a friend who wanted to set her up with her son who happens to take her parking spot everyday lol the kiss was my favorite! they were supposed to kiss the second time they fell on each other but i wanted it to be a little more private.

I definitely had so much fun writing this story, i was surprised i hit 16k whoops, editing was rough, i had to do it in sections and then go back and fix a few more things. and then tumblr wouldn't let me post so i had to use my husband's computer lol bless him. i would like to write a few drabbles for them in the future, maybe of their first date and a few of them later on in the future and perhaps Halloween and their first time carpooling lol

thank you so much! i know i say this every time but i appreciate you so much 💜💜💜 take care! 💜

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gothpanda · 4 years

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A Little Bit of Attitude Ch. 13: Not Getting Rid of Me

WORD COUNT: 4.8k

A/N: I went to HEB yesterday at 7am & I wanted to die. Practice Social Distancing & read my story! Also, the date is my bday lol

WARNINGS: Language. Vince trying to be nice. Sammi getting annoyed

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SEPTEMBER 13TH 1983

The California sun rose slowly rose high, changing the colors of the sunrise pink and orange. An echo of little bird chirps made noise in the morning with the sound cars driving down the street. A scent of coffee filled the downstairs of the condo made by Sammi. In her room, she placed her empty coffee mug on her desk, finishing the last steps of her morning routine. Opening the closet door, the brunette stood in front of a full-length mirror to take a hold on her hair. She parted the locks into equal halves, braiding the sections as fast and pretty as she could. Sammi tied the end of her long black Aerosmith shirt, just above the button of her jean shorts.

She bent down to the closet floor, grabbing her black messenger bag to toss onto the wooden desk chair. Standing in front, she gathered her pencil bag and textbooks that were scattered on her desk. As she checked off her mental notepad, the distanced sound of a car door shut caught the attention of Sammi’s ears. She glanced out her window for a quick second only to fully look outside with confusion. In the parking lot, Sammi could see Vince wide awake as he walked over to her car right out front. He sat on the black hood, drinking out of a McDonald’s coffee cup with a cigarette between his fingers. Sammi scrunched her eyebrows hard as she swung the bag over her shoulder, sprinting downstairs. She ignored the shout from one of her roommates in the kitchen, heading straight for outside.

Stumbling out the front door, Sammi stomped up to Vince who had a bright smile on his face hiding his eyes behind sunglasses.

“Good morning!” Vince said, holding up his cup of coffee “Want some?”

Sammi crossed her arms, unable to think of words at this exact moment. “No! Why are you at my house?”

“I’m going to take you to school,” Vince said, sipping on his coffee and exchanging for a puff of his cigarette.

“Again, why?” Sammi asked, the space between her eyebrows wrinkling more

“Because I wanted to hang out with you without booze around for once. Or drugs around. And in actual daylight!” Vince said pointing up at the sky above him.

Sammi shook her head, “That doesn’t mean you have to come to school with me at 9 in the morning,”

“Maybe I want to start my college career, have you thought about that? Being a singer may not last long,” Sammi only looked at Vince longer, wanting more than jokes.

“Don’t you need your GED before stepping into college?” Sammi asked, sarcasm being her only language in the morning.

Vince huffed as he takes his sunglasses off, “Alright fine, I just want one day where we hang out and it doesn't end up in shit. Just one normal Sammi day of not partying. Okay?”

Sammi softened her shoulders, uncrossing her arms as she looked at her feet. She pursed her lips, thinking for a moment. “Fine, you can come with me to school. Clearly saying no isn’t going to work on you,” Sammi said, walking to the drivers' side of her car. Vince smiles proudly to himself, hopping off the hood as he jogged to the other side of the Impala, sliding into the passenger seat. Sammi rubbed the middle of her eyebrows, trying to relax in hopes for normalcy.

Vince hadn’t stepped a foot into a place of education since his junior year of high school, never thinking he would be exactly on a college campus. California State University was just wide fields of grass and giant buildings spread in between. He could see some seating areas where people were reading so early in the day. The congested parking lots only made Sammi and Vince get a workout on their legs, aiming for the science building. Vince glanced down Sammi’s butt and legs, seeing how toned they were as she walked a bit ahead of him. He only stayed quiet, following the younger girl.

Stepping foot into the classroom was nothing like Vince thought it would be. A small auditorium had five rows of long tables with ten chairs cascading down to the board where the Professor stood behind a podium, pulling out papers in their briefcase. They began writing down on the giant green chalkboard, hearing the chalk clash. Sammi dropped her bag onto the last table at the very back of the room, sitting down as others piled into the room. The room almost filled up, leaving only a handful of seats out of the 50. Vince slowly sat next to Sammi, seeing her pull out a thick textbook with the words ‘Cell Biology’ in bold white front on the front. Vince looked at the pages Sammi flipped through, raising an eyebrow then looking at the board. Others followed the same steps, getting comfortable in their seats with their supplies out. The blonde rested in his seat, tapping away on the table.

“You can still leave you know,” Sammi whispered to Vince. Vince scuffed and raised an eyebrow, “You’re not getting rid of me that easily,” Sammi only looked ahead from her, seeing the professor stand ready.

“Now last Friday we talked about the most commonly known structures in biology such as fatty acids. To dive in further we know molecules are what becomes more visible for the structures, is that correct?” the Professor asks, stopping their pace to face the class. A quiet unison of yes echoes in the class, just as Vince is barely trying to read what is on the board.

“Well then if you read up to the chapters, let me ask you all this. In the system, there is an arrangement of two molecules one of which has fatty acid chains connected to make the molecule. These form a cell membrane. With this little information, does anyone know what exactly I am describing?” The Professor asked, crossing their arms behind their backs as they scanned the class.

Many students stayed quiet, looking at each other for an answer but not knowing what to say. Vince rested his chin in the palm of his hands, yawning as he saw everyone think. Girls he saw looked his way almost as if they forgot they were in class. He tried his hardest to pay no attention to them, looking at the Professor like a good student.

“Phospholipid bilayer,” Sammi mumbled, chewing on the edge of her pen as she was slouching over the table. She looked at her notes, then at the people below her. Vince wrinkled his nose, hearing Sammi mumble next to him. Switching glances between Sammi and the Professor, Vince raised his hand high in the air quickly gaining the attention fast of the Professor. The Professor tilted their head, confused to see a new face in the class.

“Yes sir, you have the answer?” The Professor asked, squinting their eyes at Vince.

“No, but she does,” Vince said pointing right at Sammi next to him. Sammi whipped her head to Vince, looking at him with wide eyes and a frown. Vince only gave Sammi a smile of encouragement. She looked at the Professor, straightening up in her seat.

“Ms. Bass? Do you have the answer?” The Professor asked.

“You’re describing a phospholipid bilayer,” Sammi said, shaking her leg from under the table as everyone in class turned back to see her talk. Sammi pinched her lips together, averting eye contact with anyone.

“Can you please give the full bases of what I am asking?” The Professor asked again.

“The pho-phospholipid bilayer consists of phosphate and lipid molecules on top of one another that forms the cell membrane,” said Sammi, playing with the end of one of her braids.

“Correct Ms. Bass. Good to see you have a boyfriend who encourages your known smarts,” The Professor said, walking to the board to erase any chalk marks for something new. Sammi’s eyes grew wide as she smiled awkwardly at her classmates looking back at her and Vince. She notices girls give her a certain look, only making her more uncomfortable.

“Also good to see someone read when they are told to,” The professor said with a raised voice. She giggled forcefully, looking at Vince “Yeah, my boyfriend,” she mumbled. Vince smirks at Sammi, leaning back in his chair as he hears the rest of the lecture. Sammi scratched her head, looking down at her notes feeling Vince's eyes.

“How the hell do you remember all that shit?” Vince asked Sammi as the two walked out of the building with a herd of students around them. He began grabbing the notebook and textbook from Sammi’s hands, gaining a raised eyebrow from Sammi with a quizzical smirk. “I barely remembered having to go to class when I was in high school,”

Sammi chuckled at Vince as the two walked past the clocktower in the middle of campus. “You just have to read until you forget what you read and then read it again until you remember it,” said Sammi.

Vince shook his head, looking through the scribbled pages of notes that contained organized equations. “Like the hell are these numbers for?” Vince asks, confused even more from spending a few hours in college.

“Calculus. Math still exists after geometry, you know?” Sammi says as the two got closer to the parking lot, seeing her car from a short distance.

“Hate to break it to ya, Sammi but I didn’t take geometry,” Vince said shrugging his shoulders with a tight-lipped smile. Sammi continued to giggle, grabbing the books from Vince in exchange for her car keys. Vince held up the keys in between them, raising an eyebrow to Sammi. “Take me somewhere to eat, Blondie,” Sammi said, walking over to the passenger seat.

“You trust me enough to drive your car?” Vince said, a smirk growing to Sammi. She nodded, leaning against the car.

“As long as you don’t fucking speed like Tommy, then yeah I trust you,” Sammi said, “Now unlock the car!”

Vince flashed a broad grin, unlocking the car for the both of them as Sammi slid into the passenger seat. The two drove away from the campus parking lot, heading straight for the middle of Los Angeles.

“When was the last time you got up in the morning for an early day,” Sammi asked, dipped a long french fry into a honey mustard sauce. Vince sipped on his vanilla milkshake, looking out at the pedestrians as he thought for a moment.

“I was going to say last week but we freaking started late,” Vince said, licking his lips, looking at Sammi as he relaxed in his seat. Sammi only shook her head, taking a bite of her cheeseburger. Vince gazed at Sammi, rubbing his palms on his jeans feeling them begin to sweat. Sammi twirled the straw from her soda, feeling Vince’s stare burn on her. It became a habit for the blonde to just look at Sammi while she wasn’t looking, yet having her feel it.

“Have you spoken to Tommy? Because I haven’t at all,” Vince asked, taking a tater tot from his plate in front of him. Sammi took a sip of her soda, straightening up in the seat to think on what to say.

“To me personally, he hasn’t talked to me. But I do know he told my parents he broke up with Roxie. They just reacted like normal,” Sammi said, biting her nails.

“What do you mean they reacted normally?” Vince asked, with scrunched eyebrows.

Sammi shrugged, “I mean we’re all used to Tommy announcing he’s in love with someone then it ending in a matter of minutes. Of course, they don’t know the full freaking story. My parents would probably kill him if they saw what happened,”

Vince nodded slowly, “And Athena?”

Sammi rolled her eyes wide, “Now she was going to kill Tommy. She told me she met Roxie for 5 minutes and didn’t even fucking tell me. She hated Roxie immediately,” Vince held a snicker at Sammi, grabbing another tater tot. “Didn’t tell her about Nikki though,”

“Eh would just make her hate him more than she already does,” Vince said, sipping his milkshake.

Sammi tilted her head at Vince, “You really think she hates him?”

Vince nodded, “Pretty sure all Athena thinks of Nikki is ‘guy who gave his little sister too much coke’,”

“Athena snorts coke too,” Sammi mumbled

Vince shot a look at Sammi, “Entirely different, Sam. Just listen and admit I’m sort of right,” Sammi pouted, taking a fry from her plate.

“I’m just saying Athena can’t get mad at Nikki really,”

“Why are you defending Nikki? I thought you were mad at him?”

“I’m not defending him! Nikki didn’t force me to do coke, I was the one that wanted to do it the times I saw,” Sammi said

Vince shook his head as he looked outside. “Well, then you probably did coke again during the U.S Festival. You act cuddly when you’re high especially to Nikki,” Vince mumbled

Sammi glared at Vince, kicking him in the shin from the under the table having the blonde wince at the slight pain. Vince rubbed his leg, scowling at Sammi with annoyance. The two gave cold stares to one another, not saying a word for a moment.

“And then you wonder why I try to get rid of you,” Sammi said, crossing her arms. Vince smirked at Sammi, sitting up straight in his booth. His eyes gave a bit of sparkle to the younger girl.

“Yet it’s almost 2 in the afternoon and you’re still here with me,” Vince grabbing Sammi’s leg to rest on his lap. Sammi only looked down at her food with a growing smile. “Remember I’m an encouraging boyfriend,”

Sammi rolled her eyes with a giggle, shaking her head as well. “Yeah who knows about my known smarts,”

“Hey, I knew you were smart. I just didn’t think you were extremely smart,” Vince said, lightly gliding his fingers down Sammi’s ankle. A chill went down Sammi’s back from the feather-like touch. Sammi pressed her lips together, taking a look at what was in front of her.

“How did you even know I had school today? I only told my parents my schedule,” Sammi asked, grabbing a tater tot from Vince’s half-empty plate.

“A little birdy named Britney. I called up your place and she answered, she thought it would be easier for me by ambushing you so early in the morning,” said Vince.

Sammi shook her head at the thought of Britney helping Vince. It was sweet in her mind but had the bug of the U.S Festival hit her again. The memory of hearing the muffled moans of her friend and the person she’s known from the age of 13.

“Also I didn’t know you were still kinda shy?” Vince asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I’m not shy, I would rather just not talk at all in class,” Sammi said with a pout, looking at Vince with big eyes. Vince nodded slowly at Sammi, playing with the laces of her shoes.

“So you’re still shy then,” Vince smirked

“Careful what you say, I have my foot pretty close to your dick,” Sammi said, flashing a smirk to the blonde.

“Yeah yeah, whatever you say,” said Vince. The two smiled at each for a moment before Sammi set out her gaze on the passing people.

“So what is it going to take for you to go on tour with us in January,” Vince asked Sammi as the two walked down a wide farmers market. Tents left and right, each having different fruits and vegetables to buy. A few other tents had handmade bracelets and necklaces to buy, some to personalize for the person. Sammi looked up for a moment, thinking about the idea of staying with the guys for a long period. Going on tour sounded fun to Sammi, but she couldn’t help to think of the chaos that follows. Everything had a good and a bad outcome with Motley Crue. If something felt good on one side, something became increasingly bad. Sammi could admit that it was her fault in some cases. It was like the angel and the devil whispering in the ear of someone.

“What exactly would I be doing if I was Doc’s assistant?” Sammi asked, undoing the braids in her hair. Her eyes followed the tent of the elderly couple, organizing bouquets.

“Well that I can think of, on the top of my head, you would make sure we got ready for shows on time,” Vince said, running his hand through Sammi’s loose hair.

“So basically I’d be your guy's babysitter?” Sammi side-eyed Vince, only to get a shrug from Vince.

“I mean pretty sure you’d get paid way better to be our babysitter than fold clothes all day,” Vince said, stopping in front of a tent where many bracelets laid out in different colors. Sammi looked down at the display in front of them, her eyes falling on a leather braid bracelet that had the color pink in the mix. Vince took notice at the same bracelet, looking to see Sammi. An older man walked up to the ‘couple’ with a carved wooden cane in his right hand.

“What can I do for you two?” the old man asked, running a hand through his long white beard.

“How much for that pink bracelet?” Vince asked, pointing at the handmade piece of jewelry.

“That sir costs you 5 dollars exactly,” The older man said, holding the bracelet up to Vince. Pulling out his wallet, Vince handed the man a perfect five in exchange for the piece of jewelry. Vince gently took hold of Sammi’s wrist, tying the two ends together.

“Don’t say I never get you anything,” Vince said, playfully pinching one of Sammi’s cheeks as he heard the older man chuckled. Sammi just shook her head and wrapped an arm around Vince’s waist.

“Yeah whatever,” said Sammi, looking fondly down at her wrist.

“You two remind me of me and my wife back in the 60s. Keep that young love going strong. It’ll help down the line,” The older man said, walking away from the front of the tent. He disappeared behind the tent, leaving the ‘couple’ thinking for a moment. Sammi looked at Vince with wide eyes, letting her arm fall off of Vince. Slowly walking away, Sammi heard Vince catching up to her. Vince felt the hesitant urge to swing his arm around Sammi, almost like all the girls he hangs around with. Instead, he only stuffed his hands in the pockets of his jean jacket.

“Thanks for the bracelet. I appreciate the random act of kindness,” Sammi said, tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear. Vince scratched the back of his head, looking around at the other tents. Hearing chatter of vendors and customers, passing along their products. The day remained bright and peaceful, something Vince hadn’t felt in a while.

“You’re welcome. Hopefully, it can bribe you into coming on tour with us,” Vince said, raising his eyebrows quickly to Sammi. Sammi only chuckled, aiming towards a picnic bench. The two sat next to each other, arms and legs almost touching.

“Alright, if I was to accept being Doc’s ‘assistant’, what would make it better than quitting my retail job and a semester of school?” Sammi asked, resting her chin in the palm of her hand.

“Well, you’d get paid like 8 bucks an hour. Which I know for a fact is way higher than minimum wage! Plus you wouldn’t have to pay for a majority of your stuff. Free plane tickets, free food, almost free booze. You get to bond with your brother a lot more. Maybe bond with me if you like me that day,” Vince said shooting his classic smirk at Sammi. Sammi bit her lips as she thought about just thinking of a bigger paycheck.

“8 bucks an hour sounds way better than $4.50. And if you say most shit is free, I can save that up,” said Sammi pushing her lips out as if she were to give a kiss. Again it felt like a devil and angel on her shoulders telling her what she should do. One telling her to keep being responsible while the other whispering to jump into the deep end. “I’ll think about it more, but I am leaning more towards a yes. I still need to see how much I have to save up for rent if I go,” said Sammi, getting a smile from Vince.

“You got until December to tell Doc, but I like what I am hearing so far,” Vince said, dashing a finger under Sammi’s chin. “And the offer still stands of me being your sugar daddy and helping you out!”

Sammi rolled her eyes, lightly hitting Vince in the arm. “Thank you, but I would rather go into debt than have you as my sugar daddy! You can be a sugar daddy to some mud wrestler when you hit the bank,” Sammi said, running a hand through her hair. Vince bit the nail of his thumb, looking away from Sammi. Her comment wasn’t supposed to hurt, but it did sting a little for Vince. He also knew he couldn’t say anything, for Vince knew he wasn’t a saint. He knew he would see a mud wrestler and draw towards them. The two stayed in comfortable silence, hearing live music playing in the distance of the farmers market. Vince set a gaze onto Sammi, seeing the wind lightly breeze through her hair. He rested his cheek into the palm of his hands, eye wandering around the young girl.

“When I get my riches I’ll still try to take care of you,” Vince said in an almost whisper. Sammi only blinked a few times, looking straight ahead.

“Whatever you say, Vince,”

In a small apartment almost all the way near Pasadena, the Bass sisters laid spread out on Athena's couch as they watched The Exorcist on VHS. Athena slowly took a bite from the red licorice that hung from her mouth. Sammi stuffed popcorn in her mouth, wrinkling her nose at the sight of Regan projectile vomit everywhere. The girls groaned in disgust, covering the TV from their eyesight.

“How the fuck did they make her vomit like that?” Sammi asked, sneering at the movie play in front of her.

“My bet is pea soup mixed with some other shit,” replied Athena. She ate her candy as normal once the scene turned less explicit.

“This movie is way too creepy. I 100% believe they could’ve summoned an actual demon while making this movie,” said Sammi.

“You really believe in that shit?” Athena giggled at Sammi, getting popcorn thrown at her.

“Ask Nikki. Tommy told me he got freaked out by demons not too long ago,”

“No thanks. Never feel like talking to Nikki. Hey speaking of Tommy, have you talked to him?” Athena asked.

Sammi shook her head, throwing a piece of popcorn into her mouth. “He hasn’t spoken to Vince either. Only told him what I got from eavesdropping on Mama and Dad at lunch,”

“How did you end up having a day with Vince? I thought you were mad at him for something he did a while ago?” Athena asked, biting off the long licorice rope.

“Britney told him I had a class in the morning. He didn’t really budge on leaving me alone,” Sammi said looking at the TV in disgust from another scary scene. “Tried to get on my good side for everything,”

“And you were mad at him because….?” Athena asks, turning to see Sammi who still watched the movie.

Sammi looked down into the bowl of popcorn in her lap. She wouldn’t always keep things from Athena, having her as a best friend and sister. But from the domino effect of the guys, Sammi wanted to keep some things a secret. Sammi huffed out a breath of frustration, finally meeting Athena’s stare.

“I found him and Amanda having sex at the U.S Festival. I didn’t see it but I heard through the door on their bus,” Sammi said biting her lip, looking away from her sister. Athena jaw dropped, raising her eyebrows high with wide eyes. Athena looked at Sammi then at the floor, exchanging these looks a couple of times.

“That makes so much fucking sense. Holy shit,” Sammi nodded to Athena, staring down at her hands. “How come you haven’t told me? And how have you just been dealing with Amanda this whole time?”

“Because you get angry and want to hurt people really fast. She said Vince didn’t care about me and wanted to fuck her. Better I find out through her than see him with a new ‘girlfriend’,”

Athena gave a frown, wrinkling deep 11’s between her eyebrows. “Sam I’m pretty sure that’s a fucking lie. Especially if you say Vince wants to get on your good side,”

“Yeah because Doc offered me a job to be his assistant for the Ozzy tour. How Vince described it, I’d be like their babysitters and I don’t want that,” Sammi said, sinking into the sofa.

“Honestly that sounds way better than being stuck here,” Athena said, reaching over to the coffee table to grab a cigarette. With a quick light and a huff, Athena blew out the smoke in front of her as she tapped off some ash. “Get to live a little. Not just work all the time like you’re a mom of two kids,”

“I’ve lived before and it’s gotten me in trouble,” Sammi mumbled.

Athena shook her head, “That was different. That was the first time you let loose and made a mistake. Now you know from that mistake, you’ll be able to live without causing trouble. No one is telling you to do coke,”

“I’m just going to give my sisterly advice and tell you, you should go on tour and leave. I rather you be around Nikki than fucking Amanda. Who by the way isn’t your friend? Friends don’t fuck you over like that,” Athena said almost finishing the cigarette. Sammi blinked fast for a moment as she rested her head on the sofa.

“I know you think I like Vince but I don’t. Amanda helped me out in the end,” whispered Sammi.

Athena rolled her eyes all the way to the back of her head. She put out the small bud on the clear ashtray, pondering for a moment. “Amanda is nothing but a bitch, Sammi. She knew what she was doing and it wasn’t to help you out. If you’re going to choose between two people, choose Vince. When he fucks up it’s by accident,” Athena said, turning off the TV as the credits rolled out. Sammi stared down at the bowl on her lap, lazily picking up pieces one by one to toss back. Her thoughts fought with her, often feeling as if she couldn’t say what was truly up there.

She rubbed her eyes for a moment with a groan as she heard Athena light another cigarette. Sammi wanted a clear answer in her mind, she wanted to just hear everyone in her life say yes or no. Maybe Vince was right about her being shy? So far it felt as if someone would be mad or make Sammi annoyed. Nothing was smooth sailing for the past year to Sammi. Between Nikki and Vince, the thought of being on a bus with them all didn’t sound good to Sammi.

“You really think it’d be fun to go?” Sammi asked.

Athena nodded, “Even if you’re mad at one of the guys, you’re still going to be doing something that outweighs it. Watching free shows and seeing new places even if it’s for a minute. Plus maybe you’ll actually keep them in somewhat order,” Sammi chuckled at the idea of being in charge of them. It would be hell, but Athena could be right.

“That’s a cute bracelet by the way,” Athena said, grabbing Sammi’s wrist to take a closer look.

“Thanks, Vince got it for me today. We stumbled into a farmers market,” Sammi mumbled, twisting the bracelet around her wrist.

Athena rolled her eyes with a smile, “Just fucking be nice to him and go on tour with them. Also maybe talk to him about the Amanda thing while you’re there,”

Sammi bit her lip, remembering to be honest with her sister. “Okay also I didn’t tell you so you don’t kill him, but I caught Nikki fucking Roxie at the music video shoot,” Athena dropped her head into the palm of her hand, hearing a slap.

“Please don’t ever fuck with him again. Promise?” Athena asks, frowning with a pout to Sammi.

“I promise. I will never touch that with a ten-foot pole,” Sammi said. Athena nodded, getting the junk food from the sofa as Sammi stretched out her arms. She fully laid her back on the comfortable sofa, closing her eyes. She felt Athena throw a blanket on top of her, patting her head as a goodnight kiss.

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nidhoggssoultrap · 4 years

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Headcanon Part 4

I am the storm sent to wake you from your dream.My "Headcanon" (Nidhogg, Louie, and Yvette. Mostly Nidhogg) Part 1 This one is a long one, so I'll be splitting it into parts. I don't thinkI AM THE STORM SENT TO WAKE YOU FROM YOUR DREAM.

Headcanons/Vingettes/snippets part 2Oh lordy...this is it. Love Nikki has the longest list of headcanons EVER...or well, that I’ve written. Jesus...never thought a dress-up gamI AM THE STORM SENT TO WAKE YOU FROM YOUR DREAM.

Headcanon Part 3Dress up game...one character...inspired all this...wow. But, I was able to dig up some old “flames” because of this, so it’s all good. PrevI AM THE STORM SENT TO WAKE YOU FROM YOUR DREAM.

And now, page 4. I don’t think this record will ever be surpassed by any other fandom. Geez..Also, spoilers for the CN Dawn Front event that happened around Sept 15th.

1. When it comes to the human trafficking for Grey Raven situation, there is plenty of blame to go around. I believe that because Regent 7 is found necessary, Grey Raven has a lot more leverage in the Night Order than he should. Both Reid and Nidhogg balked at the idea the way Johnny Lawrence did when his sensei told him to “Sweep the leg” in the Karate Kid. Both used arguments similar to what I used in the Discord along with Reid saying that he has plenty of money for clothes/designers to use as a means of breaking the Curse through Styling Contests. However, Grey Raven was successful at manipulating both of them to gather prisoners and use them for his experiments/more Shade people. “Are you not the King of Swords?” Grey Raven asked. Nidhogg makes it clear that he would only do this when Regent 7 no longer works and “not a moment before”. Guess what conveniently happened? So, Nidhogg gives the order to send prisoners to Grey Raven. The Blood Curse mutates to resist any drug to counteract it, but it’s still convenient for Grey Raven, who has ulterior motives.

He actually has the GALL to blame Louie for this. The Nameless Knights hold the key to breaking the Blood Curse so the kidnappings for Grey Raven could have been prevented if Louie would simply give up the Key/NOT destroy shipments of Regent 7. I predict that someone in the Night Order(most likely Nidhogg) will use the victims as leverage against Louie in order to obtain the Key.

2. Speaking of Louie, when he rescued someone from the “holding camps”/Grey Raven, he was beside himself with rage. You could have heard him on another planet and he was especially vocal when fingers were pointed at him.

3. Nidhogg has pursued Louie twice by car. First instance, Louie tells him “you’re not man enough for me and even if you were, I WON’T STICK MY DICK IN CRAZY” before speeding off. Second time was after Louie rescues a victim who “lived among fields of gold.” The second time is where Louie goes off on him and he has other people in a “three way call”/eavesdrop. He knows that people might think he is crazy, but since the trafficking has become widespread with many escapees/whistleblowers, he is certain that people won’t easily believe that “it’s all made up”.

4. Grey Raven loves teasing Nidhogg. His other hobbies include slamming fingers in car doors and setting his hair on fire. Anyway, he views Nidhogg’s conscience as a “taint” and tells him often that “I can change that. I can make it go away. Things would be much easier then.” Nidhogg constantly refuses saying that “I am strong enough to bear the burden.” However, he admits only to himself that he has been tempted to let Gray Raven take away all feeling/conscience, but knew that doing so would mean losing a lot more.

5. Confession Bear: Grey Raven is a riot and I ADORE him. I don’t quite ship him with Nidhogg, but I love the teasing and Grey Raven being very much aware of the leverage he has in the Order.

6. The reason why Nidhogg killed Lunar was because Grey Raven wanted her for experiments as a means of getting back at Louie for ruining his reputation. He intended to make sure that she suffered immensely before making her into a “better version of Shade.” Nidhogg made it clear “that is not going to happen.” Since Louie claimed the body, Grey Raven would be hard pressed to find it, much less take it for himself.

7. The Night Order is on the hunt for butterfly jewelry. So is Nikki. Louie has one of the butterfly items(his veil), but that wasn’t made by Sayet. Still, he’s not surprised that Night Order would want it.

8. Louie has a lot of white wigs and some of them make him look more beautiful than he already is. But, like Griffith, he has the “hawk eye” along with a hard edge when provoked. The difference is that Louie’s temperament is well, a bit more hot and he can be frightening to witness. He has an astonishing amount of clothes and a lot of that is due to Blue Bird packages sent by Lunar. He tried to “ghost her”, but found that he couldn’t. He often joked about changing the name of the Nameless Knights.

9. He has two lieutenants: a young woman and a young man. Both are considered “voices of reason” to Louie’s occasional outbursts.

10. The trafficking situation is where everything started to “slip away” for Nidhogg and finally decided to do what needed to be done to gain the “great power.”

11. There were multiple whistleblowers in the trafficking and not one of them were found out. It is, however, known that they were appalled at what was happening and blew the whistle as soon as they had the chance. Everyone has their limits.

12. Louie didn’t ultimately leave because of the “kiss”, but because he didn’t want to go to Lilith to help with Nidhogg’s plans and he was not about to defer to Nidhogg. At first, they argued about it with Louie being shut down. He appeared “deferential”, but on the day they were supposed to leave, Louie packed up his things and left to become a mercenary—something Nidhogg never approved of him doing.

Louie was the one who tore up the picture of him and Nidhogg and left a torn half on the bed. That’s what Nidhogg came home to and it devastated him as he felt very much betrayed(ironic considering what he later on did in Lilith/Yvette).

13. Louie hated the fact that Nidhogg seemed to conflate understanding with agreement and repeatedly called him on, especially at the final car chase. He went so far as to call Nidhogg, “A victim piece of shit!” and that he was understood “ALL TOO WELL!” That’s the CHARITABLE way to put it. Please keep in mind that the drama between these two men were in front of a young woman, three teenage girls(Bobo was actually with them. I made a booboo in one of the parts) and a talking cat.

14. While a lot of what Louie claimed about Nidhogg was largely true, it doesn’t change my headcanon “fact” that he had a distorted view of his adopted brother. According to Reid, Louie was “blinded by hate”. ALL of the Night Order viewed Louie as the greatest threat with Nikki at a very close second(really, it’s Nikki, but Louie has a louder personality, a stronger Dawnblade, and ties to Nidhogg). They found it baffling that Nidhogg was willing to kill Nikki, but not Louie. After all, Nidhogg is “The King of Swords”, right?

15. Liliana was supposed to be the “alternative bunny” if Yvette didn’t work out. He wanted to take Liliana instead of Yvette, but the former was deemed “unacceptable.” Liliana would have been way more cooperative as she wasn’t fond of styling contests either and didn’t like the Blood Curse either as she felt that Styling Contests were imposed on everyone, regardless of their ability. Those with other talents were basically screwed unless they had support from those with “the clothes”. As for the Blood Curse, she has been affected by it on more than one occasion due to her constant misgivings about how disputes on Miraland are settled and the occasional refusal to do what is required should she lose. She loves Yvette’s school and appreciates the non violent revolution Yvette is leading.

16. This is really more of an odd theory, but I think that Hostess L may have been a Nikki lookalike who was part of the Nameless Knights, hence her name. Because of this, the Nameless Knights have “the key to the Blood Curse” if not one of them. I actually came up with this quite suddenly. Would be an interesting twist for sure and it would explain the suit she was wearing when she won(black dress with a sun pendant).

17. Despite what the current Lore says, I still consider Nidhogg a Scorpio. I have him born on November 13th(number of the Tarot Death). He shares the same birthday as Leatherstrip(industrial/ebm musician), ftr. Coincidence. Also, this year, it falls on Friday the 13th. But, since I still adore him, I guess he gets two Bdays. :) He really should have been an Air sign though. Gemini would have been perfect, especially since Bobo is currently the only one.

18. I also hold on to Nidhogg being 4 years older than Louie. At least I got the OLDER part right. :p I just fee like being under 30 is too young, but too much into the 30’s would be too old. 31 is just right, imo.

19. Before the black Camaro(aka, Maro) and the white Mustang(White Horsey), Nidhogg and Louie shared a Jeep. It was known as a “Rubicon” or “Rubi”. When Louie left, Nidhogg drove in that jeep to Lilith and Pigeon. He ended up eventually giving away for “image” reasons. He purchased the Camaro right before he became Prime Minister.

20. Glossing Rose was inspired by an abstract art piece done by Liliana. When he first arrived at Cicia Design School, Liliana, who was around 11 at the time, was among the first people he met and he knew her for years. He was accused of stealing from her when the Pink Bunny stockings were introduced “That’s not his style!” He admitted that they were inspired by one of Liliana’s drawings and she often was an inspiration. Emperor’s Woman, otoh, is clearly his actual design style and he does have a similar suit. He never actually stole from her nor did he ever claim credit for any of her works.

#love nikki #love nikki dress up queen #lnduq #headcanon #love nikki nidhogg #love nikki louie

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officialrodimus · 5 years

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My bday is landing on Friday the 13th AND a full moon so ppl be sayin it’s cursed and I’m like lol makes sense. When I was a kid for whatever reason the year I thought specifically would be the year I had everything together by was the year I turned 24. I was gonna have my dream job and I was gonna have my own place and I was gonna get married and yknow FEASIBLY those things COULD happen but like. Unlikely lol

#the crummy karp curse runs strong #roddy talks #stfu rodders

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overthinking-love · 6 years

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hi @taylorswift

my gorgeous wife (@alltoodelicate) is taking me to the reputation tour in dublin for my 22nd birthday and i can’t wait to have the best time dancing the night away whilst watching you shine on stage.

i finally got to see you live for the first time in 2015 at the 1989 tour in germany after waiting, crying and wishing for that moment for 6!! years!! unfortunately, anna couldn’t come with me to the concert since i’d bought my ticket shortly before we got together- yet she was at home constantly posting my pictures online all day in hopes of you or your team noticing me before/during the concert. she’d be there on the phone with me when i came back to my hotel room that night when i was drowned in my own happy tears telling her all about my experience of finally seeing you live.

she’s been staying up with me for all the AM song releases this era, she went out with me and hung up 100 flyers all over the neighbourhood promoting the release of reputation (you actually liked my post with the pictures of me hanging them up recently and i. died.) and then she went and saved up money for tour tickets whilst i thought there wasn’t a possibility we’d even be financially able to see you this tour.

she’s been doing all these ‘taylor swift’ related things with me ever since she came into my life 3.5 years ago. in fact, the first time we finally got to break the distance (*cough* friday the 13th of february 2015 *cough*) she took me to madame tussaud’s in london to see your wax figure because she knew how much you meant to me and on our last day together before i had to go back home to sweden after the most magical week of my life, she gave me a drawing she’d made me- it was a dragon that was surrounded by the words ‘’i had the time of my life fighting dragons with you’’, because she’d remembered that long live is my favourite song of yours.

as you can probably tell by now, she’s honestly the best and she’s constantly making me smile, making me feel safe and at home by just being with me and she’s been doing everything in her power trying to make my dream of meeting you come true, including making these beautiful signs for the concert in hope of you seeing them beforehand and wanting to meet me. i’ve never had anyone root for me and my dreams as much as she does and i can’t believe i got lucky enough to marry her.

i was 13 when your music came into my life and i can’t believe i get to turn 22 at your concert. i’m really no one special, but i hope i get to hug you and thank you in person for being there for me during my saddest and happiest moments for the past 9 years when everyone else would come and go. it would mean the entire universe and more to me.

you have no idea how much I needed this tour to happen right now. it has given me something to look forward to these past few months when i’ve struggled to find a reason to smile. you truly have showed up just in time.

i am so grateful for you and i love and appreciate you so much. thank you for allowing me to grow up with you and for being my best friend for the past 9 years.

i can’t wait to see you!

dublin night 1(my bday): snake pit

dublin night 2: block 1 row L seats 198-199

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let-the-sun-rain-down-on-meee · 6 years

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Tag Thing

Rules: Answer 30 questions and tag 20 blogs that you are contractually obligated to know.

I was tagged by @breakneckptv @king-for-a-weekend and @lilly-silence Thank you guys! <3

Nicknames: Too many haha :D Brini, Brina, Brinchen, Bina, Bini, Binchen, Sabrinchen, Brinch, Brincha, Brinius, Sabi

Gender: female

Star sign: Libra

Height: 176 cm

Time: 7:09pm

Birthday: 13.10.95 my bday was on friday the 13th this year! ^^

Favorite Bands: Silverstein, Our Last Night, Mallory Knox, Pierce The Veil, Ice Nine Kills, The Word Alive, Beartooth, Rise Against, Neck Deep and moreee

Favorite Solo Artist: idk, does p!atd count? :P

Song stuck in your head: i’m listening to Ghosts by Strange Seasons rn

Last Movie: i don’t remember, i rarely watch movies

Last TV Show: Riverdale

Why did you create your blog: i saw someones blog and thought that all the posts on this website were so relatable haha

What do you post/reblog: bands, funny and/or relatable posts, tv- shows sometimes

Last thing you googled: spotify wrapped 2017

Other blogs: none

Why url: when i had to come up with a url, i had The Ballad of Mona Lisa by Panic! at the disco stuck in my had and my blog name is lyrics from that song

I follow: 303

Followers: uhh private?? :P

Average hours of sleep: ca. 6 hrs

Lucky number: 19

Instrument: i don’t play any

What are you wearing: boxer shorts and a fob shirt (I’m in bed rn ^^)

Dream Job: never had one, but i really like what i’m currently doing! I work in the social media department of a company

Dream Trip: Used to be Portugal, but i finally went there this year! It was awesome :D

Favorite food: I love chicken soup, Hähnchengeschnetzeltes, Königsberger Klopse, Chili con Carne, Gyros with rice and A LOT more, i basically eat constantly (i don’t know what the 2 german meals are in english, just google for pictures if you’re interested ;))

Favorite song rn: Last Looks by Silverstein maybe? That’s an all time fave <3

Last book I read: i’m currently reading “Thorn Queen” by Richelle Mead

Top 3 universes: Game of Thrones, A Court of Thorns and Roses and Throne of Glass (ya i’m really into fantasy!)

I tag @we-came-as-the-maine @dekaythepunk @theindiesciencegirl @anemoqhobiaa @startbreathingtonight @vctrfuentes @stcktoyourgunsx @caitlinfenrir and whoever else sees this and wants to do it :)

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simplylegilimenss · 7 years

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It's time for...*drumroll*...Fun Kiss Friday! It's Day 13 guys! The theme is Leaf Pile! I had a lot of fun with this one. It's also Friday the 13th...hehehehhehehehhehhe I love this day...well probably apart from my bday. Anyways when's your bday? For the awesome @drarry-halloween-fest !

#drarry #halloween #fest #october #day 13 #friday the 13th #spooky #theme #leaf pile #art #drawing #love #otp #kiss #week 2 #I had fun #with this #Birthday #when

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sheshinesforyou · 5 years

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I don't have child bearing hips. I look like i do but my frame is actually small so all 3 of my kids, who were over 8 lbs at birth had to be born via c-section. I wanted Daisy to have her own bday, her grandma's was the 11th, my friend Ray's was on the 12th, the 13th was the only one available until the week after. I chose the 13th, which was on a friday, and the doctor was kinda weirded out that i trusted giving birth on friday the 13th of all days. When they pulled her out she was so low on oxygen that she was a little purple. They found that her umbilical cord had begun cinching so we took her out just in time. She spent awhile in the NICU to get better and she did. The first photo i captured after she had finished her feeding and was smiling from gas. It was the first time i ever saw her beautiful smile. Happy 13th Birthday to my darling kidlet Daisy Grace. I am so happy you are in my life and my lucky day will always be friday the 13th because of you. I love you 💙💚💙💚💙💚 https://www.instagram.com/p/B3kTfcUgf8b/?igshid=4mdv970u4gfz

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hag-raven-blog · 5 years

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It is september now so I’ll take a moment to think on 6 months ago... I was in such a turbulent place. Mind, body, and soul. I longed so deeply for death, went through insane amounts of Xanax just to offset the horrible anxiety compounded with prednisone and medical/health uncertainty. Lost, lonely, sad, mad, confused, scared, so scared. I gave up my cat and then had a nervous breakdown over doing that. I also had the worst birthday of my life (cue another nervous breakdown). I was convinced I needed to break up with my boyfriend. Apathy, longing for death, guilt, and paralyzing fear were the only emotions I felt. I was convinced I had nothing to live for and I was wracked with panic for how everything in my life , including where I was staying, was totally up in the air and all I could do was wait.

Now, 6 months later:

It’s been 5 months since the start of my “real” medications (aka for my disease, instead of just being on prednisone).

Also 5 months since I went to a psych meds doctor, for the first time in my life, and got on an antidepressant.

I quit weed for 3 months (May-July). I also spent these months going jogging multiple times a week. Been slacking lately but it just got so hot in August, and with the tattoo I don’t want to sweat too hard until fall weather kicks in, which will be around the time healing should be about done.

It’s been 2 months since I quit my job, and that made a huge positive difference for me mentally and physically. A weight off my shoulders .

Been 2 months since learning I have osteopenia :-/

It’s been 1.5 months since I applied for disability. (Nervous about that still!)

I went on a weekend trip Labor Day, and I didn’t flare up there!!!’ First successful attempt to travel since coming home 6 months ago (not counting my bday because it doesn’t rlly count), and my first experience where I had to do humira away from home.

I reconnected with a really old friend and every time we hang out I leave feeling energized and happy—good signs! And finally a friend who doesn’t just want to go out drinking as their only social activity, instead we actually do real activities! I love that we haven’t gone to a bar even once! (I really like drinking but my crohns really DOES NOT, so it’s hard for me to be in an alcohol-centered environment at all). And we are both throwing ourselves into therapy, both in similar places in life, it makes me feel a sense of connection that I haven’t felt in a while.

I lowered my prednisone to 10mg a week ago and it’s been really okay!! I think!! Which means the real meds must be doing their thing!?

I got my first tattoo on/for Friday the 13th, and honestly what is a better way to start my inevitable series of Witchy tattoos than on a full moon on Friday the 13th?? (If this one heals w/o complications of course. And if I ever get out of poverty so I can afford more.) this I am the most excited about because I wanted one for forever, I decided to take action, and I DID IT WITCHES! My 13 tat was brought to you by the emperor, he made me do it, I just know. 1+3= 4, his number. Also moon made me do it obviously

My grandma died the next day, in the early AM of Friday 14. my dad got to reconcile with her before she passsd, and that makes me really happy for him to know he won’t have 1000 regrets and a mountain of guilt on top of healthy grief. Also 13 is the tarot card of death. This spontaneous tat really came thru from the metaphysical realm.

I started reading books again for pleasure for the first time since 2016 (therapist’s orders), and I have been able to read multiple pages of a book at a time!! no small feat for me what with depression ADHD anxiety guilt and chronic illness fogs!

I learned I have PTSD and I’m learning coping skills and how to communicate, how to spot all the manipulation I experience with my family members, and how to listen to my emotions to figure what they mean. I’m learning SO much from therapy, validating years of pain and trauma, and unraveling my relationship with anger. Anger is important. “NO” IS A COMPLETE SENTENCE :D

I’m listening to my body more, I’m trusting my body more. And I have a sounding board for when I don’t know what to trust or listen to, aka my therapist, and that feels healthy.

I do think I have problems eating (yay ptsd) and might be losing some weight though. I was really good about regularly cooking and eating breakfast lunch and dinner the last few months, but I just feel so much less discomfort eating minimal amounts and only when I’m hungry. I should keep an eye on it though cuz I’ll be fucked if malnourishment gets me hospitalized again.

Still taking Xanax, way less than 6 months ago, but more readily that the last 4 months, I am hoping once I’m fully off prednisone I can focus on weaning the Xanax, maybe increasing the antidepressant to compensate too, and just exercising more on anxious days. That’s the dream. I’ll never not keep some around for emergencies though.

BUT : THERAPY IS SETTING ME FREE !

#long text #long text post #depression #adhd #anxiety #mental illness #crohns #ibd #suicidal thoughts tw #prednisone #humira #xanax #drugs #drugs tw #alcohol tw #therapy #antidepressants #tattoos

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growinlikeaweed · 5 years

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September 16th,2019

My boyfriend & I live together now! I moved in. :) BUT we’ve been sick together for the past week. He’s been taking good care of me. We went to his friends bday party the other day and I got to bond with his sister and the rest of his family more afterwards (and also got to eat buffalo chicken dip). We also had a bonfire for the Friday the 13th moon! This morning, I started my period so he went to Walgreens and bought me tampons and also a cute little stuffed animal I’ve been wanting (he sprayed it with his cologne). When he got back we watched anime and ate McDonald’s & chips + dip at like 6am on no sleep. Then finished watching Gook. Idk. This is all a huge jumble but I’m content.

#about him #my love #randy #hdci #huntersdailycheckin

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coldcrimes · 5 years

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our past reads like a fan fiction

( childhood friends to ? to strangers, slow burn, angst, unfinished story )

this is entirely based on a true friendship, and entirely me venting before I have to see him again. also I made a playlist yeehaw

you're four years old when you move into your first house. the first three and a half years of your life was a chain of apartments and couch surfing, and the first half year was in a hospital halfway across the continent.

he lived next door. he had eyes like amber and a twig body and he heard you running back and forth on the fence of their houses, laughing at his golden retriever and decided to call out to you and ask for your name. "i'm josie!" you shout at him (you never got a handle on your volume, but he always put up with it), smiling at a stranger the way only you could. "i'm mick."

you're six when you figure out your birthday is the same day, three years apart. august 27th is changed on your calendar from "my bday!!" to "me & mick's bdays!!" and a note that he wants the pokémon cards you saw at the mall a week ago. he tells you he was held back a year, and you don't see an issue with it-- you have your best friend for one more year!

you swim together in the shitty wooden pool in your backyard. his mom laughs at you when you push him in, and your mom joins her when he pulls you in (he was always pulling you behind him, and you always clung to him when he did). you smell chlorine and think of him, and your mom looks at you weird when you tell her this as you sign up for aquatics, both semesters of freshman year.

you're nine when his mom starts babysitting you after school: monday & thursday after school, because you take him when she has extra shifts on sunday nights. you finish your spelling lessons and you go to his room, where you watch Ghost Adventures on his 22-inch box TV. (you still love that show- something about it makes you feel like he's with you). you're afraid of dark hallways for the next two weeks, but he walks down them ahead of you- "so if the ghosts come, they get me first!"

you go to a sports bar a block away on one of these days in november, and his mom gives you ten bucks to split on games. you can still smell the smoke clinging to his shirt, and the way the light made his eyelashes seem invisible. you wonder now if that was what love is to nine year olds.

you're eleven when you figure out mick has some kind of addiction. the way strange people come to and from his door, and when you ask about them he wants to watch Spongebob instead of answering. (the way when you reached for his hand, he always hesitated before grabbing- you think now he might have had something in those hands he didnt want to you know about). the way his smile changes when his mom leaves and he disappears for minutes at a time and comes back a little more off than usual.

you aren't stupid. you know what people on drugs look like. you know he invites the boys down the road over and even though you know all of them, he won't let you come over until they all leave. he's never turned down a chance to hang out without an explanation, but he just mumbled "you'll get it when you go to middle school" and closed the door.

you're thirteen when you find out mick got sent to missouri. his mom tells yours that he had a drug problem, and she decided his dad could deal with it better than her, it would be better for him to be away from the people who started the hurt. you knew you were right-- "you love being right", he teased you during a sleepover, "you hate being wrong so much I think you made it impossible for the universe to make you wrong, ever."-- but for the first time, you wish you had been wrong.

you know he left for himself, you know he wanted to escape the shit wrong with him. you work hard for it not to sting that he didn't tell you he was leaving. it still doesn't 100% work, but that's okay. you tell your mom he never crosses your mind anymore (that's bullshit. you made a list of things that remind you of him- the current amount is 37.)

you're thirteen when you make yourself move along. you date two girls and one guy- the first real girlfriend you ever had is the only one you told about him. you get into writing, then musicals, then planting-- but painting is never an option, it's too close to days spent flicking paint on rocks and random logs and each other.

you move out of that house the week after your birthday. it's the first one since you moved in where you couldn't hop the chainlink and go watch Adventure Time with mick. (you pushed him into this chainlink once on halloween because he made you watch Friday the 13th and then dressed up as jason). you lie about the reason your walls are green, but your sister knows it's because it was mick's favorite color.

you sit at the loveseat, feet in your mother's pillow and BuzzFeed Unsolved playing on the TV when your dad walks in and says "he's back." you turn off the episode, and you walk to your grandma's with no explaimation. you thank god you chose the house down the road from her, because you need a fucking hug.

he goes to the high school you will. he's back in town. and you say his name in a prayer that you never see someone who broke your heart there. you whisper to the deities the reasons why thinking of him burns like a brand.

you sit on a call with your best friend tina and you tell her about him. you thank her for not judging you for crying over a stupid boy, then you hang up and write this. you hope it helps the pain stop.

#yeet #this was hard to write #i started crying #but like #it did help me a little #ams yeah i changed names because i Respect Him Enough to not tell eberyone his name #yeehaw

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